<?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-16648402</id><updated>2011-09-09T23:54:11.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK, RED AND GREY.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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>376</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-1480203689088227814</id><published>2008-01-01T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T23:03:31.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WIDEST.</title><content type='html'>Respect and be &lt;a href="http://writingsonwall.blogspot.com/"&gt;polite&lt;/a&gt; to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-1480203689088227814?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/1480203689088227814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=1480203689088227814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1480203689088227814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1480203689088227814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2008/01/widest.html' title='WIDEST.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-2257393216688029352</id><published>2007-12-31T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:43:32.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAINFULLY.</title><content type='html'>2007 is soon coming to an end, very soon. Read others' blogs too. Found out that the Year wasn't a fabulous one for them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my posts in my blogs. I can say that 2007 was not a good year for me. Relationship problems got me occupied and I am not happy with the outcome. My attitude got a little too worse and I think its all in the process of growing-up. I know that I grew a lot this year. I think I am much mature than that one year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academic was all right. I put some effort within my work and I think I did my best for tests and assessments. Although I think if I put in more effort, they would pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family had been encouraging and understanding. Sometimes, I really am glad that I have such a super family. Being always there and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't great. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at least, I am blessed with many things that I think are great. Personal lappy and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally, Ernest undergo a lot. Physically, Ernest understands that he could be much greater. Ernest had proven to himself that if he put his heart into the things he really want to achieve, they will happen. Ernest knows that for every wrong thing that he do, he will have to face the consequences. Ernest realises that the need to be responsible for everything he do. Ernest apprehends that the working world is a terrible world and that students should be glad and appreciate studying. Ernest learnt to think twice or even thrice before acting; had been constantly reminded by the bookmark left in the brain. On the bookmark it reads: 三思。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest has grown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-2257393216688029352?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/2257393216688029352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=2257393216688029352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/2257393216688029352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/2257393216688029352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/painfully.html' title='PAINFULLY.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-9152648928597776166</id><published>2007-12-30T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:26:30.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTO-BLOG.</title><content type='html'>Was looking through the Pictures folder. Indeed, 2007 has let me see my fair share of  good and bad. In fact, as I am blogging, iTunes has got a great system, such that it is playing 'Through The Years'. Sometimes, doesn't it just impress you that things can happen so coincidentally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Today's post will be a summary of the year through pictures. Don't they always say 'Pictures speak more than a thousand words.'? So yeah. Let the pictures do the talking today. Tomorrow, I will post a more serious, or rather, a more wordy and sleep-inducing entry. Meanwhile, enjoy the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare download the pictures and photoshop them. Don't laugh. It is an evil thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Secondary One Orientation Camp 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R3fCeFZOzOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/72upPbeG4UY/s320/P1040515.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time working with people and boy, it does give me some experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R3e_tlZOzHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DCCaiYp5inw/s320/P1040221.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people I think they don't want to be named. I think they don't even remember taking this picture. But yeah. Those days are pretty amusing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life Science: Genetic Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R3fAMFZOzII/AAAAAAAAAEU/9TbySpRLups/s320/P1030456.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cultivated luminescence bacteria, or I think that are those. They look unique under UV light. How cool is that. When in your life would you cultivate bacteria? WHEN? Unless you are some biologist or related or some idiot that wants to create a biological war or what-other-nonsense, then I think you have difficulty answering that answer. Of course, answers like '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I put my orange peel somewhere and they got mouldy.&lt;/span&gt;' or '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My leather shoes look like it is a talcum-powder-producer.&lt;/span&gt;' or '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bread always rot in my house.&lt;/span&gt;' are very lame and don't try to use them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R3fAeVZOzJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cbWMiF8wu-A/s320/P1030468.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pay attention in class and even take visual notes. I learnt that genetic engineering can be used to make something grow without a head. If only I know that earlier, then I think many things will be headless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cross Country 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R3fBYlZOzLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hctmH-oBgAU/s320/P1060605.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting around and '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doing Council duties&lt;/span&gt;' is fun. I never run in all 4 years. Ask me about Zhonghua's Cross Country and I only know that at 7:20, we will be armed with Demerit forms and whatnots.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;5th Student Council Investiture 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R3fA_lZOzKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9aJkcXVnf3Y/s320/P1060511.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping down and finally settling down to be the geek, the feelings that came within me when we pass the badge and after, walking off from the stage, I think they are very real. I guess I can really say Council makes Zhonghua bearable for me. If you understand, you understand. Don't try to, if you don't. Don't hurt your brain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Racial Harmony 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R3fDdFZOzQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Aclax3w9gG4/s320/P1060435.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing colourful traditional clothes to school isn't an experience everyone have. I still remember one teacher said that I am a Kungfu Master in that Malay costume. Haha. Even things that don't relate, happy memories accompany them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Student Council Farewell Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R3fBwFZOzMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5eWPQmGqdEM/s320/P1070004.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is the last time we can take a picture with so many Councillors from the 4th. Even this, is not complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R3fCFlZOzNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KhDbBkdCh4w/s320/P1070038.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shocked that the juniors got us flowers. But anyway, I do hope that Zhonghua Student Council will continue or be even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R3fC-lZOzPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/esMYzd7L8TA/s320/P1060448.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end my post with a random picture. Maybe its not random, but would I miss the Zhonghua foolscap paper? Would I miss the times we spent in school? Would I miss the teachers and how they each are very unique? I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-9152648928597776166?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/9152648928597776166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=9152648928597776166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/9152648928597776166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/9152648928597776166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/picto-blog.html' title='PICTO-BLOG.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R3fCeFZOzOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/72upPbeG4UY/s72-c/P1040515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-7110595631624018970</id><published>2007-12-30T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T12:09:26.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIR ONLY LAH.</title><content type='html'>(*^$£$^*)&amp;amp;$%^£$@__&amp;amp;^$%^£{/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry. Very angry. Went down to the hairdresser just to get him to cut my hair. And since he's on such great demand, he asked his colleague to do up my hair. Now it looks like shit. Disgusting. I am so very angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I realised that the first part of the censored is mirrored. How accidental.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-7110595631624018970?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7110595631624018970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=7110595631624018970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7110595631624018970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7110595631624018970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/hair-only-lah.html' title='HAIR ONLY LAH.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-8094675244533180514</id><published>2007-12-26T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T18:08:39.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT ALL CAME BACK TO ME.</title><content type='html'>So, after all the commotion, I understand. You are not the same anymore. I could have anticipated from the replies. But who doesn't want to deny the negative sixth sense and believe that such things will not happen. I think it is partly my fault. I am not open. But, are you? The honeymoon period is over and what's left is the responsibility. In this circle, everyone is just looking for that one thing. I think you are just one of them. You have all the other responsibility in the world, no? Till then, let's remain as that. I am still me. You changed. Oh, did I say that you are just one of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, looking at those, I get into a terrible rage. But that's you, not anyone else. You are able to work the spell within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scent of the flowers in my nose. I will never be able to forget this smell, love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-8094675244533180514?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/8094675244533180514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=8094675244533180514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8094675244533180514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8094675244533180514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-all-came-back-to-me.html' title='IT ALL CAME BACK TO ME.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-4548529006981247273</id><published>2007-12-25T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T17:47:33.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOON AND SLEEPING EFFECTS.</title><content type='html'>So, what's your guess? (Refer to previous post. I got an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt; game for you.) I don't exactly know how much all those cost. Its forty-something dollars and something-ty-five cents. I am surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see the moon yesterday? I did. Nice little pretty thing. It gives this peaceful feeling. Had never seen anything so peaceful and calming in a long-long-oh-so-long period of time. Fast-flowing rivers don't make me serene. Mountains don't make me tranquil. Pastures don't make me relaxed. Neither do sunrise make me unperturbed. The round yellow (or is it amber) moon just did the spell correctly. And talking about it being able to make me peaceful within, does it have anything to do with 平安夜？That was what kept my mind partly busy last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other issue that kept the other half of the mind busy is the English term for 平安夜。Is it 'Peaceful Night'? I am lazy to wikipedia or google it up. So, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to come up with more interesting topics. My subjects are all as powerful as the sleeping-pills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-4548529006981247273?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/4548529006981247273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=4548529006981247273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4548529006981247273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4548529006981247273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/moon-and-sleeping-effects.html' title='MOON AND SLEEPING EFFECTS.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-6528118739331183722</id><published>2007-12-24T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T19:23:12.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST UPDATING AND I THINK I WROTE NONSENSE FOR THIS UPDATE.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I gave a lot of ideas. Too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit, the ideas were for the Father and the Mother to consider where to eat. Dropped Sister at Cathay Cineleisure. There are so many people around on the streets. The situation was like people swarming around cars. (Swarming makes the impression that they are worms.) So I was like, 'Hey, I am in car, and you are walking ever so slowly around and maybe getting molested. Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Orchard, to Geylang for Beef Kway Teow. Too bad, no parking. Then to Katong. Too bad, no parking. But of course, there are lots more places I offered. Whampoa, Chomp Chomp, Seah Im, Kallang. But in the end, we settled for the place I described as 'circular, renovated, lots of Halal food, got a big carpark and somewhat near a hospital'. I think its called the Bedok Food Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely know my Singapore and its good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am heading for Orchard later. Yes, later is the time for those in the car to smirk and laugh. But yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R2-WAFZOzGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/N79fppU9_QU/s320/P1070162.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how much all these things cost. No prices for the right answer. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DUH. You can simply go to some Hypermart and buy and give me the right answer.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like picnic-ing at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-6528118739331183722?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/6528118739331183722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=6528118739331183722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6528118739331183722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6528118739331183722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-updating-and-i-think-i-wrote.html' title='JUST UPDATING AND I THINK I WROTE NONSENSE FOR THIS UPDATE.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R2-WAFZOzGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/N79fppU9_QU/s72-c/P1070162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-8703242323679562152</id><published>2007-12-22T13:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T14:23:50.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW WILL I DIE?</title><content type='html'>Was Blog-hopping and mind was somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am taking the bus down to Hell when I die. But I don't think I will die soon. Bee-hoon didn't make me choke in the morning. I didn't gag on Fried-Chicken-Wing-Bones. I didn't swallow chilli sauce and die. Oh hell, I am going to Hell, even if I don't die now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hope bread with jam is not dangerous. Yeah. Father went to Pasir Gudang. Mother lazy to cook. Sister back in hostel. Brother typing nonsense into his blog. (Brother, in this case, is yours truly.) I am so not going to eat bread. Kill me, but I won't put the disgusting thing into my mouth. So, I don't think I will die, after lunchtime. But maybe Gastric can kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may. You can put a knife into my stomach. That will make me die faster. And I won't spend my days thinking how I will die in years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-8703242323679562152?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/8703242323679562152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=8703242323679562152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8703242323679562152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8703242323679562152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-will-i-die.html' title='HOW WILL I DIE?'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-7273846940719817650</id><published>2007-12-22T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T12:44:46.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SULKING AND PLAY-DOUGH.</title><content type='html'>Whatever lah, cheebye. Make so much noise. I blog one little paragraph about you and you make so much noise. Oh yeah. Maybe I should not scold you. At least, I think you listened to me and stay home and sulked. That explains your sucky attitude. Thanks for being so obedient. But, I don't think I have a cookie to spare. What to do, I don't eat dog food and I don't have a dog at home. Maybe you can pass me one, so I can feed you with it. But, no award for you presently, cheebong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I promised pictures. Many pictures in fact. More than 5 is more, since I have no habit of attaching pictures in my post. I will try to post more pictures. I think pictures are interesting. Like some show their ugly and fat bodies in pictures they think are 'oh-so-nice'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I was heading out for Crumpler. Yes yes. Bought a crumpler. *eyes-glittering* (Aiyah, whatever lah. I say eyes glitter and so they glitter. Make some more noise and you can go hide in the toilet.) Didn't expect myself to pick the 22litres one. But yeah. I can smuggle a pillow in the bag and bring to the lecture hall. Get jealous. I can sleep in lecture halls, you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, this is the one I got. Of course, this is the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R2yMcFZOy-I/AAAAAAAAADE/Dlyrij8RNgA/s320/P1070152.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R2yM41ZOy_I/AAAAAAAAADM/14K3hKlvhug/s320/P1070153.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice huh? I think this is the greatest Christmas ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised pictures of the ice-milk, or so I called it to be. Look like its got some class within huh? Metal tubs. Gold-coloured. See the big white heart? Its Wall's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R2yNc1ZOzAI/AAAAAAAAADU/_TDalZa2K44/s320/P1070154.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I say that the ice-milk look like play-dough. See the plastic on top. And how the ice-milk sticks to the plastic. I had been eating play-dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R2yN8lZOzBI/AAAAAAAAADc/ge_skEjk5is/s320/P1070155.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the awful shade of purple. Maybe if you like it, you can let the whole thing melt and place your white shirt within for a day. But you do it with your own ice-cream. This is mine. And how to get this kind of purple ice-cream? Take a plane to Manila International Airport. Walk around. Look out for Wall's ice-cream. Make a purchase and take a plane back. Hope your pilot is cool and awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R2yOsVZOzCI/AAAAAAAAADk/YtXJ5H-KIB0/s320/P1070156.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mango play-dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R2yP-lZOzDI/AAAAAAAAADs/bTEK3QY4mnc/s320/P1070157.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-eaten mango play-dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R2yQdlZOzEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UOX6eHL4VR8/s320/P1070158.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R2yQ8lZOzFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/V2ZD2V080gM/s320/P1070161.JPG" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice, or rather should I say, I just noticed, that the yam play-dough got 3 cups of milk. But the mango play-dough got 2. So unfair. I think because of the word 'Royale', making it more high-class, so more milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will blog later again. My inspiration comes to me when I am not sleeping in the deadly hours of the wee. Continue to sulk at home, love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-7273846940719817650?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7273846940719817650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=7273846940719817650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7273846940719817650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7273846940719817650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/sulking-and-play-dough.html' title='SULKING AND PLAY-DOUGH.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R2yMcFZOy-I/AAAAAAAAADE/Dlyrij8RNgA/s72-c/P1070152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-7082065891818451761</id><published>2007-12-21T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:53:47.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J1 STUDENT AND AN UNDERGRADUATE PLAYING WITH DRY-ICE.</title><content type='html'>Aiyah. Whatever lah. You suck like hell. Orh-be. Who call you act so pro and shit. You can go and die already. Chicken backside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some people really got what they deserved. So, the above is for them. Apparently, this is for one specific person in my mind currently. But if you think you are the one, then yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can go and die already&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, the Sister came back from her hall yesterday. The Mother, Sister and me went to fetch the Father from the airport last night. He brought Ice-cream back from Manila. Wall's. I was like, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HUH? Wall's ice-cream need to buy from Manila?&lt;/span&gt;' but yeah. Got ice-cream to eat still want to be fussy. If so, I can go and die. Yeah. My turn to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the box that contained two tubs of ice-cream (I think its iced-milk, but read along. I will blog about it next time. Pictures included.) had words printed on it. I think it reads: 'PERISHABLE. Refrigerate after 24hours' or something close. (I don't have a photographic memory. And if you have, good for you. If not, shut up lah.) At first, I read 'PERISHABLE' as vegetable. I am an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought, Ice-cream that can be left in the environment with global-warming for 1 day is WOW. So when I got home, open the box. And I see dry ice. I was like 'CHEY, dry ice'. But that was actually another phrase for myself that says, 'Ernest, you are really a 白痴。' But of course, only I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sister and I were playing with the dry-ice, with the ice-cream put aside like how kids will destroy the cereal-box and dump the packet of cereal aside, with their hands fully occupied with playing the toys. The Mother came to scold. But we were not really listening to her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we broke the big blocks into smaller ones. Chose two pieces with almost the same size. And we compete. Who can make their own piece disappear faster. So we were blowing, puffing, fanning, tossing the pieces for half-hour. RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, yours truly is the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud that I won my undergraduate sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after she lost, she try to act-chim and say, 'Ehh. You contributing to greenhouse effect.' Of course, the smart brother replied, 'Then you put all the dry-ice in the freezer lah.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we tried to play prank. Emptied all the dry-ice into a bucket of water and set it near the window. Thought that the smoke will go out like the house is on fire. Too bad. Nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we spent the night playing with dry-ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the ending is shit. But I am heading out to the city. Going to get a Crumpler. Hopefully. Whatever lah. You shut up and sulk at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-7082065891818451761?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7082065891818451761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=7082065891818451761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7082065891818451761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7082065891818451761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/j1-student-and-undergraduate-playing.html' title='J1 STUDENT AND AN UNDERGRADUATE PLAYING WITH DRY-ICE.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-762478835241245651</id><published>2007-12-19T15:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T15:26:10.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HOPE THE BASKETBALL HITS MY FACE.</title><content type='html'>Was re-reading my blog posts. I was very glad that my neck is a human's neck. Not Barbie's neck. Or Ken's neck. (Forgot the name of Barbie's boyfriend and so, did a search on Wikipedia. Accidentally found out that Barbie got over forty pets. What's with zebra, lion cub and the-other-animals-I-am-lazy-refer-back? Barbie is a crazy girl.) At least, I won't get a broken neck from laughing at my own writing. I think I am crazy too. Laughing at my own nonsense. Maybe then, I can be friends with Barbie, and Ken can go into a corner to cry and kiss the lion cub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so pre-occupied with Blog-hopping. Note the capital 'B'. I give lots of respect to other people's blog, though my blog triumphs the rest. Youtubing is fun too. Anyway, I have got less than 2 weeks to complete all my nonsense. That's too short a time, but yeah, I shouldn't be lazing around the whole year. Wouldn't rot and die, or rather die and rot. Sorry about the order. That would be very sorry. I am going to school in less than 2 weeks. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, will be heading to Indoor Stadium for a basketball match. Was wondering why I agreed to go, but yeah, I am like so free lah. No work. No school. So, something to waste my time on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't notice the time and I think I will be late. Byebye. I am going to have a nice shower and head out to town. I know you are jealous that I can have a nice shower. Come join me if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR DREAMS. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-762478835241245651?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/762478835241245651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=762478835241245651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/762478835241245651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/762478835241245651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-hope-basketball-hits-my-face.html' title='I HOPE THE BASKETBALL HITS MY FACE.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-4768841803946773920</id><published>2007-12-17T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:06:54.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRD LEONG.</title><content type='html'>Not Fish Leong, or Panda Leong, or Hippopotamus Leong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am single. Looking for love. Time for romance and the past can go into the toiletbowl with all the tomatoes that were somehow smashed with blue chicken eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am as free as a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird sounds wrong, but well, bird it shall be. Ernest the bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-4768841803946773920?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/4768841803946773920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=4768841803946773920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4768841803946773920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4768841803946773920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/bird-leong.html' title='BIRD LEONG.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-6682292893448293276</id><published>2007-12-16T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:58:41.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AUNTY AND ME.</title><content type='html'>I have a wonderful aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my aunt just then at her office in Tanjong Pagar. Those high-rised buildings with a whole level occupied by just one company and you have glass windows from the ceiling to the floor without any frames or grills within. Those really standard and high-class office suites. Yes, I got into one such office. She actually wanted me to help her with her work. That's just updating the system with the employees' claims on money spent on medical or dental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was there click and punching the keyboard. Click here, select there, copy this (copy as in Ctrl+C, not the thing secondary school students like to do before Morning Assembly, or before Recess, or during class. Anyway, I just said secondary school students. That somehow make me look dissociated from that group of people. Oh well, I am a graduate. Too bad, kids. No more hair-cutting, nail-cutting, detention, national anthem singing, DM-avoiding practices. Okay. I drifted too much. Drifted to Hawaii on a plank. Like how Rose slept on the wood. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right.&lt;/span&gt; Back.), paste that (Now here, paste means Ctrl+V. Not paste as in toothpaste, or paste as in use-the-uhu.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. These people working in the office sure know how to claim money. Babies' injection, wives' medication, husbands' manicure, mothers' taxi fare, fathers' electrical bill, nephews' petrol claims, nieces' handphone bills, brothers' new handphone, sisters' dental appointment where only polishing is done. Okay, now you need to change the relatives to the employees themselves. But, however, some did claim their immediate families' medical fees. The company need to handle the healthcare of families. How well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was there on the computer working for less than 2 hours. I figured I did work for 1 hour or even less. Then, my aunt need to use the computer to reply email, print documents, edit details. So, I was free. I walked around the office for 35731 times, touched 359875 things, opened cabinets, cutting paper, playing with stamps and et cetera. Stamps, referred to those 'PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL' and 'RECEIVED ON []' and 'FAX TO []'. So I had fun with rubber and ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I got to the office, I had lunch with her. Korean restaurant. The worker there set down those small white bowls with 10grams of food within each. They said its complimentary. I wonder. Anyway, so yes, Korean food. Very expensive. Had a filling meal. And I never know iced canned Green Tea could cost S$1.80. But well, maybe that's for the service from the staff who helped open the can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had dinner with her too. She wanted me to try pasta. The cafe was closed. Italian food next. The bistro was not opened yet. Nonya food. The ladyboss won't appear at the locked door. Sushi. The crab eggs are not harvested yet. Restaurant in Amara Hotel. That's a four-stars hotel. And, I rejected. Who wants to eat leftover buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we settled dinner hastily, because its a weekend and no eating house would want to welcome flies when they can earn money like water flowing into the water cistern in the toilet after you flushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I got $50 for birthday. Furthermore, $10 per hour today. That makes up $50 because she counted 5 hours. I guess she wanted to pay me for sitting in her office, playing with the paper shredder. And $10 for taxi fare, even though we crossed the MRT faregate together. Its $110 with lunch and dinner. For working 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I am a happy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my aunty is nice. She got me an Xbox console some years ago for Christmas. The blue Deuter I used for school was from her too. And some other thing I gotten. And now, she asked me what I want for Christmas this year. I told her Crumpler. Things looking good. Hope I will have a nice present soon. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those who are working daily at some fast-food restaurant, HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-6682292893448293276?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/6682292893448293276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=6682292893448293276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6682292893448293276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6682292893448293276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/aunty-and-me.html' title='AUNTY AND ME.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-7592103724341591993</id><published>2007-12-15T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T00:59:23.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAY NO HEED.</title><content type='html'>I am disappointed. You forgot. Please return me my money. Thanks, love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-7592103724341591993?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7592103724341591993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=7592103724341591993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7592103724341591993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7592103724341591993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/pay-no-heed.html' title='PAY NO HEED.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-2005034468456069812</id><published>2007-12-14T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:46:39.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON MY BIRTHDAY.</title><content type='html'>Was replying comments on Friendster just then. Realised that Friendster did some updating and the date and time for the comments gotten right. Ain't that a very good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my family today. Played Snooker and went to bowl. I am so tired now. Just want to roll in bed. Will update soon again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-2005034468456069812?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/2005034468456069812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=2005034468456069812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/2005034468456069812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/2005034468456069812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-my-birthday.html' title='ON MY BIRTHDAY.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-8555797319214740694</id><published>2007-12-13T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:23:46.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEARCH ENGINE.</title><content type='html'>Now, I realised that blog-tracking is actually quite easy. Used the search-engine and did a minor search and several students' blogs came into view. That's so easy. If I am a teacher, won't it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am not a stalker, but I went into a blog-tracking trance to find who got posted to where. And in the end, I found out that people my level like to close down their blogs or don't update. Doesn't this makes tracking difficult? That's so bad. But, got some shock from the results today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't post my results here. I just don't want EVERYONE to know, because I am currently wondering how come Zhonghua students like to spread some knowledge. I think, they could be better spreading love. Its the season to be merry, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks buddies for the presents and everything today. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-8555797319214740694?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/8555797319214740694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=8555797319214740694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8555797319214740694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8555797319214740694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/search-engine.html' title='SEARCH ENGINE.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-6642925903608997998</id><published>2007-12-12T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T18:38:04.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOMORROW AND A BOOK.</title><content type='html'>It is useless to lie. That's one sentence I caught from the book I am reading. I know, I am very hardworking. But, to tell the truth, the book is large-fonted, with large spacing within the lines and it is very '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cartoon&lt;/span&gt;'. Don't laugh. At least I am reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, PAE results will be out tomorrow. I am so prepared for the results. I know where I am going. I am so clever. Yeah. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, tomorrow, I am going to the dentist. *eyeballs moving from the top left corner to the top right corner and continuing for 379 times* What will happen if the dentist wants to extract all my teeth? (Not because they are rotten and spoilt, but because they are so bleached-white. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RIGHT, carry on dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;) The dentist is going to put ugly, dirty and smelly things in my mouth. I need help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-6642925903608997998?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/6642925903608997998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=6642925903608997998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6642925903608997998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6642925903608997998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/tomorrow-and-book.html' title='TOMORROW AND A BOOK.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-972902159507805737</id><published>2007-12-10T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T02:25:56.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEAVENLY PEACE.</title><content type='html'>Am listening to Christmas songs now, looking through Friendster. Gotten into a profile, Zhonghua Secondary. Suddenly, all the memories came back. The time when we need to learn the school song in Secondary 1 and after the whole session, learning that it is actually a time for the choir to spot some talent. Haha. The time when we were smashing peanuts in the Biology Lab. The time when teachers were screaming like how they normally scream and I am actually thinking about other stuffs. The time when we have school camp and we stayed up to early morning and only having couple of hours of sleep. Time when we stayed back in school to paint banner, have SSP and staying in the classroom completing mathematics. Although, I must admit, school does give me some nice memories. I must put down this chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon again, a new chapter starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-972902159507805737?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/972902159507805737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=972902159507805737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/972902159507805737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/972902159507805737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/heavenly-peace.html' title='HEAVENLY PEACE.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-5000429671627046041</id><published>2007-12-09T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:10:31.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMOERNIE.</title><content type='html'>This is emoernie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c307/fashionkills_/emoernie.jpg" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-5000429671627046041?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/5000429671627046041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=5000429671627046041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/5000429671627046041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/5000429671627046041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/emoernie.html' title='EMOERNIE.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-407754094160688744</id><published>2007-12-08T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T13:25:11.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAMELESS.</title><content type='html'>Just finished youtub-ing My MVP Valentine. Beautifully scripted drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was watching Miss World yesternight. I was thinking, why when introducing the girls, they are acknowledged as Miss (whatever-their-country-may-be). Don't they have a name? Are they representing their country to challenge others to see which has the prettiest and most intelligent girl? Or is it just another challenge between countries? Sometimes, it is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I think I shall return to youtube. Soon again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-407754094160688744?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/407754094160688744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=407754094160688744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/407754094160688744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/407754094160688744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/nameless.html' title='NAMELESS.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-7577398537178212125</id><published>2007-12-03T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T10:39:07.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMO.</title><content type='html'>Well well, I have a new discovery. Emo, in hanyupinyin, is 惡魔。So, is there the link between both? I do think there is. But to a certain extent. Think hard and maybe you will get your own conclusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-7577398537178212125?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7577398537178212125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=7577398537178212125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7577398537178212125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7577398537178212125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/emo.html' title='EMO.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-5853317226062727773</id><published>2007-12-02T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:53:18.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME-WASTER.</title><content type='html'>Today is the second of December. After a few hundreds of seconds and third would come. Time really flies. Maybe its because I am not working, or rather not doing anything, (That's something I like), time really passes by very quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was just too lazy to blog. But I think the days passed by very happily. Or, maybe that's just what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R1LWNB_RDKI/AAAAAAAAACs/8lKol0EMl0s/s1600-R/P1070109.JPG" border="0" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know why the image is as original after rotating it. So if you really want to take a look, you can make your neck do some exercise. ) Firstly, I was painting my room. This is the project I am talking about. Anyway, yes, I am just doing some painting. Not one of the things students will do in their holidays. But, of course, there is something special. Haha. So, I newspaper-ed the wardrobe, table, lamp, aircon and other furniture. Don't think its fun. Playing with too much masking tape is not fun, not at all. Then, painting the ceiling is also not fun. After that, painting the wall is also not fun. Just after I painted the whole wall as what I wanted, my dad told me that I can actually dilute the paint so that it is not so thick, thereby making painting easier. I was like HAHA-YOU-ARE-SSSSUCH-A-GREAT-FATHER-THAT-YOU-ADVISE-ME-ONLY-NOW.  But still I had the walls beautifully painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R1LYdh_RDLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EwtTQtqmo18/s1600-R/P1070115.JPG" border="0" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I know, the earlier picture have light blue painted, not grey. Even if it is, grey would not go well with blue. I have got some colour-pairing skills.) Next, its the more interesting part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R1LZwh_RDMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kBz2dpSBGA0/s1600-R/P1070138.JPG" border="0" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that pretty much explains itself. Haha. I think its abit out-of-proportion at the top, but yeah. Haha. Its not as easy as it seems. Strength-control on the brushes. Haha. If you understand, you are indeed person with some art knowledge. And yeah. So that's what I have been spending my time on the first half of the time between this post and the previous. If you can really see it, the colours I used are the title for my blog. This may be a good test to see if you are observant. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I am youtub-ing. Taiwanese drama serials and a show. Devil beside you (This, I am not sure whether its 'you' or 'me', but the Chinese name is 惡魔在身邊。), Why Why Love (That's 換換愛。), and After This Our Exile (This is 父子。). Teevee-ing on the bed, in the living room, on the floor, yes, this is how I spent the other half of my time. Anyway, the drama serials have nice songs. And both have Rainie Yang acting within. She is cute. Okay, enough. Cannot make myself sound like a twink; 'She so kawaii.' and stuffs. But yeah. If you think she is somebody who likes to act-cute and what, watch the show and maybe your decisions will change. I am going to spoil my eyes even more in the remaining days to 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to YES now. There is something about what '周公講鬼'. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;. If you understand what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its 0025 hours of the third. See how blogging could take up some time. I think I will update later. Remember, I will be youtub-ing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-5853317226062727773?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/5853317226062727773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=5853317226062727773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/5853317226062727773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/5853317226062727773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-waster.html' title='TIME-WASTER.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/R1LWNB_RDKI/AAAAAAAAACs/8lKol0EMl0s/s72-Rc/P1070109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-577039356270597938</id><published>2007-11-23T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:51:13.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROJECT.</title><content type='html'>Found a way to exercise. Great help to make one feel tired. Will not talk about it. Its unglam. Shall share only the glam and proud work after all these tiring effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the third day since I started on my Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update about my project soon again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-577039356270597938?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/577039356270597938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=577039356270597938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/577039356270597938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/577039356270597938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/11/project.html' title='PROJECT.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-6583510453265146307</id><published>2007-11-20T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:37:16.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO MUCH SO.</title><content type='html'>Purposefully spent my day. Woke up early in the morning to get some equipment for my project. Got out at Bugis from noon to evening. Walking around getting presents. The feeling of spending money like nothing is not really bothering at first. But being alone after the friends left, the hurt grows. Haha. Must control my spendings. And well, sister, I think you have a nice brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so, I think I shall retire for the day soon. No thoughts to blog about. My desciption of the day isn't really good. I don't like blogging about what-I-do-today and related. Read soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-6583510453265146307?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/6583510453265146307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=6583510453265146307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6583510453265146307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6583510453265146307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-much-so.html' title='SO MUCH SO.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-7871686180620969922</id><published>2007-11-19T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:08:33.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO EXPRESSIONS.</title><content type='html'>"To err is human, to forgive divine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a saying to encourage one to forgive others. But, I think its perfectly fine if we don't. Because I don't forgive people. Close to the topic, today its about the words people use on me. The thing I can't stand most is one, (I am not referring to the number, but that was the point counter.) people asking me 'WHATS MY PROBLEM?'. Firstly, if I have a problem, I would really mind if you shut your mouth and let me be. When I am frustrated, that is not a good time to have fun. Second, if I have a problem, I don't think its within your concern, unless you know that I treat you as a close friend. But, if you try this, and I don't reply, I guess you should get the strong signal. But, me not replying to people is the norm. When I feel that its redundant, I will not open my mouth. Not that gold will drop out but instead I guess it would be poisonous snakes and ugly toads. They are lethal and could do serious damage. Third, 'WHATS MY PROBLEM?' is pretty rude. Fourth, I have emo-swings and thats to be expected. It is not a problem. Some of these intense disliked phrase is '你做麼？' or 'Are you okay?' or 'Emo huh?' or whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night-blogging is for rumbling and not thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, using the word 'disappointed' on me. '我對你很失望。' or 'I am displeased because you failed my hopes and expectations.' What nonsense. Nonsense, because it makes no sense to me. My achievements are not your business. The way I handle my relationship between people is not of your concern, of course, unless you are a close friend. The way I handle my assignments is not for you to judge. Be disappointed in me, fine, don't tell me. Keep it to yourself. Let it rot within you. Furthermore, are you sure you can do better than me? Keep quiet and sit down if you ain't sure. I shall keep my cool; end my post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the dedication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-7871686180620969922?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7871686180620969922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=7871686180620969922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7871686180620969922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7871686180620969922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/11/two-expressions.html' title='TWO EXPRESSIONS.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-6957469670440606580</id><published>2007-11-18T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:07:50.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>知足。</title><content type='html'>[edited]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am very fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, within the last two months or so, I got many new things. I know it sounds very like-some-other-normal-blog. But this list isn't on the wishlist; its on my what-i-own list. Not trying to make people jealous or be proud, but there is more to this and that, I will share with you later. Be patient, pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two new shoes, rather I should say, I got two new PAIRS of shoes. Can't make readers think that I am dumb. I can't be; two shoes make a pair. If that, I would say I got a pair of shoes. Right. Enough English.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One pair of Havaianas. I know its a good buy. Its not like any other slip-ons. Maybe, its because I like it too much, and thus, became biased. But, I don't care, I say its nice and so it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MacBook. The one which I call it as The Rotten Apple. Maybe because its sparkling white and all. And my brain does make good of white things. Too plain and pure isn't good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;iPod Nano. The rectangular one. I think its the 2nd generation. To me, its just -_- WHATEVER. Having the machine is the point.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Radio in my room. Those that look very classy and high-end. Radios are a must for me. Class is my soul. I stay in my room with the radio on. Even if I am on iTunes, the application must give away to the machine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got an extra phone. Touch screen, and all that. This means I have 1 card and 2 phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clothes, lots of them. New jeans, new polo (The one where the logo is super big. Its the mono-coloured logo one, the sleeve's got a 3. The other one is 4. Its very ultra expensive.), new socks, new underwear, new accessories (earstuds and chokers).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New television for me to stare at from 7 to 10 or 12 at night. This, I call it The Black Box. Its LCD and those. Don't know what my dad buy, but I think its LCD. Flat screen. I know, it doesn't look like a box, but that name was from the old teevee before this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New hi-fi set in the living room. That includes those thin tall speakers and it does make sound like those in the cinema. The radio is the one I am pleasant with. If nobody's using the set, HAHA, everybody have to listen to my favourite station.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I guess there is more. Brain-block.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I see that I am very fortunate. Maybe too spoilt but at least I know that I am fortunate. Wanted more things. But maybe, I just make do with all that is presently sitting in my house. Had always wanted:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pair of sunglass. And mind you, not any other one, but Oakley or Ray Ben may just do the trick. Thats the fashion now. And I am going for hardcore sea sports. I thought its a need, but now, it should be a want. Right, can't make myself sound like an idiot; the Ray Ben one is just for street parading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crumpler or a backpack. The present one can't follow me to JC, thats what I thought.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Islander membership. Still considering about this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New handphone. Maybe the LG Chocolates. It looks glam. Yes, glamourous is the word.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New line. I think I am getting one soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I guess this is it. I will see when is the time that I am happy and maybe, the new items can have their photographs taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am very fortunate. Thanks, mama and papa. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edited]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-6957469670440606580?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/6957469670440606580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=6957469670440606580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6957469670440606580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6957469670440606580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_18.html' title='知足。'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-8154647749447322388</id><published>2007-11-16T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:25:39.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDERSTANDING.</title><content type='html'>I understand how people can try to do bad to others, if they really hate them. Using underhand methods or being childish, many people have their ways. I say they are losers. For all I know, they might be saying that I am a loser too, but happy does it. I think staying happy will do it, for I know that in my own opinion, I am not a loser. Never feel that way, although I can be emo and what. But I will be positive, I know. I don't doubt myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun. PAE briefing was just another chatting session. Pool is evidence to improvement. Lunch is family-love. Meeting with Councillors was memory-jolting. Buffet and cheer was enjoyment. Recognition gift ceremony was surprise. The whole day was WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I understand too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-8154647749447322388?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/8154647749447322388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=8154647749447322388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8154647749447322388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8154647749447322388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/11/understanding.html' title='UNDERSTANDING.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-681739559578813852</id><published>2007-11-16T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:12:19.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUBBLES.</title><content type='html'>Facebook is interesting. I am a werewolf, a vampire and a zombie, all at the same time. Of course, 'I' refers to the character. I don't understand how this works but still, wonderful huh? I am a zombie that sucks blood, that makes me a zombie-vampire. Then, when the clock strikes 12 and the moon is covered, I became half-human and half-wolf. So, I am a werewolf-zombie-vampire. Right. I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My Sister My Lover' is a nice show. Of course, I watched many other more wonderful shows, but I just like to say that I watched MSML. I like to do things my way and sometimes there is no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, tomorrow I will be with my mates. Councillors. Juniors and batch-friends too. I hope tomorrow would be a nice day. Buffet and farewell, Council.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-681739559578813852?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/681739559578813852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=681739559578813852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/681739559578813852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/681739559578813852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/11/bubbles.html' title='BUBBLES.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-3736765014441564904</id><published>2007-11-15T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:35:14.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDONE.</title><content type='html'>Pardon the incomplete blogskin. Having a headache and decided to head for the bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-3736765014441564904?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/3736765014441564904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=3736765014441564904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/3736765014441564904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/3736765014441564904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/11/undone.html' title='UNDONE.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-2938716146241891538</id><published>2007-11-15T10:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T10:23:23.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOOTHING.</title><content type='html'>Will not say what I have been doing. Somehow think that the things I am doing are not productive. Right. Just to prevent myself from listing out the nonsensical things, I have to stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titanic is an old show. But somehow, watching it at different period of time does have different meaning. Different period of time doesn't mean morning at 7, noon, or afternoon at 4. (Don't be dumb; I know what you are thinking.) I am talking about the years. Like when you are still in kindergarten, when you are in primary school and so on. For example, those in kindergarten, they watch it because they got nothing to do, or maybe they don't have cartoon to watch, so they make do with the movie that they don't understand. Those in primary school are attracted to the kissing and the music. The older ones, indirectly would refer to the more matured ones, would understand it better, like how Rose tries to break free from her constraints and whatnot. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But back to the mid-sentence, through experiences, I would agree that the older one gets doesn't mean that he/she will be more matured. But, we just make do and be happy alright?&lt;/span&gt; So yeah. Even the storyline would twist, even its the same show that we have been watching. I don't remember Jack sitting in the posh restaurant for tea or cod fish oil with those I-would-call-them-the-High-Class-People, until yesterday, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much nonsense about Titanic, but still, it is a nice show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about being young years ago, I remember that I was exposed to Kitaro's music, especially Matsuri. When I don't really understand music well, it does leave a great impression on me. But the music video is awful, looks like some crazy man. Maybe he is attractive to some people who thinks that white fluff-like hair and beard is cool, but not me. I think the music is performance-enhancing. I am having lots of words here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon again. Till then, I shall have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-2938716146241891538?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/2938716146241891538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=2938716146241891538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/2938716146241891538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/2938716146241891538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/11/soothing.html' title='SOOTHING.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-1449078841746196812</id><published>2007-11-14T13:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:49:18.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>愛情的游戲，我玩不起。</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“兩個人中只要有一個人在的地方，一定兩個人都在。”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我覺得愛不在是我所知道的那樣。的確，我可能不怎麼瞭解愛是甚麼東西，可是我認為自己已知曉愛情游戲裡幾種玩法與一些作弊行為。至少，我比一些人更成熟，更能瞭解別人的心靈，別人的想法。我只是不想被自己的行為感到不自在。怎麼說都好，可能是我自己太銘感，太在意別人對我的看法，但是，對我而言，愛情是個可怕的一種考驗，測試人們處理人與人之間的關係。我承認我失敗過，在也沒有力氣在這似乎是個有趣又讓人消閑解悶的玩意兒中感到心動了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不想在玩了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-1449078841746196812?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/1449078841746196812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=1449078841746196812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1449078841746196812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1449078841746196812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='愛情的游戲，我玩不起。'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-5378453400911702502</id><published>2007-11-11T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T12:34:59.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENTERTAINMENT.</title><content type='html'>[edited]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a bit random, but I would like to get this blogging mood back. Now that I think things are turning better. Right, so yeah. Blogging spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, blogging is a kind of entertainment to myself. I can't look into the mirror and start talking to myself. Thats insane. So, I can rattle on and on and who-cares-how-long. Nonsense always fill this blog but yeah, thats entertainment to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edited]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-5378453400911702502?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/5378453400911702502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=5378453400911702502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/5378453400911702502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/5378453400911702502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/11/simi-lj.html' title='ENTERTAINMENT.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-6414702565438178899</id><published>2007-11-09T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T13:58:19.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITCHING HEARTS.</title><content type='html'>I was feeling bored. So here, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had myself a project. It makes me happy. And so, I like it. Please don't mistake. I am not out working. I think youtubing at home or even walking on the streets till you want to request for a change of feet, is better than working. Why spend your holiday on such things? But, if the job does have some benefits, like giving you 3 party tanks, 1 normal cotton shirt, 1 pair of Havaianas and a bermuda even before you start work, maybe I will still consider. But anyway, if I am to apply for it, I don't think I will get it. The age restrictions, you have to consider. I won't tell you where this great offer can be found, but I think some fashionable people will know. The footwear gives it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the topic, I decided to do something special this holiday. I won't tell you more, so this, will be tickling your heart, until you want to sneeze and throw your heart out. Whatever, I will be doing something great. I would think most will stone and sulk at home. Happy day to you if you intend to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-6414702565438178899?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/6414702565438178899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=6414702565438178899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6414702565438178899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6414702565438178899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/11/itching-hearts.html' title='ITCHING HEARTS.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-2909955538739123236</id><published>2007-11-07T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T14:03:39.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIGRESSING.</title><content type='html'>If you see a person in front of the mirror, you know that he/she has another twin sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God, I am amused by my own lame joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-2909955538739123236?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/2909955538739123236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=2909955538739123236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/2909955538739123236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/2909955538739123236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/11/digressing.html' title='DIGRESSING.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-5447180229530477091</id><published>2007-11-05T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:13:25.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAPTER 1.</title><content type='html'>Walking out with her nice blonde hair wet and nice-smelling from the toilet, Barbie never thought that she would have such a nice life. Sometimes, she would not believe that being a Singaporean, she would be enjoying a life that only seems possible in fairy tales. She thought that dolls are all part of a nice plan to make little girls be well-behaved, but never did she realised that she would grow up into a nice 'doll-like' model, supermodel in fact. She never regretted believing in dolls being friendly and willing to share their fairy tale life. However, looking at Kelly, she felt that the young adopted girl has not come to her senses. Barbie thinks, maybe Kelly need to be taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie sat down on the dressing table, using the hairdryer to dry her wet hair. On the table with lots of perfumes and cosmetics, Barbie spotted a small little note on the edge of table. Having the big bottle of Estée Lauder as a paperweight, the note seems interesting to Barbie because there is a yellow spot on it. 'What was the yellow spot?' wondered Barbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without giving a further thought, Barbie pulled the note from the weight, but never did she anticipated, the bottle of perfume fell to the floor. *Psst.* As the perfume flowed over the entire room and flooded the room to a height of 5cm, a hissing sound was heard. In a snap of the fingers, the perfume evaporated and the whole room was filled with a nice scent. However, all these was too much for Barbie to understand. In shock, Barbie had the openings on the side of the hair dryer close to her hair. Unexpectedly, Barbie's nice blonde hair was sucked into the machine. Frightened, Barbie bent down, put the dryer between her feet and stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is disgusting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie have no more irritating machine tugging against her hair, because all the hair are drawn up into the dryer and the machine still lied on the floor, vibrating happily for pulling out Barbie's hair. Now, Barbie looked like an elephant. Only a few strands of hair are left on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that had happened, Barbie regained her senses and took up the note. Reading with much difficulties, Barbie could barely make out the wordings. However, after 193739057 minutes, Barbie finally understood what was written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yozzzzz. Bahbeeeeee, ii lurbe euu beri muuuuuch larrh. dunch bi angriii at moii horxx. haiix. sorrix 4 yesterdae okaie? Ken willx alwaes lurbe euu de. tak kaiire. &lt;33. muackxx."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It took me very long, like 10 minutes to type the entire ii-lurbe-euu message.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made Barbie smiled even though she is looking at the mirror now. Though she is very upset that she is left with 3 strands of hair on her head, Ken's note really brought a smile on Barbie's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To be continued.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-5447180229530477091?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/5447180229530477091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=5447180229530477091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/5447180229530477091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/5447180229530477091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/11/chapter-1.html' title='CHAPTER 1.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-1822692466122049319</id><published>2007-11-05T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:21:43.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING.</title><content type='html'>Please be warned that due to the lack of post in this blog recent, the new posts that will be published may be explicit in some way or another. Whether your mind is a wonderful system that is able to digest what-read as what you perceive as correct, all these is of no responsibility of the blogger. The blogger would also hope that Martel would not be too free to be entertained by the upcoming novel. Finally, the blogger would hope that those that deem this blog as unsuitable material for they themselves and for others, please click &lt;a href="http://yahoo.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to be brought back to the wonderful world of Yahoo. Thanks and enjoy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-1822692466122049319?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/1822692466122049319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=1822692466122049319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1822692466122049319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1822692466122049319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/11/warning.html' title='WARNING.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-6889823184377851880</id><published>2007-10-07T05:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T06:00:12.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALWAYS ON YOUR SIDE.</title><content type='html'>My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away&lt;br /&gt;But every now and then you come to mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were always waiting to be picked to play the game&lt;br /&gt;But when your name was called, you found a place to hide&lt;br /&gt;When you knew that I was always on your side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-6889823184377851880?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/6889823184377851880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=6889823184377851880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6889823184377851880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6889823184377851880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/10/always-on-your-side.html' title='ALWAYS ON YOUR SIDE.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-1110953849994421174</id><published>2007-09-30T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T13:26:08.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE YOURSELF.</title><content type='html'>Just a gentle whisper, tell&lt;br /&gt;me that you'd gone&lt;br /&gt;Leaving only memories,&lt;br /&gt;where did we go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find the words then,&lt;br /&gt;so let me say them now&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, the lyrics are just the lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-1110953849994421174?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/1110953849994421174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=1110953849994421174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1110953849994421174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1110953849994421174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-yourself.html' title='LOVE YOURSELF.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-4169942970783934404</id><published>2007-09-13T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:19:31.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EYE-SWEllING FUN.</title><content type='html'>All at once,&lt;br /&gt;I started counting teardrops and at least a million fell.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes began to swell,&lt;br /&gt;And all my dreams were shattered all at once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-4169942970783934404?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/4169942970783934404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=4169942970783934404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4169942970783934404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4169942970783934404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/09/eye-swelling-fun.html' title='EYE-SWEllING FUN.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-8454328432315845609</id><published>2007-09-01T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T13:19:42.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN YOU HANDLE ME THE WAY I ARE?</title><content type='html'>I ain't got no money&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got no car to take you on a date&lt;br /&gt;I can't even buy you flowers&lt;br /&gt;But together we be the perfect soulmates&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-8454328432315845609?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/8454328432315845609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=8454328432315845609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8454328432315845609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8454328432315845609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/09/can-you-handle-me-way-i-are.html' title='CAN YOU HANDLE ME THE WAY I ARE?'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-2237231379147157967</id><published>2007-08-03T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T18:48:04.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO HER, YOU ARE PERFECTION.</title><content type='html'>You don't have to be perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-2237231379147157967?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/2237231379147157967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=2237231379147157967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/2237231379147157967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/2237231379147157967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-her-you-are-perfection.html' title='TO HER, YOU ARE PERFECTION.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-7863618198128877706</id><published>2007-07-15T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T09:45:45.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIND THE LINK, AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>And now, I think &lt;a href="http://www.megic.1go.dk/dontclickeng.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-7863618198128877706?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7863618198128877706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=7863618198128877706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-9051030934165033963?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/9051030934165033963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=9051030934165033963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/9051030934165033963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/9051030934165033963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/06/edits.html' title='FIND THE LINK.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-4111611736979294248</id><published>2007-06-02T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T14:39:35.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANG MO KIO IN FRIENDSTER.</title><content type='html'>Oh. I just have so much to talk about, but maybe less than a quarter of it will go into here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The EXCO meeting we had at Macdonalds was cool. I am so going to miss these sessions. I really do, with everyone being so great. And how nice to talk nonsense with a bunch of people I worked with for almost 1 to 2 years. Or even 3. But yes, nice knowing you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Friendster did some updating, and it changed my setting of the featured friends. Saw people that I didn't prefer as featured friends and it shocked me. And of course, i did some rescuing and everything's alright. Also, I was surfing through the 'edit-profile' and there was this 'select-your-city' thing. Ang Mo Kio, and all. Ha. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/RmFVd1fd0AI/AAAAAAAAABk/yP82xWJfPTc/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/RmFVd1fd0AI/AAAAAAAAABk/yP82xWJfPTc/s320/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071428626459512834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i saw Jacob posting 'b for battuta' on Joscelin's profile. Brought back some nice memories too. Battuta-rians, I wonder how are you all. Misses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, its all so funny huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-4111611736979294248?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/4111611736979294248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=4111611736979294248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4111611736979294248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4111611736979294248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/06/ang-mo-kio-in-friendster.html' title='ANG MO KIO IN FRIENDSTER.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/RmFVd1fd0AI/AAAAAAAAABk/yP82xWJfPTc/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-434734675722934247</id><published>2007-05-31T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T03:17:09.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BELONGINGS WITH LEGS.</title><content type='html'>My stuffs have legs and they can walk away from my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that walked away from me:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emaths notebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calculator&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mechanical pencil (orange-coloured some more lah)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biology textbook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...and some more but i lazy to list out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;LIKE SO MANY CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stuffs grow legs, but i never see their legs before. Is it like that?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/Rl3Nglfdz_I/AAAAAAAAABc/VDO4hk2d0zc/s1600-h/59350main_Happy_TV.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/Rl3Nglfdz_I/AAAAAAAAABc/VDO4hk2d0zc/s320/59350main_Happy_TV.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070434715192643570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ERNEST%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ERNEST%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-434734675722934247?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/434734675722934247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=434734675722934247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/434734675722934247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/434734675722934247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/05/belongings-with-legs.html' title='BELONGINGS WITH LEGS.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/Rl3Nglfdz_I/AAAAAAAAABc/VDO4hk2d0zc/s72-c/59350main_Happy_TV.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-8385096682688769966</id><published>2007-05-24T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:15:29.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOBSTERS &amp; ME.</title><content type='html'>Oh. The Dashboard changed again. It looks more elegant now. Anyway, this is not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing is: SUNBURNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been saying that I look like lobsters. In what way do I look like lobsters, may I ask? Do I have pincers? Or eyes out from the face? Or 8 or 10 or whatever number of legs they have? Or a tail? Or a face full of thorns? Whatever is it, I sure look different from a lobster. I'm sure. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the pictures of the lobster in Yahoo Picture Search, I really look different from them. And I can say that the picture library of lobster is huge. Several of them are cute and you would never imagine them this way. Examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/RlV9o1fdz9I/AAAAAAAAABM/GT7FYw1u30I/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/RlV9o1fdz9I/AAAAAAAAABM/GT7FYw1u30I/s320/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068095096182656978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lobster 1 shows a bigger lobster, with a normal lobster. That lobster is enormously and gigantically huge. Lobster 2 shows a cartoon lobster. Cute huh? Lobster 3 shows an artistic impression of lobster. So its a world of lobsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot more fantastic pictures. But I am just lazy to upload them. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is not supposed to be a Lobster-Post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its supposed to be me and lobster and the similarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/RlWAM1fdz-I/AAAAAAAAABU/vBkl9y73oNo/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/RlWAM1fdz-I/AAAAAAAAABU/vBkl9y73oNo/s320/Picture2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068097913681203170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look like meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think. And you better think properly. You answer wrong, you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Answer as 'YES' is not accepted. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-8385096682688769966?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/8385096682688769966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=8385096682688769966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8385096682688769966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8385096682688769966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/05/lobsters-me.html' title='LOBSTERS &amp; ME.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/RlV9o1fdz9I/AAAAAAAAABM/GT7FYw1u30I/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-5824717567129579224</id><published>2007-05-19T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T13:14:53.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY MOTHER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"If you get there before I do    &lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me.    &lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you when my chores are through;    &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long I'll be.    &lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna let you down,    &lt;br /&gt;Darling wait and see.    &lt;br /&gt;And between now and then, until I see you again,    &lt;br /&gt;I'll be loving you.    &lt;br /&gt;Love,    &lt;br /&gt;Me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been using the computer for almost an hour, doing some typing to earn a little money. Im in the hall, and typing, and looking at my mother doing housework. Then, I suddenly felt that my mother is great. She does housework almost everyday, making the house clean and spotless. And I always make the house look untidy and messy and all-sort-of-thing-you-can-imagine. And she just clean them up, tidy and make the house looks alright again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of makes me think what have I done these years. Washing the dishes after dinner every alternate week, ironing my own uniform, washing my school shoes. (I am supposed to wash my shoes every week. But being lazy, I wash them every term?) And for doing so little, I complain and complain and complain and complain and makes her irritated until she will do the dishes that night. And I feel nothing. Just continued watching the teevee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you thought about you and your mum? Your relationship? How she treats you well and you just make her sad when you quarrel with her and breaks her heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I can be a better son. Hope I can make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-5824717567129579224?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/5824717567129579224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=5824717567129579224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/5824717567129579224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/5824717567129579224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-mother.html' title='MY MOTHER.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-4552374502763525346</id><published>2007-05-18T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T19:47:53.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN THE LIFT AND 'AND'S, (WHATEVER AND ANYTHING).</title><content type='html'>Its a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lift&lt;/span&gt; affair. Its a total new experience. I think I am going to try it again. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have lots of things to blog about, but all flew out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just wow-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why there is this &lt;a href="http://help.blogger.com/bin/answer.py?answer=42442"&gt;autosave drafts&lt;/a&gt; in Blogger. How nice an improvement. Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, I have realised that I have been using '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;' and lots more '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;'s in my blog. And and, its 9 'and's in the previous statement and 15 'and's in this paragraph. The 'and's paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And there is this new drink in town. Called 'Whatever' and 'Anything'. The advertisements are hilarious. Cool idea behind the drinks too. &lt;a href="http://anything.com.sg/"&gt;Click here for the website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-4552374502763525346?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/4552374502763525346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=4552374502763525346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4552374502763525346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4552374502763525346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-lift.html' title='IN THE LIFT AND &apos;AND&apos;S, (WHATEVER AND ANYTHING).'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-1192168931564512846</id><published>2007-05-18T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T01:28:38.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAYS.</title><content type='html'>Its FRIDAY. I am so happy. Yay yay yay yay yay. Just too happy. I just love fridays like how I like orange. Its just so cool. FRIDAY, I love you? Hahahahhaaaa. Sounds cool ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im being extra and install a auto-scroller for you. Yay-ness. Just click along the column of boxes. More towards +, moves faster. For people with fast eyes, or simply, for those who have eyes like scanners. More towards -, moves slower. For serious people who reads every word in my lovely-and-dearly-orange-blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use it. Its good. And remember, I like FRIDAYSSSS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-1192168931564512846?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/1192168931564512846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=1192168931564512846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1192168931564512846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1192168931564512846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/05/fridays.html' title='FRIDAYS.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-4782873900985652684</id><published>2007-05-17T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:38:00.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGY-WORLD.</title><content type='html'>And when I read my post, it seems everything is all fast and nice. Sweet and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try to reply the tags here, since I am close to falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADELYN: I hope you dont go writing your name all over the test script because you do not want to tear your script. Read somewhere that a girl did that and was put out of the exam hall because she was screaming her name while writing them. I think its a dream I had last time. Dont think of tearing paper, do something else. Hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSEPH: Yeah man, besties. Hahaha. Cannot ps joscelin lah. Later she body-slam us we all die how? Hahhahahhaha. Joking joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIJUN: I doubt you will read this, but WHAT ARE THE 'TSK'S FOR? Tsk tsk tsk. Return you. Hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSCELIN: I like perfect english too.  Cool arhh? I think TGIF also perfect english. HAha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADELYN: #2 needs to eat? I didnt know. No wonder his faces been turning blue these days. I think its hunger and starvation. And well, the last statement's kind of true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEZIAH: Does Toys R Us and weird pants match? I didnt notice your pants. If I did, I think people will think I am crazy, looking at pants when they walk past me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSEPH: Ya. You organise okay? Thanks buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSCELIN: I dont understand what you mean? Care to explain again? Smilesssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSEPH: I have nothing to add. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADELYN: SMILESSSSSS. I have 'S's at the back. So you have to smile more than me. Yay. Look at the bottom. I think I will write a huge paragraph. Or maybe a short one? Okay, just some sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSCELIN: I have nothing to add too. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the tag-replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found his Friendster profile. Hahahahaaaa. Saw his face. I can say I win him lah. Hahahhaa. Sound so thick-skin. Joking only lah. Dont go tell him. Later I kanna whack. This is so funny. And why no GMAIL CHAT tonight? You are not online lah. AND are you listening to 95? There's a dedication. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just smelled pop-corn. And its those sweet ones. I am hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-4782873900985652684?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/4782873900985652684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=4782873900985652684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4782873900985652684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4782873900985652684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/05/taggy-world.html' title='TAGGY-WORLD.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-1951407415516558723</id><published>2007-05-17T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:09:10.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL IN A WEEK.</title><content type='html'>Finally. I say finally. Finally my blog is alright. My dashboard is alright, my blog appearing on my computer is alright. Thats great. Yay yay. And because of the '403 error' problem, I cant view my own tagboard. So I removed it. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didnt expect floods in the tagboard. Im abit blown off. Bring me back to the taggy-world. Hahahaa. Let me try to understand the tags and the taggy-language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the link is back. I put it back. Smiles smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95's playing my song. I think I am Rick Price. Not for the nice voice. Because I know how to sing the song. Hahaha. This is lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He isnt like what I predicted. He looks chinese. Hahaaa. That neo-print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Physics test is not encouraging. I wanted a much higher mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those above seems like a week's happenings. Much much more happened, I guessed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I want you here now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-1951407415516558723?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/1951407415516558723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=1951407415516558723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1951407415516558723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1951407415516558723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-in-week.html' title='ALL IN A WEEK.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-1201279415874302312</id><published>2007-05-14T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T19:53:40.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WISH ME ENOUGH.</title><content type='html'>This is from an email i received long ago. Makes me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, "I love you and I wish you enough".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter replied, "Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kissed and the daughter left. The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough'. May I ask what that means?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone". She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more. "When we said , 'I wish you enough', we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wish you enough&lt;/span&gt; sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wish you enough&lt;/span&gt; rain to appreciate the sun even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wish you enough&lt;/span&gt; happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wish you enough&lt;/span&gt; pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wish you enough&lt;/span&gt; gain to satisfy your wanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wish you enough&lt;/span&gt; loss to appreciate all that you possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wish you enough&lt;/span&gt; hellos to get you through the final good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then began to cry and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them but then an entire life to forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say its true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-1201279415874302312?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/1201279415874302312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=1201279415874302312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1201279415874302312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1201279415874302312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wish-me-enough.html' title='I WISH ME ENOUGH.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-847414724018266644</id><published>2007-05-12T14:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T14:01:45.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE.</title><content type='html'>Haha. I think I know the smile belongs to who. Its all so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-847414724018266644?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/847414724018266644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=847414724018266644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/847414724018266644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/847414724018266644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/05/smile.html' title='SMILE.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-313654315653696229</id><published>2007-05-08T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:36:16.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STILL THINKING.</title><content type='html'>I so feel like "suan"-ing someone now. Let me go talk to ernie#2, the doggie and the monkeys on the trees just outside my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see couples breaking up. Theres 3 in my list. I am still confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-313654315653696229?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/313654315653696229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=313654315653696229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/313654315653696229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/313654315653696229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/05/still-thinking.html' title='STILL THINKING.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-6393539600996534455</id><published>2007-05-08T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:46:44.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHARP TONGUE.</title><content type='html'>I am surprised that you still call yourself a student leader. Looking at your behaviour, I think I cannot hide that laugh I have. Kind of disgracing zhonghua student leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm looking down on FIT-IN-s and WANNABE-s. Sorry if you think both describes you pretty well. And if you really think so, try to "siam". I may shoot you suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking sarcasm recently. I think my tongue's too sharp these days. Plus, my English's kind of rotten now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-6393539600996534455?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/6393539600996534455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=6393539600996534455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6393539600996534455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6393539600996534455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/05/sharp-tooth.html' title='SHARP TONGUE.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-2313696249340543217</id><published>2007-05-07T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T20:06:41.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABSOLUTELY NO EXAMS. OKAY, MAYBE ONE OR TWO?</title><content type='html'>And and and, to spike you all little children having your mid-year-s now, I HAVE NO EXAMS NOW. I have no mid-year. I know Zhonghua sounds nice now. Nice nice Zhonghua. Hahhahaha. Only for now, maybe? Haha. But I still have some, they call it the modified papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to do some stupid things in Chinese Paper 2 just now. Of course I didnt do it lah. Sometimes, the brain just goes a little wrong here and there. Its normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-2313696249340543217?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/2313696249340543217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=2313696249340543217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/2313696249340543217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/2313696249340543217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-and-and-to-spike-you-all-little.html' title='ABSOLUTELY NO EXAMS. OKAY, MAYBE ONE OR TWO?'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-5740113481731074297</id><published>2007-05-07T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T20:08:28.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THINKING TOO HARD.</title><content type='html'>I was thinking. And I think a little too much and my head hurts now. I am confused now. Give me time. I dont know what is my stand now. But at least, I am glad that you did not stop blogging because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging's kinda interesting and nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-5740113481731074297?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/5740113481731074297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=5740113481731074297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/5740113481731074297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/5740113481731074297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-was-thinking.html' title='THINKING TOO HARD.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-8202999018871257502</id><published>2007-05-04T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T19:29:22.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:1000%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Friday. Yay yay. I love fridays. I almost made the mirror cracked while hi-five-ing to the person in it. Nothing happened actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I-want-to-flood-my-blog&lt;/span&gt; mood. I know its lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama asked me to read less of Xiaxue blog. She say it will corrupt my mind. Will meh? Got so big effect one huh? Anyway, I just umm-ahh-orhh. I have nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ms Tan (the principal) wore orange top today. Loves loves. And, crazy mornings are great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-8202999018871257502?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8202999018871257502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8202999018871257502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/05/tgif.html' title='TGIF.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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-16648402.post-8165850226141984691</id><published>2007-05-04T01:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T17:22:02.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>313,327 NOW.</title><content type='html'>I cant stand it. The handphones up on the market now are crazy. I WANT ALL OF THEM. Hahahaa. Im just kidding. Who so rich want to sponsor me like that. Unless I be the company's spokesperson. Cool idea. Anyway, there's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nokia N-Series N95&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/Rjoa7KAtuLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/flcsEVS1Cjk/s320/nokia-n95.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Number of screams: 95268&lt;br /&gt;But I dont like how thick Nokia phones can get. So penalty to that: substracting 2834 screams&lt;br /&gt;Total number of screams: 92434&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the Motorola. I think Motorola makes nice-looking phones and I like nice-looking phones. Number of screams before looking at the models: 937&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motorola MotoRokr E6&lt;/span&gt;. Correct me if im wrong. So it looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/Rjoby6AtuMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/t-TII6w9MJE/s320/15277_MotImage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Number of screams: 95269&lt;br /&gt;No penalty. Reason: I just love E6. And I am referring to the model, not class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more, one more. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motorizr Z3&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/RjodWKAtuNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/2ffRrw95QRE/s320/nokia-n95.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Number of screams: 52947&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motorola A1200&lt;/span&gt;. Its a PDA. (PDA is a song title too) Anyway, yes, the A1200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/Rjod9KAtuOI/AAAAAAAAABE/4_GCyQcovqE/s320/15277_MotImage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Number of screams: 71739&lt;br /&gt;Its so elegant. Hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep now. I have to let my throat recover. I screamed so many times. My mouth so tired now. Grand total number of screams: 313,326. Wah. Let me scream one more time because of this big number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-8165850226141984691?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/8165850226141984691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=8165850226141984691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8165850226141984691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8165850226141984691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/05/313327-now.html' title='313,327 NOW.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/Rjoa7KAtuLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/flcsEVS1Cjk/s72-c/nokia-n95.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-7558623199791170224</id><published>2007-05-04T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:13:11.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORANGE.</title><content type='html'>I hate people who say orange &lt;s&gt;sucks&lt;/s&gt;. If you think that way, I think you can go to toilet and flush your head in the toilet bowl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-7558623199791170224?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7558623199791170224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=7558623199791170224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7558623199791170224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7558623199791170224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/05/orange.html' title='ORANGE.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-1151073820755771964</id><published>2007-05-03T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:52:28.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FISH BONES AND SNAILS.</title><content type='html'>I am in a I-feel-like scolding-vulgarities mood. But since I am such a nice person, I will scream to myself in the mirror. Hahahahhaa. Anyway, I forgot what I want to blog. See. Everytime like that. But never mind. I talk nonsense first. Like continuation of yesterday's long long post.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I remember. I SO HAPPY I REMEMBERED WHAT I WANTED TO BLOG. Okay. Enough of these HAPPY-HAPPY thing. And so I wanted to blog about a fish bone. Yeah yeah, fish bones. WOW. Okay, I was thinking, you know, sometimes when you eat fish and the bones will get into your mouth and throat by accident and I know its pure OUCH then. But never mind, let me continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Number one question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, how thick is your throat? Because, you see, the bone can be very short. Lazy to explain. Look at the diagram.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/Rjn-5qAtuII/AAAAAAAAAAU/_AZyxsq7cLk/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/Rjn-5qAtuII/AAAAAAAAAAU/_AZyxsq7cLk/s320/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060355922810747010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats it. The bone prick into the walls of your throat and you feel like you want to die because the pain is so OUCH. But do you ever wonder, what happened when the fish bone is removed? Then all the blood just flow out like some open tap? And then you die? Or what if the bone is stuck there for long, like maybe until you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/RjoAUKAtuJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6JqHfeOPo5A/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/RjoAUKAtuJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6JqHfeOPo5A/s320/Picture2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060357477588908178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then you see, yes, the food substances will all be stuck there. Yucks. Then after 26.7533589 years, it will look like this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/RjoC16AtuKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/L3OE95Db1JU/s1600-h/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/RjoC16AtuKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/L3OE95Db1JU/s320/Picture3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060360256432748706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means all the food will be stuck there. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;OR.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of the second situation. Where the bone act as though its some spring and spring the food back up because the bone is so springy and hard. Then when it cant stand the weight of the accumulated food substances, it will fling them all up. Hahhahaa. Sounds wrong. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Number two question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, do the foods of snails have bones? Imagine the snail stuck with a piece of bone and all the slim starts to flow out because snails have so much slimes. Yuck yucks.&lt;br /&gt;I am crapping like nobody's business. Hahhahhaa. So much so for the SS revision tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-1151073820755771964?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/1151073820755771964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=1151073820755771964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1151073820755771964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1151073820755771964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/05/fish-bones-and-snails.html' title='FISH BONES AND SNAILS.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/Rjn-5qAtuII/AAAAAAAAAAU/_AZyxsq7cLk/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-8941209567166744134</id><published>2007-05-02T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:51:49.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS-ES DELETED.</title><content type='html'>And I deleted all my SMS-es. Now my handphone messages are gone. No regrets for doing that. Absolutely no regrets. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-8941209567166744134?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/8941209567166744134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=8941209567166744134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8941209567166744134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8941209567166744134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/05/sms-es-deleted.html' title='SMS-ES DELETED.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-1485391290368507548</id><published>2007-05-02T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T16:39:18.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MY BROADBAND.</title><content type='html'>I damn happy lah. Finally my broadband's up and working fine plus a faster speed. Didnt use the computer for like 1 and a half days because the wireless couldnt work. Why suddenly cannot work? because the MIO thing from Singtel got so crappy and the wireless plus my fixed line couldnt work. Cannot talk on the phone. Cannot use internet. MIO's fault.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got a lot of thing to blog about. But everything forget all. Oh yes. Didnt know the computers in the school library were only for Project Work use only. I think I know what's the reason for that. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I went for Ba Guan. Cool thing. The glass/wood cup. (do you call it a cup?) Anyway, the person just heat the air inside the 'cup' and put it over your flesh. then the expanded air will contract to normal size and your meat will pop out. Thats the traditional one. Mine is use the pump. Pump out all the air  then vacuum then your flesh will also 'pop' out. Same. But the TCM-er say the vacuum safer. Can control the amount of air or the amount of flesh he/she wants it to pop out. I think the latter sounds nicer. Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/RjhKNaAtuHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XntHzqPmwFA/s1600-h/phpFkQ40S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/RjhKNaAtuHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XntHzqPmwFA/s320/phpFkQ40S.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059875775531825266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay. I got a picture. Its Zheng Bing Hui doing it for charity. I dont know his Ang-Moh name. Pardon. Anyway, he is supposed to have these Ba Guan on his back and get hanged from the strings/ropes that are tied to the cups. For dont know how many minutes. Dont ask me. I am not sure. Hahhahaa. But you can see, that, this vacuum sucking on the flesh to make them pop out are rather strong. Cool huh? See, I taught you a new thing and you can go home and tell your Mama-s and Papa-s that you know what are Ba-Guan-s and would like to try it. I bet you will like the after-effect of it. Hahaa. This is pure lame nonsense I am typing. Cannot help it. I very happy. Finally can broadband and firefox my way and blog (how I love blogging) and listen music (although theres always 3 or more sources of music playing concurrently together at the same time) and surf (and swim? hahaha. i want go kayak.). I am talking real nonsense this time. God save me. Please. Hhahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to write a few proposals so I can step down. Like punishment like that. One is to propose for installation of a computer in the Council Room. I am wondering who should I write this to. Sucks humongous time. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;And I am still wondering what more nonsense I have not write. Hahhahaa. I will leave it as this and be glad that my broadband is up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-1485391290368507548?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/1485391290368507548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=1485391290368507548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1485391290368507548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1485391290368507548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-my-broadband.html' title='I LOVE MY BROADBAND.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovJokaj4X8U/RjhKNaAtuHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XntHzqPmwFA/s72-c/phpFkQ40S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-4113581967936923043</id><published>2007-04-23T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:59:46.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GMAIL CHAT AND DEDICATION.</title><content type='html'>Yass read my dedication. And it was 2355 and I sent it in 2230? Hahhaha. Thought mine sounded cheesy. Hahhaa. And well, good friend huh, Madelyn? Hhahahhahaa. Well, Im always available with Gmail chat. Hahhaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-4113581967936923043?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/4113581967936923043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=4113581967936923043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4113581967936923043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4113581967936923043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/04/gmail-chat-and-dedication.html' title='GMAIL CHAT AND DEDICATION.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-8649006945733419485</id><published>2007-04-23T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:08:18.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WITH SO MANY 'AND'S.</title><content type='html'>Why isnt there 'Orange' in this '&lt;a href="https://survey.britishcouncil.org/wix/p6848293.aspx"&gt;What's your favourite word?&lt;/a&gt;' So irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lots of things happened in Morning Assembly and I am beginning to wonder what will happen when the Administrators come to do their check on the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And going home early to sleep in the afternoon is indeed nice and refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, love songs on class 95 with some gmail chat is time-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, I am talking crap again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-8649006945733419485?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/8649006945733419485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=8649006945733419485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8649006945733419485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8649006945733419485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/04/with-so-many-ands.html' title='WITH SO MANY &apos;AND&apos;S.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-4317286915240411117</id><published>2007-04-22T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T01:12:18.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY BY GNARLS BARKLEY.</title><content type='html'>Crazy by Gnarls Barkley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard this song some very long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Saw the video some not very long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Both were equally nice, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="286"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/nH-b7BNJAe/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/nH-b7BNJAe/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="286"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-4317286915240411117?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/4317286915240411117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=4317286915240411117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4317286915240411117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4317286915240411117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/04/crazy-by-gnarls-barkley.html' title='CRAZY BY GNARLS BARKLEY.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-8019877050772711095</id><published>2007-04-21T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T03:16:11.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REMEMBER ME THIS WAY.</title><content type='html'>I think this song is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/d5LNWwHQpR/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/d5LNWwHQpR/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you lose your way,&lt;br /&gt;Think back on yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Remember me this way,&lt;br /&gt;Remember me this way.&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/16648402-8019877050772711095?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/8019877050772711095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=8019877050772711095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8019877050772711095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8019877050772711095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-think-this-song-is-nice.html' title='REMEMBER ME THIS WAY.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-8991158564003809112</id><published>2007-04-21T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T11:06:45.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAPA BIRTHDAY.</title><content type='html'>Today's my papa birthday. Havent had any thing for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I want to go out. To Toys R Us, Sentosa, Vivo City. Even back to school is alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-8991158564003809112?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/8991158564003809112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=8991158564003809112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8991158564003809112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8991158564003809112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/04/papa-birthday.html' title='PAPA BIRTHDAY.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-543128206410247276</id><published>2007-04-21T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T10:15:45.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A BLOG ISNT A BLOG.</title><content type='html'>I got home at 8 yesterday. And shoot, I just realised that the Norton got a problem again. Guess its the 2-week-once full system scan. I'm off to settle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it seems as though this is another rubbish post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-543128206410247276?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/543128206410247276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=543128206410247276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/543128206410247276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/543128206410247276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/04/norton.html' title='A BLOG ISNT A BLOG.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-5186237659979103038</id><published>2007-04-19T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T17:17:00.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM TALKING RUBBISH.</title><content type='html'>Then I thought, why not start it with a Draft. And eventually it became my essay. Kind of talking rubbish right now, but I cant help it. Gotten myself into a Holiday spirit. With a History test tomorrow. And for those who are tracking my blog entries, sorry for not blogging yesterday. Some how cant find the 'on' power on the computer. Haha. How true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-5186237659979103038?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/5186237659979103038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=5186237659979103038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/5186237659979103038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/5186237659979103038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-talking-rubbish.html' title='I AM TALKING RUBBISH.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-1774931841324200397</id><published>2007-04-17T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T18:04:09.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*ROLL EYES*.</title><content type='html'>Chim english? In my blog? Definitely a wrong match. Try again. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why are so many other people laughing again? Very funny meh? Every time also laugh at me. *roll eyes*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I told myself to straighten all those messy and untidy thoughts and put those that cant be straightened to be put into the cupboard for me to rebond them when I am free. So not funny lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-1774931841324200397?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/1774931841324200397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=1774931841324200397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1774931841324200397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1774931841324200397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/04/roll-eyes.html' title='*ROLL EYES*.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-7386811468012306639</id><published>2007-04-16T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T18:49:01.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4TH DAY AND COUNTING.</title><content type='html'>Its the 4th day and counting. And if you think I can blogging in a manner such that it is meant for you, then look tight. I am not going to take the initiative. You know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I am not in a relationship. Get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-7386811468012306639?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7386811468012306639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=7386811468012306639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7386811468012306639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7386811468012306639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/04/4th-day-and-counting.html' title='4TH DAY AND COUNTING.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-193178444980386938</id><published>2007-04-15T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T10:20:55.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEIRD MANNER.</title><content type='html'>I am blogging in a weird manner. Pardon me. Really unstable those few days. But its alright. Just keep everything to myself and nothing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; will happen. Actually got nothing much to blog about also. Just came to update?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you will have a good week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF9900" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fmichaeljackson.hollywood.com%2Fradio%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FI%27ll%20Be%20There.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF9900;border:#000000;button:#000000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-193178444980386938?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/193178444980386938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=193178444980386938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/193178444980386938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/193178444980386938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/04/weird-manner.html' title='WEIRD MANNER.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-7992737293146934844</id><published>2007-04-12T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T17:26:18.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE DONT UNDERSTAND.</title><content type='html'>A camera without battery. A missing chair. A beef rice bowl. A little girl. A prawn still in my mouth. A Chemistry file. A distrusting heart. Never mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-7992737293146934844?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7992737293146934844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=7992737293146934844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7992737293146934844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7992737293146934844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-dont-understand.html' title='WE DONT UNDERSTAND.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-6259642052308306787</id><published>2007-04-12T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T02:23:10.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A PARANOID HEART.</title><content type='html'>A lost biology textbook.&lt;br /&gt;A badly-done Chemistry Test.&lt;br /&gt;A just-satisfying Physics Test.&lt;br /&gt;An upcoming Idiom Test.&lt;br /&gt;A 4-periods/2-hours lesson.&lt;br /&gt;A paranoid heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-6259642052308306787?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/6259642052308306787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=6259642052308306787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6259642052308306787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6259642052308306787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/04/paranoid-heart.html' title='A PARANOID HEART.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-2194997081089658444</id><published>2007-04-12T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T02:20:55.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONSTRICTED.</title><content type='html'>The constraints are there? Aint that the case? Or is it that I am being too paranoid? I dont know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-2194997081089658444?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/2194997081089658444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=2194997081089658444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/2194997081089658444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/2194997081089658444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/04/constricted.html' title='CONSTRICTED.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-7594020083026381052</id><published>2007-04-09T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:58:49.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVER'S HEART IN SLEEPLESS NIGHTS.</title><content type='html'>2.4 Kilometres Run. Social Studies. And several sleepless nights with a lover's heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-7594020083026381052?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7594020083026381052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=7594020083026381052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7594020083026381052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7594020083026381052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/04/lovers-heart-in-sleepless-nights.html' title='LOVER&apos;S HEART IN SLEEPLESS NIGHTS.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-7181981676946696192</id><published>2007-04-06T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:59:02.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW-AGE BLOGGING &amp; 300TH POST.</title><content type='html'>Since dear Joscelin said my blog is cool, lets do a short update. Haha. I see that many people had their blog shut down or what. No comments on that. Actually, I once thought of doing that too, shutting down my blog. But well, i just have to learn the new way of blogging. Blogging now means keeping lots more personal opinions to myself and not typing it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the New Paper. There was this blog with the owner posting pictures of herself. Lots of things happened and she felt offended. No opinions on that too. Its new-age blogging, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But rest assure, I will not close down this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its my 300th post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-7181981676946696192?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7181981676946696192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=7181981676946696192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7181981676946696192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7181981676946696192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-age-blogging.html' title='NEW-AGE BLOGGING &amp; 300TH POST.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-1070026056743970446</id><published>2007-03-25T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:41:59.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORAL CONTRACEPTIVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;"Last night I discovered a new form of oral contraceptive. I asked a girl to go to bed with me and she said no."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;span class="text"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Woody Allen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-1070026056743970446?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/1070026056743970446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=1070026056743970446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1070026056743970446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/1070026056743970446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/03/oral-contraceptive.html' title='ORAL CONTRACEPTIVE.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-6438710214585210740</id><published>2007-03-18T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T14:15:18.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PULAU UBIN.</title><content type='html'>Okay. So I went to Pulau Ubin yesterday. Slow cycling is really very tiring. And I think the rest are not even sure why they are there. I will be there again next week, with 180 Cub Scouts. Hope they will not irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off to do the things for the Pulau Ubin thing next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-6438710214585210740?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/6438710214585210740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=6438710214585210740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6438710214585210740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6438710214585210740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/03/pulau-ubin.html' title='PULAU UBIN.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-6391986309541737323</id><published>2007-03-14T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T17:22:39.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COUNCIL ORIENTATION CAMP.</title><content type='html'>Council camp was fun. Or maybe somehow related to fun? Can do, can do. Anyway, got a lot of things to talk about. But might as well dont bother you and me to death. So I Physics and Biology SSP today. During Council Camp lah. I slept at 2am this morning to 6am. And from 6 to 7:30, it was the zombie period. But the things are crap. And I think the Probation-ers think I talking rubbish most of the time. Cant stand. I talk to them, havent finish then they 'orh-orh-orh' me.  After that ask them what I say then no answer. Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow true lah. Cannot blame them. Other than nonsense, what else can come out from my mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didnt know I have birdy EXCO-mates in Council. If they allow, I will post it online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time must be careful in what I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to add on, 'HE HATE ME, THEREFORE I HATE HIM. And if you all think I must have done something to piss him off, then it will not be on purpose because now I have no distinct idea what thing I do which caused such strong hatred to grow.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-6391986309541737323?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/6391986309541737323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=6391986309541737323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6391986309541737323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6391986309541737323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/03/council-orientation-camp.html' title='COUNCIL ORIENTATION CAMP.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-6710208208315284411</id><published>2007-03-12T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T15:16:45.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>以后不要讲这么多废话。</title><content type='html'>Today had Chinese Oral Exam. I think Mdm Lau thinks i am talking nonsense in the conversation part. HOW? Later she give me low low. Die. 早知道就不要elaborate lah. She say 学长，以后不要讲这么多废话。My mama say like that the results sure very bad. Lets hope not. Then I went home and do homework. Done:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;E Maths Practice Paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E Maths TYS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Maths TYS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics Workbook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Still left with:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;English Workbook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry Textbook Exercise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry TYS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;History Essay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I think this is the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics SSP tomorrow. Council Camp (Day 1) tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Physics SSP the day after. Biology SSP the day after. Council Camp (Day 2) the day after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-6710208208315284411?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/6710208208315284411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=6710208208315284411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6710208208315284411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6710208208315284411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post_12.html' title='以后不要讲这么多废话。'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-7107838922942137338</id><published>2007-03-11T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T11:42:24.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY DAYS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9th&lt;/span&gt;: I went for 'Disney On Ice: Finding Nemo'. So nice lah. I think the ticket is $39 something. My aunty gave to me and my sister like that. But she asked my cousin first. Then my cousin is Sec 1 mah. Then she reject lah. And the reason is that she think it is childish. So that means when I go I very childish lah. HUH? Where got like that? So I replied my aunty: Thank you very much. The performance is not childish, but the performers are very professional. Haha. Shoot back my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10th&lt;/span&gt;: Job Week. Went to Golden Hill. The people all so rich one. And I think I drank a total of 10 cups of drinks. Cool estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11th&lt;/span&gt;: Working on Scouts Admin stuffs. The rest are still Jobweek-ing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-7107838922942137338?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7107838922942137338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=7107838922942137338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7107838922942137338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7107838922942137338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-days.html' title='MY DAYS.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-4604824908314889629</id><published>2007-03-08T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T11:45:30.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY PAPA CAR.</title><content type='html'>Today was Prize Giving Ceremony. I pity the student audience. Being made to sit in the hall for 3 hours or so and the thing is so not interesting. Luckily they had Air Con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my dad got back his car. I still love this comfortable, nice-smelling car that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;does-not-lock-itself-automatically-and-being-so-difficult-to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-unlock-that-it-made-me-stand-at-the-door-so-long-trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-to-open-it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow that car was quite good. But my papa car is best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-4604824908314889629?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/4604824908314889629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=4604824908314889629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4604824908314889629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4604824908314889629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-papa-car.html' title='MY PAPA CAR.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-3583615276929046259</id><published>2007-03-07T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T21:04:18.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOURNALS AND DEBATE.</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired now. Slept at 4am this morning to 6am and went to school. Almost fell asleep in SS Tutorial. Make me look so naughty. Zzz. And now, I am still struggling to complete Journal entries. So irritating. I hate Journals. Boo boos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was the Chairperson of the Debate for my band versus 5N1. The girl and the class is so weird. So i was stuttering or what not. Haha. Silvia said I made a lot of errors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-3583615276929046259?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/3583615276929046259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=3583615276929046259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/3583615276929046259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/3583615276929046259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/03/journals-and-debate.html' title='JOURNALS AND DEBATE.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-2197000870947377188</id><published>2007-03-07T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T01:14:49.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMAIL ADDRESSES.</title><content type='html'>Yes. Finally close down [ernest_rox@hotmail.com]. Maybe I will create another more mature one. And then close down [ernest_leong_is@hotmail.com]. Or maybe I will just use [ernest.leong.is@hotmail.com]. Only that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-2197000870947377188?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/2197000870947377188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=2197000870947377188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/2197000870947377188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/2197000870947377188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/03/email-addresses.html' title='EMAIL ADDRESSES.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-193354429405313043</id><published>2007-03-06T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T00:05:57.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIGHT IN THE SPEED OF 330M/S,</title><content type='html'>I am trying to find inspiration for Journal. Still cant think of anything to write. Someone help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I got back my Physics paper. I wrote the speed of light to be 330m/s. I can go and die already lah. J Lau got more than 100%. This time I lose to him for Term 1 already lah. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to eat lunch with the Sec 3s. Shi Hui, Valerie, Ziyu and Yanchang. There is really a lot of things I dont understand. HAaa. Went with them from 3 to 3.35. Drag so long because Shi Hui kanna sprayed deodorant. So smelly. Then i went late for Peer Tutoring. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-193354429405313043?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/193354429405313043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=193354429405313043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/193354429405313043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/193354429405313043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/03/light-in-speed-of-330ms.html' title='LIGHT IN THE SPEED OF 330M/S,'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-7521524431201317398</id><published>2007-03-05T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:11:43.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>此地无银三百两。</title><content type='html'>此地无银三百两。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-7521524431201317398?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7521524431201317398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=7521524431201317398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7521524431201317398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7521524431201317398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='此地无银三百两。'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-5911992960682322666</id><published>2007-03-05T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:10:29.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.5 HOURS AND THE SILVER REPLACEMENT CAR.</title><content type='html'>Today went to Mac for lunch with Huiling. Supposed to wait for lynn there. So we waited from 3.30 to 6. And when we walked back into school, found her in Hall. Supervising the Deco. Want to whack her man. Whack whack whack. They re-do the scallop for the gallery lah. No such necessity. But when I coordinate, it went well. The whole thing went wrong when I went away. I so important like that. Hahahaa. Good coordinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad came to fetch me. Didnt know he went to get his car repaired. So he got a replacement car. And its silver. The original car is black. So i didnt know. Then he horn and wave at me. But i never wear specs. Didnt know it was him. So abit xia-suay. Then when I wanted to open the door, cannot open lah. Then my papa also dont know how to unlock. So i was struck at the door there. And Keziah was "loser"ing me. Boos to Keziah. The situation was funny. But you all dont laugh at me arhh. I glue your mouth then you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-5911992960682322666?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/5911992960682322666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=5911992960682322666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/5911992960682322666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/5911992960682322666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/03/25-hours-and-silver-replacement-car.html' title='2.5 HOURS AND THE SILVER REPLACEMENT CAR.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-4232454555966036906</id><published>2007-03-04T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T14:15:40.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY, SUNDAY &amp; MARCH HOLIDAYS WITH FUTURE SATURDAYS.</title><content type='html'>Yesternight went to Mayflower campfire. It was so not high. I think the Sec 1 camp campfire was more of appropriate level. Anyway, the Secondary 1 Scouts are a bit too active. Scared me. First time they see the practice of running to the stage. And for every performance, they do that. Thats too not-Sec-1. Met Gary too. Sec 3 SPL. Remarkable. Totally remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am alone at home. My sister is off to some BBQ. Both parents go shopping I guess. Have yet to have my lunch. So I am going to maggi-mee myself and go Xbox-ing. Havent touched it for more than a year, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so busy for the Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Chinese Oral&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Physics&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Physics&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Biology&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Arm-Sen-Bat-Ho BBQ Gathering&lt;br /&gt;Thats my full-packed weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this are my Future Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;10th (with 11th): Job-Week&lt;br /&gt;17th: Pulau Ubin (Rackie, do you spell it this way?)&lt;br /&gt;24th: Pulau Ubin (the real thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-4232454555966036906?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/4232454555966036906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=4232454555966036906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4232454555966036906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/4232454555966036906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/03/saturday-sunday-march-holidays-with.html' title='SATURDAY, SUNDAY &amp; MARCH HOLIDAYS WITH FUTURE SATURDAYS.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-315879782104343328</id><published>2007-03-02T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:31:09.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2,295 WORDS AND A TEST.</title><content type='html'>Wah. Type out 2,295 words in 2.5 hours for some statement. Because of this, I had not studied for History. Tomorrow, I mean later, got test leh. Die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-315879782104343328?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/315879782104343328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=315879782104343328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/315879782104343328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/315879782104343328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/03/2295-words-and-test.html' title='2,295 WORDS AND A TEST.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-7714858447979045249</id><published>2007-03-01T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:32:31.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS COLD.</title><content type='html'>I went to the coffeeshop opposite for lunch today. Jonathan Lau ordered a cup of cold Coke. When the aunty brought it to the table, she was saying '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hot hot.&lt;/span&gt;' Then i said, 'Its cold.' After that, Silvia ordered a cup of hot milo and the aunty didnt say anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-7714858447979045249?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/7714858447979045249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=7714858447979045249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7714858447979045249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/7714858447979045249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-cold.html' title='ITS COLD.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-561551276630923348</id><published>2007-02-28T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:14:01.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28TH FEBRUARY.</title><content type='html'>Currently appearing offline. Saw Joscelin, Joseph, Dawn, Madelyn, Yiyuan and a few others online. Felt like appearing online, but not, on second thought. Anyway, today's the last day of February, 28th. Its been 2 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-561551276630923348?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/561551276630923348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=561551276630923348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/561551276630923348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/561551276630923348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/02/28th-february.html' title='28TH FEBRUARY.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-9140746190701161678</id><published>2007-02-27T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:52:13.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAYBE I WILL CLOSE DOWN THIS BLOG.</title><content type='html'>I thought an update would be appropriate after 10 days of not blogging. Dont know what to talk about. Maybe I will close down this blog too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-9140746190701161678?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/9140746190701161678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=9140746190701161678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/9140746190701161678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/9140746190701161678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/02/maybe-i-will-close-down-this-blog.html' title='MAYBE I WILL CLOSE DOWN THIS BLOG.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-3726948315717327631</id><published>2007-02-16T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T15:37:32.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIOLOGY TEST.</title><content type='html'>Didnt go for today's 2e2 movie gathering. No mood. But not feeling shit. Still alright. Just a bit tired. And I scored badly for Biology test. I wonder how the rest did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-3726948315717327631?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/3726948315717327631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=3726948315717327631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/3726948315717327631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/3726948315717327631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/02/biology-test.html' title='BIOLOGY TEST.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-6284690317932382890</id><published>2007-02-15T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T17:47:45.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOCOLATE AND MY VALENTINE.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a great day. Finally feeling better. Received lots of chocolate. Even Ms Tan gave me one. But I feel so bad now. I didnt go for her AAR or we called it the debrief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-6284690317932382890?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/6284690317932382890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=6284690317932382890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6284690317932382890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6284690317932382890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/02/chocolate-and-my-valentine.html' title='CHOCOLATE AND MY VALENTINE.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-8824368151463788286</id><published>2007-02-11T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:39:39.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POTENTIALLY-GOLD-WINNING COMPETITION.</title><content type='html'>Lost in both potentially-gold-winning competition: 3-2-1 Flagpole and Sour Grapes. I am so sad now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-8824368151463788286?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/8824368151463788286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=8824368151463788286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8824368151463788286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/8824368151463788286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/02/potentially-gold-winning-competition.html' title='POTENTIALLY-GOLD-WINNING COMPETITION.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-6659335925554379881</id><published>2007-02-07T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:39:40.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOSCELIN THE NERD AND MY NOTEBOOK.</title><content type='html'>Hahaaaa. Joscelin is a nerd. She copy me and go mug for English. Some more its Paper 2 lah. Nothing to study lah. Geek. Hahhahhahhaaaa. Class and school is boring. And someone irritatingly steal my E Maths notebook. Return my book to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-6659335925554379881?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/6659335925554379881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=6659335925554379881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6659335925554379881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/6659335925554379881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/02/joscelin-nerd-and-my-notebook.html' title='JOSCELIN THE NERD AND MY NOTEBOOK.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-2459602720327947840</id><published>2007-02-06T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:39:30.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATING.</title><content type='html'>I am updating. JOSCELIN, I am updating. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-2459602720327947840?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/2459602720327947840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=2459602720327947840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/2459602720327947840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/2459602720327947840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/02/updating.html' title='UPDATING.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16648402.post-5235495168063714467</id><published>2007-02-06T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:24:59.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THEN I TOLD MYSELF.</title><content type='html'>Then I told myself, " How nice would things be, if everything goes as planned by me only." But on second thought, I dismiss that idea. How selfish and how wrong it would be, when only one person take charge of everything. It will be so wrong. Finally, I realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard not? Good and nice english. I write for fun one. Hahahhahhaaaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16648402-5235495168063714467?l=ernestrox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/feeds/5235495168063714467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16648402&amp;postID=5235495168063714467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/5235495168063714467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16648402/posts/default/5235495168063714467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ernestrox.blogspot.com/2007/02/then-i-told-myself.html' title='THEN I TOLD MYSELF.'/><author><name>Ernest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11135088179336429584</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
