<?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-25871200</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:21:37.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly So High</title><subtitle type='html'>together in an aeroplane</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-5090190514914740206</id><published>2007-03-15T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:49:18.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superhero; fantasy comes true :D</title><content type='html'>I'll be gone and won't be back till Sunday. So, kiddos, enjoy ok :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I shall make full use of this holiday to reflect and not stress myself out for a reason so not acceptable :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so hate that BUMMER la ! Seriously, talking baout it makes me more pissed. So I shan't :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I will soon find out who is my Superhero !!!! *scream &amp;amp; jumps up and down* Cause yeah, he's transferred to Boon Lay. Cause I saw his besties all in Boon Lay uniform. And my dear Alyssa is being very nice to help me find out wbout this hot cute mute dude of mine :D ALYSSA, I SO TOTALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH MORE NOW !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went Innova and the guy sitting behind me thinks I have a cool hairstyle :D Cause he said "rambut style, dot dot dot abe line line line skali ader bende keluar*makes funny sound effect*" Seriously, I couldn't help but to eavesdrop him talking. Heh. And since Nazeera wasn't there yet and I was like a loner so it didn't harm to listen to people talking about me :D And Afiq Reza, Adib Reza's brother was there, he's in the competition too :D:D&lt;br /&gt;Dahlia, aren't you jealous? I know you're not, cause you're like on cloud ten now *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kind of ate a whole tub of ice-cream. Cause I reached home. Went friendster. And got totally heartbroken seeing some things. So I immediately turned off the comp, went to take the ice-cream(dad bought it for me cause I accompanied him and was being a good girl) and sat in front of the tv (though I wasn't watching) which was playing some playhouse disney show. That was how upset I was ): But I'll feel much better. Since I'm leaving for holiday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Ernie's being a bum.&lt;br /&gt;Who's the bummy? Not her.&lt;br /&gt;So she's totally bummed.&lt;br /&gt;And acting like a bummer.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-5090190514914740206?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/5090190514914740206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/5090190514914740206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/superhero-fantasy-comes-true-d.html' title='superhero; fantasy comes true :D'/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-4412356528294023148</id><published>2007-03-14T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T15:31:53.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dumbb</title><content type='html'>I am bored. I am not happy. Ok, you suck .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-4412356528294023148?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/4412356528294023148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/4412356528294023148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/dumbb.html' title='dumbb'/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-2017942738773111991</id><published>2007-03-14T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T15:25:48.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@#$*&amp;</title><content type='html'>I really hope all my post will appear . Cause it takes me like &lt;a href="mailto:!#$!#%!^%$@!#$~$#!%@^@%#!$!@$"&gt;!#$!#%!^%$@!#$~$#!%@^@%#!$!@$&lt;/a&gt; just to post a f#$*ing post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, it is not helping. It's just making me feel much more irritated and pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOGGER is hopeless ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-2017942738773111991?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/2017942738773111991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/2017942738773111991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_14.html' title='@#$*&amp;'/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-7985924922528471402</id><published>2007-03-14T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:35:17.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-rolls eyes-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHvbfx8R4hs/RfbJlOmzIsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4wYTXVpCc84/s1600-h/angry.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041438474301022914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="346" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHvbfx8R4hs/RfbJlOmzIsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4wYTXVpCc84/s320/angry.bmp" width="343" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHvbfx8R4hs/RfbJlemzItI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5iZSvI-ZfwE/s1600-h/angry1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041438478595990226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="342" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHvbfx8R4hs/RfbJlemzItI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5iZSvI-ZfwE/s320/angry1.bmp" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;I am so NOT happy. And I am so NOT talking about it. And I am so NOT pleased with myself. And I am so NOT satisfied with it. And I am so NOT forgiving anybody, even myself ]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-7985924922528471402?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/7985924922528471402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/7985924922528471402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='-rolls eyes-'/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHvbfx8R4hs/RfbJlOmzIsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4wYTXVpCc84/s72-c/angry.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-4920990415284155930</id><published>2007-03-13T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:06:57.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*screams &amp;amp; wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-4920990415284155930?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/4920990415284155930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/4920990415284155930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/screams-wails-d.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-6070366291234535766</id><published>2007-03-13T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T15:38:59.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOO ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEARTBREAK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;D: &gt;: &gt;:( : :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't want to talk to anybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GO &amp;amp; DIE !&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-6070366291234535766?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/6070366291234535766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/6070366291234535766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/booo.html' title='BOOO ):'/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-5511616863538852147</id><published>2007-03-13T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T22:14:17.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tooooot</title><content type='html'>WHY WHY WHY my previous post cannot be seen ): But it's like in my dashboard. But not in my blog. Irritating !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Spiderman has uploaded NEW and CLEARER photos of himself :D And I AM FRIGGING HAPPY. Because you know, I am like so much more into him now. Heh. Because I realize how much hotter he is :D Like DAAAAMN hot hokay ! He has thick and cute eyebrows. And has a long face and sharp chin. WOOHOO ! Like so totally MY type. Oh SPIDERMAN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am so happy. Oh and I need to upload photos onto friendster. Aisah GAY took handsome-ful photos with me and I so LOVE them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE MY SPIDERMAN ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spidermanku, kamu sungguh HAWT !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-5511616863538852147?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/5511616863538852147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/5511616863538852147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/tooooot.html' title='tooooot'/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-5854520432770572325</id><published>2007-03-12T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:29:51.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris HUNK Brown</title><content type='html'>Holidays are a bore ]: However, tomorrow going out with GAY ! Go cam-whorezxzxzx . At maybe chinatown ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going holiday on Friday and will be back on Sunday. And NOW I'm suppose to be away in some country according to my excuse letter to the school. Hehs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boyfriend is complaining cause I skip school with such a lame patethic excuse that the school suprisingly believe (: Poor boyfriend ! Cannot stress, you go do your hip-hop . HAHAHA. But for one whole week, no boyfriend to sit beside me burping away and making fun of teachers and doing nothing during lessons. I'll miss Boyfriend ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spiderman was online. But I was dead busy to engage a talk. I wanted to finish my english homeworks. So I was appearing offline or maybe busy. But I know I didn't have the chance to talk to him. Neither did I notice he was online. Oh wells, go make webs la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Sunshine. Her holidays like NOT holiday like that. Poor thing. While I'm here having hte days of my life. Cause dad's pretty glad with my results so I'm not grounded. So I get to go out. Heh. And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO WATCH STOMP THE YARD !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHvbfx8R4hs/RfVvlOmzInI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IS68qwoi1Sw/s1600-h/stomptheyard_posterbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041058043277812338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHvbfx8R4hs/RfVvlOmzInI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IS68qwoi1Sw/s320/stomptheyard_posterbig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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&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&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&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&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&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&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&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&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&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's Chris Brown , my favourite .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHvbfx8R4hs/RfVw7emzIoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/r3LzdIpMVCI/s1600-h/chriss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041059525041529474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MHvbfx8R4hs/RfVw7emzIoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/r3LzdIpMVCI/s320/chriss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHvbfx8R4hs/RfVvlOmzInI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IS68qwoi1Sw/s1600-h/stomptheyard_posterbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHvbfx8R4hs/RfVw7umzIpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RQs0nuuj5PM/s1600-h/chrisy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041059529336496786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MHvbfx8R4hs/RfVw7umzIpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RQs0nuuj5PM/s320/chrisy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot hunk (: 16-year-old. I love hokay :D Have I told you he's dammit hot. And dammit cute. And is the best. He's SIXTEEN dammit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-5854520432770572325?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/5854520432770572325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/5854520432770572325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/chris-hunk-brown.html' title='Chris HUNK Brown'/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MHvbfx8R4hs/RfVvlOmzInI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IS68qwoi1Sw/s72-c/stomptheyard_posterbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-6993771665924368730</id><published>2007-03-10T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T10:00:12.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and you lie</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why I get excited over a dumb bulletin. Maybe it's the person who posted it. But really, the bulletin don' make sense. Ok, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the i-don't-know-what-to-do mood. And I don't know what to wear to netball dinner later. I've made up my mind. But am changing it again. Tsssssk. Fickle-minded person. And I really have to think fast cause I'm going Abang's GPA soon. And after going to the concert I'll have to rush to city hall to meet the rest. Oh man, I'll feel like Superman :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back results (: I'm pretty happy with it. But I kind of don't know my class position. And Sarah knows hers. But nonetheless, I'm happy. Dad owes me ALOT. I thought the deal was impossible but I've achieved it :D:D People, be proud of me. I got 4A1, 1B3,2C6,1D7 AND 1E8. I failed my sciences. So, that I really have to improve on :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start deciding now :D:D Ok, byeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say a simple hello.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be happy forever (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-6993771665924368730?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/6993771665924368730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/6993771665924368730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-you-lie.html' title='and you lie'/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-3787576511666413620</id><published>2007-03-06T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:47:35.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skills from the pills</title><content type='html'>Today got tremors around Singapore :D Coolio ! My house also got. Veyr funny. Cause my mother didn't know it was tremors at first. She thought there was somebody sitting and shaking hteir leg beside her. But then she remembered that she was the only one at home. So she immediately went to fetch my sister and called me. HAHA. Damn cute okaye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisah thinks today is her happy day. Cause of bus ride and hot hunk (: Hahahaha. Aisah uh. And because Steph TOTALLY embarrass herself in public. It was the worst social embarassment la. She made the most disgusting hilarious ridiculous Bunny Face. And some dudes caught her doing it. And they actually laughed along with Aisah and I when Steph was totally not doing it to them. Busybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my results are so cool. I've got all the grades. Got A, B, C, D and E. Dont' you think that totally rocks. And I failed both my sciences and got A1 for both my maths. Like how genius is that. And I failed BADLY for Physics. But I'm still happy for my results la kan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow shall be a happy day :D:D Ok, YEY ! Oh, tomorrow I'll be going shopping with dear teammates (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you secret. I not angry with Spiderman. Cause he talked to me :D:D And he started the conversation. And we cracked jokes and he made me happy. Ok, conclusion is, I AM FRIGGING HAPPY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-3787576511666413620?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/3787576511666413620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/3787576511666413620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/skills-from-pills.html' title='skills from the pills'/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-7598009544203791021</id><published>2007-03-04T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T17:30:02.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syler</title><content type='html'>I am addicted to the Heroes series. I've watched up till episode 17 (: In just two days. I spent 17 hours in fornt of my tablet watching heroes. Sunshine thinks I'm a freak :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that reminds me, she's on cloud nine (: Happy for her. So is Partner. Happy for you, dude xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Heroes storyline very interesting. And it's like once you know someting you need to find out more. Like so tempted. Precisely why I've watched up till episode 17. Sadly Episode 18 hasn't been uploaded and I have to need patience. Star World have only shown till episode 5. Loser. Olin's watching Heroes now. Can hear the sound from the study room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've screwed up my skin. And I don't know how to change my background to the aeroplane one ): Because Olin and her itchy fingers went to enter stupid google account and I am forced to change &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to study now :D Though there's no more test coming up. I want to copy lit notes and do maths :D Ok, YEY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've got birds in my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;And a devil on my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;What's a crush to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-7598009544203791021?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/7598009544203791021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/7598009544203791021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/03/syler.html' title='Syler'/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-117259111113905297</id><published>2007-02-27T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T17:31:36.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In His Gallery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=BKxnJ5iyC-w"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=BKxnJ5iyC-w&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise you'll love it (:&lt;br /&gt;1. Love&lt;br /&gt;7. Forgive&lt;br /&gt;8. Hold still&lt;br /&gt;11. Remember&lt;br /&gt;15. Let Go&lt;br /&gt;18. Talk to someone&lt;br /&gt;22. Cry&lt;br /&gt;23. Accept&lt;br /&gt;36. Don't Be Scared&lt;br /&gt;45. Touch&lt;br /&gt;86. Open Up&lt;br /&gt;99. Say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common tests are finally over (: And I can finally sleep early or sleep late watching tv or surfing the net. And no more stressing so much about studies. Though, yes, I still have to study. But no more stress la kan (8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I banged my head on some inclined ceiling and it hurts ): And there's a big bump on the top of my head. Though it cannot be seen. When you feel it, it feels like a bomb ]: And yes, I cannot jump because it makes me have a frigging headache. So, conclusion, it sucks to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after school went out with Steph, Denise and Aisah. Our main intention was to go lunch but ended up window-shopping. And finding for Aisah's bag. That girl just bought a bag early this year and wants to buy a new bag. Spoilt brat. Then we met up with Sarah and Zoey. It was funny. Crez awards ? Man, hilarious but hey, out of the box thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And partner is so funny he need not say a thing but I can still laugh at the thought of him. Hahahaha. Honesty Is The Best Policy la kan. And yes, charming dude ehhs. Hehh. Your intention of cracking me up and cheering me up had lasted for two days and still counting. Aren't you proud of yourself that you're so... lively that you can cheer me up and make my happiness last for 2 whole days and even longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the Rufio song :D Andbody have, send me ok. Cause I think the song very nice and cool -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Crescent Hockey have match with STC. ALL THE BEST babes. And I will most probably be going down to support them (: Yey for them !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I want to sleep :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-117259111113905297?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117259111113905297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117259111113905297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-his-gallery-httpyoutube.html' title='In His Gallery'/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-117250797955049948</id><published>2007-02-27T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T17:35:18.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Graceful</title><content type='html'>I want to sleep ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid la kan. But I cannot sleep. Because I also don't know why. But instead I'm listeing to songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then skali terkenang la kan. Like revival like that. Ish, I don't know if it's good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Promise.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These memories can't replace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These wishes I make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These dreams I chase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chasing Cars.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those three words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are said too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They're not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tiger Lily.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why does tonight, have to end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why don't we hit restart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And pause it at our favorite parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We'll skip the goodbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ex Marks The Spot&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm giving up on happy endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The ones that are only in movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where the guy gets the girl and everybody's happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that's the way it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Smile In Your Sleep&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we met You said we were the same, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know that we're different, we're different,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And all the times you promised me that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything would work out in the end, you were gravely mistaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;If I Fall&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that the lines been broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm too afraid to just look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The pages have left an empty space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft. Sleep, oh , sleep , where are you ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-117250797955049948?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117250797955049948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117250797955049948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/02/youre-graceful-i-want-to-sleep-stupid.html' title='You&apos;re Graceful'/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-117250438436920407</id><published>2007-02-26T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T17:35:43.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exxagerate and t-t-t-t-t-t-trick me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Imran, IMRAN ! I think right, I think, I think..... YOU ROCK (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So today had Add Maths common test . It wasn't that bad. If I had studied more, I wouldn't be afraid to say I can score A for that paper. But well, I 'd say for now, I can pass (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;After paper, waited for Steph and Candice. Went far east plaza. Then ate Fried Mars Bar. Then took 190 home. This is where the best part comes. I found out ANOTHER secret crush (: Hohoho. But it was a USED TO la kan. Heh, cause I'm irresistable :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll flunk my Physics paper tomorrow. And I'm sure about it. Cause really, Physics , not interested la kan. But e maths, I MUST make sure I do well. I'm aiming at least a B3 or A for either maths. So, yeah, good luck to me (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Partner made my day (: Best dude la kan. Promise me to smile more :D Imran, really, I still cannot believe. It's like so wow-ing la kan. You, mister, crack me up. Really. And yes, as promised, I screamed out loud for you. I couldn't bear it. I HAD to scream . And I love ya for making my smile and well, you're that unique 5% la kan. Secret ehhs. Between you and me. I promise not to tell anyone. Ok, but please excuse my excitement, HEHH xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let him know that you know best&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all you do know best&lt;br /&gt;Try to slip past his defense&lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;The things you've told him all along&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-117250438436920407?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117250438436920407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117250438436920407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/02/exxagerate-and-t-t-t-t-t-t-trick-me.html' title='exxagerate and t-t-t-t-t-t-trick me'/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-117232927887605206</id><published>2007-02-24T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T17:36:23.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just unsaid things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;YEY ! Aeroplane skin (: Like the one in my Xanga skin ♥ Yey !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner ku, don't be sad alright ? Smile ok Mr Muhammad 'Imran Bin Jamil Bin Jimmin Bin Surat (: See, a reason for you to smileeee. You're a patient person. OK dude ! Chill it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks aloooooot Sunshine :D:D For the help of the skin (: Nanti kiter belikan lollipop ehhs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I ROCK :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-117232927887605206?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117232927887605206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117232927887605206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-unsaid-thingsyey-aeroplane-skin.html' title='Just unsaid things'/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-117228529488603141</id><published>2007-02-24T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T17:37:04.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of PIGG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;15 consecutive hours of sleep = Pig = Me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I feel like a pig. But I was darn tired. Past three days have been insufficient sleep of only 4 hours a night. So, yesterday was for all the nights I slept late. I reached home at 530. Slept at 6plus and woke up today at 9plus. Woah. Pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday sat for common test. Man, I SCREWED MY CHEMISTRY. Actually I study la. But it's more of applying. And I totally don't understand the questions. But I was very smart and lucky for Social Studies. Cause I expected them to test on Case Study for Geog and Britain Welfare for Social Studies. And duuh, I was so damn right. So as soon as I opened the paper, I did the question I know. Am I like so smart ? Of course la kan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Add Maths on Monday. And only Add Maths on Monday. Which means, I leave school at 9 (: YEY ! More time to study for Physics and E Maths on Tuesday. And Tuesday will be end of Common Test :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday training will resume . Then soon after it'll be holiday (: Time pass like so fast la kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not be hardworking today. I will not study today (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-117228529488603141?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117228529488603141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117228529488603141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/02/year-of-pigg-15-consecutive-hours-of.html' title='Year of PIGG'/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-117206933685916140</id><published>2007-02-21T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:48:56.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rab has a secret crush on me :D&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First she said :&lt;br /&gt;and everyday my confusion grows. says:&lt;br /&gt;haah lets just say i'm intersted to noe more abt u! lol! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said:&lt;br /&gt;and everyday my confusion grows. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;eh me pulak? ok fine. betulah. i'm asking pple wats their full name too. tak percaya sudahlah... &lt;/s&gt;as long as u r happy, i'm happy! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at last she admits:&lt;br /&gt;and everyday my confusion grows. says:&lt;br /&gt;ye ye ye... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RAB GOT CRUSH ON NUR ERNIE BINTE EFFENDI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's crushing on me (:&lt;br /&gt;And currently her pm message on MSN is :&lt;br /&gt;hey pple, i confess tt i got crush on NUR ERNIE BINTE EFFENDI!!! [ok ernie, u must be really happy now.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told ya. She can't resist me. Aww. I'm too charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm having an interesting chat (which consist totally of action) with Robin Hood. It's darn hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-117206933685916140?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117206933685916140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117206933685916140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/02/rab-has-secret-crush-on-me-d-hehehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-117206429104040442</id><published>2007-02-21T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:53:51.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss Muhammad 'Imran Bin Jamil Bin Jummin Bin Surat. (according to what I remember, this should be right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tssk. I so want to talk to him about god-knows-what. BangBangBOOM session la kan. Tell him about Spiderman. About ohh. Yesyes. And also about the new friend I made. Dude, you know I miss you like anything [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nooooooooo. I have to do malay homework. Dammit ! Can I like not ? Can I like study Sosial Studies and Geography instead ? Tssk. I should be nice since she was nice today .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner, I got hot news for you. I know of a guy who's 2 years older than me but shorter than me (: So, baseline, you're not short uh. You TINGGI !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been studying. And when I say study, I mean STUDY [: Say you're proud of me ! YEY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you I talked to Spastic Bastard yesterday. It was a heart-breaker man . I told him off though. Told him to get a life. Really, he needs one DESPERATELY . And he took nothing seriously even when I told him I was serious. Dang ! Irritating la kan. No more SB after this. NO MORE .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a HOT dude (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-117206429104040442?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117206429104040442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117206429104040442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-miss-muhammad-imran-bin-jamil-bin.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-117195763639953184</id><published>2007-02-20T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T15:47:16.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously, I hate doing this. But you asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find it FUN? to actually do something as bad as that. I'll make it short and simple. Since, I am 100% chop stamp comfirm that you'll read my blog, I'll leave a personal note .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Asshole,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man, you suck. You do not have a frigging heart. You take others for granted. I'd rather have a retarded friend than have you. Cause you're a terrible, horrible, heartless, egoistic piece of errr. lame THING ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Very Much (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-117195763639953184?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117195763639953184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117195763639953184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/02/seriously-i-hate-doing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-117188664088528463</id><published>2007-02-19T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T20:04:00.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently updating &lt;a href="www.xanga.com/journeytoernie"&gt;XANGA&lt;/a&gt; webpage too. Because dear Sarah will only kiss me if I update my xanga so she and the rest can make thier Journey To Ernie. Do view it and leave a tag yeah. Thank You Very Much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today finished up Social Studies notes and Chemistry notes. Left with Geography notes for Friday's common test. Man, I feel like a good girl (: And I managed to watch Wedding Crashers and The Dukes Of Hazzard on HBO. Since my dear Sunshine was at Pasir Ris and we couldn't possibly met up ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow Abang leaves. That's not the main point. The main point is, he leaves and takes my bag away. Cause he's sleeping over at my grandma's which is like at the East of Singapore, when I'm at the north-west. But I kind of promised him I'd lend my bag to him so yeah, I'm a WOman of my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Spiderman I think he's hot and all. And he was dumbfounded. Ok, drop this topic. Cause it freaks me out on the other hand. Though it a relief I said that and not shut up and kill myself. And I'm kind of glad he didn't say anything in response. Conclusion, he's just MY OPTIMISTIC FANTASY (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wathced Spiderman 2 anyway just now. And I'm NOT looking forward to Spiderman 3 cause yeah, he's gonna be the BAD one and that's like so heart-breaking D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, last night, suddenly thought of Spastic Bastard. Damn, it's like the last time I talked to him was errr. last year. And he promised he'll be back soon. So much of a promise -rolls eye- So, yeah, I sms-ed Partner instead. So at least I could get distracted. Yo, Partner, loads of love yea. Happy working too dude (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I shall finish up Geography notes befor going to sleep. Since I've done all homeworks, if I finish up all my notes by today, means tomorrow will be slightly chill for me and no rush (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, best :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-117188664088528463?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117188664088528463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117188664088528463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/02/currently-updating-xanga-webpage-too.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-117169869724495630</id><published>2007-02-17T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T15:51:37.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, things just don't turn out the way its expected to. And its times like these that we should start making changes. Everyone has to make a difference. There's no way you'll live without changing. There are times when you aren't aware of the changes in you. But there are times when you're aware you have to change but you don't.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect. Everybody's a bitch. Who is this world hasn't lied or hasn't backstab someone else? Everybody has unless you're lieing right now that is. But there is such things called forgiveness and it has to come with sincerity. What's the use of seeking forgiveness but repeating it over again? Though everybody makes mistakes, aone can't possibly make it one too many times right ?&lt;br /&gt;There's no use shooting others with words. There's really no use pointing out the bad in others. Maybe you should just reflect on yourself before talking. Maybe if there is something wrong with that person, you should just help the person. And maybe we should stop going around bitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about any particular somebody. I'm just well, reflecting. I'm not saying I haven't did anything bad or bitch about somebody :/ Yesterday made me realize alot of things. And today made me think about it. And now I'm just noting all these down.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time for changes. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;MAYBE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; we shall all start talking and stop hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't get it, do you ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-117169869724495630?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117169869724495630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117169869724495630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-things-just-dont-turn-out.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-117128418544887812</id><published>2007-02-12T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T20:43:05.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe you should stop talking and start listening. Don't you ever notice everyday and everything we ever talk about is you. When I say something you'll say you have something more important to tell me. Really, I seriously don't mind listening to them. Infact, I enjoy hearing stories of your life. But for once, I want to be heard. Make me happy. You'll just say it's rare for a person like me to have stories and things to ask about and tell. Well, maybe you're just not &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;the&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; friend. Do you even know me? You weren't the shoulder I cried on. However, you assumed you was and is still one. Never have you actually give me a chance to open up. Really, you do NOT know me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's great. Cross country's tomorrow. And the school had to make the venue so frigging far at Bedok Reservoir. Why didn't they just have it like before, at MacRitchie Reservoir instead? It's the same distance afterall. What's best is I'm running competitive. And that's bad cause Lazy-Ernie will not bother to run fast and clinch the top 20 positions. So yeah, all the best Ernie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, I've been talking to Partner. Well, he's like a workaholic now. But he's still him. And I watched MercuryMan. The Thailand version of Superman. I have yet to watch CicakMan. Which my grandfather has but the quality of the show is so sucky. So I will make an effort to watch this show in the theatres. Watching all these "something"-man show just reminds me of Partner and his Winx Club :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of a smart-ass dude. He is an asshole :D He is a nine-pointer. Woaah. Like so tak tersangka sei. Congrats arh, brudder. All the best. Dah pandai la kan. Tssssk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman is hot. I meant MY Spiderman. And IGNORANCE IS BLISS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I MISS SUPERHERO )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh man, don't make me sad already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i cannot stand the fact that he's transferred D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-117128418544887812?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117128418544887812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117128418544887812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/02/friend-maybe-you-should-stop-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-117094019286520554</id><published>2007-02-08T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:09:52.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's E.Maths test and Physics test tomorrow. And I am the smartest kid on earth. I did not bring home Physics note or textbook. Applauds for me. But I have done loads of practice on E.Maths though.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in A.Maths remedial. I need to go SocialStudies consultation. I have to improve my memory for geography. I have to be more obedient for Malay classes. I need to read Literature text again. I passed my E.Maths test. I find Physics boring. I think Mr.Lee's the FARNI man and he spices up Chemistry. He needs to wear binoculars. He thinks Sarah and Celeste looks alike -_-"&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, I haven't got a demerit for this year. And for my third year, only one frigging demerit. Because of Mr.Keong ):&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish Chemitry homework. And Geography too. Malay homeworks lesser, she's compromising :O&lt;br /&gt;I miss Sunshine. Sad. I miss Juliet)): Double-sad. Hey, she has match tomorrow. GO CRESCENT HOCKEY !!!! And I'll be down to support babes. Tomorrow I end school at 1:15 :D:D Best la babe.&lt;br /&gt;I am in desperate need to meet Sunshine. I am so in need to BangBangBOOM. But Mr.Imran MIA. He busy la kann ): YO, dude, wo xiang ni D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those babes and dudes taking o-level results tomorrow. ALL THE BEST !!! I also cannot wait manzxzxzx. Teehee. Tak tentu pasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dude, kiter jealous la kan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awak jangan nak mengarut. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the best jer la eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JC dude okok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-117094019286520554?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117094019286520554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117094019286520554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/02/theres-e.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-117036056227665382</id><published>2007-02-02T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T04:09:22.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 4am in the morning. Yey -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy studying Chemisty and A.Maths. Gaaaah. I seriously cannot understand a single thing from Chemistry. What about the Atoms stuffff. At least I understand A.Maths. But the 'it's super difficult' feedback from other classes who've taken the test just makes the atmosphere worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imran's working. So hardworking. He's still lame as ever. Maybe lamer. He talked about his uncle to me. Like how relevant is that. And he thinks ERNIE THE GREAT sounds nicer than IMRAN THE GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Superhero. No more exchange of smiles. No more silent laughter. No more dosage of morning madness. No more taking late trains. No more trying to understand sign language. No more Hot Mute Boy to my rescue.&lt;br /&gt;That should sum it all up ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off to studyyy. Yeyyy :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-117036056227665382?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117036056227665382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117036056227665382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-4am-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-117025454750591273</id><published>2007-01-31T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:42:27.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm blogging from my tablet. Ain't that sooo great. After two looong effing months, I finally get it back. Oh, looove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been great. Malay lessons been a bore. Chemistry lessons been enjoyable. Teachers say the darnest things (: Cheering has been a daily routine. OUT POPS TARZAN the quote :D&lt;br /&gt;I've been nothing but a happy kid. Geog test was today. I am silly. Friday is double test day again, STRESS ): Chemistry, I laugh but I really don't actually understand :/ Social studies, I pay attention but I digest nothing. Bad sign. Oh wells, tomorrow, study day .&lt;br /&gt;Bright side of things, I have been sleeping early. No more late-nights of nothingness. Its beauty sleep now. Juliet, aren't you proud of me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, random, my brother's fatter but he insist he lost weight. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking miss Sunshine ): And Juliet owes me a date (: I need to catch up with my social life. I need to talk to Imran. I just need to. Though I do not know what to say to him. Oh well, I always have things to say to him. Partner, promise me a BangBangBOOM soon? I need to indulge myself in lame-ness. And I miss bullying you. I know you miss bullying me too, no worries, I know already (: Heroes and fairies are not that special without our powers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That hopeful thinking is so invalid and damaged.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so peer pressure, dude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chill it, life's short.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-117025454750591273?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117025454750591273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/117025454750591273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-blogging-from-my-tablet.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116956708518820755</id><published>2007-01-23T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:44:45.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm dammit pissed. I feel like as if I'm working on my own. Oh wells, Sec 3 life righttt. Gotta get use to people la kan. Tssk. Irritating. You don't bother. I don't bother too. But really, it doesn't matter if you do or don't bother. Cause you have to bother in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole family sick. Now I think I got flu ): Abang is damn cute. I was sleeping right after school, tired la kan, then he thought I sick. I woke up he ask me take temperature scared I got fever. So sweet of him. And he kept asking me to go to bed since I was like sleeping on the floor. Ohh, my brother's so nice. Since I don't know when. Freakaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll fail re-test and so it means I have wasted by effing time on taking the test.  But social studies jsut now was so irritating. I am very irritated with myself. I wasted 149083478361513643 seconds on a paragraph which in the end I cancelled cause I realized it was a one side question which only needed one content and one purpose. One loooooong paragraph cancelled. I felt so purposeless. Whatever .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still stuck to the super effing barget 4-G phone. It's damn irritating. No sound, auto-off, cannot receive sms-es at times. Irritating betol la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman's pasted everywhere on me. Name tag also Spiderman. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman has yet to talk to me. Damn, I miss him laaaa. He's drowning in his sleep -__-"  He's has sexy thailand gay legs. Ok, hot :D I bet he's great at floorball with his sexy legs xD Ok, shushh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥SUPER- G2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're more than just 44 pretty faces. We're ♥3G2 .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116956708518820755?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116956708518820755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116956708518820755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-dammit-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116948158223355494</id><published>2007-01-22T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T00:04:01.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy FIFTEENTH Birthday Juliet-ku (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear Juliet-ku [:,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fifteen is old babe. Do keep up that positive attitude of yours yeah. It's how you inspire yourself and others that really impress me. Everyone has their specialities alright. And ups and downs of life are just what every single soul go through. The more the challenges you overcome, the stronger you become. Always look on the brightside alright. Maybe there are times you really can't find a positive side, but hey, there's still everybody around you to help and guide you. Don't give up alright. I'm willing to be there for you if needed. I'll really miss daily lessons with you. IF ONLY I could turn back time :D But never have I regret any moments wIth you babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU'RE MY BABE !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Much love, Juliet :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Juliet's official olddddd ): Well, I'm still young :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you notice, I have yet to wish her. Haha. I shall be last to wish her a celebrating birthday. And I shall be last to leave life :D Sounds crappy. Nah, indeed logical to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's double test tomorrow. Wth. There's Social Studies and there's E.Maths. Oh maaaaaan, I'm glad last year was best. Cause at least I don't have to regret not enjoying life before this:D With so many people turning 15, I feel youuuung (: Hey, it'll still be long way more before I get an I.C which means I don't have thaaaaaat much responsibily right now right ? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be studying my ass off now or at least go to bed to be fresh for tomorrow. But here I am blogging. With maths and SS notes in front of me. I've manage to mesmerize social studies. So a few more maths questions and to sleep I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I shall go to school early. Earlier than Mr.Crap, our dear SarahKissMe. And I shall start wrapping my table. And be the first with a well done, decorated desk. Oh, just by saying it I'm excited. One look of my desk and you'll think I'm a lunatic psycho who falls in lvoe easily with superheroes. There'll be Superman, Spiderman, Batman, X-men and even Ultraman on my desk babe. And I am intending to put up Power Rangers or Ninja Turtle :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a picture of Winx Club to constantly remind me of Imran and make me smile each time I stress. Ok, BEST. I shall find a Winx Club picture before going ot bed. Ok, Partner, be proud of me :D I'm supportng you for once. And I think I don't make sense now that I'm supporting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever buys me a Superman or Supergirl or Super-whatever or Spiderman stuff, I'll love you to the core mann. I seriously want that Superman belt-buckle :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please don't walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please tell me you'll stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang ! I don't like ok. I don't even know if it's good or bad. Tell me, am I just insane ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116948158223355494?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116948158223355494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116948158223355494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-fifteenth-birthday-juliet-ku.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116921287337027319</id><published>2007-01-19T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T21:21:13.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's great. Donald Duck's the trend. Everyday is study. Mornings are exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alive. Not dead. Just dead busy. Ok, best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a broken record repeating the same thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you want it it's not there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you have it you don't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex marks the spot, dude.&lt;br /&gt;Shuffling my songs. Heard it and yeah, it crossed my mind. Oh wells, you selfless person. But think again, such a pity, it's called Karma, baby. Karma, what goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;And it was only like 4 days ago you told me. No wonder the thought of you and IT crossed my mind. I'm over it though. Now, it's not the 'Dear you' or 'Dear friend' or 'Dear asshole' anymore. It's back to 'Dear self' ok. I don't know how, but go figure it out and manage it yourself. I don't bother (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe I can &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe I will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe I know my dreams are real &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe I'll chant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe. Yes, I do. Even if it's 'Dear self' once again, I know I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116921287337027319?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116921287337027319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116921287337027319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/01/schools-great.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116887056405196066</id><published>2007-01-15T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:16:04.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's just say I'm busy studying that I am lazy to blog. Hey, it is partially true anyway. It's because today I have no homeworks I decided to blog. But I have yet to finish reading the Runaway book. It's calling my name tempting me to read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even weekends are spent studying. If not, family time. So yeah, it sums it all up. I am being a better girl afterall. Aisah, I will make an effort to finish all my homeworks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First encouter with Stalker in the year 2007 was unfortunately today. And I conclude his hair grew abit and he's still short :P And, sadly enough, I haven't met Superhero since 2394289375 days ago .(which is so totally a lie, i met him last year, which means it's less that 365 days. Oh wells, that was just a random number.)  I bet you he's grown taller and hotter. He's still truly my Superhero :D I assume that deaf school have been shifted to somewhere near Commonwealth since those cute boys that usually give me my daily dosage of morning happiness alights at Commonwealth instead of Redhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Juliet's been so lucky. She met her Hero. Like so many times compared to me seeing Superhero, which is ZERO -__-" Anyway, her birthday is coming.&lt;br /&gt;7 more days babe ! and you'll be so old :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sense of motivation to Olin. How great is that. Its a good thing alright. Though in a another way, you're trying to say I'm plain dumb and that if I can do it anybody else can. You're not superior or anything la. You're just smarter but not smart enough to actually put it to good use. Ok, there, no more explanation needed. Eh, waste more SMS on me leh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm off to reading the book. And I think I shall complete half of the malay assignment given :D I need Superman posters anyway for my table, I need to start finding soon .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once an asshole,forever an asshole.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things never really changed for you alright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you need not try to drag me in and make history repeat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause, definitely, I promise, I won't let you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So yeah, stay off my back, ass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you VERY MUCH .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116887056405196066?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116887056405196066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116887056405196066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/01/lets-just-say-im-busy-studying-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116810191507130070</id><published>2007-01-07T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T00:45:15.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's been great but stressful . Teachers are nice. Homeworks are torture though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year, new start. I shall not laugh and mock teachers. I shall be a good student. I shall listen more to my parents. And I shall be a better friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a effing coool bus yesterday. Juliet and I was like dead tired after walking for 9471238413 km. So the bus came, we took the bus, and as soon as I tapped my ez-link card, my mouth was drop-open. The whole bus was leather-sofa seats. Nahh. There was 25 leather sofa seats, 6 circle comfy seats and 2 'bar-like' seats. It was soo cool I laughed the whole ride to school. And I cried 3 times because of the bus. One was because it was so cool and Juliet and I were like retards looking so facinated. Two, almost every single person who boarded the bus will have that amazed look which is super hilarious. Three, a girl almost fell off her chair while smiling to herself which then lead to smiling embarrasly at me. Casue I saw her tilting forward and having that super shocked face. Imagine if all public buses were like that. I'd rather take a bus than a car :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so high yesterday for campfire. I love those who were there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you're too busy being happy, you just can't be bothered to be down and upset over things. But when something upsets you, everything comes altogether. And all the bad things will come back running to you. And then you'll feel terribly upset.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, new year, new start (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116810191507130070?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116810191507130070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116810191507130070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/01/schools-been-great-but-stressful.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116773504100094427</id><published>2007-01-02T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:50:41.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow school re-opens. And I am so looking forward to tomorrow morning and afternoon. OMG . Juliet always make me high :D Our daily morning dates shall make our day ahead a bright one xD And tomorrow we have a after-school date to Jurong library to study. And waffles shall spice up our afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I LOVE MY JULIET .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we ( Juliet and I ) will take the early train where we will see her hero. Then we walk to school super-duper-fuper-guper-ultra-mega slow to see my Superhero. And we'll do that everyday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet's one of the reason why I enjoy going to school. I want see Sam too. I want have talks with him and miss lessons. I want boob-hurting hugs with Bimbo. I want release the retard-ness in me with Homo. I want to do alot of stuff. I'm glad I enjoyed last year and I want this year to be same :D No, better :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116773504100094427?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116773504100094427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116773504100094427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2007/01/tomorrow-school-re-opens.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116757726910803687</id><published>2006-12-31T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T23:01:09.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My keyboard is playing tricks on me. So, that simply explains why I'm effing lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Dahlia, for posting that previous post. Never tell me anyhow go into my dashboard. Tsk kamu eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;New Year's Resolution&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BE A GOOD GIRL !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ohwait, I am a good girl. Ok, be a better girl :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116757726910803687?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116757726910803687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116757726910803687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-keyboard-is-playing-tricks-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116738435117052771</id><published>2006-12-29T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T17:28:01.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oi!&lt;br /&gt;I love Ernie ok?&lt;br /&gt;Ty for lending me your account for the page. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okbest !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116738435117052771?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116738435117052771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116738435117052771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/oi-i-love-ernie-ok-ty-for-lending-me.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116653664795177731</id><published>2006-12-19T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:57:27.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I shall sleep before midnight .&lt;br /&gt;I shall promise myself that I will do that. So, people, don't sms  me or talk to me in Msn . Make me sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have training. And my ankle is really killing me now. I must take care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is so spastic. Talk about spastic. Abang owes me. Ok, I go bug him now. He's not a man of his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, goodbye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116653664795177731?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116653664795177731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116653664795177731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-i-shall-sleep-before-midnight.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116645113444499809</id><published>2006-12-18T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:12:14.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think jumping off the bed was a bad idea :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SB changed so much. Dang ! You were so much nicer and so much more understanding ok . I don't seem to understand why you have to be so cold to me . I don't like okaye. Like can so go and die . Tskkk. It was a compliment and you returned it with a 'whatever' attitude. Hello, where's that nice,understanding,patient and everything nice Mister . I want him back. I don't want the new one . It's not like as if I can turn back time or anything. But, its just that I dissapoints me to see you've changed :go&amp;die .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Dahlia's 29126 is amusing. He is my joke of the day. Hoho ! Apunehneh !!! Bahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohh, I miss Partner . He's busy working. But today he off. So YEY ! for him. Ohhlala. Work had horh Partner :D You best lah okaye. And you crappier than me. No doubts one .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do you even care ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its not like as if I'm important to you .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116645113444499809?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116645113444499809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116645113444499809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-think-jumping-off-bed-was-bad-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116635441464125774</id><published>2006-12-17T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T19:20:14.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made a Xanga. But I'll still blog here. Xanga will be all the short post kind of thingy. Oh wells, go see :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/journeytoernie"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/journeytoernie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I updated was dont-know-when . Sunshine's been away )): No wonder it's been raining. She's coming back today, I think. I have lots more homework to complete. December's been a bad month . I sprain my ankle . But hey, I have been helping my mum paint the house :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's calling for me. So I'll update more soooooon :D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116635441464125774?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116635441464125774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116635441464125774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-made-xanga.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116603205390080821</id><published>2006-12-14T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T01:56:18.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo's as promised .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam-whoring session with dear OlinASS :D YEY ! She's my best B-I-T-C-H (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy looking .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r283/ernie77/action.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r283/ernie77/action.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squint, baby, Squint ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r283/ernie77/lame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r283/ernie77/lame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk thing out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r283/ernie77/madness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r283/ernie77/madness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any wider ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r283/ernie77/asses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r283/ernie77/asses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanity proven .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r283/ernie77/superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r283/ernie77/superman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SUPER&lt;s&gt;WO&lt;/s&gt;MAN wonders .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r283/ernie77/crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r283/ernie77/crazy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crack me up :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r283/ernie77/.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r283/ernie77/.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I swear I really do love you :D&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/25871200-116603205390080821?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116603205390080821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116603205390080821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/photos-as-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116602931029543631</id><published>2006-12-14T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T01:01:50.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OHHLALA !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very happy. Don't ask why. I have been flooding Partner ku !!!! Best lahh. Get to be as lame as I can in his tagboard. Since he's like the lamest person. So, whatever it is, he'll still be lamer than I am :P Right, Partner ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's all pretend it's still 13th Dec. Before you all read more lah. It's midnight of  the 14th now. But, no, pretend it's still 13th. Ok, BEST :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today 23 people smiled back at me when I smiled at them. And I only received 7 frowns today when I smiled at them. Yey ! And there was this grandmother in bus 51 . I smiled at her . Then she nodded at me and said 'hello' and became so friendly. Then the indian man was like staring at me thinking I was some idiot. Oh wells, I bet he's jealous I didn't even smile at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like that man from Queensaway. I tell Sam he like that. Want to lie at least reasonable ok lah. This one so blood-boiling lahh. I just fake smile at him. Tskkk. Go&amp;die lahh. Tskkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was best lahh. Went lot 1 and hang around before I headed to Tanjong Pagar for rock-climbing. And me and OlinASS cam-whored like really lah. Her Z610i is damn good lah. The camera effects are wow-ing kan :D And Abang was being a sporting person agreeing to be the Mr.MeaniePoke while I became Superwoman and Olin the victim . Later  I post the picture :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, went Suntec at night. Bought alot of stuff. And psst, I am 2 jeans sizes smaller :D Ok, YEY ! Hahahaha. And Olin is pendek. Ernie is tinggi . Hahaha . And one Auntie Anne's chocolate dip is worth TWO teh tarik. And my father is a very fussy customer. So, watch out people .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm buying school books tomorrow . And dad goings overseas, means Friday I can make it. Oh, BEST lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang is so cute lah. He entered my room like 1 minute ago. With such an excited and happy face and said 'Ernie, guess what ? You know that big big speaker behind my bed all the while. I know how to fix to my desktop already. Damn good lah. ' Then me, being not interested, gave him a what-are-you-talking-about face and he was like 'Ok, nevermind ' and walked out dissapointedly . Hahaha . Actually kan, I know what he talking about. And I was happy also lah. Means I can watch dvd with him with better speakers and no need squeeze with him onto one bed in order to be able to hear the sound :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; I swear I love you too . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116602931029543631?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116602931029543631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116602931029543631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/ohhlala-i-very-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116585291430124670</id><published>2006-12-11T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:01:54.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been like 2149719384 days since I last update lah horhh. Busy person :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Netball Four Nations. So, Singapore was Champions. So cool lah. And had trainings. Trainings have been very tiring nowadays. Gaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went do malay homework after training. Aisah cracks me up, like really. We were carrying one ball bag each, along with our bigbig bags which has shoes and short inside. And we were walking from one end of town to the other and back again. It was Lido then Far East then Heeren then Pacific. See. How dumb. We went like to and fro lah. With our heavy bags and all. Hitting and banging people. Everybody keep banging into our balls. Hahaha. Sounds sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andand. I bet you Juliet will be laughing her ass off as soon as she finish reading this paragraph. Hahahahaha. I got groind muscle injury. Bahaha. Ok, how the hell do you even spell it. When I was told that was it, I was thinking of Juliet's dear friend. Bahaha. Cannot run. Hahahaha. Sheesh. Sickkkk lahh. Sya, you get what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot brag no more. Later Olin will nag about how long I blog and blahblahblah. See, now already she goes 'Ernie.... you typing so fast but damn loong. ' Ok, I shall stooop. I lazy to update lahh horhh. Update for the sake of updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is he like typical mat ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, more like downgraded .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116585291430124670?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116585291430124670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116585291430124670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-been-like-2149719384-days-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116548937414299928</id><published>2006-12-07T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T19:06:03.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bought SUPERMAN shirt :D:D:D I promise you, I'm like on cloud nine (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Spiderman tee now :D A nice one. Ohhlala ! So I went Far East today after buying Olin's school books at her school. I bought a wallet too. After 94390548548345y7849754 years, at last I have a proper wallet. And I have yet to buy a belt and a bag (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dad still owe me my iVideo :D Better buy me arh ! Let see if today's possible. Haaaa. Gaahhh. I got nothing much to say actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's online. But not talking to me lah )): Toot you. Don't make me. Don't start me. Later my pm keep changing. Haaa. Better talk to me arh. Don't ignore me, make me sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talk, baby, talk ! Talk, baby, talk !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gay-boy really amazes me xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116548937414299928?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116548937414299928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116548937414299928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-bought-superman-shirt-ddd-i-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116540546613408450</id><published>2006-12-06T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T19:44:26.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today had match and training. Damn, tired like anything lahh. From 7am to 4pm. Woahhh. After training went Lido. Genelle's autistic. Like really. Aisah always not careful when she wants to do or say a racist remark. Oh wells, that's typical Aisah lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually kan, nothing much happened today that I want to blog about. Hahaha. Sunshine's at chalet, I bored lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a Robin Hood to add to my people-with-special-names-in-my-life collection. I'm Red Riding Hood. Coool right. Lame people always get along together lah. And his father used to be my father's bestfriend xD And we will be playing digivize by the canal sooner or later. Cooool kann. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want watch movies tonight. Since Abang bought ceedees from Indon. Hoho ! And I'll finish up the ice-cream. Muahahaha. Olin, wanna join ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr.Sufi Hakim for the videos. Seeee. Your name AGAIN. Feel honoured, please !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116540546613408450?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116540546613408450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116540546613408450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-had-match-and-training.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116532225570293179</id><published>2006-12-05T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:37:35.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I admit I haven't been updating. I'm sorry. I'm just busy lah horh. So I went Vivo with Sandra, Genelle, Nikki, Aisah. We watched Deck The Halls and then played AIR HOCKEY. Man, it was damn fun I promise. Genelle is autistic, I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Happy Feet after I return from Vivo. I went Jurong Point with family. Everybody except Abang. Poor him. He was away in Padang enjoying himself. No, at that point he was sick in bed. He was so sick. Nvm, he bought me a levi's belt. Thank you horh BRUDDER ! Though it wasn't exactly what I asked for. Tskk. Happy Feet was nice (: It's not that bad lah. But I think Finding Nemo and Incredibles still nicer (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent painting Abang's room. Wanted to surprise him when he return. Cause I promise you, his room's wall was so dirty. It was too unsightly we decided to paint it :D It looks super IKEA now. Like blue and yellow. With blue furniture. Haaa. Wells, it's nicer and his room looks more spacious now. He better be thankful lahh. Ok, he is but he thinks his room looks abit too bigg. Haaa, so cerewet ( petty ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday had training. Pretty much very tiring. Only had 2 breaks through out the whole 3.5 hours. Went out after that. With Sandra, Genelle and Aisah. Went Bugis, Brass Basah, Arab Street, Bugis again, Marina Square and then Suntec City. We went buy paint and cloth for banners. Then Genelle and Aisah went around trying shoes. Sandy Stingray went buy a bag. Then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, dear Dahlia made me promise I was free. I was but I had to be home by three. She actually planned a somehow gathering. Then I know there was a few people coming. But I thought the Jahanams only lah. Then when Sufi and Haiqal turned up, I was like 'ouhkaye, so there's more than I expect. Tsk '. What a bestfriend I have. Betray me. Haha. But sadly, before everyone could reach, I had to leave. Sorry okaye people. Really am. I'll try to make it up in a way or another .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fetched Abang. He seems different. He still looks fat though. But he bought me belt. And kiter love dier kan. And I am 10 cm taller than Olin. And only 3kg heavier. So that makes me taller and thinner than her. Gaaaaah. Olin, jangan nak berangan lahh. Abang didn't grow lah horh. He still shorter than me. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Afifi, Sufi, Haiqal, Mirah, Rob and SUNSHINE ku ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;We talk, listen, complain and advise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;You're my best at BITCH-problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I love you kan even if Ass disapproves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;You rock my world :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116532225570293179?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116532225570293179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116532225570293179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-i-admit-i-havent-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116498594107806943</id><published>2006-12-01T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:28:00.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did I tell you I made out with a watermelon :D It was great I tell you. HOT SHIT lahh!!! (according to Denise) And yes, I made out with the watermelon that I totally didn't feel the pain when I scraped my elbows and bruised my knees. Oh wells, the knees aren't that bad. But the elbows, hell ya, it's like burning. My legs were apart with my head turning and twisting. And my head was in the watermelon. And my hands were to keep myself on a coffee-table position ( only elbows and feet touching ground). So yeah, can imagine how horrible and unsightly I was :&lt;br /&gt;OlinASS bought a new phone. And yes, dad so promised me an iVideo. And he promise to buy it on Sunday. Be a man of your words hahh. Olin bought some sony ericcson phone. Z-dont know what numbers. Hahaha. And it's PINK. Like so yuck for a phone. And she said "omg, so minah. oh, who cares, everbody knows, I AM A MINAH . " I bet you she'll kill me or at least scream at me as soon as she reads that previous sentence. Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching movie tomorrow with funny people at Vivooo. I'm GENEROUS !!!! Like really like really one. Hahaha. I AM generous okaye. Genelle and Nikki better love me xD But I'll be going play badminton before meeting them. Clubilya activity lah horh. Got time, why not go ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your presence lah. And yes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. I hate Dahlia for rubbing it in. Tskk. And yes, this is like so unlike Ernie kan. Dahlia loves it. Wth. So mean. This are states only special ones can see me in. Like Sya and Dahlia. They know I'm like self-contradicting myself. But hey, I'm missing for the wrong person for nuts. Tskkk. I need to go climb. Gahhh. Just a simple 'hello' from you can make me smile and yes, what more a proper conversation. It'll make me high the whole day baby. Just, talk to me lahh. But how horh, you busy all the time. Go&amp;amp;die lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You do something behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;Then try to cover it up.&lt;br /&gt;Dude, get a life. Move on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Absence make the heart grow fonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And your presence make my heart jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Baby, I'm falling for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gay-boys amazes me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116498594107806943?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116498594107806943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116498594107806943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/12/did-i-tell-you-i-made-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116489476102240662</id><published>2006-11-30T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:52:41.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Camp was great :D Juniors aren't that bad. Infact, they're nice. Really. Stove was HOT (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me xD I feel so old. Bleugh. And Aisah and Sya is turning 15 in 1 month plus. And I just turned fourteen. Cool hahh. Teammates were the first to wish me. First five minutes of my birthday, oh man, that was nice lahh. I watched Coach Carter and Remember The Titans both with full concentration and without sleeping. And I realize I watched both more than ten times already. Hahahaha. Oh wells, they're inspiring and interesting stories. Ernie likes this kind of movies. And I'm planning ot watch Coach Carter AGAIN. Soon lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning of my birthday I did 5km. Ate 7 slice of bread. Lost my voice. And have a terribly aching body. Scraped knees and elbows. Woah, my fourteenth birthday damn memorable lahh. I sound liek a rockstar now. I miss STOVE. We do get along well huh. I'll miss them. Like alot alot lahh. I'll miss cracking lame jokes with Pooja. And I'll miss making Falihah smile. And I'll miss making Suikee blurr. And I'll miss Nikki's cool talk. And I'll miss Ella's braces. Oh wells, I'll still see them during trainings :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Sunshine :D I miss Juliet :D It's so sadd I couldn't turn up for class chalet ): There must be a next time okaye (: I miss Bimbo. I want go out with her. Gagagagaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Teammates, Sunshine, Juliet, Partner, OlinASS, Mummy, Abang, Sufi, Farah, Trina, Nurul Fatin, TessaHOMO. I'm sorry if I miss any names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like so cannot talk. Rockstar voice. Amanda loves it though. If I ever am talking to you, please mind me. I might have some missing words here and there due to this super irritaing throat of mine. Tskk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I can wait for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But I can't wait forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116489476102240662?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116489476102240662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116489476102240662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/camp-was-great-d-juniors-arent-that.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116463364210874002</id><published>2006-11-27T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T21:20:42.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;taknak masuk campur .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dulu together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sekarang masih ader .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;belum jumper .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;entah ke maner . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Persahabatan antara si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy trying to understand :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116463364210874002?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116463364210874002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116463364210874002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/d-taknak-masuk-campur.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116462796952347178</id><published>2006-11-27T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:46:10.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went eat at Eatzi, former Jack's Place. First time in my whole life of 13 yrs and 362 days, Abang didn't finish up his food. Miracle lahhh. And he offered me some of his share. So unlike abang ku. Then we went West Mall. And bought alot of things. Eh, Olin, I so bought clothings of so-not-ernie type. Oh wells, changes are great you know. And yes, Olin, let's go town together one day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went out with dear Aisah and Dahlia. I don't like it with them. One slap me on the right, the other left. Dahlia always happen to be on the right. Aisah on the left. The other time was when we went to lot 1.&lt;br /&gt;Aisah has some kind of a relationship with escalators. She always have accidents on escalators. And yeah, it's hilarious and ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;We went to town first, bought my sandals (: Then we went to Queensway, bought Dahlia's fbt. And then we had trouble wondering where to cam-whore and waste time chasing cars (: So, we ended up going to none other than Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;And so Esplanade was where the fun started. We forgot about Musical Evening. So we were careful of our every move in case there was a Crescentian around. We headed for the rooftop. Cam-whored. Aisah loves her double-ok pose. Hahahaha. And Dahlia thinks the old man's butt is attractive. We took a photo of her checking it out xD More photos here and there. And then we went to the toilet. Me and Dahlia made a complete idiot out of ourselves. We went into the same cubicle and started doing 'stuff' in that one cubicle. Hahahaha. She almost peep the person next to us thinking it was Aisah. Then we walked out of Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;The underground place, the one where people dance, skate, take photos and do all kind of stuff that one. Yeah, that place, there was this group of 5 skaters. They were malays lahh. So we happened to walk towards the same escalator as them. Then there was this one with an Argentina Cap. Let's call him Mr.Argentina. He did some stunt and well fall right at the top of the escalator. And I was about to say 'excuse me' when he fell. So I wanted to lagh but smiled widely instead. But dear Aisah couldnt hold her laughter she jsut burst out like damn loudly. The whole group turned and noticed Aisah laughing at Mr.Argentina. Then there was this black shirt one ( Mr.BlackShirt ) who was the one who first noticed us laughing at him. So Mr.BlackShirt started looking back at us and smiling. Whatever lahh. Then there was another escalator ahead. They skated there. Then Mr.Argentina once AGAIN fell. Embarassing kann. And we havent recovered from the previous laughter somemore. So we laughed louder. And I smiled wider. This time it wasn't Aisah who burst out in laughters loudly. It was Dahlia. And yes, I felt damn bad lah. Second time laughing at him. Poor FOOLISH boy ! Then we were walking towards the MRT. And so Mr.BlackShirt kept turning back. He was checking if we were still at the back. So, being nice kiddos, and not wanting to be caught laughing at them anymore, we went to speed up and walk pass them instead. So if they fall, we won't see and won't laugh. While walking pass Mr.BlackShirt said to Mr.Argentina 'Eh, jatuh lagi lah ' (eh, fall again lah  ) Wth lahh. So we were walking SuperDuperFuperGuperUltraMega fast. We walked from Esplanade to City Hall mrt in like 1 minute when it's average is like 4 minutes (: Bahaha ! We pros lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the train so many things happen. I lazy want to blog lah. Anywayy, I need go pack for camp tomorrow. I'll be back only on Thursday. Which happen to be my birthday. Oh, how cool. I'm celebrating my birthday during camp -_-" . And most probably, I'll be rushign off to class chalet after dismissal of camp. Which means I'll be celebrating my birthday afternoon with them. That is if they're staying. Class chalet falls on the exact same day as camp. How conincidental. How unlucky, you mean. Oh well, I need go pack !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;you've moved on, alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sure I'll be fine in time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116462796952347178?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116462796952347178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116462796952347178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-we-went-eat-at-eatzi-former.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116447361121296644</id><published>2006-11-26T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T00:53:31.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm SUPER happy, I promise (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thankyou,fadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;BASIC COURTESY&lt;/span&gt;, I'd be jumping and screaming and laughing and going mad now. But hey, it's midnight. Show some consideration. So yeah, I can actually feel my heart jump inside me. I'm super happy. I so cannot wait to tell Sunshine and Juliet. Man, why must it happen now. And not just now. Syaaaaaaaa !!! Dahliaaaaaa !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday has training. Fine, Genelle, my aiming sucks. I shall work on it, I know. We ran 45 minutes. Nikki don't know how to stay in the line. Genelle, just bang her next time. Haha. Then we did 2000 skipping. I love smiling to Nikki while skipping. It just distracts her. Its so funny how she can get easily distracted by my wide smiles. Hahaha. We played 2 quarters in the rain. I splashed in a puddle while defending Sabrina and got my shorts all wet. Stupid ? VERY lahh. Took cab home. Blahblahblah. Fetched Dad from airport and go nenek house. Oh, I bought For One More Day by Mitch Albom already. Say YEY ! Nobody will get to read it until I'm done readin it twice. No bargains. Papa's so lame lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went Siti's concert. I promise you it was a great experience to actually watch how those tiny cute adorable innocent kids can be. 3,4,5 and 6 year olds. Hahaha. And yes, each one cracks me up. Siti was so adorable in that Farmer shirt and carrying the big axe. Hahaha. The boy bully her lah, never carry the axe, make her carry. Aper jer ! Then I saw some person with a super wide smile. Man, can your smile be any wider. Seriously, I can't stop smiling about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched bad company with Abang and Olin. Seriously, never watch a movie with Olin. She talks alot. Ask about the show nevermind, this one say the fan lah, the light, the actor acted in some other show all. And Abang gets irritated by me. Eh, you know I belo abit. Layankan jer lah. Adik tetap adik per.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After don't know how long, I had a conversation with dear Spiderman. I felt so guddamnit happy after I talked to him. Fadly, you're so cooooooooooool. You'll be my spiderman (: I'll be Mary Jane, and NOT Mary Jan-tan. Wahlauu, jahat seii. Oh wells, you're still &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh-so-cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me xD Secret, okok, I won't tell anybody, I promise :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel guilty ? Feel bad ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no . I FEEL GOOD !!! -sings-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116447361121296644?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116447361121296644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116447361121296644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-super-happy-i-promise-thankyoufadly.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116427637629792078</id><published>2006-11-23T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T18:09:27.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday had training. Hoho ! Tag ball xD Hahahaha. Recognise you teammates luhh. Genelle and Iylia had eating game. Genelle has good jaw muscles to have won Iylia. Chew, Genelle, CHEW !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was suppose to go out with dear cousin. Eh, sorry eh ALYSSA , our dear Olin abit old lah. She forgetful. Can say sumore ' I thought today 12th of Nov ' . Ketinggalan Zaman luhh. We set aside another date alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up staying home, being oh-so-lame with Olin. Seriously, she's darn pathetic and crappy. Nur Edlin, the ultimate LOSER (: Mum got SUPER DUPER FUPER GUPER ULTRA MEGA angry. Moodswings eh ? I don't know, but yeah, I was nice to obey her okaye. Olin still had the guts to be a faker. Tskkk. APER JER ! We went blog-hopping and friendster-ing together. The world's so small lahh. People I know know people she know. Like her friends and my friends are friends. Get it ? Ok, just imagine lahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to eat more chocolate ice-cream. Bleugh. Hahahaha. Abang, buy me more :D Pretty please. Tomorrow dad's coming home. So yeah, buy stuff time. Claim money, buy stuff, claim more money, buy more stuff. Till I'm satisfied. Or better, go shopping with him. He owes me iVideo anywayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From sekarang onwards, Edlin's and Ernie's post will be ultimate identical due to... you read futher lah okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edlin is desperate. For testimonials. So desperate that she indirectly became a hacker. Using Ernie's PC, she went to Ernie's friendster account and flooded HERSELF with nonsensical testimonials. Ernie, being a retard, just laughed along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edlin fumed with anger when Mama love Ernie more. And then, the worst part has yet to come, both of them werenearly sprinting like crazy RETARDS to be the FIRST to reach the door. GUESS FOR WHAT ? to be the one to fetch Siti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reachign the bus-stop, both were HUMILIATED when they found out that they were wearing super identical baju together. Worse still, jumping &amp;amp; laughing like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how retarded we can get. I'm suppose to be uploading the photos but Lazy-Ernie tells me not to. So, hehe, I won't (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olin is really seow tong ting. Go see what she flooded HERSELF with. ' I fuck her every night' and 'I lick her soles' and ' She's pretty' . Oh man, makes me sound sick. I'M STRAIGHT lahh hello. I not crook. Tskkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olin uploaded pictures of us in the identical shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://popeyelicious.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Take A Look :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you want ?&lt;br /&gt;Umm... FLY HIGH !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116427637629792078?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116427637629792078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116427637629792078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-had-training.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116416506055094418</id><published>2006-11-22T10:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T11:11:00.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was movie marathon day xD Wasn't planned though. Was suppose to go rock-climbing with Olin and Kak Ed. But Olin, unfortunately was down with fever. So we went out, go eat at lot 1, walked around, and yeah, went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some shopkeeper thought I was shoplifting -_-" Darn, I could have just paid rite. And yes, she didn't have proof. We had proof we were innocent. And she has proof that we were innocent. It was just her instinct playing tricks on her. She said she saw us took the other one. Then I replied 'But then why is the other one on the table. So, it means you're not looking properly. We did not take the other one. ' At first she wanted to make us admit. But we just denied, like hello, really wadd. Then Dahlia was like 'you check the camera lahh' . She check then she paiseh lorh. She didn't even apologise after that. Just said ' so you confirmed taking this one? '. Tskk. What a thins to say to cover up her mistake. She didn't even smile lahh. And being Ms.NiceErnie, I smiled to her when I left the shop. She just stared -_-" Eh, I'll go the extra mile for service okaye. Complain than you know. PFFT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and yeah, slacked around. Till Abang reach home. He was going off to rent return cd's and rent more. So I asked him buy Ben&amp;Jerry's for me. Now I have 1 tub on my own and another to share with him (: Yey ! I love Abang ! Then watched Longest Yard with him. Abang's short. He shouted at me 'I short lah !' because I requested to change chair. Chey! He admits he's short xD Then he left to meet his friend. So I continued watching Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Smith, followed by She's The Man. And then, no more ): Abang took my laptop away. Tskk. So I went out and watch tv which was so boring. So I ended up reading a book. Hahaha. It was just some sort of distraction so that Mum won't continue nagging at me. Which actually didn't work. She just went on and on. But oh wells, I wasn't listenonig :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be getting ready for training now. Since my dear Aisah cannot estimate properly, I have to be early. And yeah. Like in err. 20 minutes time I have to leave. And she's using the street directory now to estimate how long we'll take to reach NUS Eusoff hall. Aiyoy. Aisah, Aisah. I better get ready now before I'm late. Haha. Later Aisah kill me :&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother, baby !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116416506055094418?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116416506055094418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116416506055094418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-was-movie-marathon-day-xd_22.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116403863129430862</id><published>2006-11-20T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T00:03:51.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm darn lazy to blog. But for our dear Genelle, I'm blogging. Later she hate me. I promised her anyway. So, it's &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BASIC COURTESY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had training. So, this is the important part that I have to blog about . Went to school with Aisah. Genelle was submitting her appeal form when we reached. So we went to the canteen get ready fro training. While getting ready, Germaise wanted to buy 100 plus but unfortunately,her A Maths teacher was there. And she hasn't been going for class so she didn't want to be spotted. Aisah, Genelle and I, being nice kiddos wanted her to be spotted. So we went 'Germaise ! ' and then asked her for her full name which is Germaise Lin Mei Mei. Because when she was born he mum wanted her to grow up to be a pretty girl. Haha. And Germaise and Genelle mocked Aisah. And it became their ACTION OF THE DAY. Laugh and then point with an amused face. Ok, wth. And Aisah tried doing the wipe-your-laughter action. Ana she looked lame and pathetic doing it. Hahahaha. We started training with 3 sets of steps. Followed by circuits. There was EIGHT stations. (Germaise and I thought it was seven at first :\) Genelle was doing the steps stations. So I hinted to her and Aisah 'You just need to scream your heartS out.' And she said it was suppose to be heart without the S. So she started laughing at my error and dragged a few others. Until Iylia pointed out that if I was referring ot two person, there has to be TWO heartS. Then Genelle MALU lahh. Scream your heartS out ! Then Germaise and I was like going around saying "Congratualtions -inserts name- , you have just completed SEVEN stations" when it was EIGHT stations. And JingYi was very happy when we said it to her :D And then we has to do another set. Timed. Last 4 pair gets a penalty. So Germaise and I was rushing. But hey, Germaise, you did it alright, good job and great push there. And while doing sit-ups Genelle pointed out to me and Germaise it was EIGHT sets. And we were liek 'okaye'. Haha. Means we have been congratulationg people wrongly. Oh my LOSERS lahh. Genelle and Aisah did skippings as their last station and they rushed through their last fifteen with fear of being last four. In the end, last four no penalty also. Tsk. When I was going to the toilet to go change Adee was planning to scare me. She was running towards me, hands open wide, face screwed up, screaming loudly. And I was walking towards her with face covered except for my eyes lahh. Then when Adee reached me, I took the short off my face and scream loudly and made this screwe up face. And she got freaked out instead. And Steph at the back was like 'Oh My Freak!' and standing still liek in shock. Haha. So much for wanting to scare me, scare yourself. Went home with Genelle and Aisah. Genelle tricked us, said the bus was coming. Her bus lah come. Tsk. Made Aisah and I rush to find our ez-link in our bags. Pfft ! Then Sab, JingYi and Joanne came from Cheers. They walked towards the bustop. JingYi had a big bag with food in it. Sab had a mobile house made of the Cheers advertisement paper that one. The magazine-look-a-like. Genelle and Aisah had to bring home the ball bags. And Genelle's one had the First-Aid bag in it. Pity her. We laughed damn alot in the train. Genelle has a contagious laughter. And Aisah got hit hard on the face by the ball bag because she's a loser. Hahaha. Good job Genelle ! Then there's actually alot lah we laughed about. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genelle is Koh Mei Mei (pretty pretty) den I'm Nur Mei Mei (small sister ) Genelle disowns me): Oh my,how sad rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ah Beng Jokes xD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng calls the telephone operator:&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "Could you please tell me the time difference between Singapore and New York?"&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Just a minute..."&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng got his answer and cut off the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completing a jigsaw puzzle he'd been working on for quite sometime, Ah Beng proudly shows off the finished puzzle to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;"It took me ONLY 5 MONTHS to do it," Ah Beng said.&lt;br /&gt;"FIVE MONTHS? Why did you take so long." the friend asked.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng replied, "No, it is not long at all, look at the box, it says it is for 4 to 7 years".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng took part in the Singapore Manhunt Competition. During the Q&amp;A segment,&lt;br /&gt;the host asks, "Name a drink that begins with the letter 'G'."&lt;br /&gt;The crowd shouts, "Gin! Gin!".&lt;br /&gt;Others exclaim, "No, its Grape Juice!"&lt;br /&gt;Another smart aleck yells, "Alamak, Gatorade!"&lt;br /&gt;Host : "Quiet please."&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng laughs hysterically like a hyena before replying, "C'mon man, I don't need their help? I got more original answer. My answer is "Gu ni!" (milk in Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng had just bought a new computer and was using it when he encountered some problems. After a few attempts, he decided to use the 'Help' command. Soon after, he became very irritated and called the computer shop for support.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : "I pressed the 'F1' key for help... but it's been over half an hour &amp;amp; still nobody has come to help me...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng with two red ears went to his doctor. The doctor asked him what had happened to his ears.&lt;br /&gt;He answered," I was ironing a shirt and the phone ring lor but instead of picking up the phone, I accidentally picked up the iron and stuck it to my ear. So Kena lor!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Dear!" the doctor exclaimed in disbelief. "But, what happened to the &gt;other ear?"&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: "That stupid fellow called back again loh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Ah Beng go to a movie with his 18 friends?&lt;br /&gt;Because according to the advertisement, below 18 is not allowed to go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_____________-" guddamnit lame lahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116403863129430862?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116403863129430862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116403863129430862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-darn-lazy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116387195480335788</id><published>2006-11-19T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T01:45:54.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You give me a feeeling as if my presence is not needed. But when I leave, you find me. Oh wells, I just fcking don't get you. I don't understand you no more. You're lost lahh. Pick yourself up and fix those broken pieces. Move on baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BLEUGH :\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116387195480335788?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116387195480335788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116387195480335788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-give-me-feeeling-as-if-my-presence.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116386984847332155</id><published>2006-11-19T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T01:10:48.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've already said I'm sorry. It's not like I didn't apologize. Dude, you can't just blame me. It's your life, I don't control it. I'm sorry, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if someday I'll be good with goodybyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I know, is that in time I'll be fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116386984847332155?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116386984847332155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116386984847332155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-already-said-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116378013882474477</id><published>2006-11-18T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T00:15:38.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My laptop screen so cool gitu lahh. It's spoilt though. Haha. Its broken but it looks like a spider web. You know, like got crack like that. COOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, you've got no rights to blame me for the state you're in now. Yes, I admit, I do feel bad and responsible. But hello, you asked for it. If we not to end all this stupid crap shit, you wouldn't be as lost as now. I was just trying ot be a nice and concern friend. But, wth, you didn't have to make it as if I called with certain intentions. It's really frustrating and blood-boiling. Your bestfriend said I'm the only one who might be able to help you find your way. I was just trying to help lah. Don't have to give me a cold shoulder. I henoestly don;t care if you want to treat me that way. But pease, do not contradict yourself. You're just making things worse. Now, I'm lost. I fcking hell do not know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;iloveyou. goanddie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's really mean what we say now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;iloveyou. -silence-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok,fine.imissyou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fck. -hangs up-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116378013882474477?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116378013882474477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116378013882474477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-laptop-screen-so-cool-gitu-lahh.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116377300933115017</id><published>2006-11-17T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:16:49.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I slept like early, super early lahh. Like after maghrib at abt 7:30 sleep already. Tsk. And I totally forgot I had training the next day. Woke up at about 6 plus. So I ended up being 20 mins late. And abang took my tablet without permission. So it made me walk around the house at midnight finding for my tablet. When abang was in his room watching dvds. Irritating luhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's training was cooool. Exploring was funn lahh. Better than running rounds at canal. Despite the plants and the thorns. It was funny though. Train ride home was darn farnie. Aisah made a fool out of herself. And the woman wanted to laugh at Aisah but didn't want us to catch her. Oh well, we caught her. Bahaha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting results out today. Saw my results after run. I'm in 3G2. HELLO 3G2 !!! GOODBYE 2S2 !!! And what's best, Felicia get into the same class as me. Yey ! It was planned lahh. We wanted to be enter the same class. Steph and Candice and Eva will be in 3G2 too. How cool. 5 netballers in one class. Damn cool rite. And 2S2 only Rachel and Isabel same class as me. Mavis is appealing though. And my other future classmates are people I don't know or dont really know. New friends , HELLO ! Dad owes me iVideo now. Bahaha ! And Olin, I'm taking 8 subjects. You're taking 7, don't boast already :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S what ? S what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ASSHOLE !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116377300933115017?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116377300933115017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116377300933115017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-i-slept-like-early-super.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116367936482720127</id><published>2006-11-16T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T20:16:04.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I’m alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An ounce of peace is all I want for you, will you never call again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And will you never try to reach me? It is I that wanted space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today BEST lah. Though Mirah was a spoilt sport and going &amp;$(#&amp;amp;@)  just because her pack of ciggratte got drenched and of no use. Despite that, everthing else was nice. It started out with I went to Dahlia's house. Confirmed he numebr of people going. Me,Lia,Rob,Fana,Azra and Mirah (: ENAM JAHANAM ! Then we went to cut her hair and meet the rest at lot 1. Then we headed to Vivo. Hoho. We couldn't get our eyes off the candies and chocolates. Pampered ourself with sugar (: I still have Wonka bars bought 2 days ago. Then we went to eat. Ok, this was the best part. We ate at dunnoe-what-chickne-rice-dunnoe-what. It started with the tauge joke and moved on and on. Then, Mirah and Fana played the Eating Game. Oh wells, I go upload the video of it sooon. It was hell of a fun xD And so we payed and left. Went shopping round vivo. Mirah and Fana wanted to vomit due to the dish they had to eat for the game :D We went for puddle-jumping and had fun. Yeah. And so we went to the sky garden. Me, Lia and Fana went in willignly. We went up and hurried in. Bahaha! And started our evil plann. First was Rob. We got her jeans wet. Then we warned Azra and Mirah. We failed on Mirah a thousand times. So, we moved on to Azra. Who we made her totally wet by splashign her when taking photo. And Mirah was so faaaaaar away there was no way we could push her in. So, we thought we shall just give up. And so, she came. Not prepared. Handphone in pocket. Everything in pocket, shoes and sock. And Fana and Azra was asking me when we were going to push her down. She was standing at the tip. So I stood up and automatically the rest pushed her. And me being closest to her was the one who she grabbed for support. And yes, I fell in with her. She fell in like the whole body. I was on top of her. So, I wan't wet. THANK GOD ! In the end, Lia and I who was the one who started pushing people are the ones who are the dry-est. Hahaha. And Mirah was a spoilt sport. She got so angry and fcked up. Not because of her phone. But other things in her pocket. Skipp that part. Totally bad scene for today. Then the rest went off to go shopping or I don't know inside in the air-con. While Mirah and I went sun-tanning ? We were sitting and lying down at the stair thingy that one. Haha. And yeah, we were disturbing people. Aye ! Cis ! Hahaha. Mirah darn farnie. There were alot of madrasah students there. Al-Irsyad and Al-Junied. It was quiet err, cool ? Then the rest joined us and brought scented bubble liquid. Yey ! And mine was Green colour which scented of apple (: We played a little bit more of water . Sent Azra to TOPMAN and left for home. Fana headed for esplanade while the rest went towards cck. Rob went to meet her TauGeh. Mirah went to meet her friend at Macs. And Lia and I went do some last minute shopping (: I bought shirts from L.P Zone. And she bought a bag from Sports Connection. Anice beautiful bag which Mirah and I is going to buy too. It all started with Rob using it just now. And he rest fell in love with it. And it cost at only $18 please. Totally reasonable price for such a bag. And then we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum bought Auntie Anne's. Yey ! And I ate Wonka bars. Woohoo. I am so pampering myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today totally brought back memories I don't want to bring back. Puddle jump. Disturbing people. Water-splashing. Starburst. Oh, broken slippers (: Chasing cars. Sunshine's right. No matter what it is, those times will always be missed. Seriously, stop haunting me lahh. I don't want to be bothered anymore. Gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m sober now for 3 whole months it’s one accomplishment that you helped me with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won’t touch again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I’ll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116367936482720127?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116367936482720127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116367936482720127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-to-block-out-thoughts-of-you-so.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116360848932773944</id><published>2006-11-15T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T00:37:00.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today had training xD I'm a happy kid now. Like really, happy gilerbabi type one (: Tomorrow I'm having outing with primary school girlfriends. Oh, cooooool lah, babee ! Let's pray pray hard that it'll turn out just fine :D And I'll be able to go crazy and high with them. Everybody's changed but hey, we can still bring back old times and enjoy alright babes. Those birthday bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manzzz, I am so not meeting any of my primary school friends on my birthday. I never know they might hold that grudge towards me. Dahlia's birthday, I was one of the ones who planned it. So was Nurul Fatin's. Damn, and those two were the two which everybody enjoyed. The eggs and the water balloons. And the smashed cake. How we had to scrub the void deck in the end xD Hahaha, screw the bangla. Tsk, it's his job lahhh. Ask us do. But, I had fun cleaning up. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahlia's like making me hate green. But hell no, I still love green. Green darling, I won't hate you baby. Tsk her. I totally erased that scene off my head and here you are ALWAYS reminding me abt it when you see green. I am so killing you tomorrow. But I love you too much to kill you. Gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang was telling me how he likes Mcfly too. Haha. He LOVES their You've Got A Friend video. I got to admit it's damn nice and touching. Even I love it now. And Ms.Genelle made me addicted to Mcfly. Oh, good news for me. Dougie Poynter's birthday falls on the same day as me. He's turning 19 on this coming 30th. And I'm turning 14. How cool hah. And yes, Syirah says Dougie is hers. And Genelle says so too. And they both think Dougie is like hot. Oh wells, we're born on the same date:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang's like so totally gay. He calls his bestfriend 'sayang' . Like eww. And yeah, I witnessed them do gay 'stuffs' before. That's horrible. And okay, what you'll be reading is only to be read, not told or said. My brother's bestfriend confessed to my brother that yes, he thinks my brother's butt is hot. How ewww-ing is that. Ugh, MY brother is gay. Omg, I wish I'm not alive :&lt;br /&gt;I'm so eagerr for tomorrow. I don't want to sleep. Alright, I'm not sleeping. Maybe I will. Haha. Maybe not :\ I'll see about it. Actually, it's not tomorrow already. It's today. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116360848932773944?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116360848932773944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116360848932773944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-had-training-xd-im-happy-kid-now.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116351762778869126</id><published>2006-11-14T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:20:27.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IMRAN, PARTNER KU (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smile always and yeah, you're more matured now. Unique kiddo will remain as Happy kiddo's PARTNER alright :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great lah, Juliet ! Dates with you have been best lah eh(: Though today I was on my hyper and giler mood. I laugh for no reason. And yeah, you're so cool I ended up sneezing agazzilion times today. Now, I have a flu. Tsk. But Covenant was great rite. That guy was really sleeping and snoring I think. It sounded scaraye :\ But, Taylor is cute okay. But not hot. Don't remind me about the swimming pool incident. Hahaha. And yes, BenNJerry's are our boyfriends alright. Hahaha. I bet you're jealous I can break the waffle so perfectly, unlike you. And yes, SUPERMAN rawks !!! Told you already. Hahaha xD Don't make me jealous with your wonderboy or superman or &lt;s&gt;dimpleboy&lt;/s&gt;. I have my sexaye boyfriend. Even you think his butt-crack is adorable. Goanddie lah. Anyhow go see my boyfriend's butt-crack. TOIDI !!! Nvm, it's hawt and sexaye rite. Hoho ! Chocolates rock lahh. And yes, I do think I go high on sugar xD I was SUPER high just now. Too much sugar intake maybe. That boy with green hair was cute hah. 'Hey,I'm hot, don't you think so?' HAHAHA. I think he and his bunch of weirdos are such LOSERS. Coloured hair and they look so primary school :&lt;br /&gt;Today, before I met Juliet, I bumped into Mr.Wink at cck interchange xD Hello, he's adorable I tell you. He might not be the hottest guy alive but hey, he's cute alright. Okay, he's nobody I know though. I was walking when I saw this tall boy. Ok, maybe abt 175cm. Ideal height lah. Then I saw his mum ( i guess) in front of him. And he was holding out his hand for his granny to help her walk. Ain't that like so caring of such a boy. Let me ask you, how many guys can you find that would spend his morning following his mum and granny and giving his granny aid to walk. Like only a small pinch of guys lahh. And so I saw him and thought he was such a sweet guy so I gave him a smile. I know I smile to evrybody but hey, this one I gave the smiel the one 'I-am-smiling-at-you' smile. So he saw me smiling at him so he smiled back and WINKED. Yes, need I repeat, he winked. How sweet is that .I stood and didn't walk for like 3 seconds and smiled back. Hello, I want bump into him again. Hehehe. And I saw my cute junior. Tak membesar eh awak xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I met a new boyfriend .With a sexaye butt-crack. You can see the M-shape and the two shine circles on the butt. Hoho ! Sounds super wrong I know xD You can easily spot him. But he's MINE !!! He's always doing his job at VivoCity. The pool at the sky garden. Got this naked black statue at the top of the pool doing some spinny-thingy. THAT'S HIM !!! Ok, partner thinks it's lame. It's not. And he was actually happy that I was FINALLY attached xD He said FINALLY. Hello -.- , I'm not interedted in getting attached till maybe 17 or 18. By then I'll be matured like you rite :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner's finally 18. And yeah, taller than me. By a pathetic few centimetres. Hahaha. But he's more matang now that he's 18. Maturity level rise hah. I can't wait to start jumping beside you to feel tall. Hahaha. Ok, short people are cute okaayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be ok, you don't need me.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, you'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;Then I knew what he meant.&lt;br /&gt;And it's not what he said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tsktsktsk&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, you're one and I'm not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116351762778869126?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116351762778869126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116351762778869126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-imran-partner-ku-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116342537448815810</id><published>2006-11-13T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:42:54.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldn't catch balls. TSKme. tsktsktsk. Irritating kan. Ernie, Ernie. Oh wells, at least in the end, I did succeed to catch balls. I intersepted 9 balls in the game. 4 was saved another 5 was on hand. Tsktsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love skipping. Don't ask why. I skipped 1600 during training. Skipped another 400 when I reached home. Skipping is fun, yes it is. It makes you grow talltalltall anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have a date with my lovelaye Juliet(: We're watching Covenant. I want show her the Puma shirt too. And yeah, we shall go to the sky garden yeah babe. And bring memories of that loveliest date ever of the sunset (: Thank go we had your camera. At least we captured photos of that day(: Best rite xD I want walk along hte beach with you again. And imagine walking along hte beach during sunset. Oh man, that's like the bestest of the best date lahh. Hoho ! You're the best lah babe !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots of date to go. Gahh. Later broke. No, I can claim(: I got alot of receipts in my wallet now. Dad owes me manymany(: I topup-ed my ezlink $30 already. And on the other hand, I don't get pocket money because it's holidays. Even when it's trainings or whatever, he won't give money. Tsk lah. Nevermind, so I shall start claiming lahh. And yeah, he keeps all my hari raya collection lahh. I only get $50. And I never complain. So it gives me a reason to claim money. Bahaha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeahs, I feel so much better today. I don't need story-tellings or lame-craps to make my day. That's a good sign alright. I bet you;re oh-so-happy now too. Good for you. I shan't bother you anymore. And you shan't bother about me anymore. I told you, happy endings don't exist for now. And in life, you don't always get what you want. And usually, things tend to turn out the way you don't want it to and the way you least expected. So, leave with it, dude (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116342537448815810?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116342537448815810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116342537448815810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-couldnt-catch-balls.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116334764920962955</id><published>2006-11-12T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:07:29.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything's so blurry.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone's so fake.&lt;br /&gt;and everybody's empty.&lt;br /&gt;and everything is so messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not bother you anymore. And neither shall you. What's done is done. Nobody and nothing can turn back time. I don't want to talk about it anymore. I don't want to let whatever shit happened bother me anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSK. TSK. TSK. Go away. Maybe you'll be better off now. It's no harm trying. I just hope you learn from your mistakes. Fly away and disappear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is changing.&lt;br /&gt;there's noone left that's real,&lt;br /&gt;to make up your ending.&lt;br /&gt;and let me know just how you feel,&lt;br /&gt;cause I am lost without you.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live at all.&lt;br /&gt;my whole world surrounds you.&lt;br /&gt;I stumble then I crawl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116334764920962955?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116334764920962955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116334764920962955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/everythings-so-blurry.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116334113920235754</id><published>2006-11-12T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:18:59.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What exactly is your problem? I gave you what I could give. I gave you the best I could offer. But, I'm sorry, what you want is not what I can give. You always get what you want, don't you? Well, not for now. You wants things to go YOUR way. Wake up, you're leaving a life with people around you. People who care, people with feelings, people who have their own lifes to live. Don't be selfish and only think of yourself and your needs. Seriously, I can live my life without you. I'm glad I have too infact. I love it when you're here. But I'm better when you're gone. I was just there to guide you because seeing someone so miserable was very hurtful. And you do have alot ahead of you, you just don't want to fcuking care. Don't be such a fcktard and give fcking attitudes with that fckface of yours. Whatever shit crap that went out of your mouth was very heart breaking. But, yes, I can live with it. Don't come regretting what you said. It was done before. I gave in and let you do it over again and take back your words. Now, there's no more turning back. Nothing and nobody can turn back time. My decision's are final. Nothing and nothing can change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my convinient friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've got no fcking mood to blog already. Went jalan-raya. Had open-house yesterday, Almost died due to the work I had to do with the fact that I had training in the morning when I almost died too. So,last night I was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need your grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To remind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To find my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes,I'll miss you,GreenMan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll remember you,Mr.Asshole.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This I promise you ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116334113920235754?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116334113920235754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116334113920235754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-exactly-is-your-problem-i-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116316693878138003</id><published>2006-11-10T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T21:55:38.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I feel good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is someone's birthday. No yey for him lahh. You go celebrate yourself je lahh. I could have been the first to wish you tauu. But I didn't want to be, let someone else who's special to you be the first to wish you jerr lah eh. So I wished you like only just now. Hoho ! I don't want fight or argue with you already lahh. I'm nice and I don't want to make you feel so loser-ish at the same time xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I helped mum make cupcakes. I did everything okaye. She said I only needed to help. In the end, I did everything. Because she was tired and went to sleep. Tsk. So I was rushing through lah. Because I was going to watch Grudge 2 with Fana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watches Grudge 2 with Fana as a movie date:D It was best lah kan. We were talking and crapping and going happy-go-GILER throughout the whole bus journey. And when we reached Cine, she actually ALMOST trip at the escalator because her shoelace got stuck. Pathetic kann. And whats worse, the couples in front of and behind us saw her hopping there. Maluating like hell lahh. And she could laugh so loud somemore. And she was so blind I tell you. Made me go up and down the escalator. Embarassing lah. Went in the show started like a few seconds already and UNfortunately, we were sitting in front of a group of monkeys. I felt like I was on a roller coaster. With a cigorously shaking chair the whole time. And I bet they lost their dicks upon seeing the show. 'Do you still have your balls?' Irritaing shit. And they were making alot of noises. Despite the shush-es they received from around them. Tsktsktsk. Inconsiderate people. We didn't scream at all lahh. Because it wasn't scary but it was tenses and alot of suspense. That's all lah. Average lah the show. But Shutter still better (: And so, after the show it was raining. Lucky, Smart Ernie brought umbrella. It was heavy lah. And Fana doesn't know how to hold an umbrella upright. I had to give her aid. Haiyorr, same case as Dahlia. And so we walked to Takashimaya. Walked around. Bought two shirts. I want that Puma green shirt. Damn ! SYAFIQAH !!!!! It's what we have been looking for, the vest and the collar tee. And its GREEN,LIMEGREEN. Man,I'm so begging mum or dad for that. World Of Sports should have(: And Fana falls for the Adidas LIMEGREEN totebag(: She's buying it tomorrow. LALALALA. Went out of Taka, headed for bus stop outside fareastplaza. While walking there, I puddle-jumped xD I miss GreenMan at that time, I promise. Fana was a spoilt sport at first. But I made her jump with me so she tried. And so we continued jumping, trying to spray each other. She became more wet than me. Because I jumped at BIG puddles. And she scared to jump at big puddles xD One time, I jumped and it was so loud this couple turned. I was so innocent okaye. They weren't splashed anywayy. They were so far. It's just the sound what. So I smiled super widely and cheekily and said Sorry loudly okay. Fana laughed at me. Tsktsktsk. And then the bus ride home was darn farnie. Though both of us knew that tere was this couple staring hard at us, we continued crapping .Eh, I realised how lame I was. Haha. And yes, Fana can really make me go giler. Because of her, I was laughing like the whole time. She got irritated but laughed along. And its the deep laughter purposely irritate others one. Fana, best lah eh ! You make me go CRAZAYE babe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had my first call with Partner. Best gitu lah kan. Haha. And I said TAKA, dudeee, TAKA. Not Tekka. Tsktsktsk. And sadly, Dahlia can't make it AGAIN next friday. Damn sad lah eh. I'll go wish upon a star tonight alright. Then I wish I wish, with all my might, that I'll meet Partner oh-so-soon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, GreenMan went out with BlueMan. So cool gitu kann. Like how the both of you used to be. Vivo best? Amacam? Huhu xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I reliased my tagboard has been posted with love tags. Babes, spread the love &lt;3 So is Dahlia's , Farhanah's, Dina's and Azra's . Best lah kitorang (: I love you all Babes more than any of you love me. That's a declaration, a fact, a truth. Do not go against it, thank you very much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I want to be a nice soul and try my best to not argue with anyone online or on the phone from this minute(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a FLOWER bitch who FISHABLL-ing loves Puddle-jumping and people thinks I'm FRIEDCHICKEN-ing lame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally don't make sense? Only my Sweetums would understand kankan, Farhanah ku? Ernie loves Farhanah banyakbanyak :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116316693878138003?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116316693878138003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116316693878138003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-i-feel-good-today-is-someones.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116308797903634878</id><published>2006-11-09T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:59:39.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Siti is so guddamnit irritating. She doesn't want to sleep and she's annoying me. Tsk. I'm pissed off enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green man is irritating. Blue man rocks like stone. Green man is so egoistic. Goanddie lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking to you already. Seriously, I don't think you've change like how you said you have. And you don't seem to have regretted from your wrong doings in the past. And it's really dissappointing that I'm actually facing reaality. I just pray this is some nightmare of mine which I haven't woke up to. tsk. I'm not saying I regret, but I'm just saying I could have been doing much better things. I could have been a better person now. I could have lead a happpier life. Honestly, you just seem like a mistake. It sounds stupid, I know. But, really, I don't know why I'm still tolerating you. Maybe I just don't like seeing hearts break. This isn't a happy ending. I know there's no happy endings. I believe there is happy endings it's just when that happy ending is. I don't want happy endings now. Not now. I want happy days, happy things, happy people, happy times, happy everything . Then that's when happy endings come in. You don't understand, do you? It's no use pretending in your lies because one lie leads to another. Soon enough, you'll be in a huge mass of lies. And you'll be living in lies. Pure lies. Nothing else but lies. You seem to not get tired or feel guilty or even regret breaking hearts. You breaak hearts and it breaks yours to see theirs fix. And so, you'll go breaking those hearts yet again. What's with breaking hearts? Are you like heartbroken or what? tsk, I'm not talking about you already. Makes me feel so sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to watching Stealth. and Coach Carter after that. so tonight, I'm going on tv marathon with abang. No, maybe alone. Since he's fast asleep, hugging his pillow, in his red and white checkered boxers xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116308797903634878?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116308797903634878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116308797903634878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/siti-is-so-guddamnit-irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116307950813697295</id><published>2006-11-09T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:38:28.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Abang wants another adik, a boy. Haha. He was talking about mum being pragnant and having another adik. Hilarious lah abang ku. And he's angry with me because I ate the whole tub of the Chocolate Chips Cookie Dough Ben N Jerry's ice-cream. He's not satisfied with his share. Hello, I'm paying you ten okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had training. Before training went Lido with Aisah. Darn farnie. Aisah is still so lame as ever, maybe more lame. Hoho ! We got caught in the rain. No, we wanted to take the bus but we couldn't find a way to a bus stop which won't get us in the rain. And thinking that training starts at 3:30 we rushed like shit. We walked a path 10 times, I think the people giving the flyers could recognize us already. And we bumped into Dahlia and the walking pink kuih lapis (: You miss my shoulder yarh? Huhu xD In the end, we made a decision to take a cab to school. And we were left with only 8 mins lah. And what's best, our dear Aisah keeps telling me wrong things. She says this side got taxi stand and turn out no, it's the opposite side. Then she said we could go through here and it turned out that we couldn't pass there. So as a balasan, she fell BAAAAAD. On the escalator somemore. She laugh at the boy too hard she couldn't walk up the escalator properly that she missed a step and fell on her knees. And she stayed that position laughing till we reach the upper floor that i had to scream 'eh, reach already,get up' and she actually crawl-jump onto the floor. Damn maluating lahh. And some makciks were there. Lucky they didn't see her, I hope. And she didn't complain or whatsoever. She continued laughing lah. And some pakistani guy likes Aisah. Though she denies and insist that it was me he was attracted to. She was doing weird things (typical of her) and he was staring at her. And he went Golden Landmark xD Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach school and found out we weren't late. Tsk lah. Waste my money cab there. Training was fun but slack like anything. Genelle thinks its happy day and siow day today. I think everyday she's like that, precisely why IMH rejected her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my mans are such irritaing people. So irresponsible. What a shame. tsktsktsk. I want be Blue woman but no, I shall like only green (: Goodbye Yellow woman. Yet to say goodbye to your Pink man xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner, I'm damn sorry lah eh. Seriously, sorry. I feel super bad. Sorry lah eh, Mr.Matang (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116307950813697295?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116307950813697295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116307950813697295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/abang-wants-another-adik-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116300609615863262</id><published>2006-11-09T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T01:14:56.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cannot play coloour game): Because they say I got no colour. Aper jeur ! I have to choose another colour if I want join the game. I don't like green man. I gave him the name, he don't want share. TSKhim lah. Oh, it won't hurt for a green woman to join the green man kan. Then we find a blue woman for blue man alright (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greeen man went into his grave already. Because he told blue man that he got tired of tryign over and over again but all he ever gets is a 'goanddie'. Told you already. My decision's final (: I'd prefer blue man though. Eh, let's go find a black man. So cool rite? Then Green, Blue,Black. But green and blue still best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY green man and blue man are like gay-boys. How about wet kisses to each other aside from the teddybear hugs. I'd be honoured to see it live xD Gay-boys are hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so nice to be just like before. The threesome. Against that individual solo-ist okaayyy. Kill her. I want to say 'goanddie' to her okay. You two do the attacking (: She only has that walking-atm-machine as a protection :D Cool lah. Lets name walking-atm-machine PINK man xD dudes, cool lah you two, so creative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116300609615863262?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116300609615863262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116300609615863262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-cannot-play-coloour-game-because.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116300154285952754</id><published>2006-11-08T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:59:03.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today not nice day. daddy bad mood. gahh. then like as per usual I become innocent victim. Innoccent ok. All because of abang. tsktsktsk. Thankyou lah abang for helping spoil my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today only one post and on the last minute. Hoho. I don't know what to day lah. I don't like today, don't want to talk about it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYAFIQAH !!! Juliet ku, told you, its oh-so-charming xD I don't blame you. Oh wells, you have great taste lah eh :x Please, I told you already. hahahaha. I shall repeat that often. I TOLD YOU ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sleep early though. Cause I don't feel a single tinge of sleepy lah. Today no story-telling cause my green man went to Jalan Raye. tsktsktsk. So boring cann. Ohoh, green man bestfriend AGAIN( atlast) with blue man. Both MY man (: We join forces attack yellow woman alright. Hahaha. Eh, green man change colour. I green woman lah. You take red okok? Don't be busybody, follow me only xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116300154285952754?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116300154285952754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116300154285952754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-not-nice-day.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116291517590956084</id><published>2006-11-07T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:59:35.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh YEY ! call received. I can start typing now. HAHAHA. Ernie's so lame. Who cares lah eh. I want go shopping. For slippers, sandals , shirt, puma jeans(with abang) , partner's present -_-" , shorts and err. lots more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i got so little time left to post. Dang ! Why you call so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay tatas that's all for today. haha. I can post tomorrow which is a few minutes soon. So coool rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'iloveyou'&lt;br /&gt;'goanddie'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116291517590956084?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116291517590956084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116291517590956084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-yey-call-received.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116291395331487803</id><published>2006-11-07T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:39:13.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Manzzzz, hahaha, this is the sixth post baby. I'll wit for the last minute call than I post the 7th one. alright? I told you I keep promises (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner really sad lah eh. Alaaaaaaah, your post won't be the first one wad . Chill are ,dude (: At least, now, because of you, I don't feel fcked up anymore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Tu Amor by RBD (: nice lah gitu :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116291395331487803?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116291395331487803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116291395331487803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/manzzzz-hahaha-this-is-sixth-post-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116291328448697392</id><published>2006-11-07T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:29:45.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Partner made me cry. AGAIN and again and again. This is like the third time I'm crying because of Partner and his Winx Club show. He still watches cartoon. Ok, who doesn't watch cartoon, even if you're like so old, cartoon is a must watch. If not, you got no life. I'm still crying due to partner's childish-ness :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUUUUUTTTT, hello, Winx Club. That's so lame, Mr.Imran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;...Tefal Frying Pans &amp; Puma Collections, BIG hope... says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i can't do anything so what else?? you think im a winx fairy that teleports to your room and steal your puma collections?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Frying pans belong to kitchen and Puma belongs to Ernie. FAT-hope, Mr.WinxClub xD says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. you can ask them to do that?&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know the fairy could teleport.&lt;br /&gt;tell me more about Winx Club ,mister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;...Tefal Frying Pans &amp;amp; Puma Collections, BIG hope... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, they are a bunch of VERY PRETTY AND HOT cartoon fairies thats cute and entertaining...FULLSTOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Frying pans belong to kitchen and Puma belongs to Ernie. FAT-hope, Mr.WinxClub xD says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. tank kayu (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you. He agrees and admits he watches that lame show. VERY PRETTY AND HOT somemore. What to do, he's too childhood deprived. And he threatens to kill me if I ever post about this.And currently, he's playing 'Shadow The Hedgehog' game. I think its another of his childhood deprived lame game lah eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;...Tefal Frying Pans &amp;amp; Puma Collections, BIG hope... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and PLEASE DON'T WRITE BOUT ME WATCHING WINX CLUB LAST TIME in your blog or im really am dead serious of killing you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116291328448697392?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116291328448697392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116291328448697392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/partner-made-me-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116291021640111509</id><published>2006-11-07T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:44:54.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am oh-so-fcked-up. You think so too? Tell me about it, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made promises. Broke it. I was down-right dissapointed lah babe. Den now, you have the guts to make the same promises AGAIN. I'd slap you upside-down inside-out if I could. Please, win trust first then can lose them. Cannot lose then lose again. Nanti takde trust, you die lah.And kan, kiter chat ngan Shahiran lagi bagus arh, kan Shahiran :D He's a better friend than you :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking hell don't know what I'm talking about. But that person should know. And Shahiran, sorry lah eh. I was so guddamnit fucked up, I had to moodswing at you. But buat sakit hati tau, tak nak percaye takper. Tsk. Friends ? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rare for me to multiple-post. Today is special. SEVEN babe, SEVEN (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116291021640111509?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116291021640111509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116291021640111509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-oh-so-fcked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116290099563096587</id><published>2006-11-07T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:03:15.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got nothing to do beside hanging on the phone. Story-telling rocks lah okay. How long already the story. Hoho ! No matter what you say, I'll make the twist. I hate happy endings. FULLstop(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang is so baaaad. I called him. Then hw knows I'll scream at him if he tell he later so he immediately said 'eh,ernie, i tertinggalkan your stylus pen at my schoolno my terlock the pintu then I cannot go in and take. But tomorrow , I'll be going to school first thing in the morning to take your pen.' and in a very fast way lah. And i replie '-laughters- you knwo I'll scream at you arh. Lucky you know how to make up. ' Ok so, to show his sign of true apology, he's buying me ice-cream.Ben N Jerry's chocolate cookie chunks eheh,abang? So nice rite. I was like buy me ice-cream can and he was like telling me all the nice ones den tell me he'll buy. Ok, abang too nice already. So weird. I'm prepared to face the circumstances xD Punch or kick or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting with Siti because of teddy bears. How lame, I know. I was hugging abang's bear and she came and snatch it. I was like okay lorh,whatever. Then she didn't want to play bears so she gave it to me. I got so attached to it.  Excuse me, bears are extremely huggable lah. So I was blog-hopping and chatting while hugging my brother's bear. Den Siti came and took another bear which was much bigger and ugly and said its cuter than mine. So, I went on debate with her about who's bear was cuter. She took out 5 bears. I only needed one to defend myself. Now, she's on the losing side, so she's off to find another bear -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for BOYFRIEND to return. Can pampaer myself with his songs and pictures and all. Boyfriend, I knwo abang must have been torturing you, I'm sorry. Sometimes in love, sacrifices have to be made. And well, family first kann. But, I'll still love you as much infact, more MY BOYFRIEND (: I loyal to you okay. I won't trade you for a better one ever. I'll only modify you so you'll be better (: I've yet to buy the extra battery. alaaaaah, troublesome sungguh. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang is taking so long. I want ice-cream. I'm posting for like the third time okay today. Ishishish. Story-telling is not entertaining enough that I go to the extent of saying SUPER lame stuff to Juliet. She's superwoman and I'm red-riding-hood. If superman gets robin hood why acn't superwoman have a partner with a hood ? Maybe I shall change to green-glowing-glasses (:  thats damnit cool kannn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My green man said sorry to blue man (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116290099563096587?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116290099563096587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116290099563096587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-got-nothing-to-do-beside-hanging-on.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116289312417476717</id><published>2006-11-07T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:52:04.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stomach oh stomach, aku sangatsangat lah mahu kamu untuk berhenti menderaku xD Stomach is still killing me. I'm suppose to go rock-climging. But OlinASS malas, I also malas want to go. No ASS to join forces with(: Olin, please do feel honoured and special that you're so guddamnit special to me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on abang's desktop. So cool gitu kan. It took me 3 hours just to on the computer successfully. Dude, do something about it,it's this bad. Hello, dad can easily ask his friend to fix it yeah. Don't go trouble yourself each time you need to switch on the computer. And I didn't know my brother has a BIG teddy bear. So adorable lah. But my mum says he gets so angry when my mum puts the teddy bear on his bed. And he'll throw it on the floor before he goes to sleep each night. How cute is that? tell me about it. And yes, he got no songs in his desktop. How boring can that be? So, I am listening to random songs. Gahh. Abang ni. spoiler lah. LEND ME YOUR iPod,baby (: As a appreciation of my kindness, I am going to ask you to lend me your iPod (: I lend you my boyfriend okayy. My $3000++ boyfriend. You have to lend me your spoilt, badly-damaged-hardware-failured, pick-up-from-the-bus-stop iPod. Its so priceless lah compared to my nice,good-condition,well-functioning,fully-operating,anti-virused, buy-special-order-from-my-school BOYFRIEND (: ok,saturday okay. then tell me how the hell I am suppose to press and operate it in order for it to function properly and avoid the hardware failure. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story-telling is still going on. We're laughing our ass out. He goes 'iloveyou' and I will definitely reply 'goandie'. I'm not being mean. It's the inside joke eheh? Now he just PROPOSED to her despite knowing the fact that he rejected her 7 times already. Oh, SEVEN. Kiter tau lah awak nak sengajekan buat semue SEVEN. Irritating tauu. Today's the SEVENTH november. Seven months ago, I was jumping up and down. Today I am jumping OVER JUPITER. I'm happier with the state we're in now that's why. Puddle-jump baby (: My Green man(: alah,banyakbanyak lagi kann. Dah kalahkan Yellow woman? If I can, I want be Green woman (: So cool gitu kan. Abeh boleh bunuh Nurul gether-gether. Ishishish. Jahat sei. Abeh nnti kiter suruh Blue man join in. Awak baik-baik ngan dier okay. For kiter lah. For me you will rite xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'iloveyou'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'goanddie'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'imeanit'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'eatshitlah'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'crossmyheartsweartodie'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'promisesarebroken'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye To You (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7monthsago,promisesweremade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;today,promisesaremade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything'sbroken,ipromise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116289312417476717?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116289312417476717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116289312417476717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/stomach-oh-stomach-aku-sangatsangat.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116286525662378779</id><published>2006-11-07T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T10:07:36.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a strong feeling, there's something wrong with my stomach. Oh, I don't care. I'll just pretend it's not hurting. Though I'm on the verge of screaming for help. I told mum and she said it must have been trainings. So, I better not take the risk of telling dad. It'll just make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lending my DEAR DARLING BELOVED boyfriend to my brother. I know it sounds so wrong. Hello, its my laptop lah. It's too special to me. I'd marry it now if possible xD But I'm just so nice right to lend it to my ever-so-mean and irritaing assholic abang. Tsktsk. It's all because he asked in a nice way. I was asleep then he came shivering den he gently tapped on my shoulders which is so not my brother. For a moment, I thought it was my mum xD Abang will definitely shout my name and hit me. Told you, he's a meanie poke. So this time, he wasn't. Alaaaaah, want to angakat bodek lah. Okay, ooopppsssss. Mind that language lah eh. Okok, he wanted to AMPU me xD So, I flipped my blanket to see him, ok, yes, I was under my blanket, whole body. Eh, means I slept properly, the blanket was still over me, and not under my leg or someplace else xD Okok, so he asked a few questions in such a soft gentle tone (: So, for being nice, and he still is nice, I allowed him to use my boyfriend. He said only for a few hours, don't worry. Eh, hello, it's still MY one-and-only BOYFRIEND (: See, and he's sending Siti to school. When he's the one who's always screaming at me to send Siti to school. And my mother was asking me to hurry up then he said 'Nevermind, I can send her.' Dang, that's so nice of him. Go run to him and give him big hug and wet kisses. Ewww, no please. I'll just go say thank you and iloveyou xD I'm a nice and loving sister okaaaay. If I were to hug him, he'll think I'm suffering from some memory-disease. Hello, since when Ernie appreacites her brother. Hoho !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now I'm only left with the desktop in the study room cum daddy's office. He's working at hiem now cause he doesn't like office atmosphere. Cerewet eh. Ok, so I wouldn't get the freedom of using the computer. Oh WAIT ! I can use abang's desktop in his room. Oh yes, I need his password only. ABANG !!!!! PASSWORD !!!!! ok,I better hand my boyfriend over to abang. Later he lose patience. I got nice heart oso ok. And I'm not being selfish here, thinking of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he: iloveyou&lt;br /&gt;she: goanddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,story-telling time now. Guy wakes up already. Wooooohooo !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116286525662378779?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116286525662378779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116286525662378779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-got-strong-feeling-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116281012959866390</id><published>2006-11-06T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T18:48:50.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still sick. And my head is killing me. Its spinning like nobody's business. But I'm planning ot go for rock-climbing tomorrow. Gahh. I even had second thoughts of going for training today. But, duhh, daddy will definitely not allow. He thinks I'm sick also because of trainings. He thinks I've push myself too much. Gahh. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're sick and you can't sleep, you'll be totally bored. That you go and play lame games. Like story-telling. Hoho. At least, it makes you laugh even when it's not funny, rite ass? He started by saying 'Once upon a time, in a small island, there lived a boy' and I continued ' and he happened to be a very egoistic,heartless and selfish boy.' and we made up a story. And he said 'the boy wasn't single but he mingled' and so I said 'So, the girl told him off and he ran away.' and we were thinking of the same thing, so we laughed our ass out. Then he continued 'abeh, POOF ! He malu lah. aper lagi'. Hoho. It was like 4 hours ago since we started the story. Till now, it hasn't ended. Now the girl have disappeared and the guy got lost. The guy feels guilty but doesn't want to admit. Alaah, he wants a happy ending but I always make something turn wrong because I'm not believing in happy endings XD And the story is still on play now. It'll take forever to end lah eh. Unless he gives up, I know I won't be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is not helping at all. It's killing me too. I don't know what's wrong with it. But it hurts like I just got punched in my stomach. I shall hate abang for purposely punching me in the stomach with the intention to make it hurt more. TSK. Stupid him. Now, I'm hurting. Curse him when he returns from jalan raye. Tsktsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we met,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said we were the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know that we're different, we're different.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the times you promised me that,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything would work out in the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were gravely mistaken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TSKyou lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I'm happier with the state we're in now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank you for breaking those promises :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116281012959866390?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116281012959866390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116281012959866390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-still-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116273056514889437</id><published>2006-11-05T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T20:42:45.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm very sick. But I'm so bored I have to blog. I'm running a very high fever of 39.8 degrees tauu. Means I can't go training tomorrow): Unless, I  can cure overnight. Possible you know. Nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went M'sia for house-visiting. Went to some wedding then went Ustaz house. Journey from weddin to Ustaz house was not fun at all. Abang couln't stop pestering me for my phone. And I wanted desperately to sleep. But he was poking and hitting me. And asking me to play some horror movie on the dvd player. idiotic like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said 'you don't know what you're doing to your life now, do you?'. For a moment, I couldn't fcuking answer that. You pointed out I wasn't in the right state of mind. Damn ! You're the reason that I'm who I am now. You don't realize it? Maybe it's my turn now to point it all out. What you're doing is totally what a lost person would do. Such heartless and selfish behaviour. You couldn't even apologise. You didn't even show that you're sorry. And you expect me to see you as a respected person. Fcuk lah eh. You totally spoil my mood all the time. I don't freaking care if it's always about you. But at least, can you show a softer side of yourself and stop being so hard-headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm giving up on happy endings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The ones that are only in movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where the guy gets the girl and everybody's happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think that's the way it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116273056514889437?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116273056514889437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116273056514889437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-very-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116265865041237784</id><published>2006-11-05T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T00:44:10.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Let go, now and forever' . Those words are like on repeat in my head. Whatever. Tsk ! What Sunshine said did make sense. But, hey, stab me a thousand times but I still won't change my mind, I guess:\ It's this kind of people who enter and leave our life just like that -clicks fingers- . And waiting for them is like waiting ofr rain in the drought. So hopeless and dissapointing. Hoho! You make me feel like a freak right now. I'm like acting like a retard okay. So hell to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex marks the spot by Matchbook Romance and If I Fail by Cartel is like the two songs I've been singing since like just now. And these two songs are on repeat in my playlist XD I will promise to sing it to you if let's say I ever happen to feel like talking to you. You know who you are and please decipher the message lah eh. I'm not going to be very nice and lenient with you but you have to go independant now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's so weird, unique. I don't know. I'm not making sense. It's like midnight anyway. I shall go to sleep since tomorrow I'm going house-visiting at m'sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner, you're still shorter than me. Accept the fact. Don't worry, short guys are cute in the weird way okay. And being the tallest is not a perfect match for the shortest. I might as well die than date a boy shorter then me, please. So, please, don't make me hate you. Or make me jump down onto the MRT track (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, enjoy, baby :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;If I Fail - Cartel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go, "this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;"she said "does it ever get easier to live like this"&lt;br /&gt;and kiss the cheek&lt;br /&gt;for i can't kiss you anymore&lt;br /&gt;and i, i would honestly love you now,&lt;br /&gt;but i would lovingly let you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i have the hardest time resisting you&lt;br /&gt;and oh if you&lt;br /&gt;if you feel the same way then how can we be friends&lt;br /&gt;he's right you know&lt;br /&gt;we can't go on like this&lt;br /&gt;and oh i try to give you everything&lt;br /&gt;and if i fail well then i failed&lt;br /&gt;but at least i gave you something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could put my trust in giving up the heart&lt;br /&gt;it makes the difference&lt;br /&gt;and how can you afford to settle down&lt;br /&gt;when i, i would promise to love you now&lt;br /&gt;but i would lovingly let you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i have the hardest time resisting you&lt;br /&gt;and oh if you&lt;br /&gt;if you feel the same way then how can we be friends&lt;br /&gt;he's right you know, we can't go on like this&lt;br /&gt;and oh i try to give you everything&lt;br /&gt;and if i fail well then i failed&lt;br /&gt;but at least i gave you something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it's better than silence, give me one good reason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's better than silence (you know)&lt;br /&gt;give me one good reason (you know)&lt;br /&gt;to leave this in silence (you know)&lt;br /&gt;no you don't have a good reason (you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you feel the same way then how can we be friends&lt;br /&gt;he's right you know, we can't go on like this&lt;br /&gt;and oh i try to give you everything&lt;br /&gt;and if i fail well then i failed&lt;br /&gt;but at least i gave you something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's better than silence&lt;br /&gt;it's better than silence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116265865041237784?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116265865041237784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116265865041237784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-go-now-and-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116257618066117826</id><published>2006-11-04T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T01:49:40.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for Dahlia, I shall post. Hoho ! I forgot to mention about going to Limbang just now. Hilarious okay. Fetch Siti from school at 1:15 and send her home and then went out to go Limbang buy pen with Dahlia. It rained. So I brought along umbrella. We went Mcdonalds. Dahlia was happy, really, I could tell, that she saw her Jackass kann? Den she started giggling like mad and didn't allow me to go off and leave her because she's afraid her jackass might just appear with those people. Hoho ! So we went out of Macs after being certain that they weren't there anymore. And then we were just about to leave Limabgn when the rain got so super heavy lah. So we had no choice but to use the umbrella. Dahlia is disabled, she can't control her hand muscles. She can't even hold a umbrella properly. I don't even see the purpose of using an umbrella if she holds it. She was in her jersey and fbts. Hoho. Me, being in home clothes, stomped on every puddle we came across. Which in turn made her fbts wet and made her irritated. But i continued. And we stood at the traffic lights for so long all because we forgot to press the button -.-" And she made me send her all the way to the busstop just because she was afraid to bump into her Jackass. Jackass, if you're reading this, don't worry, she talks ALOT about you. Dahlia, satisfied? I've posted about RAIN !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like 1:47 am now. I have training tomorrow morning. And here I am still blogging. And I have to go house-visiting after training tomorrow.  Oh, I shall go to sleep sooon. Tomorrow abang's SJI friends are coming for jalan raya. Abang, SO? Sya, Yusof's coming tomorrow. How about that? My brother said 'Ernie, tomorrow my SJI friends coming, Yusof have you know.' and all I could give him was a 'SO? anyway,why Yusof follow? He only with you all till sec 2 what.' I mean, I didn't mean to be lah. So, what am I suppose to care about. Oh, Yusof, that friend of my brother, from Sports' School coming-.-" OKAY,abang(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been real ignorant. And I'm so not looking forward to later's morning train ride. or let's say after training train ride. I'm very afraid I'll bump into somebody I don't want to. Care to accompany me, anyone:&lt;br /&gt;Beauty sleep, I'm on my way, I promise. Just wait a minute or two alright, bed (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116257618066117826?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116257618066117826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116257618066117826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-dahlia-i-shall-post.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116254290468212830</id><published>2006-11-03T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:35:04.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my phone's ringing. hoho ! and here I am blogging. poor person, I'm so not picking calls for today. Unless I know who is calling. Cause only person who would call at this time is assholes. I'm trying to study here. And there you are trying to disturb me. I'm being a very obedient and hardworking girl. I'm deprived of school lessons now:\ I miss being in class, seeing Sya pay attention but not understanding a single thing. And me listening only at times and playing minessweeper at other times but understand more than Sya. I miss how they'll go out and make noise during CME and Ms.Khan will come out from S3 and start scolding us:D It's only how many days, and I'm already missing S2. it's just really guddamnit sad that I won't be going for class chalet. Sya, snap photos for me alright. Look on the brightside, there'll still be a next time(: And now, I'm on my bed with homeworks by my side. And the computer as distraction. I'm missing all those assesment Mr.Siow will force us to do. And threaten to give demerits if we don't do them. In the end, I'll end up writing only 2 sentences on my paper XD And I'm missing Mr.Keong's powerpoints too. those hilarious videos too. I shall practice algebra for the sake of him(: I cannot attend the extra maths classes because its only open to 25 pupils and yes, they'll want others who need it more than me to attend. PLEASE ! anybody care to switch places with me): I'm sorry, I'm really missing school days. Stying in class during recess and table-hopping disturbing people. And those two retards sitting in front of me. Pea-brain and Chicken-brain. I'm so watching that video after I blog(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You shut up, you pea-brain! ' . 'You then, chicken-brain !' . 'Chicken at least got brain. Pea only small dot. So stupid. ' . 'PEA GOT NUCLEAS OKAY !!! '  -____________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder I never get bored in class. And I'm always smiling or laughing. And Mr.Keong will always catch Sya and I laughing,usually at him. And I always catch him doing silly stuffs. Like saying alright 20 times in one minute. And doing unsightly things. HOHO ! Sya, I bet you miss those too. And catching Jane sleeping from our angle. And Melissa always with her mouth open wide. It's all this small things that you don't expect yourself to miss that you're dying to go through again. I miss being a bimbo with Bimbo No.1 and Bimbo No.3. I'm Bimbo No.2 :D Eunice, we shall go on Bimbo-date soooooonnn alright. and Juliet, date on a monday. We'll decide soooon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noisy neighbour lah ! drilling like everyday tauu. it's like everyday since months ago they make so much noise. and it's so irritaing. lucky now after exams, still, I still need to study. TSK. I don't know why, but it seems like some people can really be very ignorant. How can you not feel guilty when your assumptions and accusations have led you into a mess right now. You just need to say some apologies and everybody will be willing to help you and put you into the right state of mind. It's not like we won't forgive you. I will at least. Infact, you're forgiven. But all I want is the certainty that you've learn from your mistakes. I don't want to hear your promises. I don't believe in YOUR promises anymore. They seem like lies. But I still do trust you. It's just that it's not that same anymore. I'm not as confident as I was in you. Now, its whether you want to gain that trust back or just lose more. You're not even showing that you want trust and that you're sorry for whatever has happen. It's down right dissapointing you know. But I don't want to let your fcuking attitude to be the one that spoil my day. Cuase I'm sure there's more to life than this lah. Happiness is all i want to think of right now. Joy and laughters. Not your craps and bullshits and lies and everything else that you're planning to do to bring me down. I'm sure that I'm stornger now. Every letdown makes me a stronger person. Nothing you do can upset me now. I don't want all this conflicts between we threesome to cause friendships to break. I'm happy I've got friends like you and Pocoyo. But I wouldn't mind stepping aside just to see you and Pocoyo's friendship like before. You two were one of the bestest friends ever. And yes please, I thought nothign could break it. Till now, and it's all just because of a small thing. Please, do something about it. Pocoyo's willing ot forgive you. But he just need to hear the 'sorry' from you. Friends ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lie, you lie, you lie, you lie.&lt;br /&gt;You lie through your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;You won't let me down,&lt;br /&gt;You lie, I deserve better than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116254290468212830?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116254290468212830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116254290468212830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-phones-ringing.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116248628991466162</id><published>2006-11-03T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T00:51:29.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>adik Siti and adik Ernie irritating adiks kankan. Ernie and Siti join forces to irritate others. Abis kakak Olin epak Siti and abang Elfie sepak Ernie. hahaha. itu lah kisah yang selalu tarhappen di dalam keluarga Effendi. sungguh weird but unique. kakak Olin the mulut beleteh 24/7 and adik Siti the one who cakap all hits all day. and Ernie and abang Elfie the two pairs who non-stop kacau each other.&lt;br /&gt;'Olin nag only, later in the end, she's the one who won't sleep at all'&lt;br /&gt;Hoho !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had training. it was only for 2 hrs. so wasn't as tough as previous. and we were like sprinting around the canal for warm-up. damn fast can. hoho ! after training, mummy pick up at Jurong East. went fetch dddy at airport. Mummy says ' baru ambil ernie dari training deir tadi.' daddy goes 'abeh maner dier tukar into baju kurung?' mummy goes 'ouh.kat dalalm kerete lah' daddy goes 'MASYAALLAH !!! ' . hoho ! cute lah eh. went jalan raya, met Nisa. I simply love kids who talk indonesian languag. its guddamnit adorable. and her cheeks are the best. as great as Amal's. hoho ! car ride home form Tuk Abbas house was hilarious. who sleep first, win. abang wants to win and he did sleep first -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you're not like your bestfriend. people like your bestfriend don't deserve sympathy and shouldn't be given leniency. cause it'll just be taken advantage of. please, do forgive your bestfriend though. don't let this break your friendship. it was so far one of the strongest friendship i've known really. gay-boys(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116248628991466162?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116248628991466162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116248628991466162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/adik-siti-and-adik-ernie-irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116239650619477515</id><published>2006-11-01T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:55:06.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd post of the day.and in one hour i post twice. fantastic lah eh.  i just need distractions before i go bonkers. and my mind explode into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU, I swear I do, I PROMISE you I hate you, asshole.  I just so hate you because you suck to the core. And I want to tell you something; I really hate you, I promise. you suck suck suck. and you're just a letdown, baby. GO AWAY !  go away, please. if not for me at least for your own good, GO AWAY ! Seeing you just kills me on the inside, I promise. I used to see you as oh-so-strong person. now,you're the oh-such-a-coward guy already. and I shall be the strong one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEUGH :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116239650619477515?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116239650619477515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116239650619477515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/2nd-post-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116239458265751499</id><published>2006-11-01T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:23:02.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate you. yes,i really do. i promise i hate you. i fcuking hate you. you spoil my whole day which i was looking forward to. it was all beacuse of you, and only you that i'm moody. i can't share with anybody except sunshine. but she was down, i didnt want to worsen her state. i really swear i hate you. like really really hate you ok. and now its all because of you i'm gonna shed tears. gahh. who the hell do you think you are, going around doing that. it's really heartbreaking. and yes, u know i'm dissapointed, but u don't give a damn. heartless creature. i guess you just have fun stabbing people. you're such a letdown. i knew that all along. it was just how far you could go. you've gone too far, my dear. can't you just pay for your mistakes. you deserve what you deserve. don't start blaming others. and don't even blame the innocent ones. cause it really won't make sense. it's just how effing ignorant you are. 'how many promises have you broke so far?' and you dared to say 'more than expected.almost all of the ones i made to you' and it wasn't even sarcastic. man, i really felt like killing you right at that moment. and almost every single thing i saw reminded me of you. from those gay-boys to those inspirational and crappy phrases of yours to those monkey business of yours. but,you're just out there to dissapoint me,why the hell should i care now. you egoistic, heartless, selfish person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went jalan raya with primary school friends. they're so hilarious. and yes, at least i had them right then to brighten my day. and i'm guddamn sorry lah eh.if i was like so un-sociable. i was moody lah eh. and it has got nothing to do with anyone of you(:and please, people wearing same colours don't mean a single thing. ok taufiq? and dahlia, how ironic eh. and yes,darling, please, learn from your mistakes. i wouldnt want what happened to me to happen to you ok dear. and we went to a total of 7 or 8 houses. hoho. banyak jugak eh. and its funny how the ones you expected to change the most didnt change a bit. and the one you thought didnt really changed, changed alot. i was shocked myself. oh wells, expect the unexpected. i'm looking ofrward to the next one(: i promise if iever go, i will try my best to be more sociable. and not let anybody or anything spoil my mood:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMRAN ! partner ku(: 24th dahlia cannot make it for our outing lah): we must change date already lah. and mister, my Puma collection is most valuable thing ot me okok. don't even think of stealing it. i shall wear my Puma watch, Puma bag and Puma shoe when i meet you ok. make you jealous like really jealous(: and if not because of you, i would have go jump onto the Mrt track due to the irritance of dahlia. haha. i love yah lah. its weird and amusing how you can click so well to me yah. when in the first place, i noe you through dahlia. but you're closer to me than her. kept me wondering tau tau. whatever it is, you'll be MY partner now and forever(: once partners forever partners. even when u go for ns next april isit? promise each other ok. partners forever:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116239458265751499?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116239458265751499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116239458265751499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116213231358714389</id><published>2006-10-29T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:37:59.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daddy's been having bad tempers these days.i just asked if i could go for training as there was a match and had to miss the jalan raya with nenek and cousins and anuties.and he screamed at me.man,i was like 'okok.i asked only.never mind,i won't go'.and he starts talking about being bad childrens without any reasons.and just a bit of bad news and he makes as if someone you killed someone.damn,i hate it.but,there's nothing i can do now.besides facing the music.tsk.spoil hari raya mood only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari raya has been tiring lah eh.one day can go up to 9 houses.wonderful rite.but we never touch and go one okayXD we go there,eat,talk,laugh,crap and alot more then go home.you know lah what i mean by touch and go.i've been meeting lots of furry cats.ok lah,but not a single squirrel.tell me,who keep squirrels as pets?so ridiculous.only people like me would keep squirrels as pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learned.guys will always be guys.and guys are such fakers(: and there's this particular group of them who just love to break promises.not a man of their words,i say.and it's so dissapointing to see such a behaviour from such a person.its no use talking about it.its not like i can turn back time.and its not like they will listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my abang is such an idiot,i promise.he just cannot live not disturbing me.serious.he admits.he says 'i must disturb u lah,if not i will fall asleep'.just because i'm such a nice and kind person XD,he takes advantage of it.bahaha.he agrees.and he says i wait for his irritance to come.like i know he will do it,but i wait for it and not avoid it.please,its because i trust you lah eh.i trust you not to do it again.haha.told you im nice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i can go for training tomorrow.well,mummy allows.and there's no reaason for daddy to not allow.if he doesn't, i shall insist.and i don't care.cause he seriously have no reason to not allow.and now,abang's still not home yet.he is so dead.actually,not.he can come home as late as midnight.that's unfair.oh wells,i'm happy with the freedom i get now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes,i LOVE being hte age i am now.thirteen.im thirteen.and i admit im thirteen.im still a young and innocent child.and i do not dress to impress.or make myself look as old as 20.man,that's like commiting-suicide to me lah eh.i so dont want to look old.as in old 'OLD'.and please,i look the same wearing my uniform and when im out.like i do not try to look different from what i am.rite Juliet?haha.i was being so overreacting when i saw that person photo.she's only sec 1 this year.and she looks as old as 2o.man,that's really ridiculous.pity her,girl,enjoy your young years,dress like a kid.dont wait till you grow old,then try to look liek some kiddo.thats gonna be horrible and unsightly.HAHA.and please,enjoy ur childhood while u still can.or u'll be deprived of childhood when you grow old(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;From the way that you acted to the way that I felt it. It wasn't worth my time and now it's sad, cause all I missed wasn't that good to begin with. And now that I've started you begging saying things that you don't mean, it isn't worth my time. A line's a dime a million times and I'm about to see all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116213231358714389?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116213231358714389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116213231358714389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/daddys-been-having-bad-tempers-these.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116196003857091507</id><published>2006-10-27T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T22:40:38.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>S2 '05'06 I LOVE YOU,forever and ever,babes !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years pass that fast.but we manage to have some memories together.we're united as one.now and forever.i loved how we used to be so energetic and enthu during lessons but when it comes to homeworks,nobody does them.we do that to all teachers except Ms.Chan:D how we used to actually copy each other's work early morning.or come early and start gossiping.and i'll definitely miss all those random birthday songs we sing to teachers before greeting them.even when it wasn't their birthday.and that lizard prank we did on the teachers.but only manage a successful one for Mr.Keong.those outings when our instructor never failedto get stressed because we'll ignore them.they talk,we'll go shouting,bombing,cheering,cam-whoring but not listening.i'll miss everyone of them.those creative teachers day present.and those days where we beg for gotcha awards and honour stamps.how we never fail to hand in assignments and forms late,how we irritate teachers but make them laugh,how we used to fight for sweets from Ms.Yeo.all those days were one of the best days of my life.after exams,we'll play Uno,Stress!,and i will miss MURDERER most.like my raise-one-eye-brow look can confuse you people.and Celestine's puppy sound(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss Syafiqah.MY Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;you were always there for me.never failed to cheer me up.no matter how lame i can get,you never fail to smile or laugh.those train rides we had.and those dates we had.its all beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;that "WOMAN !" shout is never forgotten.each time i pass that lane,i'll remember you, babe ! it's like every single time i was down for any particular reason,i always had a shoulder to lean on.even when you were down yourself,you never failed to brighten my day.somehow,i can never forget how we even had the guts to go esplanade in such an inappropriate attire;big shirt and shortsXD and even went to the rooftop,made a complete idiot of ourself,went to the ground floor,saw ur senior which made you hide behind me.and remember those mats they were like saying so loudly in front of us "eh,ikan besar lah" and pointing to us.and even tried snapping our photo from some stupid angle which i can see.and i wonder how we actually ate at haigen-daaz in THAT attire.and u were so frigging dirty-minded please.and we bumped into my friend.and got totally embarrassed of ourselves.i think we weren't at the right state of mind.haha.that was somehow the BEST date i ever had.going to a different class shouldn't be something which make us apart alright.once a Juliet,always a Juliet:D Will you still love me in the morning? FOREVER and EVER,babe(: and i'll miss how i'll enter the class with a usual SUPER WIDE smile.and then you'll be giving me the cheeky smile knowing i have something to tell you.it's like we always had someting to say.always,either your hero,my superhero,my stalker or some other person we meet in the train.others may find it lame,but well,no matter how lame it may be,we'll be as interested as ever.and i really admire how you actually try very hard to control the class.and yes,we sometimes maybe such monkeys and irritants,but you never ever gave up.your high spirits was like the best thing in you.i'll miss our singing sessions.how we irritate Isabel with singing Mr.Brightside.nad telling Michellinna to stop singing when in the end we'll be singing.and i'll miss being a BIMBO with you and Eunice.and i'll miss talking to myself.and yes,i know you'll miss talking ot yourself too.i'll still be here to lend a listening ear,i promise.and i tell you something,you know all those advices i've been telling you whenever you're down,somehow it was from you i learnt them.my 2 years with you was very meaningful.i've changed alot.i've learn to think more maturely.more positively.you really made a difference in my life.nothing can replace what you did for me,i promise(:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU SYAFIQAH,my dear Juliet and Bimbo:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt have the mood to blog yesterday.i dont want to talk about it.i hate Octobers.they're full of heartbreaks.its just the challenges in life each individual have to go through.and so i had training yesterday.after so looongg.and serously,i thought the run was like so short.15 rounds only please.and i sprinted the first 3 or 4 rounds sumore.but the medicine ball was horrible.i really need to build up my hand muscles.my hands still shivering now if i exert froce.haha.Candice,im not a freak(:and i slept early.i slept at 11 okayy.its early for me lah eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i did nothing much.besides crap a whole lot of shit with Olin.we see people's profile on friendster and start laughing and crapping.some people are just so farnie.stupid poses and photos.HAHAHA.and those testimonial.huhu.okay,my battery is running low.ok,goodbyes people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU PEOPLE ! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116196003857091507?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116196003857091507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116196003857091507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/s2-0506-i-love-youforever-and.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116178537418613233</id><published>2006-10-25T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T22:09:34.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd post of the day.it just proves how darn bored i am.oh,hell yeah,im bored.nobody interesting is online.i can't call anybody.damn.ouh.and the tv is of no help too.so im left with internet.hahh.blog luhh.wad else.and i've beedn eating like a pig.actually not lah.i have been eating lesser than before actually.too used to fasting lah eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this world,there's different kinds of people.some are the ones that work hard and give in extra effort in everything.some are the ones who give just enough,just right,don't bother to give extra,risky life.and then,there's the one who don't even try,put no meaning to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can't balme others when you fail.look back,see your mistakes.and just stop blaming others but yourself.its your mistake afterall.its you who's going to suffer from the hurt and pain of your mistake.its not anybody else.blaming other won't help a single bit.what's worse is you balme others and think you didn't do any harm.it's your life afterall,it's you who controls it.not others who is gooing through your life.so live with it,your challenges,you face it.don't pass the baton because no matter who or how you pass it,you will still be the one who will be either celebrating or suffering from the outcome.right?right.&lt;br /&gt;well,just give it a thuoght or two lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells,Good Luck people in whatevr thing u doing lah eh(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116178537418613233?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116178537418613233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116178537418613233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/3rd-post-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116177257691271633</id><published>2006-10-25T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:36:16.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PHOTO,baby:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7479/2708/1600/PA250109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7479/2708/320/PA250109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the threesome-BIMBOs(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7479/2708/1600/PA250036.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7479/2708/320/PA250036.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not THAT short.and SuJean's not THAT tall.can't you see I'm bending low(: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7479/2708/1600/JULIETS%20!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="255" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7479/2708/320/JULIETS%20%21.jpg" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my JULIET.we're LOOK-ALIKEs(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7479/2708/1600/PA250047.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7479/2708/320/PA250047.1.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7479/2708/1600/PA250038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7479/2708/320/PA250038.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa's DIMPLES:D and Trina's crescent-moon smile:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7479/2708/1600/PA250093.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7479/2708/1600/PA250093.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7479/2708/320/PA250093.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noisy &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bimbo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tic Losers XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger is so slow.i'm darn lazy to upload already:\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116177257691271633?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116177257691271633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116177257691271633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/photobabyd-threesome-bimbos-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116176787044005392</id><published>2006-10-25T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T17:17:50.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love my class SUPER DUPER alot.&lt;br /&gt;take your love multiply it by infinity,it's not even equals to my love for my class.its beyond description.those bimbo days with my bimbo.those talk-cock days with them all.those slack days.those sleep-in-class days.those pranks.and now the mark of the end.those card-games days.i shall upload the photos.ohoh.MELISSA's DIMPLES.i'm the paparazzi,she's the dimple-star(: those crap videos.oh,man,i love them lah. i promise i will come for class chalet okok.PROMISE arh.and i hate Sya lah.u meanie poke.how can u purposely make it on my birthday.BULLY !nvm,i shall get back on youXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to like A'maths.hoho.partner,learn from me.LOVE maths.be maths bestfriend(: but i want take POA lah can.why don't they offer POA in my school.one of the disadvantage lah.tsk.Mr.Keong,worry not,we WILL miss you.u were the ONLY one who got freaked out by the fake lizards.haha.i love that time.class memories once again.Mr.Keong,we will help you accomplish your mission,we will work hard for it:Dno matter how bad teachers are,you just find them so nice.but well,it's the nature of students to bully teachers.that's how we pupils bond lah eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner is so old lah.soon to be 18 yr old.hoho.Mr.OLD(: i'm still Ms.YOUNG(:you deprived of childhood lah.watch those lame cartoons.Winx club oso watch.power ranger excusable lah.but that,haha,really proves you're deprived of chilhoodXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing much to say already somehow.besides &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I LOVE 2S2 '06 !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116176787044005392?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116176787044005392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116176787044005392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-my-class-super-duper-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116170459995203066</id><published>2006-10-24T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:43:20.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Selamat Hari Raya people(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was like any other first-day-of-raya day.i cant be bohtered by the collection.serious.but its the excitement of the house-visiting that really make me look forward to raya-ing.Good Luck Alyssa for tomorrow(: Aliffi has nice right dimples.yet another one-sided dimple person,still,nice lah eh. managed to watch 'Ganyut-tak tentu pasal-' during car journeys. though we had to pause and play everytime.still,watching vcd in the car was nice lah. and i promise you, i laughed alot today. and i smiled to ALOT of people.actually,i smiled to everyone.and gladly,only 4 didnt smile back(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people just think that promises are meant to be broken. i should have known you never keep your promises. ur promises,they seem like lies. u promised,i went "oh,YEY",high hopes. then,u break the promise, pretend you didn't even promise,ignore the fact that i'm dissapointed,and go lala-ing away happily. it just make me wonder how you have been living all these time. promises mean alot,and oncec u break a promise,u lose trust,not only once,but for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you sacrifice anyhting ofr the one you love?obviously.and you give your heart and soul just to keep this loved one standing.but somehow,its not appreciated.u offer help to make things right but in return,ur loved one just happily ignore you and do as he wants and makes things worse. which leaves you to help again and makes things right over again.you just can't bear to see ur loved one in pain.u go through pain and hurt,everythign and anything but ur loved one can't even say a mere "thank you" or at least show it.but instead, make as if you were a disturbance. and you let urself be blamed,be insulted,be look down upon,be hated just for the sake of ur loved one.and what u get in return is "why should i even care.its not like as if i asked for help".man,that's fcukingly irritating.i feel like i should just leave you alone,let u suffer alone,lead my own happy life and not destroy it with ur presence.but seeing you suffer makes me suffer. it leaves me with no choice but to guide you through though my efforts won't be appreciated. it all proves that you're just another heartbreak who is worse than heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my days of happiness shan't be spoilt all beause of some bastard. Ernie's happiness is unbeatable(: nothing can overcome my happiness. i'm wishing on a bright shining star that i'll see Superhero tomorrow.as in in the same train.and not from the corridor. at least we can exchange smiles:D and remind me,i need to bring my thermometer.and newspaper for school tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116170459995203066?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116170459995203066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116170459995203066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/selamat-hari-raya-people-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116153636463257081</id><published>2006-10-23T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:59:25.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And this turns out to be my hundredth post. Oh, how amazing it is-.-" I seriously do not see any reason why i should get excited here. This is just another typical lame crappy meaningless post. So, yeah, hell to the '100th post' thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've submitted my subjet combinations choices. And I'm still not confident. And I'm very fearful of the outcome of my choices. Like, I really do not know whether those were right choices and all. But, thanks banget Syafiqah. Juliet ku. Without you, I reckon I'll still be staring at my tablet's screen wondering if I have made any mistakes in my choices and will still be changing my choices here and there. Short, I;m such a fickle-minded person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner got a deferment. Or whatever it's called. What i know is; he won't have to leave for NS so soon. Yey for Imran ! That means we can have BangBangBOOM sessions now that you do not have to leave so soon(: And it's said that he jumped over Pulau Tekong. Hoho. Nice jump, kiddo. Jupiter's nicer though. Should give it a try someday you know:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched HEART. I watched it altogether 4 times already(: I'm sorry, it's tempting and addcitive. It does have a moral to the story. And I simply love the ending. I'm on Rachel's side anyway for your information. Bestfriend and Lover. Which would you choose? I wouldn't want to be in Farel shoes. It's freaky and at the same time confusing. A dilemma:&lt;br /&gt;Read 3 books during the weekends(: And, I promise, I've learned a thing or two from those books. This time, I picked the right books with great content in them. And yes,there's lots of life stories to learn from them. Somehow, it made me realize some things. And yeah,i admit, reading them did make me think. Of what, how and what im doings thing this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just something i like to share. The world's like a giant doughnut. If we had the power to see across all of time and all of space and everything that has ever happened or will ever happen to us; We would just end up looking around the entire doughnut and back at ourselves, at the back of our heads. Which makes sense, if you think about it. No matter what happens, we'll never be able to runaway from ourselves. You runaway and end up stopping right back at where you started.It's no use cause it'll just jump to the same conclusion and bring you back to square one. Life's easy. Live in reality. Fantasy's alright. But too much of anything is no good. And your life will never be complete without problems. Problems are just parts of the ups and downs of life. There's no life without challenges. Its these challenges you are faced with that makes you what you are, good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a nice paragraph. I was just thinking of it you see. And this advice of my own was one of which i thought of today and ket me thinking till now. Oh man, I'm freaking myself out:\ Excuse me, it's just my random thoughts. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause in his life he is filled with all these&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good intentions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's left a lot of things he'd rather not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mention right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But just before he says goodnight, he looks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Up with a little smile at me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week have been real bad.and yes,results was not a thing ot look forward to.it was a let down.yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed all except for history.im not taking history next year.and i've finalise my subject combination.pure chem,pure physics,ss+geography,pure literature,additional maths,english,malay,e maths.8 sucjects.just as planned.oh wells,i havent told dad.but if i get in,iVideo,here i come:Dthats the only thing to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haze have been such a bitch.im sorry,haze-.-all because of haze,we didnt have training on monday and today.irritating kann.yes lah.and its like playing games with us.it was perfectly fine on wednesday.and today.rise till over 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but classmates have been great.i love bimbo.i really do.though she smacks my butt so hard and hug me so tight,that it hurts.and she naver fails to hug me and butt-smack me everyday without fail.i love her to bits.im gonna miss her.im gonna miss them all.and Stress games have been exciting.me n valerie,sya and stephanie.took forever,in the end,i lost:D murderer was much better.16 people playing wink murdere.imagine.how cool.&lt;br /&gt;Note to you:I'm such a fake-r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes,its strange how things can change and you don't notice them until its too late.its unfair at times.its like,everybody around you knows,but you're like the 'katak bawah tempurung'.you don't know a single thing thats happening.and everybody pretends you know.but you're just caught in between like a fool.and all you can do is pretend to know.fyi,im not good at pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worte a poem for assignment.and got into poetry mood.don't ever ask why or how.and os i wrote like 4 other poems.hohs.i was totally not in the mood to crap or go laughing and smiling for no reason.i felt damn crappy.and that what i always do.occupy myself to distract from thiking of other things i don't want to think of.which eventually i have to think of.what crap.thats L-I-F-E i guess.like sya says,life's a pleasant journey(:it all jumps to how you want to take things.think positive.there's a reason behind everything that happens(: its just how you find it and how much you want to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i shall just remain as the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPIEST KID ON EARTH !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:DD i love that((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116127014003253697?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116127014003253697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116127014003253697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-week-have-been-real-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116108507962581924</id><published>2006-10-17T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:37:59.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;short and sweet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TODAY SUCK BIG TIME.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was like some crap-shit hole day:\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can just go frown and cry myelf to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;today,im not the &lt;s&gt;HAPPIEST KID ON EARTH.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but neither am i the Saddest.&lt;br /&gt;im just a bit unhappy.FULLSTOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont disturb me.&lt;br /&gt;dont bug me.&lt;br /&gt;coz i'll piss you off.&lt;br /&gt;shut up(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116108507962581924?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116108507962581924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116108507962581924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/short-and-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116101426123090886</id><published>2006-10-16T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:57:41.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i spent the weekends doing nothing but cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;i scrubbed the kitchen and all luhh.&lt;br /&gt;tell me im a very hardworking girlXD&lt;br /&gt;and man,raya is so like soon.&lt;br /&gt;im like really not even in the festive season mood.&lt;br /&gt;i swear it felt like raya is next 2 mths.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so today.&lt;br /&gt;yes,i met Superhero:D&lt;br /&gt;but sadly,i oni see him from the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;he was walking to his school.&lt;br /&gt;and i reached my school alr.&lt;br /&gt;and so i waited outside at the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;since it was assembly in class.&lt;br /&gt;and i knew he would be there.&lt;br /&gt;cause he wasnt in the train same as me.&lt;br /&gt;so it had to be later.he's never early.&lt;br /&gt;and yes,i saw him.&lt;br /&gt;he was walking with a boy and a girl.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.the boy.think of the boy not the girl.&lt;br /&gt;and sya thought i was talking about this couple.&lt;br /&gt;and she kept going "oh,the one with the girl?"&lt;br /&gt;and i was like "no,got guy lah.with the guy.dont talk abt the girl"&lt;br /&gt;and she goes "where got guy.oni got 2 person wad"&lt;br /&gt;-__________-"&lt;br /&gt;she waslooking at the wrong group of students.&lt;br /&gt;and so she missed superhero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she didnt get to see &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt; hero too.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells,not your day lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw Wak Tanjong boyXD&lt;br /&gt;he thinks im retarded i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i was just trying to look more presentable in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;i was like standing in a very unsightly manner.&lt;br /&gt;so i saw him,straight away stand straight.&lt;br /&gt;so he looked walked.and den turned again and glared at me.&lt;br /&gt;so i didnt noe what to do so i smiled lah.&lt;br /&gt;and he just smirked and turn away.&lt;br /&gt;please,i was trying to be friedly lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went lot 1 with dahlia.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.we met &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of al-junied kids.&lt;br /&gt;sya &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUST &lt;/span&gt;be jealous.not your day lah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just cheeky okay.&lt;br /&gt;im not whatever u think i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hoho.i think those sec 1 boys are lame.&lt;br /&gt;hello,i just admire his melting smile lah.&lt;br /&gt;and you ask if im fat?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;it so doesnt have a link ok.&lt;br /&gt;being fat and liking Yusof's smile.no link really.&lt;br /&gt;hello,is admiring your bestfriend's smile wrong?&lt;br /&gt;no right,my problem lah.&lt;br /&gt;and at least Yusof knows i like his smile:P&lt;br /&gt;and duhh,you're fatter.no.&lt;br /&gt;you're fat.and im &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what exactly is ur definition of fat.&lt;br /&gt;reflection of yourelf lah.aiyoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Partner's leaving for NS):&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he'll be 20 and i'll be 16.&lt;br /&gt;by the time he's done.&lt;br /&gt;that's long lah okay.&lt;br /&gt;he'll be like those sports schol kids.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.that's scary.im glad im a girl:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;once Partners,ALWAYS Partners(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i promise i wont forget our &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BangBangBOOMs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told ya you're oldXD bahaha.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.sorry:\and yes,i know i've been an irritant.&lt;br /&gt;but hey,thats my job lah.&lt;br /&gt;being irritaing and you being so nice.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HOHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes,i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; have a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Partners,now and forever:D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hey Imran,BYE PARTNER(: !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;But now please cover these keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because I am putting shame to porcelain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can’t just breathe now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cause I’m loosing the battle between thick and thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So many nouns and so many hateful things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You directed to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;These lines are from you in case you forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Because I already know you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116101426123090886?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116101426123090886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116101426123090886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-spent-weekends-doing-nothing-but.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116074451678538187</id><published>2006-10-13T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:01:57.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate blogger:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i typed one &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHOLE LONG NICE INTERESTING&lt;/span&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;and it got deleted.&lt;br /&gt;irritating kann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so anywayy.&lt;br /&gt;abang tore his boxers.&lt;br /&gt;ok.i shant say more.&lt;br /&gt;still,it was one of his nice ones.&lt;br /&gt;and it tore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAT-ASS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we had crime talk,skin care talk and eye care talk.&lt;br /&gt;and we had inter-house games.&lt;br /&gt;i was enthu to play &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;POWEBALL&lt;/span&gt;,i promise i was.&lt;br /&gt;i was goalie.and all four of my cones didnt get knock down.&lt;br /&gt;say "good ernie,good job.well done."&lt;br /&gt;and i swear i payed attention during all the talks.&lt;br /&gt;including hte OBS briefing.&lt;br /&gt;and i talked with Sya abt interesting peopleXD&lt;br /&gt;and so i got bored here and there.&lt;br /&gt;my shoes been my victim of doodles.&lt;br /&gt;and yes,the crime-talk post-it have been the source of my lame craps.&lt;br /&gt;space shuttle,Hey Juliet-.-"&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to SyaJuliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TESSA HAS A BISEXUAL BOY-FRIEND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.and people love my specs.thank you:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today we had cultural thing that one.&lt;br /&gt;the Opera people were &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;POWER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like stunts,jump high,splits,hops,swings,rolls,twirls. etc.&lt;br /&gt;damn good lah.hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today's silent reading was extra-extra long.&lt;br /&gt;and i swear i fell asleep halfway.&lt;br /&gt;how could i not lah.&lt;br /&gt;read book under the sun for more than 30 minits.&lt;br /&gt;and we had A' Maths bridging course today(:&lt;br /&gt;A' Maths is fun-.-"&lt;br /&gt;its so complicated luhh.but fun lah.hoho.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice is my bimbo and she is a noisy loser(:&lt;br /&gt;oh,Drugs are cool man.&lt;br /&gt;like really,hoho.im sorry.not cool cool.&lt;br /&gt;but cool as in weirdly interesting.oh,whatever.&lt;br /&gt;watched Brinf It On 3.&lt;br /&gt;nice lah.Melissa damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past two days trains rides with Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.i couldnt help but to smile all the way.&lt;br /&gt;serious(: oh wells,&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SMILE:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop staring lah,dont want reply my smiles alr.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TSK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Stalker is lucky im slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;and Sya,thank you(:&lt;br /&gt;congrats,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UR HEAD&lt;/span&gt; lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and Forever Seems Like Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;just mean those words u sayy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;its all that matter now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116074451678538187?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116074451678538187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116074451678538187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-bloggerx-i-typed-one-whole-long.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116056923392961886</id><published>2006-10-11T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:20:34.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TRAIN RIDES&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.i so cannot wait for tomorrow caaannnXD&lt;br /&gt;tmr got school.&lt;br /&gt;means got train ride(:&lt;br /&gt;and tmr going out with Siti and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Siti's as excited:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i go cut hair:Sya,i think i look worse:D&lt;br /&gt;jno worries,babe.&lt;br /&gt;we look as bad as each other.&lt;br /&gt;but no,i will not go to the extent of wearig tudung.&lt;br /&gt;just to hide my hear.tsk.&lt;br /&gt;aper plak niat pakai tudung kerana rambut yang pendek.&lt;br /&gt;ish.ish.ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think Abang and Mum damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;Mum said "my food rite,later at night,got this somebody will eat all the prawns.den tomorrow when want to eat rite no more prawns"&lt;br /&gt;and Abang went "no lah.i think rite that somebody will eat everything.den left abit oni for tomorrow.till not enough"&lt;br /&gt;and while they were talking abt that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOMEBODY&lt;/span&gt;(which is Abang)&lt;br /&gt;I was like glaring at them both.&lt;br /&gt;how adorable luhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's cuter.&lt;br /&gt;partner,learn from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;he forgot all his maths formulas.&lt;br /&gt;coz i guess he didnt like maths.&lt;br /&gt;so he called from overseas.&lt;br /&gt;like a few times asking abt formulas and maths stuff.&lt;br /&gt;he asked "volume of pipe"&lt;br /&gt;den he mixed up circumference and area.&lt;br /&gt;den he asked abt tengent and co-tengent.&lt;br /&gt;damn adorable i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;my old man forgot his maths formulas.&lt;br /&gt;and whats worse.he said.&lt;br /&gt;all his workers there also didnt noe.&lt;br /&gt;he asked them to calculate.&lt;br /&gt;then he wanted to check his answers with them.&lt;br /&gt;and it turned out they were all loking at each other's paper.&lt;br /&gt;to see if anybody noes the formula.&lt;br /&gt;so he has no choice but to call home.&lt;br /&gt;and ask his genius daughters and son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOHO.&lt;/span&gt;my dad is the cutest thing on earth(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Coach Carter &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is like the 5th.no 6th time im watching it.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.thrice on dvd.another thrice on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;its just so nice.&lt;br /&gt;andand.im so gonna borrow the cd from bibik(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my Spastic Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;he's so full of crap:D&lt;br /&gt;yet another lame person.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait for you to be ok(:&lt;br /&gt;i want do that thing we always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;TALK CRAP ALL DAYXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well Romeo and Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sampson and Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Baby you can bet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They were burnin' with desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I say split&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then I know that I'd be lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116056923392961886?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116056923392961886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116056923392961886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/train-rides3-hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116049300924169002</id><published>2006-10-10T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T23:10:09.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; bad flu.&lt;br /&gt;and when i say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; bad,i mean &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VVVVVEEEERRRRYYYY&lt;/span&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i overdosed on panadols.&lt;br /&gt;i took 4 panadols cold relief.&lt;br /&gt;in 2 hours:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was crap.&lt;br /&gt;no school):&lt;br /&gt;no morning train ride):&lt;br /&gt;no craps with classmates):&lt;br /&gt;didnt go out):&lt;br /&gt;had to layan Siti at home):&lt;br /&gt;very bad flu):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;what's worse.&lt;br /&gt;Partner doesnt want to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;hmpf.whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but,look on the brightside.&lt;br /&gt;i managed to talk to Iskandar.&lt;br /&gt;my Spastic Bastard(:&lt;br /&gt;he was so nice.&lt;br /&gt;he'll be ok in another 1 week:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YAY-ness.&lt;/span&gt;i'll get my bestfriend back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Ass is so nice i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;he knows im sick.&lt;br /&gt;so he took advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;he laughed at me):&lt;br /&gt;and he kept talking abt being healthy.&lt;br /&gt;im not talking to you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;regret lah.pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today.&lt;br /&gt;i've sneezed up to 67 times.&lt;br /&gt;and now 68.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.thats how bad my flu is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;flatter yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116049300924169002?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116049300924169002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116049300924169002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-very-bad-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116040569193992319</id><published>2006-10-09T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:54:52.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOOOOYAAA!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad 'Imran Bin Jamil Bin Jummin Bin Surat.&lt;br /&gt;he's my everything-partner.&lt;br /&gt;he's Unique Kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;he's White Ranger.&lt;br /&gt;he's very crappy and lame.&lt;br /&gt;he never fails to make me laugh and cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;one more, he is slow:&lt;br /&gt;and he just made me cry tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote him a very nice testi last night.&lt;br /&gt;which he read this morning.&lt;br /&gt;and i said he have&lt;br /&gt;"R-E-D-R-O-S-I-D.....N-O-I-T-C-A-E-R.....W-O-L-S"&lt;br /&gt;and he went BLUR.&lt;br /&gt;he couldnt decipher what it was.&lt;br /&gt;until  10 mins ago.&lt;br /&gt;when i had to tell him what it was.&lt;br /&gt;and it was on his msn nick&lt;br /&gt;"what is R-E-D-R-O-S-I-D-N-O-I-T-C-A-E-R-W-O-L-S"&lt;br /&gt;i find it so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;how slow and blur can he get.&lt;br /&gt;so much for being EIGHTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;yes,EIGHTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyysss,if u're as slow:its "Slow Reaction Disorder"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,that makes him UNIQUE.&lt;br /&gt;and he threatens me.&lt;br /&gt;that he'll shower me with honey.&lt;br /&gt;tie me upside down on a tree.&lt;br /&gt;which is full of red ants and bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i am so scared......&lt;br /&gt;-________-"""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he totally cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;and see.one whole post just for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad 'Imran.&lt;br /&gt;Unique Kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;Stalking Partner.&lt;br /&gt;Crapping Partner.&lt;br /&gt;Matchmaking Partner.&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Pizza Boy.&lt;br /&gt;Mugging Partner.&lt;br /&gt;Psychic Partner.&lt;br /&gt;Muhanmade Imuranu.&lt;br /&gt;Spelling Partner.&lt;br /&gt;Mister Imuranu.&lt;br /&gt;Confinement Partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't that like ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;andand.Partner owes me Ice-cream(:&lt;br /&gt;Sticky Chewy on the day before full moon sth liddat.&lt;br /&gt;kankan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh,this post specially dedicated to the above mentioned(:&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad 'Imran Bin Jamil Bin Jummin Bin Surat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye,kiddo(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116040569193992319?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116040569193992319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116040569193992319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/boooooyaaa-muhammad-imran-bin-jamil.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116039854321623707</id><published>2006-10-09T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:08:45.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note To Self: JEALOUSY IS THE COUSIN OF GREED.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats just a constant reminder for myself.&lt;br /&gt;today was science paper.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i was smiling all the way.&lt;br /&gt;happy mah.&lt;br /&gt;i tell u,i jumped over Jupiter as soon as i handed in my paper(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today train rides was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHITTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go school got Stalker,no Superhero.&lt;br /&gt;and Superhero was like outside sitting.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all his friends boarded alr.&lt;br /&gt;i assumed he was waiting for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THAT &lt;/span&gt;girl.&lt;br /&gt;whatever lorh.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;LALALA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i was not wearing specs.&lt;br /&gt;so i cant really see.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt notice Stalker.&lt;br /&gt;till the SAJC boy kept staring at me and sth behind me.&lt;br /&gt;so i turned,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STALKER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den he was looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;dont noe smiling or frowning.&lt;br /&gt;den he nudge his friend.&lt;br /&gt;who turned and faced me.&lt;br /&gt;den he also started looking.&lt;br /&gt;i just frowned and then eye-roll.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HUHU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went down.&lt;br /&gt;Stalker had the guts to say "bye".&lt;br /&gt;stoopid boy.go n die lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den after school.took train.&lt;br /&gt;Stalker &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time can see.coz i wearing specs.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt see him,i was engrossed reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;den being me,observant,went to look around.&lt;br /&gt;den saw him.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAN&lt;/span&gt;.steewpid lah.&lt;br /&gt;den he was smiling like super cheekily lah.&lt;br /&gt;den his friend was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTH.&lt;/span&gt;den he alighted at CCK.&lt;br /&gt;so i was like super scared alr luhh.&lt;br /&gt;so i was like walking &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAMN&lt;/span&gt; fast into lot 1 hoping he wont follow.&lt;br /&gt;well,he didnt.hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminder to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;:Jealousy is the cousin of greed.&lt;br /&gt;what with the Mr.Green called Jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;its just fantasy luhh.&lt;br /&gt;dont be over-sensetive.&lt;br /&gt;still,i dont believe u.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got the most irritating flu luhh.&lt;br /&gt;i can't talk properly for god's sake.&lt;br /&gt;i can't breathe properly either.&lt;br /&gt;its like blocked.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone,I am gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babalask and gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun ,shit,shit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116039854321623707?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116039854321623707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116039854321623707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/note-to-self-jealousy-is-cousin-of.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116032245493015627</id><published>2006-10-08T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:47:35.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Abang broke my specs):&lt;br /&gt;i hate him.untill i buy my new specs.&lt;br /&gt;thats when i'll love him back:D&lt;br /&gt;he thinks that is retarded:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so,today i &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MUG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like hell.okay.&lt;br /&gt;yes.i didnt get to talk to some people.&lt;br /&gt;coz i was busy mugging.&lt;br /&gt;tell me im a good gerl(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tagboard's flooded with crap.&lt;br /&gt;uninvited person.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAMN&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;u were suppose to study u noe.&lt;br /&gt;u better ace all ur papers.&lt;br /&gt;if not i wont help u arh.&lt;br /&gt;help u wad.i dont noe.&lt;br /&gt;i just wont help u do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today go buke puasa at nenek house.&lt;br /&gt;everybody was there.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.Alyssa is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;she's as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BELO &lt;/span&gt;as me.&lt;br /&gt;and as crappy(:&lt;br /&gt;we get along well and olin dont understand us.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.she's an exco member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;i told u my school best.&lt;br /&gt;ur school discipline not as good(:&lt;br /&gt;and Dania is so big alr lah.&lt;br /&gt;she getting so very like irritating.&lt;br /&gt;with the eye-rolls and rebellious voice.&lt;br /&gt;man,but i like argueing with her.&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa finds it funny.&lt;br /&gt;not lah.u retard.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BELO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry people who i have not been layaning.&lt;br /&gt;after tomorrow,i will be responsive.&lt;br /&gt;for i have finished all my exams(:&lt;br /&gt;that not the end yet.&lt;br /&gt;results are yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im listening to Goodby My Lover.&lt;br /&gt;oh man,its memories.&lt;br /&gt;used to sing it with Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;in class.den Mr.Brightside song also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;and Promise oso.&lt;br /&gt;now i shall listening to them.&lt;br /&gt;why did i even write that.&lt;br /&gt;liek u bother.&lt;br /&gt;of coz u do,coz u're reading wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;APER JER ERNIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I am a dreamer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But when im awake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;U cant break my spirits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Its my dreams u take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i swear thats true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116032245493015627?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116032245493015627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116032245493015627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/abang-broke-my-specs-i-hate-him.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116014254210986359</id><published>2006-10-06T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T21:49:02.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; DAMN&lt;/span&gt; bad flu):&lt;br /&gt;hoho.i cant talk properly.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be gasping for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not funny lah,stupid asshole.&lt;br /&gt;dont want talk to you alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; satisfied with my art.&lt;br /&gt;like it was worth not sleeping last night.&lt;br /&gt;though i didnt plan to do my final piece like that.&lt;br /&gt;well,the paint effect was &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NICE(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed up till early morning to finish up prep work.&lt;br /&gt;yes,i didnt sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt study history.&lt;br /&gt;but i did remember mapwork.&lt;br /&gt;and a few important points.&lt;br /&gt;and i read abt the Maria Hertogh thingy.&lt;br /&gt;how to spell her name arh.&lt;br /&gt;i was in the train flipping thru worksheets when i saw the name.&lt;br /&gt;so i read it luhh.&lt;br /&gt;and fortunately,it came out.&lt;br /&gt;damn happy lah.den the short answer question.&lt;br /&gt;i could handle them.&lt;br /&gt;just the essay one.&lt;br /&gt;i so didnt study on Singapore and Malaya merger thingy.&lt;br /&gt;but well,its over.&lt;br /&gt;just left Science on mon.&lt;br /&gt;and i can go jump around alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall repeat myself.&lt;br /&gt;Short guys are cuteXD&lt;br /&gt;and i saw two short and small boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAMN &lt;/span&gt;adorable.i was practically smiling so widely at them.&lt;br /&gt;one was pri skul.but he was so hot for his age.&lt;br /&gt;then the other i guess sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;but he was like shorter than my shoulders:D&lt;br /&gt;but i still think he's super effing cute.&lt;br /&gt;short guys are cute.&lt;br /&gt;but doesnt apply to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; short guys.&lt;br /&gt;dahlia,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still want a tall boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Duhh.it'll feel so weird standing next to a guy.&lt;br /&gt;who you're suppose to look up to.&lt;br /&gt;but instead u have to look down.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still,short guys are cute.&lt;br /&gt;but tall guys are hot.hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy is the cousin of greed.&lt;br /&gt;Hoho.see.jealous for wad arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing today is i didnt get to see Superhero.&lt;br /&gt;but nvm.at least he banged into me.&lt;br /&gt;unlike Juliet.oni stand in front.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is cruelty in melody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is the boucle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I never gave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Now this conversation is over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So grab that cell phone and do it quick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You gotta look busy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You gotta look more important than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116014254210986359?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116014254210986359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116014254210986359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-damn-bad-flu-hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-116004961385083365</id><published>2006-10-05T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T20:00:13.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today started of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when it came to the exams part.&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning.met Superhero again.&lt;br /&gt;and i walked faster than him this time.&lt;br /&gt;however,he actually overtake me when going up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;and there was like alot of ppl at the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;no actually me walking up.another 2 person walking down.&lt;br /&gt;den he wanted to overtake.&lt;br /&gt;so he actually tried to push through.&lt;br /&gt;go between me n the other 2 ppl opposite me.&lt;br /&gt;that was when he actually banged me.&lt;br /&gt;hoho.he turned and smile.&lt;br /&gt;den continued climbing up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats his way of saying sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DUHH.&lt;/span&gt;forgiven.and i smiled &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; widely back.&lt;br /&gt;and didnt wipe the smile off my face.&lt;br /&gt;so,i continued smiling widely.&lt;br /&gt;den went back to class told sya.&lt;br /&gt;and she thought i was referring to HER eyecandy.&lt;br /&gt;den she got so super jealous.&lt;br /&gt;because she took same train as Raihan but not hero.&lt;br /&gt;haha.loser lah u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den lit paper was first.&lt;br /&gt;i tell u.im so gonna fail lah.&lt;br /&gt;i actually studied.&lt;br /&gt;i actually remember all the quotes for brotherly love.&lt;br /&gt;and that was what i actually concentrated on lah.&lt;br /&gt;den the question came out.&lt;br /&gt;and i looked at the question.&lt;br /&gt;and my mind went blank.&lt;br /&gt;what luck rite.of all times.&lt;br /&gt;like really lah.i couldnt think &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i oni managed a "on forfeit of my hands,my feet,my heart"&lt;br /&gt;and "bound to pay ten times o'er"&lt;br /&gt;only &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TWO &lt;/span&gt;pathetic quotes.&lt;br /&gt;the rest i forgot.i felt like killing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den maths was average lah.&lt;br /&gt;i actually wasted like 5 mins on calculator-ing.&lt;br /&gt;i actually read 5.2 as 52.&lt;br /&gt;which made me re-calculate.&lt;br /&gt;den plus i press times.&lt;br /&gt;den the calculator put 2289 i wrote on the paper 2398.&lt;br /&gt;smart rite.so i didnt manage to do the last question.&lt;br /&gt;i di lah.it was graph question.&lt;br /&gt;11 marks in total.i didnt do the last 3 marks.&lt;br /&gt;oh,at least i know how to d othe rest.&lt;br /&gt;and didnt skip any question(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now,i hae to do Art.&lt;br /&gt;to re-do sketches or not?&lt;br /&gt;i think i should just continue from my sketches on emotions.&lt;br /&gt;but the point is emotions is so difficult to draw.&lt;br /&gt;so i thought of changing my topic.&lt;br /&gt;but if i change waste time.&lt;br /&gt;and i love my current sketches of those people.&lt;br /&gt;therefore,i shant re-do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school went library.&lt;br /&gt;i tell u sth.i didnt study &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahlia was talking abt guys.&lt;br /&gt;short guys and alot more.&lt;br /&gt;but she kept talking abt short guys.&lt;br /&gt;and i told her "short people cute wad"&lt;br /&gt;and shse gave me the look.&lt;br /&gt;den started reminding me of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like hello,over alr ok.history alr.&lt;br /&gt;and he's not a midget.so mean.&lt;br /&gt;and i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt; go for short guys.&lt;br /&gt;i like tall people.&lt;br /&gt;i just think short guys are cut; ugly but adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;,but not Superhero.&lt;br /&gt;he may be short but he's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he shud be like err.162 ard there lah.&lt;br /&gt;and he stood beside stalker.&lt;br /&gt;they like&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; BIG&lt;/span&gt; difference.&lt;br /&gt;he so hot but short.&lt;br /&gt;stalker tall but slenge:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after wewent library,we ewnt lot 1.&lt;br /&gt;went to cck library this time.&lt;br /&gt;sth &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HILARIOUS &lt;/span&gt;happened.&lt;br /&gt;i guess my 'raise-one-eye-brow' look seems scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;i did that.u walk off.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry.u're cute ;scrape the adorable part.in short,ugly:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my knight in shining armour(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im avoiding you,hah,asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not until u let me do what i asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;u can so i oso can.FAIR rite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I will never let you fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'll stand up with you forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'll be there for you through it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-116004961385083365?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116004961385083365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/116004961385083365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-started-of-good.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-115997503387600161</id><published>2006-10-04T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:18:50.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cause i had a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Good Day(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met my eyecandy today.&lt;br /&gt;Superhero.but he was with this 2 boys and thsi girl.&lt;br /&gt;ok.quiet.im NOT jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT.&lt;/span&gt;they were like....&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;IM NOT JEALOUS!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually thought i was gonna miss him again.&lt;br /&gt;so i leaned at the door instead lah.&lt;br /&gt;den he went in at Jurong East.&lt;br /&gt;damn lah.i was like so disappointed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;den he saw me.so i had a sudden change of expression.&lt;br /&gt;from worried and sad to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SUPER WIDE&lt;/span&gt; smile.&lt;br /&gt;den he saw me so he smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;he too had a sudden change of expression.&lt;br /&gt;he was walking in with his paper in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;den his face was damn stress lah.&lt;br /&gt;den when he saw me he managed a smile.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HOHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then he straight away walked away.&lt;br /&gt;went ot the divider and sat on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;like damn adorble lah he sit there.&lt;br /&gt;den he kept holding his paper to his head.&lt;br /&gt;but he did laugh a few times.&lt;br /&gt;huhu.and its adorable.&lt;br /&gt;no sound one.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CUTE&lt;/span&gt; shit lah.&lt;br /&gt;den i purposely walked to school slowly.&lt;br /&gt;behind Superhero and friends.&lt;br /&gt;i tell u he is damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;he has nice legs.unoque hair.&lt;br /&gt;its like straight everywhere except the bottom curly.&lt;br /&gt;den he has a long body.&lt;br /&gt;and he has straight teeth.&lt;br /&gt;ouhouh.he laughs like sya's smile.&lt;br /&gt;really.not kidding.nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den in the train i was so happy abt Superhero i smiled lah.&lt;br /&gt;den got SAJC bot in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;he noticed how retarded i was.&lt;br /&gt;he kept frowning at me.&lt;br /&gt;den got this apek in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;he kept singing lah.&lt;br /&gt;and i was partially pissed coz my phone couldnt receive sms for like 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;but Superhero's presence just couldnt make me feel better(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went library studied maths and science.&lt;br /&gt;aisyah's sick.issy love to rmbr things.&lt;br /&gt;dahlia wants to study chemical,not chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;andand.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SYAFIQ&lt;/span&gt;ah.doesnt smile to Taufiq.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shakespeare,NO FEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to study literature):&lt;br /&gt;Merchant Of Venice:D&lt;br /&gt;i shall study properly.&lt;br /&gt;I Can,I Will,I Must(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry people.&lt;br /&gt;but im busy mugging for now.&lt;br /&gt;and Mister,im sorry lah.&lt;br /&gt;not my fault lah.&lt;br /&gt;call ok(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You take my breath away(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-115997503387600161?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/115997503387600161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25871200/posts/default/115997503387600161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://journeytoernie-.blogspot.com/2006/10/cause-i-had-good-day-i-met-my-eyecandy.html' title=''/><author><name>♥Ernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07493121971163126974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25871200.post-115989104249082374</id><published>2006-10-03T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:57:22.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because of the e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;i love FIFI(:&lt;br /&gt;i'll study hard.&lt;br /&gt;i promise:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nth better to do.&lt;br /&gt;i cant do art.&lt;br /&gt;though i havent finish.&lt;br /&gt;i just cant coz when doing art u have to do it willingly and passionately.&lt;br /&gt;not reluctantly and by force.&lt;br /&gt;later not nice.HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;talk alot oni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've been doing good revisions.&lt;br /&gt;as in like im really mugging lah.&lt;br /&gt;dont ask abt history lah.&lt;br /&gt;that one the only one like way behind.&lt;br /&gt;but i shall promise myself to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;but literature first lah.&lt;br /&gt;Shylock ku(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask why.&lt;br /&gt;but im feeling very happy.&lt;br /&gt;i saw a star.as in star.shining star in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;and therefore,im happy.&lt;br /&gt;im glad i live here.&lt;br /&gt;i can regularly see the moon and stars.&lt;br /&gt;and for now,im very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that somebody's against me.&lt;br /&gt;and im ignoring that person.&lt;br /&gt;idiot.but i do not hold a grudge on you ok.&lt;br /&gt;whatever lah.im happy.&lt;br /&gt;so not my problem.&lt;br /&gt;who's the one who's being unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy, turning saints into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Swimming thru sick lullabies.&lt;br /&gt;Choking on your alibies.&lt;br /&gt;But its the price i pay.&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is calling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i seriously do not want to argue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do what u want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but think twice arh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dont be such an asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25871200-115989104249082374?l=journeytoernie-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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