<?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-5160957918805412581</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:45:39.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vibrant Darkness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160957918805412581.post-4703870938662776242</id><published>2009-04-07T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:43:46.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a blueee moon.</title><content type='html'>Possibly back from a 2 month hiatus. If any of you know, it's my birthday today! Not that it makes life any better/different. At least I spent my lunch with Dyon and Han Jie! After school I had to do some TA cos I missed the test due to the competitions. Speaking of competitions, I suspect our softball team is cursed! At almost every single match, it rained! What astoundingly magnificient lucky! More about the competitions later. Okay so after the TA, I found Han Jie and Dyon outside the classroom. They like wanted to go eat lunch? Ken said he wanted to meet me at Subway and like when we went to J8 he wasn't there. We spammed his phone but it appears his phone had no battery or money or something or other. That's a lot of "or"s. In the end I settled for a KFC meal with Han Jie and Dyon where we kept niao-ing Dyon about his girlfriend. Lol so fun. After that went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the season, Raffles Gryphons is a great team! Lol. But seriously, we are quite good. Or at least the main team. Not inclusive of me. *cries* But the biggest issue with our team is just that always nervous/don't believe in ourselves lor. It's damn stupid to see our warm ups damn imba but then during the match got some screw up. Luckily in our group we only lost to ACS due to screw ups but the rest of the teams we won even with screw ups. Yesterday, the first 2nd round match was against Maris but then it rained. (curse) Gao Qiao got screwed cos he ponned competition for piano exam so he had to bring back like practically all the equipment. Sad for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-4703870938662776242?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/4703870938662776242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=4703870938662776242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/4703870938662776242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/4703870938662776242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2009/04/once-in-blueee-moon.html' title='Once in a blueee moon.'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-5739520591978363389</id><published>2009-02-01T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:03:37.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is random</title><content type='html'>Okay so now I'm posting again! This time about others stuff that happened this week. Well on thursday and friday, I went gym as required. Thursday after gym we went lunch, or "lunching" as we like to call it. So we were lunching at LJS and we ate our stuff.  We went upstairs and waited to play Soul Caliber. What the hell. David was waiting behind the guys and wanted to play. Then suddenly some guys just cut in after they left. David was like o.0. Lol. We decided not to wait and left. Friday, we went to S11 to eat after gym. I ate carrot cake. It was quite good. I stole some of Ken's fries. We brought Bubble Tea into S11 lol. We're not supposed to. After that we went to J8 to slack cause none of us wanted to go home. I had a stomach ache but decided not to go cause when I left my bag with the guys they stuffed it into the dustbin. Thanks alot guys. Went to Comics Con and the guys pang sei-ed me there. I was like what the hell. Ken saw me upstairs and called me. I was super pissed. Sigh. So we still randomly hung around and soon enough Ken and I decided to go home. He wanted to take 156. I was like what the hell no I feel like going home later so let's randomly walk around Bishan. He was like no. D: In the end we walked down 2 bus stops and took 157 for fun. We stopped 1 stop earlier than my house and we went to Serene Center. I checked out the price for Guitar Hero. Which brings me to my next point. I now have GUITAR HERO WORLD TOUR on a Wii. That's right, a Wii. WHich brings me to my other next point. I now have a Wii. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is like this:&lt;br /&gt;*Ernest checks out internet for GHWT*&lt;br /&gt;*Finds random shop in VIvo sells it*&lt;br /&gt;*Calls dad*&lt;br /&gt;Ernest: Dad can I get guitar hero&lt;br /&gt;Dad: no&lt;br /&gt;Ernest: But it's my birthday+christmas present. And mom said I could&lt;br /&gt;Dad: okay fine&lt;br /&gt;*waits for dad to come home*&lt;br /&gt;*rides car*&lt;br /&gt;Ernest: GHWT is 300 bucks&lt;br /&gt;Dad: WHAT!?!&lt;br /&gt;*continues journey*&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Want a Wii?&lt;br /&gt;Ernest: WHAT!?!!? No not really&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Well I want it&lt;br /&gt;*goes to challenger*&lt;br /&gt;*buys guitar hero band set+a wii*&lt;br /&gt;*lugs it all the way to car park*&lt;br /&gt;*goes home*&lt;br /&gt;*rips packaging and sets it up and jams*&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Seriously. And that is how I randomly got a Wii. Life really is random. Ah crap I should have gotten GHWT on 360 not on Wii. 360 let's more people play it cause you can use controller to play also. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-5739520591978363389?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/5739520591978363389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=5739520591978363389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/5739520591978363389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/5739520591978363389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is-random.html' title='Life is random'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-6154639605074910411</id><published>2009-02-01T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:48:28.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>Okay after a long time I finally am posting about CNY. CNY'09 was met with a sleepy face. I rubbed my eyes and dragged myself out of bed. Everybody was changed and ready to go. Aw. Well I did the necessary and changed up in 10 minutes. We bainianed our mom and dad, if that is the correct usage. Can you bai nian to your parents? Anyway, I got 100 bucks and we left. We went to my grandmother's place. We always eat breakfast there. I always see my 1st uncle and 3rd aunt there also. We ate porridge there. We always do. We left like we always do for my paternal grandmother's place. We stayed there and watched TV while the adults chatted as usual. We ate lunch there. Did I mention I didn't eat lunch or breakfast? I wasn't feeling that well. We went to some random person's house as usual and I stoned there. We went to some house in Marina Parade. Met Jared there as usual. Did random stuff to kill boredom, such as throwing jelly tots in the air and trying to catch them in your mouth. Soon enough we went to some guy's house like we always do. We also always watch a movie there while eating dinner. Was especially boring. Went home. I counted my ang pao then played Tales of Vesperia while watching my brother play dota. Slept at 1. Woke up the next day at 11. We were supposed to be at Jared's place at 11. But in case you didn't know, I live next to Jared. Went there soon enough. Ate YuSheng and breakfast there. Jared took one prawn and suddenly blood started pouring out of the prawn. We all kinda lost our appetites. Went to some small house. The house was like jam-packed with people. The children hid upstairs playing Wii. That includes me. I got owned at bowling. The system is rigged. My ball MUST go left. What the heck. Went home after that. Fell asleep then woke up to do homework. Sigh. This year's CNY sucks. So short. In case you didn't realize, the spammage of the words "as usual" and "always" is to emphasize the fact that CNY is always the same. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-6154639605074910411?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/6154639605074910411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=6154639605074910411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/6154639605074910411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/6154639605074910411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2009/02/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-936014417424588338</id><published>2009-01-24T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:04:42.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the HPPS reunion. It sucked quite bad. We really should just go westmall. Best position, has enough things. Sigh. Heng Kee, Eugene, other Eugene, Alaric and I went to HPPS to see the teachers and blah. Then we wanted to go Jurong Point, which was smartly voted as the place to meet. We had no idea how to go there so we just took 75 to peihwa then 157 all the way to boonlay and walked there. We ate macs and met the guys but the moment we met them they wanted to leave. So much for our 1h 30min ride there just to leave. We left for huifen's house at NTU, leaving alaric mitra and hengkee at the arcade. In case you didn't notice i'm not really using proper punctuation cos i couldn't care less now. Tsk. The moment we went to HF's house, 20 minutes later they wanted to go back to Jurong Point. what the hell. Some stayed to play baseball, taiti, soccer, blah. We went back to Boonlay then MRT-ed to west mall. We played arcade, mostly time crisis 4 and air hockey. yeah. Now my stupid anime can't st ream. so i'm rotting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-936014417424588338?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/936014417424588338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=936014417424588338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/936014417424588338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/936014417424588338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2009/01/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-2340590139057722094</id><published>2009-01-21T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:18:09.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooo</title><content type='html'>Hi again. I have not been posting recently due to a lot of reasons. The main reason however was because I was too lazy to. Well, quick recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Monday-&lt;br /&gt;Don't really remember what happened due to my excellent memory. Erm, school and training per usual? All I know is that I slept from 830 to 1015 after training, after coming back home and eating dinner. Woke up in a huh-I-fell-asleep? manner and did my homework before sleeping some more.&lt;br /&gt;-Tuesday-&lt;br /&gt;School as per normal. During assembly, we had PTI and we did class deco while some where being interviewed by Mr. Pang. I did my Chinese worksheet then. After school we went to drink tea bubbles. At first I wanted to go KFC, but after debating with myself for a long time, at the cross junction I suddenly walked the other way. I bought honeydew tea bubbles, like I always do. Third lang was boring as usual. Remind me why I still take it. Oh wait, the language is nice, but the new teacher sucks :D&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;s&gt;Wednesday&lt;/s&gt;Today-&lt;br /&gt;Boring school as per normal. We got combo-chained by boring lessons such as history, english and chinese. We did ting xie today, again. I tell you this chinese teacher is flipping mad. She is like, totally giving us an overdose of homework lah. As if Chinese is the only language we take. What's with 3 chinese homework every lesson what the hell. English was stupid, finished oral diagnostic test and the others did their lame TKAM work. Stingy nicholas D: His group had 2 laptops but they refused to lend us one D: D: D: Went for lunch. Super long queue again D: So I cut the queue with my usual buy-one-30-cents-ice-pop-in-order-to-cut-the-queue-and-buy-straight-from-the-lady-without-queueing-up technique. But couldn't buy noodles with that technique, so I only could buy a burger D: Finished math, went CCA. Sian as usual. Seniors being stupid again. BUT I TOTALLY LOVE THE NEW BAT WE BOUGHT, TRIDENT. I NEVER BATTED THAT FAR IN MY LIFE. I LOVE TRIDENT &lt;3 Got hit by the ball again. I'm never gonna be rid of softball bruises. Went home. Did math homework, assignment D: Lol I can't believe I knew how to do almost all the questions. Did stupid geog worksheet. Now slacking. I just drank tea, so I don't think I'm gonna sleep anytime soon. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I keep seeing my church-mates in Raffles.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: Softball C-Div is retarded :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-2340590139057722094?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/2340590139057722094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=2340590139057722094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/2340590139057722094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/2340590139057722094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-again.html' title='Mooo'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-1241639082822773275</id><published>2009-01-16T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:24:05.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel cheated</title><content type='html'>After one week, I finally am blogging. Feel too sian to actually blog that often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick recap:&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Went to drink tea bubbles for lunch with Jerome, Lihong, Jia Wei, Nicholas, Wenye and Darren. But we went without Jerome Wenye or Darren cos they weren't taking 3rd lang. Boring lesson D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: After school, I went to gym. In case you didn't know, Mr. Chng makes all softballers go to the gym. Very sian leh, 1 week twice. Then after gym, I went to play tennis with Benjamin, Jia Wei and Jerome at Nicholas' house. He had tuition, so he just booked the court for us lor. I asked Benjamin to buy 2 baos for me cos I couldn't buy food due to gym. He used my 80cents change to buy drink. Must remember to take it back. Jerome is so pro at tennis D: Okay not really, but compared to all us noobs. Haha I got world championship twice, which means beating  4 people in a row. (repeat one guy) After Nicholas' lesson, he cycled down from his house to the tennis court, which was quite a long distance. But he was like cycling in circles o.0 Jerome insists it's spirals. Went home from the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: After school went gym again. Got released super early, because RE was super short. So went gym at 12 10, until 1 20. After that, went to eat LJS with David, then we went to Comic's Collection. He bought some cards, I bought a random ice cream keychain. I was like, "I bought 2 keychains. One was a house in plastic, the other was a half eaten icecream. Both broke in like, 1 week." While I was saying that, I was spinning the thing on my finger. You know, putting the finger in the strap and spinning it round and round? Yeah that, then it flew out of my hand and BROKE INTO TWO. WHAT THE HECK MAN?! IMMEDIATELY BREAK, LESS THAN 5 MINUTES D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: D: After that, went to some random store to play guitar hero 3. Was hogged by some ai tong students. lol. This just makes me totally want guitar hero 3 for my birthday. But seriously, I FEEL SO CHEATED!!! I'm so sure that my keychain just broke like that D: D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-1241639082822773275?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/1241639082822773275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=1241639082822773275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/1241639082822773275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/1241639082822773275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-cheated.html' title='I feel cheated'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-667257405197303466</id><published>2009-01-09T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:00:25.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>1. My friends&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; are weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am listening to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;the sound of my aircon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Maybe I should learn to not &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;to be so pessimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;most of the people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. My plan is to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;not fail my studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't understand &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;why somethings have to happen at the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. I lost&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; track of myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. People say that &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. I am missing &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A LOT OF SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. Love is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;something distant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Somewhere &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;is the answer we are all looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;who I think I am, not much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13. Forever &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;accountable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I never &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;like parsley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My mobile phone is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When I wake up in the morning, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I have to go training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I get annoyed &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;when I fail my own expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Parties stand for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I have know idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Hugs or kisses? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Neither. I'm not a touchy person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Today is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;any normal day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Tomorrow is &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;any other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I really want &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;to excel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;24. What is your phone brand ? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sony Ericsson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is the last 3 digits of your phone number? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;285.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What does the 2nd message in your inbox say? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I just off-ed my phone. If I'm not wrong it's about training though. EDIT: Yeah, from Chandra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you rang? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jia Wei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who was the last missed call from? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jia Wei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What does the oldest msg in your inbox say? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;No idea. Probably some New Year thing, I just deleted all my smses. EDIT: It's a message from my church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;30. Who comes after j? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;MY PHONE IS OFF. I really have no idea. Jerome? EDIT: JANA(couz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Go to ur sent msgs. What does the 10th one say? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ZARGH I"M TURNING ON MY PHONE NOW. EDIT: ADVERT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who is your network provider? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;M1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. How many msgs are there in your inbox? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Who do you have on speed dial 3? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don't have anybody on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. If you are on prepaid card, how many credits do u hv left? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What's a credit?*stupid* If cash, I have like 22 bucks left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What name comes after C? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Chandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What do you have as your main ringtone? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ASTERISK* :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Pass this quiz to ten people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Nobody in particular, should be tagged my Michelle already. But, YUXUAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-667257405197303466?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/667257405197303466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=667257405197303466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/667257405197303466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/667257405197303466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-264511859089927661</id><published>2009-01-09T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:51:54.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute</title><content type='html'>I've just finished watching Code Geass R2. It was so damn awesome. What anime can you find that has mecha and death note kind of intellect. This show really has a lot of human-related themes, and just makes you wonder about life. Is life really built upon lies? Is life only possible if we bear the burden of having various masks? The script writer of this anime is a genius. I really loved that one line, "Geass is like a wish". It is so cool how they link Geass with wishes. If you can't do something with your own power, you rely on other people, and with Geass, with a wish, a hope, that something may just be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this show is very pessimistic, and questions the truth about the human mind. As pessimistic as I might be, I don't really buy that. Humans are so much more than just actors, people with masks. I believe our emotions are genuine, to a certain extent. But as a Christian, I can always rely on God, and not just a Geass. But HOLY CRAP it would be SO cool if I had a geass. Especially Lelouch's Geass, the Geass of total obedience.&lt;br /&gt;"MATTHEW GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY" XD&lt;br /&gt;"ASHWIN DO MY HOMEWORK"XDD&lt;br /&gt;Or I could Geass myself, saying, "ERNEST TAN COMMANDS YOU(MYSELF), BE THE MOST IMBA PERSON IN THE WORLD IN TERMS OF STUDIES AND CCA""And most importantly become skinny" lool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I dedicate this post to Code Geass, one of the best animes in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-264511859089927661?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/264511859089927661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=264511859089927661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/264511859089927661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/264511859089927661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2009/01/tribute.html' title='A Tribute'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-5608526990045123048</id><published>2009-01-09T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:04:52.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New BlogSkin</title><content type='html'>And so I was tired of the old blogskin, so I randomly found a new one. :D Quite nice right? So colourful lol. Wah the Anime list took me damn long to write all. Should it be below tagbox so it's easier for you guys? Comment please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-5608526990045123048?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/5608526990045123048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=5608526990045123048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/5608526990045123048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/5608526990045123048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blogskin.html' title='New BlogSkin'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-4320551156995118985</id><published>2009-01-08T22:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:10:04.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY DISPLAY PIC IS A BOY</title><content type='html'>Hi. Today we had 2.4. D: Feel so tired now lor. I had a 4 hour nap still so sleepy lol. During Geog we played some McDonald's game. I suck at that game, died 7 times LOL. Benjamin keep bragging lor D: So bad one. Got nothing much to blog, EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT MY DISPLAY PIC IS A BOY. HE IS NOT A GIRL! HE IS A BOY. Thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I JUST REMEMBERED WE HAD ART TODAY. OUR ART WAS POTTERY LOL. I LIKE POTTERY FOR SOME UNKNOWN STRANGE REASON :D So we mixed like rough clay and nice smooth clay then we packed it into a cube. My cube was so perfect :D I really like pottery :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I feel so happy :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQaCBerWItg/SWYXQox0MEI/AAAAAAAAACs/znPWFgW8uEg/s1600-h/typing+speed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQaCBerWItg/SWYXQox0MEI/AAAAAAAAACs/znPWFgW8uEg/s320/typing+speed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288940386984931394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NAME IS ON THE HIGH SCORE LIST XDDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-4320551156995118985?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/4320551156995118985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=4320551156995118985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/4320551156995118985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/4320551156995118985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-display-pic-is-boy.html' title='MY DISPLAY PIC IS A BOY'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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/_BQaCBerWItg/SWYXQox0MEI/AAAAAAAAACs/znPWFgW8uEg/s72-c/typing+speed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160957918805412581.post-3326890697687165035</id><published>2009-01-05T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:54:12.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day D:</title><content type='html'>The first OFFICIAL day of school, which means that the friday that we went to school on was pointless. Well, we get to meet our teachers today. Not much better than last year, even worse in fact. Our Chinese teacher sucks. First day already so fierce. I hope she like Song lao shi, act fierce only. In the end so slack XD. Being me, I didn't do any of my holiday homeowork. So today I had to chiong my book review and essay D: THE ESSAY WAS OPTIONAL I SAY, BUT THIS NEW TEACHER CHANGED IT TO COMPULSORY. OH GOD, PLEASE LET SONG LAO SHI COME BACK EARLIER. Finally finished both of them so now I am slacking :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-3326890697687165035?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/3326890697687165035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=3326890697687165035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/3326890697687165035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/3326890697687165035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-d.html' title='First Day D:'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-3382206403236598757</id><published>2009-01-03T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:06:55.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog does not have any visitors D: Yesterday was the first day of school. Which is kinda ordinary. Which does not have much to blog about. Well, we first had a talk from the new principal. We can't call her headmistress D: Cos it sounds bad. But, well, yeah. Then, we had a talk from the year-head. Which is still Mrs. Maas D: Then, we had ANOTHER talk from MR. PANG, WHICH IS STILL OUR FORM TEACHER. GARGH! During the talk, Mr. Pang showed us pictures from his wedding. I saw my cousin there. Yes, I am somehow related to my form teacher D: Had some lousily-planned games later. Which none of us played. I hate our new seating arrangement D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-3382206403236598757?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/3382206403236598757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=3382206403236598757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/3382206403236598757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/3382206403236598757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-blog-does-not-have-any-visitors-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-3909893573101872643</id><published>2008-12-29T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:05:46.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>I are back for a second round of my blogging spree. I woke up late cos I set my alarm for 11 but it was for 11 pm. I feel so smart :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the Christmas party. It was located at Sis. Emily's place, somewhere which I don't really know, but it's next to Cresent Girls. Sis. Emily's place LOOKS LIKE A 5 STAR HOTEL. THE FLOOR, CARPET, SOFA, TV, and EVERYTHING LOOKS SO NICE. On one hand, it would be damn nice to look at. On the other hand, it would be very troublesome to maintain. Good luck keeping it that nice, I know if it were my house it would look like a dump in 5 days. My father sent  Jared and I there. We went after preparing the video we did for the buzz group. Like all ways, we were late. While we were driving in, we saw Sister Em. Daphne and Corine walking in so we just ran out of the car and followed them. Yeah. Well we were in the ex. co. for the party so we arrived at 11.40 compared to the rest who were supposed to come at 1. We rehearsed for the drama we were supposed to do but I wasn't acting in it. I was the narrator :D And so, we got ready for the party. Jared brought nuggets, I, fries. Random people brought random food, yeah. BUT THE MOST EPIC THING WAS THAT JINFERO MADE A LASAGNA. HE MADE A SUPER DUPER MUPER BLUPER NICE LASAGNA. My brother claims that Jinfero did not make it, and that his sister Eliza did. Jinfero claims he did it. So yeah. So we started with the food, then the GAMES. First was treasure hunt, which we all failed at. Cos we were supposed to like find number one, which was like a hint numbered one, and from that hint we would find the clue to find hint number 2. And so on. BUT, we just randomly found them XD causing the game to fail. Okay next game, DOUBLE WHACKO. You know whacko, yeah? A game where you fend for yourself. Well this is different. One inner circle, one outer circle. The outer circle shouts the names, the inner circle gets hit. A lot of sabo-ing and blur-ing in this game. Especially cause everybody was eating candy canes. Haha. Fun game :D After that is the movie presentation, then our Baa Baa Walk. Yeah, narrator, me, yeah. After that was RANDOM GAMES. Some boys stayed back to play super-duper mini baseball in the function room. LOL. We used the stick used for whacko and a random newspaper ball to play. Kinda unfair but, meh. Especially cos I was trained for line drives towards the pitcher, yeah evil but kill my coach okay. We are supposed to aim the ball at the pitcher and gg him. Supposedly, another team used that and we lost the game because of that. We were winning then they did that and 2 pitchers out in 5 innings. 3rd pitcher was too scared to pitch. So yeah. My brother told me to tell my coach to die. LOL evil. Back to the game, I kept hitting line drives into the pitcher causing me to out D: Oh wells. A lot of random things after that, but we really bonded together :D I took a bus back with Jared yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Jared, Dominic and I are no longer in the same Buzz Group (Cell) means we won't spend as much time together D: My new buzz group only has 1 other boy, called Ernest, called Ernest Tan. YES, THE INCONVENIENCE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-3909893573101872643?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/3909893573101872643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=3909893573101872643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/3909893573101872643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/3909893573101872643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-party.html' title='Christmas Party'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-6671420960920758549</id><published>2008-12-29T04:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T04:49:53.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die, Hiatus, Die</title><content type='html'>Well,  yea I've been on a long, long hiatus. Now I'm back. It's 4 a.m. now and I'm not thinking very coherently but, yeah, I'm still gonna post. A LOT of things happened this holiday, and I really could have blogged a lot but I kinda was too lazy to post them then. So I'm gonna scribe them all down here. My mouse is kinda screwed, firstly. I can barely click anything properly and during dota just now, I had to press the same button 5 times to attack that pesky BloodSeeker. Yeah my team won :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SOFTBALL CAMP&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, there was the softball camp, from 5-8 December if I'm not wrong. Firstly, the exco for the camp consisted of: Hui Fu, Ken Min, However-you-spell-his-name(korean)(Don't misunderstand me, he is a nice guy but I can't spell his Korean name), Gerald, Benjamin Chiam and other people which I can't remember due to my sleepyness. If you knew better, you'd know each and every single one of them are sadistic. Yes, indeed they are. Therefore, training=hell :D. There was PT at every single slot they could fit it in, they cancelled our movie period for us to do more PT, and they insert PT into all the activities we have. Yeah, how fun. First day, alot of basic crap and we learnt how to slide. Yeah I can't slide that well but, meh. Had an abrasion at you-know-where on the first day. Of course it didn't heal and dragged on to the second day.&lt;br /&gt;-second day-&lt;br /&gt;Arrived there, blah. Firstly we played soccer across the whole rugby field. Losing team gets 200 pushups D: Yeah but they faked. So, meh. We had lunch at like 11 30. We were supposed to have lunch later but every single one of us felt damn hungry and the seniors were like, NUGGETS :D and we were like, GIVE THEM TO US and they were like, DOWN 20~! Played machine game where I sucked big time due to my abrasion. Ball passed me but I could barely run without wanting to rip my leg out. Then my senior was like, RUN YOU FAT LAZY *******. I really wanted to strangle him and dip his head into a tub of scorpions.&lt;br /&gt;-third day-&lt;br /&gt;Did not happen cos I skipped it. COACH GAVE PERMISSION OKAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that concludes my awesome experience known as the softball camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of random things happened during the holidays yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the awesome part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rad(i)cal Camp&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHURCH CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;This camp is AWESOME! It's not just a camp where you have fun and bleh that's all. It really just taught me so much more about my relationship with God and it really just changed me:D.&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTLY, I was in group iNurture. Yes, all the groups started with iSomething. The first day, I woke up at 6.50. Supposed to be there by at leat 7.30. LOL. My brother wanted to wake up at 6.15 to bathe so I was like, meh might as well not set my alarm. Note that my brother and I were both going for the camp. Then I woke up and saw my brother just going into the toilet. I thought like, oh still early, must be like 6.20. Went back to sleep. Got a call from Jared and he said, "Eh, I come over your house now ah!". I was like, "WTH!? YOU INSANE PERSON I SLEPT AT 1 PLAYING DOTA SO STEP OFF AND LET ME SLEEP!!" Of course I didn't say that,  being the NICE person I am. So I said, "Huh? So early come for what". Then I got my wake up call and realized it was 6.50. RUSHED to change, wash up and eat breakfast. Which was Sushi, for some unknown reason. We managed to make it there by 7.10. I live a 7 minute walk away from my Church okay. I brought a nice big, heavy, bulky bag whereas everybody else brought small stuff and Jared brought a luggage. My brother was a Leader of a group there, called iDare. Nice name, bad leader. LOL! Just Kidding, he is nice to other people but not nice to me T.T. Jared was in iTrust. And so we went there, and went to the porch. We camped there for a long time then went to meeting place to collect our camp booklet and tags and to confirm that we were going and our passport was valid. I met my awesome team there. Consisting of, Rachel(GL), Joan(AGL), Gavin, Joshua, Michelle, Pamela, Jeanette, Oswyn, Clarence, Dominique and Sis. Jo(AL).  Fun bunch :D but all kept to themself for quite a long time. This phenomenon consists of me too, naturally. But eventually we all got together and really did our best. So there, we played icebreaker games. Soon enough, we got onto our bus and got ready to go to Johor Bahru, Selesa Hotel. 4 star hotel, but seriously, worse than a 3 star hotel D:&lt;br /&gt;-First Day-&lt;br /&gt;Early morning service, then lunch. After that, we got our room numbers and room mates. I was in the same room as Damien and Johnathan. Damien was in Worship Min. and was playing the Electric Guitar and Johnathan was a random person. LOL. Neh he is best friends with Jinfero. We got changed into our sports gear for a set of awesome games. Our VERY first game was a crazy mud game. We had to play connect 3 with humans. We played it in some muddy, soapy(yes soapy) field. We had to crawl on some soapy muddy canvas to get under the rafia strings with marked the boundaries of our playing grid. Well obviously, the fastest way was to slide, which I did, resulting in the death of my favourite pants and shirt. RIP, shirt and pants. I'll always love you. Well there were heckload of games and if I said every single one of them you all would stone me or ignore me for the rest of our lives. Well there was one game were we had to send an egg across the swimming pool. Yeah, good times. Powerful sermon preached at night. A 5 hour service. My throat was hoarse from all the worship.&lt;br /&gt;-Second Day-&lt;br /&gt;Yeah alot of things but I really can't recall anything due to sleepyness. BUT, our Beloved Pastor Gary was leaving IGNYTE ministry for a greater calling, to be in the Worship Ministry in the Adult service. GOD BLESS YOU PASTOR GARY.&lt;br /&gt;The food however was subpar D:&lt;br /&gt;-Third Day-&lt;br /&gt;The games that day were meaningful, about taking Singapore for God.&lt;br /&gt;-Fourth Day- Yeah we went home. BUT WE HAD A DELICIOUS LUNCH AT SOME RANDOM RESTAURANT. THE FOOD WAS SO DAMN AWESOME. I WOULD SELL JARED AWAY FOR THAT MEAL. Okay maybe I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention my brother was in Worship Min. and he was serving on most days XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall camp Rad(i)cal was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SO AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I still have the Christmas Party to post about but that will probably take me 30 minutes to write. So I'm gonna go and finish this post tomorrow. Bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-6671420960920758549?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/6671420960920758549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=6671420960920758549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/6671420960920758549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/6671420960920758549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/12/die-hiatus-die.html' title='Die, Hiatus, Die'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-899419037994387612</id><published>2008-12-03T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:54:03.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Training as usual today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New gay changes:&lt;br /&gt;We get half an hour less for lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;Psycho motor is now gayer than ever.&lt;br /&gt;Must have a one litre water bottle, or you can't drink water for 7 hours. That's just the stupidest crap I've ever heard, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch after gym. Ate at Shi Lin. Remember the pepper chicken I talked about last time? Yeah I ate that. Then went to LJS to eat with friends. I was eating the pepper chicken while they were eating their meals. Was still slightly hungry so debated with self whether to buy meal or not. I decided to just buy the Merry Mango, quite nice. Then some random RGS softballer called me. I'm not sure if it's Arunima or what. Doesn't sound like her&lt;s&gt;, it doesn't sound like a bimbo&lt;/s&gt; Lol just kidding. Well I'm not entirely sure, but she called to ask if they could just leave the ball bag outside the store. Well no cos we were eating lunch and Chng made B Div run 9 suicides for losing 3 balls, and there are 20+ balls in one ball bag. They smsed me again telling me that Chandra and Benedict had them. When I asked Benedict later he was like WTF and told me to screw off. Thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Rachel at J8 lol. Was like walking down the escalator and I saw her mom. I was like, that looks damn familiar. Then I saw her brother. I was like, okay isn't that Jason? Then I saw Rachel and was like, "Hi Rachel". I had to repeat the same sentence 2652626 times before she noticed. Stupid Han Jie keep saying, "Your girlfriend right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before training we went to play Table Tennis, at the Kemama shop. Wah biang I stayed there for 30 minutes only played once. Gay sec 2s. At least Samuel was nice ask them let me play the rest were like, who gives a damn about that fat ass. Basket case. Retarded Wen Qi keep pinching me. Wth his pinch damn pain lah. I got like bruises from them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to run two suicides after training cos coach said that Baradun was retarded, in a nutshell. Talked something about timing. Apparently he was only pissed cos he was sleeping and Baradun woke him up-.- Chuen Yan left early to go to NY. Byeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Friday and Saturday there's softball camp. But it's not overnight though. So I'd be back at 8 oclock to be retarded. I'm reading a softball rulebook now. Bai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-899419037994387612?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/899419037994387612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=899419037994387612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/899419037994387612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/899419037994387612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/12/training-as-usual-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-3299214174670250297</id><published>2008-11-30T15:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:03:02.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY SONG TITLES:&lt;br /&gt;Randomly choose 22 song titles and fill them in into the questions (as answers) in order.1. Believe - Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;2. Light up the Sky - Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;3. Signal Fire - Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;4. Beautiful Soul - Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;5. Animal I have Become - Three Days Grace&lt;br /&gt;6. Hands Down - Dashboard Confessionals&lt;br /&gt;7. SOS - Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;8. How to save a life - The Fray&lt;br /&gt;9. Wonderful - Everclear&lt;br /&gt;10. Planetarium - Ai Otsuka&lt;br /&gt;11. Hold On - Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;12. Hero - Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;13.  Meant to Live - Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;14.  Stop and Stare - Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;15.  All the Small things- Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;16.  Unwell - Matchbox Twenty&lt;br /&gt;17.  Aozora no Namida - Hitomi Takahashi&lt;br /&gt;18. Over my Head - The Fray&lt;br /&gt;19. It ends tonight - All American rejects&lt;br /&gt;20. Stars - Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;21.  I caught fire - The used&lt;br /&gt;22. Witchdoctor XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?&lt;br /&gt;Believe - Believe it's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Light Up the Sky - I light up the sky for you? You wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Signal Fire - she is like a signal fire, showing me the way when I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Soul - I feel like I have a beautiful soul? No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Animal I have Become - lol wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;Hands down - I'll win you hands down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;SOS - They can seek me when they need help? I'll probably laugh and add insult to injury. Injury to insult as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;How to Save a Life - don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful - How life can be so, so wonderful. Where at other times it's a complete --.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Planetarium - don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Hold On - he keeps on trying? neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you think of the guy/girl you like?&lt;br /&gt;Hero - She'll be my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;Meant To Live - I won't know till I live it through, that's what I'm meant to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Stop and Stare - Oh God no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;All the Small things - All the small details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Unwell - That's what my wife will be after she marries a crazy psychopath like me. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Aozora no Namida - LOL the sky cries when I die XD Nah I bet nobody will mourn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;Over my head - Hah the other name is cable car. Oh wait that still doesn't really fit. Oh well I LOVE CABLE CARS &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;Stars - I own half the stars in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;I caught fire - They caused me to explode. WEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;Witchdoctor - I'm a witchdoctor now wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag!-Yu Xuan&lt;br /&gt;-Nobody else so go jump off a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL@question 12 from Michelles blog. ~We all know who you're talking about~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-3299214174670250297?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/3299214174670250297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=3299214174670250297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/3299214174670250297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/3299214174670250297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-song-titles-randomly-choose-22-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-1465200304987630979</id><published>2008-11-27T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:36:26.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're swinging it wrongly you twit</title><content type='html'>Today, Jared and I went to the tennis court. To do what? Play tennis of course. Today was a normal day. I hate the holidays. So boring-.- Everyday all I do is play computer games. And frankly I am sick of that already. HOLY CRAP I'M SICK OF GAMES THAT'S AMAZING. Yes, indeed it is. Says alot about how fun my holidays are. I'm going training on Saturday. I have to. Pon 2 times in a row very bad D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About today, my mom hired a tennis coach. So we had double lessons. We referring to Jared and I. Tennis is fun, but I suck at it. Cos when you do backhand, you're supposed to use your lefthand to hit. I'm a right-hander btw. This is using the two handed backhand, which my coach insists that we use.  In softball, you're supposed to use your undominant hand to hit. Meaning if you're left handed, use your right hand and if you're right-handed use your left hand. If you didn't notice, tennis backhand is about the same as the way you hit it in softball if you're left handed. Of course I'm just talking about the rough body positions not the hitting style and blah cos in tennis you have to hit the other side and the purpose is not to hit the tennis ball into outer space. Right. So I find it difficult to use my left hand in that kind of hit D: Then the coach kept saying "nice hit" and "good". I get overconfident when praised so I suck when I get praised. So right after he praised me I gave a shot which sucked. NEVER EVER PRAISE ME IF YOU WANT ME TO DO A GOOD JOB. If you want to sabo me then I suppose it's fine. Throw in a couple of kicks and punches too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap P6GamesDay is so close and our logistics is screwed. I have a feeling we're gonna screw this up. 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Chesty chesty cough and I now speak like Matthew. As in the voice-broken part. No, I don't talk about girls all the time like Matthew D: Lol just kidding, don't hit me. Life is fun during the holidays :D Do nothing at home, I'm rotting. I'm changing all the grammar. Abit. Lol  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Who tagged you with this ?&lt;br /&gt;Alaric&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you have secrets ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you fall in love with a girl older than you ?&lt;br /&gt;Slightly older, yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. Do you enjoy going to school ?&lt;br /&gt;Some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friends ?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I am not gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;6. Which is more blessed , loving someone or being loved by someone ?&lt;br /&gt;I should say loving, but being loved. I don't really know what it feels to love someone much. I'm not the in-touch-with-my-emotions type of guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. List out 15 of your favourite songs .&lt;br /&gt;- Cable Car&lt;br /&gt;- How to save a life&lt;br /&gt;- Ring a Bell&lt;br /&gt;- Planetarium&lt;br /&gt;- 花は桜、君は美し&lt;br /&gt;- Dark Blue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Believe&lt;br /&gt;- Light up the Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Meant to Live&lt;br /&gt;- Awakening&lt;br /&gt;- Stars&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Hands down&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Your Call&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Asterisk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; O2&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Tell the World&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached . What would you do ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ignore. I don't go for crushes. Keyword: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;9. Is there anything that make you extremely happy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;10. What makes you angry ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt; Having nothing to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;11. How would you see yourself , in next 10 years time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unable to slack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;12. Who is the currently most important person to you ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;14. List out your 5 favourite singers / bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Switchfoot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; - Yellow Card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; - Orange Range&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;- The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; - Ikimono gakari&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;15. What is your favourite colour ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Purple. Yes, it indeed is. Don't go calling me gay or I'll throw a rock at you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;16. Would you give in all in a relationship ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, if not the relationship would be rather pointless, no?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;17. If you fall in love with two person in the same time , who will you pick ?&lt;br /&gt;The more practical choice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing that someone had done ?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, it depends on the person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you want to tell the someone you like ?&lt;br /&gt;That I like her. If I haven't told her at that point in time. &lt;-- means I don't have someone I like &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What tv show you most addicted to now ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not addicted to any show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What will you do with a billion dollars .&lt;br /&gt;Don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; 22. Whose message will make you smile ?&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Hut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; 23. Who would make you smile and cry for her ?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; 24. 5 people I have tagged .&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;br /&gt;Seth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;Yu Xuan&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;Benjamin&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;Arunima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;(25 went to go eat pizza at Papa New Guinea) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Something you wanna say to the person who tagged you with this&lt;br /&gt;I hate spanish.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Another tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ONE] Who are your last three texts from?&lt;br /&gt;Chandra, 11124 advert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TWO] Where was your default pic taken ?&lt;br /&gt;Ambiguous question is ambiguous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THREE]What is your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Fat. Ernest Fat Tan is my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FOUR]Your current relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;Single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FIVE] Does the person you like, like you back?&lt;br /&gt;No, Nobody likes me. (bad pun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SIX] What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;Bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SEVEN] Whats your mum's name?&lt;br /&gt;Wan Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; [EIGHT] What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NINE] Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;br /&gt;Not anytime soon, I'm not in the I WANNA KISS YOU MUM phase of my life. That phase is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TEN] If you could go back in time and change something would you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ELEVEN] Do you have a crazy side?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Most of the time when I'm bored. Like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; [FOURTEEN] Angry at anyone?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FIFTEEN] Do you want to see somebody right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, doctor. I'm going soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SIXTEEN] Do you like drama?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SEVENTEEN] When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Not anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NINETEEN] Who is your hero?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; [TWENTY] What is the one thing you notice about the opposite sex first?&lt;br /&gt;Notice? They're looks. (when they talk to you you look at them right. Observe? They're personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TWENTY-TWO] What’s your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;Go jump off a cliff. The answer lies below the cliff :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TWENTY-FOUR] Where did you kiss the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;At home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TWENTY-SIX] What are you eating or drinking at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Maggi Mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TWENTY-SEVEN] Do you speak any other language?&lt;br /&gt;English, Chinese, Jap, Singlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TWENTY-EIGHT] Whats your favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;No idea I can't smell half of the time due to blocked nose.*cue sad music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TWENTY-NINE] Describe your life?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THIRTY] Have you ever kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;The rain in Singapore&lt;s&gt;Spain&lt;/s&gt; doesn't fall in my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THIRTY-ONE] Do you like the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but they give me blocked nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THIRTY-TWO] What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;My noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THIRTY-THREE] What should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;Calling the smallings (you don't have to know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THIRTY-FOUR] What is your favorite memory?&lt;br /&gt;Making a damn nice throw in softball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[THIRTY-FIVE] What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the aircon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THIRTY-SIX] Who was the last person you told I love you to?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[THIRTY-SEVEN] Who was the last person you yelled at?&lt;br /&gt;Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THIRTY-EIGHT] Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, cause you don't go random in front of your mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FORTY] Who was the last person to make you smile?&lt;br /&gt;Seth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 5 people to do this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;1.Michelle&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2. Seth&lt;br /&gt;3. Eugene(not that he knows of this existence)&lt;br /&gt;4. Arunima&lt;br /&gt;5. Yu Xuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm back from the doctor. Waited two hours while reading pendragon. Nice book, but my eyes are screwed. Lol I had to save this post as a draft cos I had to go while doing it, like at question 5. I'm off to read manga. Bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;BTW, astounding fact, Matthew is scared of pills.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-6047390322996694317?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/6047390322996694317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=6047390322996694317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/6047390322996694317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/6047390322996694317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/quizes.html' title='quizes'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-6532899961133249705</id><published>2008-11-22T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:20:41.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooovie</title><content type='html'>I apologize for not posting on this blog which nobody reads. Friday went to watch Madagascar 2 with Han Jie, Kuan Wei, David and Shamus. Sorry Ken :D Movie quite funny, but I'm feeling more or less apathetic now. Shared the cost of the popcorn combo with Han Jie, $4.50 each. Big popcorn and groovy grape. Groovy grape is nice okay. We got a free cow but Han Jie took it. Fiendish Fiend. He got two leh, shamus's also.Throughout the stupid movie Han Jie keep calling me fat whenever he saw that fat hippo. Fiendish Fiend. Shamus was lying on two seats cos the other seat was vacant lol. Cinema was quite cold, but the rest except Han Jie said it was damn cold. This sparked a you-are-not-cold-cos-you-are-fat argument. Sure, blame the fats. Okay partly due to my fats lah but my metabolism is low so I create less heat so it's evened out right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to food junction to eat lunch. I ate the curry rice and everybody else's soup. Nice soup. I seriously don't see what's so nice about pepper lunch. The rice not very nice and I hate corn. Only the soup is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for meeting after that. Was late by, 5 seconds. Like that also tio scolded, sian. Not my fault her watch fast, I set mine to the 10 oclock news countdown thingummie. Went to macs and discussed for like 2 and a half hours. Everybody else bought meals but I no money. I overspent like 13 bucks this week. lol. I stole Jin's fries. Abit only! I already control like crap. Want to take also cannot take. I took like 7 fries. After that we went to Botanic Gardens cos that's where the activity is held. Spent 1 hour searching for a sheltered spot in case it rains. Went home. Slacked. reached home at like 6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-6532899961133249705?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/6532899961133249705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=6532899961133249705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/6532899961133249705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/6532899961133249705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/mooovie.html' title='Mooovie'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-4036551309241872068</id><published>2008-11-20T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:49:33.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dilemma</title><content type='html'>That is what I have. A dilemma. It's like this. The sec1 softballers wanna meet up tomorrow to watch Madagascar 2. The thing is Ken has a course until 11. The screenings of madagascar are at 11 15 and 1210. If we watch it at 1115, Ken can not make it. If we watch it at 1210, I'll be late for my meeting. By like, 20 minutes. And I'll have to skip lunch. That's bad. No lunch=no thinking straight=meeting less meaningful. So now I have to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;P1:Either I go for madagascar at 11 15 or 1210.&lt;br /&gt;P2:If I go for madagascar at 11 15, Ken will not be able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;P3:If I go for madagascar at 12 10, I'll be late for a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;P4:Ken is a good friend and has always been there for me.&lt;br /&gt;P5:I am inclined to wait for Ken.&lt;br /&gt;P6:I have to go for the meeting as I already promised.&lt;br /&gt;P7:I'll miss lunch and lunch is very important to me.&lt;br /&gt;P8:I am more inclined to not wait for ken&lt;br /&gt;P9: Scrap this I'm gonna wait for ken.&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Double scrap this I'm not gonna wait for ken. meeting cannot be late leh very bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-4036551309241872068?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/4036551309241872068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=4036551309241872068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/4036551309241872068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/4036551309241872068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/dilemma.html' title='dilemma'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-628707493332450085</id><published>2008-11-19T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:25:54.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY HOMERUN</title><content type='html'>Unexpectedly, I played in the Softball friendly with some Ipoh team, called Sum T-something-or-other. Seriously I can't remember. They gave our team some shirt thing but I lost it. So rich huh-.- They're all Chinese though, all speak Cantonese. Our C Div were up first. The match was at 8.30a.m but they told us 8. As usual, uninformed =.= We had to reach school at 7. My father sent me but I was late by like, 5 minutes. I forgot to bring my batting glove. I'm not used to life without batting gloves. My hand was sweating like crap and my glove was damn wet. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr. Chng was reading out the batting order and positions to play. First batter, Gao Qiao. Second batter, Han Jie. Then blah blah blah suddenly said, "Ken, Aaron, Chandra, Chuen Yan and Ernest stand." I was like wth. Then he asked us to go get jersey. I was like, me? Me?! ME?!?!??!1 So I got 11. Chiam's number. Damn. I hate him. D: He is apparently some Millionare. I hate him more now. I was Right Field. Wah lucky no ball come to me sia=.= If not I sure miss then give them free runs. I stood there only for show lah. I didn't catch a single ball. D: I didn't even touch the ball D:D: I stole the first run though. The first run of the game. :D The seniors aren't that bad lah, help us pull canvas get equip and blah. Now for a quick review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-First inning top-&lt;br /&gt;We made damn lot of mistakes and they scored alot D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-First inning bottom-&lt;br /&gt;Our turn to strike back. I scored the first run :D The start of the round was accompanied with a "HOLD THEM DOWN" cheer.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;I made a run through stealing bases :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Second inning top-&lt;br /&gt;Alot of mistakes also D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Second inning bottom-&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Third inning top-&lt;br /&gt;More mistakes to be emo about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Third inning bottom-&lt;br /&gt;Quite okay lor. This time the round was accompanied with a "WHACK THEIR BALLS" cheer.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Made a hit but I wasn't running fast enough cos I thought I was out D: I hit a ball straight into his shin but I still got out. Sian I should have ran faster D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fourth inning top-&lt;br /&gt;I didn't play. Was subbed out so people got a chance to play. I didn't really pay attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Final result-&lt;br /&gt;Gryphons:12&lt;br /&gt;Other team:16&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that. I can't remember. The last round we were subbed with all the sec 2s. If we had gotten our turn to bat we could have won. Seriously. Or at least evened it out. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this was the B Div match. They got owned leh. That school the B div SERIOUSLY imba. Totally imba lah. Their batting damn good fielding also damn good. The very first hit was a homerun. I was throwing with Ken while they were playing. Never pay attention. Went off to eat lunch with the other softballers. They all wanted go KFC but I wanted go LJS. Turns out LJC got no more stupid offer so I didn't go. Ate at KFC. Went home in the rain. Walking in the rain very refreshing :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-628707493332450085?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/628707493332450085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=628707493332450085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/628707493332450085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/628707493332450085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/holy-homerun.html' title='HOLY HOMERUN'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-1961190282324789723</id><published>2008-11-17T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:10:39.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;My softball seniors are all assholes. I just hope they all burn and die. BURN AND DIE.&lt;br /&gt;*sadistic time*&lt;br /&gt;First I'm gonna paint their skin with honey, then set ants on them. Those big ass flesh eating ants.&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm gonna dunk them in 90% alcohol solution, burn the crap out of them. Then I'm gonna wrap them in aluminum foil and throw them into a gigantic furnace. Then I'm gonna take them out before they die. Then I'm crack their fried skin off. Then I'm gonna stuff it down their gullet. Then I'm gonna dunk them in ice water. Then I'll throw them into cheese graters.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-1961190282324789723?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/1961190282324789723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=1961190282324789723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/1961190282324789723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/1961190282324789723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/burn.html' title='burn'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-1258561219071824407</id><published>2008-11-15T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:27:14.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiana Jones</title><content type='html'>Wellll, today was just another normal day. Woke up early, went to training, finished training, went home. Wah I reached home at 1.50 then I had to go to church by 3. Had to eat, bathe, and slack within less than 1 hour. Need to travel there too D: Lol I could eat and bathe in like 15 minutes, but so little time to slack D: I've been spamming that emoticon too much. Oh wells. After church, supposed to meet Jinfero at the meeting place for a meeting. Sian I didn't know that the meeting was cancelled, waited 30 minutes there for nothing. Went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Jared's house to watch Indiana Jones: Crystal something-or-other. In case you didn't know, I live near Jared. We live in the same condo. Okay. The movie was quite good, but the plot sucks. Like, what's up with UFO skulls which are magnetic. I'm off to play random B.net games now. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-1258561219071824407?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/1258561219071824407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=1258561219071824407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/1258561219071824407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/1258561219071824407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/indiana-jones.html' title='Indiana Jones'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-5913312641000517248</id><published>2008-11-14T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:11:07.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zz found a new skin but it only works in IE D: I'm scrapping the find-a-new-skin project now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-5913312641000517248?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/5913312641000517248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=5913312641000517248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/5913312641000517248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/5913312641000517248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/zz-found-new-skin-but-it-only-works-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-2690981417111055781</id><published>2008-11-14T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:46:13.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chili Crab</title><content type='html'>Today is another day as per normal. Nothing much happened. Spent the whole time watching Inuyasha and playing Vamp. Vampirism yo. Sounds gay but 'tis fun. Ate chili crab during dinner. My mother brought back some from don't know where. Why did she bring it back. Questions, questions, questions,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-2690981417111055781?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/2690981417111055781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=2690981417111055781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/2690981417111055781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/2690981417111055781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/chili-crab.html' title='Chili Crab'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-7637441341780025500</id><published>2008-11-13T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:28:02.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HPPS reunion, or somewhat of it</title><content type='html'>which I didn't go. I wanted to go because of a hidden agenda, with that agenda being foiled, I didn't go. What agenda you say? Never you mind. Boring day as usual, like every single day of the holidays. Nothing much to blog about actually. This is a boring post. I think I'm gonna go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, happy birthday Jared. Not that he is gonna see this, or he knows my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching I survived a Japanese Gameshow now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch Inuyasha and House or play random Battle.net games when I feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-7637441341780025500?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/7637441341780025500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=7637441341780025500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/7637441341780025500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/7637441341780025500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/hpps-reunion-or-somewhat-of-it.html' title='HPPS reunion, or somewhat of it'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-8603202489754694361</id><published>2008-11-12T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:42:01.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hand</title><content type='html'>is on fire. The left hand. The upper part, below the fingers, above the palm. No idea what's it called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I haven't been blogging. I didn't feel like it. There's nothing exciting in my life right now anyway. Re-cap time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Nothing, really. Played TOV for like 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Training, nothing much. Body ached like a IEIOWOIJOIWEOV though.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Well on the day itself, the muscles don't ache but the day after and the days to come, they hurt like a IEIOWOIJOIWEOV.  Every single movement in my body ached. When I attempt to lean backwards, like 30 degrees off the ground, I felt like a tonne of bricks fell on me. Wooo fun. Right.&lt;br /&gt;Today: Spent 10 minutes on the phone debating with YX whether or not I should pon training. We decided together that I should pon training. He told me to tell my coach I sprained my wrist. I was going to pon training, until I whimsically decided to go training. For no apparent reason though. Bad choice. Training was retarded today. Spent the whole time raining. Wasted my time there. Wasted money on a Mega mcspicy, which sucks. Don't get it. Mr. Chng was being weird again. Want us to seriously hardcore train. Sia lah like 7 hours is not sian enough. Lousiest training in my life. During lunch break I played badminton with some random 1A guy. Sian out of form, I would be able to own him if I played with him last time. He netted alot but I too sian to say. Not being arrogant, but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is back today. He's goign to Brunei for 3 weeks on some Officer thingummie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-8603202489754694361?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/8603202489754694361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=8603202489754694361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/8603202489754694361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/8603202489754694361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-hand.html' title='my hand'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-763193031771087439</id><published>2008-11-10T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:17:52.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letter meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. Do the "Letter MEME".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Tag no less than 5 other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. Then copy the "How-to" Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Template:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dear (the last person who text messaged you):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) (11).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(12),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-Your name-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;January - That night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;February - Last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;May - First of May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Kabob - With Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Red - Insult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;White - My father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy statue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lost - HighHouse - Scarred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The news - MongolicIdol - Masochistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;White - Your ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Egypt - Fk off now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;France - In pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And hence, the story goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dear Chandra (softball capt.),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'll join the monastery. I think i realized it last year when I tripped on sesame seeds and I saw you at the mental hospital sit on Bill Clinton. I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep your neighbour Martin. You should also know that I told in my confession today about our friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Burn,&lt;br /&gt;Ernest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes I hope you do burn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today played TOV for like 5 hours. PLOT UNVEILED, ALEXEI IS A FIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-763193031771087439?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/763193031771087439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=763193031771087439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/763193031771087439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/763193031771087439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/letter-meme.html' title='letter meme'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-1452855905278610890</id><published>2008-11-09T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:20:59.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizie</title><content type='html'>I'm re-doing this quiz as it was incomplete. Well not really redoing, just doing the parts which I didn't do. The rest was cutandpaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL LIFE CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[x]Talked back to a teacher&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been kicked out of class (Mrs. Chua was being weird)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Worn pyjamas to school (WHO THE HECK WOULD DO THAT)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had your tooth fall out at school&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten lost in your school (I have no sense of direction okay?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Broken the dress code in school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Completely failed a test&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Left class without asking&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Missed a whole week of school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Thrown up in school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been beat up at school (beat up? no but hit alot of times? yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME LIFE CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[/] Argue with your parents a lot (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Argue with your brother(s)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Argue with your sister(s)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Have your own room&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do your own laundry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cook dinner once in a while (I fail at cooking)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Are loud and obnoxious at home (Loud yes. I talk to myself loudly at home)&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Wears pyjamas when at home (I don't wear pyjamas)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You sleep in very long (I wake up around 5.30-6.30)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] All you do is watch television&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents are divorced&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your family makes you cry alot&lt;br /&gt;[ ] One or both of your grandparents live with you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You cant stand being with your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You currently dislike one or more of your friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are jealous of one or more of your friends (coughrichcoughmatthewcough)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have known a friend your whole life&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your friends are all taller than you (almost all*cries*)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been ditched by a " friend "&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have memorized a friend's phone number (Ken's, Samuel's, Jared's, Dominic's)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have lost/forgotten a friends phone number&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been to all of your friends houses (I'm not that sociable)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love most all of your friends ('cept Matthew:D JK yo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HABIT CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You bite your nails&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have an odd obsession with knives&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You cannot sleep with the door closed&lt;br /&gt;[x] You cannot sleep with the door open (I just don't feel safe. I'm weird)&lt;br /&gt;[x] There is at least one sound you cannot stand (I hate the screech of metal with metal)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You write stories about mad cannibalistic serial killers (I make up sadistic stories about me decapitating people sometimes when I'm angry, though)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are good at telling lies (Possibly. It's quite easy though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You currently like someone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You want to kill one of your exes (don't have one)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can stay committed for an unusually long timeaaaaaa/&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get bored of your crush/bf/gf easilyaaaaaaaaaaaaa/======= DO NOT APPLY&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A crush/bf/gf has called you a bitch beforeaaaaaaaaaaa\======= OKAY?!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A crush/bf/gf has called you self centered beforeaaaaaaa\(The "a"s are so that the format is kept. I lost my colour code button okay? Too lazy to find the number though I think it's 000000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL OPINION CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate George Bush&lt;br /&gt;[x] Abortion is horrible and should be illegal&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gay marriage is fine to you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Boys make better friends than girls do (Don't really know)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The beach is an excellent place for a date&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pink is an ugly color (I'm Objective)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Needles aren’t so horrible (Jabs don't really hurt. Softballs do.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Human flesh tastes like fine aged veal (WTH DOES THIS MEAN)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have plenty of secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[x] Fallen down the stairs (Psycho-motor abilities fail)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone has tied your shoelaces together (They don't really dare)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had a nail fall off (5-years old. Can of milk. Toe.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Captured, Manipulated, or Destroyed a soul by Ars Falcis (Huh?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had surgery (Wouldn't want to. I have phobias of operations. I don't mind being impaled by a sword but I sure as heck don't wanna be slowly cut up with a scapel)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Slapped someone across the face (does myself count? do fake slaps count?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Killed someone (Right. That's why I'm here blogging)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone has called you a tease&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been to Europe (I have another phobia about airplanes)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have worn something inside out for a whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SELF&lt;br /&gt;[01] Name: Ernest&lt;br /&gt;[02] Nickname: Ern, Fat gay, Retarded bugger, idiot-who-slaps-himself&lt;br /&gt;[03] Married: To the pizza I ate 5 months ago&lt;br /&gt;[04] Zodiac Sign: Aries&lt;br /&gt;[05] Gender: Male&lt;br /&gt;[06] Age: 52398 years old.&lt;br /&gt;[07] High School: RI&lt;br /&gt;[08] Senior high school: RIJC&lt;br /&gt;[09] Height: about 156?&lt;br /&gt;[10] Weight: go weigh an elephant&lt;br /&gt;[11] Do you like yourself: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[12] Piercings: No way in heck&lt;br /&gt;[13] Right or left: Right&lt;br /&gt;[14] Are you a freak: No&lt;br /&gt;[15] Hair: Black&lt;br /&gt;[16] Skin: Normal&lt;br /&gt;[17] Allergic: Dust. You don't wanna be sitting next to me when it's dusty&lt;br /&gt;[18] What are you doing now: Typing this sentence&lt;br /&gt;[19] What will you do 1 hour later: Surfing the web&lt;br /&gt;[20] What will you do 10 years later: Something stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;[21] Live with mother/father/parents: Parents&lt;br /&gt;[22] Siblings: 1 older bro 1 older sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LOVE&lt;br /&gt;[26] You found your another half: At thirteen? No.&lt;br /&gt;[27] If yes, who is he/she: N/A&lt;br /&gt;[28] If no, who you want he/she to be: Nobody currently&lt;br /&gt;[29] Time(s) you in relationship: 0&lt;br /&gt;[30] Ever woo boy/girl(0-100000): nope&lt;br /&gt;[31] Anyone woo you before(0-100000): nah, I'm unlikable&lt;br /&gt;[32] Did anything wrong to your other half: N/A&lt;br /&gt;[33] What was/were the wrong you had done: N/A&lt;br /&gt;[34] Ever argue with your other half: N/A&lt;br /&gt;[35] You with your other half since: N/A&lt;br /&gt;[36] Are you straight/homo: straight&lt;br /&gt;[37] Reasons you love your other half: N/A&lt;br /&gt;[38] You and your other half in which stage: N/A&lt;br /&gt;[39] You woo he/she or he/she woo: N/A&lt;br /&gt;[44] The enemy you hate the most: nobody&lt;br /&gt;[45] Your most beautiful gal friend: I don't know. Or do I?&lt;br /&gt;[46] Your most handsome guy friend: NOT MATTHEW. Okay maybe him...&lt;br /&gt;[47] The kind of girl you dislike the most: stuck-up, arrogant, thinks they're better then anyone else&lt;br /&gt;[48] The kind of boy you dislike the most: arrogant, thinks they're cool, violent s&gt;sounds like Matthew&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[49] You fell in love with your close friend before: No&lt;br /&gt;[50] Your best friend is your ex-lover: No&lt;br /&gt;[51] If your friend backstabbing you: Disown them&lt;br /&gt;[52] If your friend betray you: Disown them&lt;br /&gt;[53] If your friend woo your lover: Send them to IMH, like someone inexistent?&lt;br /&gt;[54] If your friend falls in love with you: Disown them&lt;br /&gt;[55] If you fall in love with your best friend: Get disowned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STUDIES&lt;br /&gt;[56] Are you a good student: Relatively&lt;br /&gt;[57] You always done your homeworks/assignments: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;[58] The teacher/tutor you love the most: Mrs. I?&lt;br /&gt;[59] Always late to school/college: Once in my life. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;[61] You love your seniors: Like=yes, love=no&lt;br /&gt;[62] Senior who you love the most: St. Cheezeburger&lt;br /&gt;[63] Your classmates good/bad: Okay, but really can't shut up and I really want to drive a screw driver up their noses and rip off their hands&lt;br /&gt;[64] Excellent result classmate: Ashwin, Haris, Darren, Adam, Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;[65] Laziest classmate: The table&lt;br /&gt;THE PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;[66] Smart people: E Lim!&lt;br /&gt;[67] Stupid people: me XDD&lt;br /&gt;[68] Good looking people: Ben, Wern, E Lim, Ash, Rei, Anne, Ernest... every1 i know who i DONT HATE XDD&lt;br /&gt;[69] Ugly people: on the inside or outside?&lt;br /&gt;[70] Funny people: rock&lt;br /&gt;[71] Cute people: DESIREE!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;[72] Bad people: rock too!! XDD&lt;br /&gt;[73] Honest people: i know so many&lt;br /&gt;[74] Acting people: Drama?? O.O&lt;br /&gt;[75] What kind of person are you?: the Seth kind XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PREFER&lt;br /&gt;[76] Lip or eyes: Eyes. Preferably both though.&lt;br /&gt;[77] Hugs or kisses: Hugs&lt;br /&gt;[78] Shorter or taller: Taller&lt;br /&gt;[79] Hesitant or spontaneous: Hesitant. Won't say stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;[80] Nice stomach or nice arms: Arms&lt;br /&gt;[81] Listener or talker: Listener. Know more about people around you. It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;[82] Romantic or rich: Romantic.&lt;br /&gt;[83] Good husband or good father: Good father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;[84] Age to get marry: 25 and above&lt;br /&gt;[85] Numbers of kid(s): 2&lt;br /&gt;[86] Career: Don't really know. Psychologist?&lt;br /&gt;[87] Salary: Above average please&lt;br /&gt;[88] Retirement age: 55&lt;br /&gt;[89] Properties value: Decent&lt;br /&gt;[90] Wishes: A lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to play TOV after this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-1452855905278610890?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/1452855905278610890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=1452855905278610890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/1452855905278610890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/1452855905278610890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/quizie_09.html' title='Quizie'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-7796533228583560981</id><published>2008-11-09T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:08:41.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yu Xuan's party</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Yu Xuan's party. Speaks for itself. In the morning, I had training. A damn hot day man, for no known reason. I sucked as usual. Afternoon, church. After church, I rushed to YX's house. Yeah but my brother had to go back to his training camp at Jurong, so I was 2 hours late for YX's party. Ken, Seth, Samuel and Javiar and Miao(forgot this one) were there. Alaric was there cos his sister was invited to YX's brothers party. CUE MUSIC *plays "it's a small world"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was fun yo. When I came, they were slacking and playing cards. Javiar and Samuel were being unsociable and playing handphone/PSP on the bed. Bleh. Well I didn't really know how to play tai ti so bleh. Played BlackJack for a while, gave up. At YX's cake. Nice:D Stole his coke, drank them by the bottle, those 1.5l bottles. Here comes the fun part. so firstly, Miao stuffed YX's pen into the cake. YX was like, WTH!? Then Javiar sat on YX's bed, and it broke. Everybody was laughing like crap. Well it's not really Javiar's fault, there were 5 people sitting on the bed at the same time. So we went out while YX's father fixed the bed, still laughing. We went to play YX's tablet. Meanwhile, YX's mum found the pen, was furious, asked who did it. We naturally pointed to Miao, and he tried to squirm his way out. YX's mum asked Miao to lick the pen clean:D A sight I would love to see. We were playing around with his tablet, and visited random people's blogs. &lt;br /&gt;-CONFESSION TIME.-&lt;br /&gt;We spammed quite a few people's blogs. Firstly, I spammed arunima's. tee hee. I just wanted to type "you suck" for fun, wasn't really going to post it. Don't feel offended, I suck too :D Then Miao pressed the enter button. I was like WTH? and started to gut Miao. Everybody was mobbing Miao while laughing. Then Javiar, Samuel, Seth, Ken, Yu Xuan, Miao and I proceded to spam Michelle's and Anne's blogs. I sure as hell hope they don't screw me for this. I only did it to Arunima! I WILL NOT BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR ANY OTHER SPAMS TYVM, INNOCENT BYSTANDER IS INNOCENT. Sorry for spamming the blogs, no offense from me, maybe some from Javiar, Samuel and Miao:D&lt;br /&gt;-Normal time.-&lt;br /&gt;Soon they all left, and we started to play Tai Ti between YX, Ken, Seth and I. We played TOD too. But as Seth says, "TOD is only fun with Girls". Don't ask me how he knows that. My father called just when it started to get fun, so I left. Ken hitchhiked with me, leaving a sad YX and seth. I left his house, went down and realized I left my unzippable, detachable Jeans legs in his house and went back to get them. Haha. When home, blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-7796533228583560981?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/7796533228583560981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=7796533228583560981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/7796533228583560981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/7796533228583560981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/yu-xuans-party.html' title='Yu Xuan&apos;s party'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-2659542980181213581</id><published>2008-11-07T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:58:44.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short crap to increase post count</title><content type='html'>Type your name with your:&lt;br /&gt;1.FINGERS: Ernest&lt;br /&gt;2.CHIN: e4r3r45jnhre4dscxft6yg (fat chin is fat, small keyboard is small)&lt;br /&gt;3.ONE FINGER, EYES CLOSED: ernest&lt;br /&gt;4.ELBOW: ernest&lt;br /&gt;5.NOSE: 34h433( did this in 2 seconds cos I give up&lt;br /&gt;6.PALM: ernest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, My keyboard is smaller then normal and is not a normal keyboard okay. I also have a stubby chin and nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-2659542980181213581?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/2659542980181213581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=2659542980181213581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/2659542980181213581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/2659542980181213581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/short-crap-to-increase-post-count.html' title='short crap to increase post count'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-2347683514552488554</id><published>2008-11-07T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:34:51.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teenager quiz</title><content type='html'>Stolen from Seth, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Teenager Test (comments in (brackets))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Held hands with someone&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Lost someone&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Never got a chance to tell someone something important&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Cried your heart out&lt;br /&gt;[x]Danced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]Rejected someone (nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I'm gonna eat some Gummy Worms)&lt;br /&gt;[x]Heard a rumour about yourself&lt;br /&gt;[x]Hurt someone emotionally (I am blunt, literally and figuratively(round))&lt;br /&gt;[x]Hurt someone physically (countless. a violent person I am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Got involved in a sport (This question is stupid)&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Got called a dork (Nobody calls me a dork. "retard" and "faggot" are better insults)&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Fell in love&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Went to a funeral&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Know someone who has tried to commit suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Wrote a love note (don't love anyone. romantically)&lt;br /&gt;[x]Went through a phase ( Still am, the OMG-I-LIKE-ANIME phase and the I-SUCK-AND-SHOULD-DIE phase)&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Got ditched. (repeat the song)&lt;br /&gt;[x]Know someone really stupid or annoying (me)&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Got in a fist fight with a family member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Drank Champagne (no way)&lt;br /&gt;[x]Made a mistake (everybody does)&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Thought you found the one&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Found out a bf/gf cheated on you&lt;br /&gt;[x]Lied to your parents (alot, sadly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Been lied to (everybody lies, as I quote House)&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Felt like the happiest person in the world&lt;br /&gt;[x]Felt like dying (I have emo phases too okay)&lt;br /&gt;[x]Had a crush  (when I was 5. lasted 1 week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Prayed&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Texted in class (I barely text or get texted)&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Smoked a cigarette (I hope I never do)&lt;br /&gt;[  ]Had more than one crush at a time (One crush only)&lt;br /&gt;[x]Disliked someone (duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grand total: &lt;s&gt;73&lt;/s&gt; 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;%: 14*3= 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'm 42% teenager. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I procrastinated on the play TOV part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-2347683514552488554?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/2347683514552488554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=2347683514552488554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/2347683514552488554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/2347683514552488554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/teenager-quiz.html' title='teenager quiz'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-3468311072198149894</id><published>2008-11-07T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:05:49.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woah</title><content type='html'>I'm just stunned by this song. It's so damn nice, I'm addicted to it. Been listening to it non-stop. It's the theme song from TOV. It's so damn nice and catchy. There's an english and a japanese version of it both sung by the same artiste, Bonnie Pink. One of the few Japanese who can sing in Jap and English relatively well. Back to the song, it's called Ring a Bell. Pity I can't sing it, I'm tonedeaf. But nobody's at home, maybe I can just... *breaks into song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6WI7EWPjxc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6WI7EWPjxc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8fbqoR2Vjag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8fbqoR2Vjag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jap&lt;br /&gt;Judge for yourself her bilinguality.&lt;br /&gt;The MTV is also damn nice. I love the drawing sketchy effect thingummy. I'm off to play TOV and eat grapes, have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-3468311072198149894?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/3468311072198149894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=3468311072198149894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/3468311072198149894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/3468311072198149894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/woah.html' title='woah'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-6868393807285829777</id><published>2008-11-07T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:58:58.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, I'm lame</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to play tennis with Jared. My life is boring okay? Nothing but computer games, tennis, table tennis and softball. I was too lazy to blog yesterday, more tired as well. My muscles were stiff as heck and every movement involving my thigh muscles hurt like a cow sitting on my head. Oh wait, forgot I went to catch a movie with the 1q-ers. Not really catch a movie, more like forced to go. Doesn't really matter.  Being at home is boring. We watched Quantum of Solace. Saw Dyon, Benedict, Chuen Yen, Kuan Wei and some random guys there. The moment I said hi to Dyon, he started shouting at me for no damn reason. Retarded. I actually dictionary.com-ed it up. Quantum of Solace means like a bit of comfort. Don't ask me why. Quantum = amount, Solace = comfort from something. The movie was okay, I have nothing to say about it. We went to eat and raided Macs. We were sitting next to Mr. Pang and talking random crap. I was stealing his ice cubes from his finished pepsi. I like ice cubes okay? They're nice and cold and when they melt the water is nice to drink too. Went home with Jerome, Wenye and Matthew. I really wanted to rent them my computers so I get free money but they never pay D: I don't even know why I let Matthew come to my house lah. He was being retarded in my house and screwing my comp.&lt;br /&gt;Ernest: Yay let's go my house so I get money&lt;br /&gt;Matthew: You all going his house? I'm going Gym.&lt;br /&gt;Ernest:(smiles thankfully) erm, yeah just go Gym.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew: Don't want me in your house right? Okay lah I go your house.&lt;br /&gt;Ernest: NOOOOOOO DON'T COME MY HOUSE GO GYM.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so he came to my house. Confound it. Matthew was doing something stupid to my comp =.= If you REEAAAALLY wanna know you can MSN me. Jerome was trying to play Halo 3 but I ran out of battery for 1 controller. I use those rechargable batteries so I was charging them then. I used those normal batteries to put in the controller so Matthew could play with Jerome. Wenye used to comp to play Neopets. Right, Neopets. Mock him all you want, he's following his dream XD Just kidding. Matthew sucks at Halo. He got owned and asked me to help. I took the controller and won Jerome :D I'm pretty good at FPS games just that play 5 minutes then headache liao. Sian shi1bai1 sia. DAME DAME DAME DAME DAME DAME DAME DAME DAME&lt;br /&gt;We went down to play tennis with my cousin. I let wenye stay up cos I trusted him. Then he go install 2 stupid games on my comp =.= I had a really screwed tennis racquet. Hold it then your hand all black liao. But Jared had 2 racquets:D Matthew stole one.... So I used the screwed racquet. Then we swapped. Haha then Jared's Racquet handle became all black as well. But can't come out, good and bad. Hand won't be dirty, but racquets looks ugly. All of us can't play tennis cept Jerome, and guess what happens when 3 idiots play tennis. BYE TENNIS BALLS. Actually Matthew lost all of them. 2 went out of my condo and into the condo on the right and 1 went to the bungalo on my left. Thanks, yo. $3.50 by tomorrow :D The only thing I could do okay was serve. My serve is quite okay, just above the net for some tricksyness. TRICKSYNESS IS A NEW WORD TYVM. Slacked the whole night, played dota with Darren. Wah it's damn hard to teach someone to play dota sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-6868393807285829777?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/6868393807285829777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=6868393807285829777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/6868393807285829777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/6868393807285829777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeah-im-lame.html' title='yeah, I&apos;m lame'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-8991375300259019859</id><published>2008-11-04T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:06:08.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of school. So here comes boredom. Softball is thrice a week, from 11-7 o'clock. How fun. I don't really feel like posting, though. Briefly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last period: Headmaster's speech. Boring. Ended at 10.45. By 10.30, I urgently needed to pee. I sat there, grimacing. 10.45, speech ended. Announcements. Damn it. 11, still announcements. By now I wanted to kill each and every single one around me. Benjamin was being a retard and stuffing confetti into my bag. He's gonna die on Thursday. 11.10, finally finished the crappy announcements. I really wanted to die now. I went the the toilet at the canteen. Full Queue. Went to the toilet above, waited like a crap-head who wanted to die. Finally I went to the toilet and relieved myself. We were supposed to go KFC to celebrate. All left without me. I rushed to J8 and caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, HK and Ken came over. Played table tennis with Jared. Same old, still fun. I'm improving though. After that, raided my house. Played X-box and hijacked my comp to play rakion. HK left at 6. The rest left at 9.45. I feel bored now. Tomorrow got training damn lah. So much training sian. Stupid season Term 1 Wk 10 can't blame them though, but it's friggin screwed. Like 7 hours times 3 a week. I'm going to cry now. I also dropped a cup. It's a nice glass cup which was used quite frequently. I dropped it at a height of not more than 30cm, yet it shattered like a window-pane being fired at by a rail gun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-8991375300259019859?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/8991375300259019859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=8991375300259019859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/8991375300259019859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/8991375300259019859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-1528128110395538559</id><published>2008-11-03T22:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:11:51.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizie</title><content type='html'>I got tagged by Alaric. Damn I got tagged so many times. I feel so touc- sad. Tag me more yo. I can't do the music quiz, I don't have much music. 30 songs won't do it I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL LIFE CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[x]Talked back to a teacher&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been kicked out of class (Mrs. Chua was being weird)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Worn pyjamas to school (WHO THE HECK WOULD DO THAT)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had your tooth fall out at school&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gotten lost in your school (I have no sense of direction okay?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Broken the dress code in school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Completely failed a test&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Left class without asking&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Missed a whole week of school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Thrown up in school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been beat up at school (beat up? no but hit alot of times? yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME LIFE CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[/] Argue with your parents a lot (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Argue with your brother(s)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Argue with your sister(s)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Have your own room&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Do your own laundry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cook dinner once in a while (I fail at cooking)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Are loud and obnoxious at home (Loud yes. I talk to myself loudly at home)&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Wears pyjamas when at home (I don't wear pyjamas)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You sleep in very long (I wake up around 5.30-6.30)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] All you do is watch television&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your parents are divorced&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your family makes you cry alot&lt;br /&gt;[ ] One or both of your grandparents live with you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You cant stand being with your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You currently dislike one or more of your friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are jealous of one or more of your friends (coughrichcoughmatthewcough)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have known a friend your whole life&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your friends are all taller than you (almost all*cries*)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been ditched by a " friend "&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have memorized a friend's phone number (Ken's, Samuel's, Jared's, Dominic's)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have lost/forgotten a friends phone number&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been to all of your friends houses (I'm not that sociable)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love most all of your friends ('cept Matthew:D JK yo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HABIT CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You bite your nails&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have an odd obsession with knives&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You cannot sleep with the door closed&lt;br /&gt;[x] You cannot sleep with the door open (I just don't feel safe. I'm weird)&lt;br /&gt;[x] There is at least one sound you cannot stand (I hate the screech of metal with metal)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You write stories about mad cannibalistic serial killers (I make up sadistic stories about me decapitating people sometimes when I'm angry, though)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are good at telling lies (Possibly. It's quite easy though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You currently like someone&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You want to kill one of your exes (don't have one)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You can stay committed for an unusually long time&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;aaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get bored of your crush/bf/gf easily&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;/======= DO NOT APPLY&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A crush/bf/gf has called you a bitch before&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;\=======    OKAY?!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] A crush/bf/gf has called you self centered before&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;aaaaaaa&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(The "a"s are so that the format is kept. I lost my colour code button okay? Too lazy to find the number though I think it's 000000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL OPINION CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate George Bush&lt;br /&gt;[x] Abortion is horrible and should be illegal&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gay marriage is fine to you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Boys make better friends than girls do (Don't really know)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The beach is an excellent place for a date&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pink is an ugly color (I'm Objective)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Needles aren’t so horrible (Jabs don't really hurt. Softballs do.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Human flesh tastes like fine aged veal (WTH DOES THIS MEAN)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have plenty of secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER CONFESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;[x] Fallen down the stairs (Psycho-motor abilities fail)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone has tied your shoelaces together (They don't really dare)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had a nail fall off (5-years old. Can of milk. Toe.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Captured, Manipulated, or Destroyed a soul by Ars Falcis (Huh?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had surgery (Wouldn't want to. I have phobias of operations. I don't mind being impaled by a sword but I sure as heck don't wanna be slowly cut up with a scapel)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Slapped someone across the face (does myself count? do fake slaps count?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Killed someone (Right. That's why I'm here blogging)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Someone has called you a tease&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been to Europe (I have another phobia about airplanes)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have worn something inside out for a whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SELF&lt;br /&gt;[01] Name: Ernest&lt;br /&gt;[02] Nickname: Ern, Fat gay, Retarded bugger, idiot-who-slaps-himself&lt;br /&gt;[03] Married: To the pizza I ate 5 months ago&lt;br /&gt;[04] Zodiac Sign: Aries&lt;br /&gt;[05] Gender: Male&lt;br /&gt;[06] Age: 52398 years old.&lt;br /&gt;[07] High School: RI&lt;br /&gt;[08] Senior high school: RIJC&lt;br /&gt;[09] Height: about 156?&lt;br /&gt;[10] Weight: go weigh an elephant&lt;br /&gt;[11] Do you like yourself: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[12] Piercings: No way in heck&lt;br /&gt;[13] Right or left: Right&lt;br /&gt;[14] Are you a freak: No&lt;br /&gt;[15] Hair: Black&lt;br /&gt;[16] Skin: Normal&lt;br /&gt;[17] Allergic: Dust. You don't wanna be sitting next to me when it's dusty&lt;br /&gt;[18] What are you doing now: Typing this sentence&lt;br /&gt;[19] What will you do 1 hour later: Surfing the web&lt;br /&gt;[20] What will you do 10 years later: Something stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;[21] Live with mother/father/parents: Parents&lt;br /&gt;[22] Siblings: 1 older bro 1 older sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;This section was skipped(yo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STUDIES&lt;br /&gt;[56] Are you a good student: Relatively&lt;br /&gt;[57] You always done your homeworks/assignments: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;[58] The teacher/tutor you love the most: Mrs. I?&lt;br /&gt;[59] Always late to school/college: Once in my life. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;[61] You love your seniors: Like=yes, love=no&lt;br /&gt;[62] Senior who you love the most: St. Cheezeburger&lt;br /&gt;[63] Your classmates good/bad: Okay, but really can't shut up and I really want to drive a screw driver up their noses and rip off their hands&lt;br /&gt;[64] Excellent result classmate: Ashwin, Haris, Darren, Adam, Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;[65] Laziest classmate: The table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT ONE~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Sounds You Hear On A Daily Basis&lt;br /&gt;10. Keyboard&lt;br /&gt;9. Mouse&lt;br /&gt;8. MSN sign-in alert&lt;br /&gt;7. MSN message alert&lt;br /&gt;6. My own voice&lt;br /&gt;5. Classmates' voices&lt;br /&gt;4. Silence&lt;br /&gt;3. Sound of drinking water&lt;br /&gt;2. Matthew screaming at someone&lt;br /&gt;1. The aircon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine Animals You Like, But Wouldn't Want As Pets (I just changed all Alaric's answers)&lt;br /&gt;9. Dolphin with 3 eyes and 2 tails&lt;br /&gt;8. Whale with legs&lt;br /&gt;7. Horse with wings&lt;br /&gt;6. Hawk which can talk&lt;br /&gt;5. Eagle which can do somersaults in water&lt;br /&gt;4. polar bears which can unleash a Kamehameha&lt;br /&gt;3. Panda which eats meat&lt;br /&gt;2. Cheetah which plays "cheat"&lt;br /&gt;1. Hedgehog which can impale other people with it's shooting spikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight Bands You Discovered in 2008&lt;br /&gt;8.I&lt;br /&gt;7.D&lt;br /&gt;6.O&lt;br /&gt;5.N'T&lt;br /&gt;4.C&lt;br /&gt;3.A&lt;br /&gt;2.R&lt;br /&gt;1.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things Sitting On You Kitchen Counter ( screw this quiz it sucks)&lt;br /&gt;7. Cup&lt;br /&gt;6. Water Jugs&lt;br /&gt;5. Table mats&lt;br /&gt;4. My worksheets&lt;br /&gt;3. Water bottle&lt;br /&gt;2. Oven&lt;br /&gt;1. Microwave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Colours You're Wearing (includes accessories)&lt;br /&gt;6. Blue&lt;br /&gt;5. Black&lt;br /&gt;4. white&lt;br /&gt;3. Grey&lt;br /&gt;2. Beige (SKIN IS MY ACCESSORY)&lt;br /&gt;1. Red (GOOO RASHES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Things Written This Month On You Calendar&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't&lt;br /&gt;4. write things&lt;br /&gt;3. on my&lt;br /&gt;2. retarded&lt;br /&gt;1. calendar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Possible Reasons You'd Be In A Hospital&lt;br /&gt;4. Someone I know fell sick&lt;br /&gt;3. I got hit by a softball&lt;br /&gt;2. I hit someone with a softball&lt;br /&gt;1. I tried to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Languages You'd Like To Learn&lt;br /&gt;3. Chinese (I SUCK AT IT SO IT COUNTS)&lt;br /&gt;2. Sign language&lt;br /&gt;1. DON'T KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Board Games You Played Last&lt;br /&gt;2. Jungle Speed&lt;br /&gt;1. UBONGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Reason To Keep On Going Even When You Want To Give Up&lt;br /&gt;1. I get a cookie at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 10 people&lt;br /&gt;1. I&lt;br /&gt;2. Hate&lt;br /&gt;3. This&lt;br /&gt;4. But&lt;br /&gt;5. Still&lt;br /&gt;6. Seth&lt;br /&gt;7. Ben&lt;br /&gt;8. Lihong&lt;br /&gt;9. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;10. Erm... YUXUAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISHED ALL THE DARN QUIZES FINALLY. Oh and by the way, I've finished chapters 230-424 of the naruto manga in 9 hours. Now I have nothing to do. Darn it. GOO ITACHI, GET REVIVED BY MY NEWFOUND RESPECT FOR YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-1528128110395538559?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/1528128110395538559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=1528128110395538559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/1528128110395538559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/1528128110395538559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/quizie.html' title='quizie'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-533237955681553976</id><published>2008-11-01T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:53:53.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz steal</title><content type='html'>Out of boredom, I'm doing this quiz. I stole it, by the way. Well it's not really steal if you have permission, so darn. I still stole it okay!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt; Who doesn't? Not that I'm going to tell you though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) How do you explain love?&lt;br /&gt; Who What Where Why When How?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you got that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you enjoy going to school?&lt;br /&gt; Actually yes. Staying at home is boring. Studying and lessons are boring though. Going to school and being in it isn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt; What wouldn't I? Okay a lot of things but meh. I would research slimming pills which are healthy. Yes I would. I would use the rest to research health-related thingummies. Health is good, but too much of a hassle. Isn't it good to be healthy but don't have to do much? &lt;----Slacker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Would you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt; I'm not into guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt; Being loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) List out your current 10 favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;1. Over my Head(Cable Car) - The Fray&lt;br /&gt;2. Asterisk* - Orange Range&lt;br /&gt;3. Gekidou - Uverworld&lt;br /&gt;4. How to save a life - The Fray&lt;br /&gt;5. Collide - Howie Day&lt;br /&gt;6. Hana wa sakura, kimi wa utsukushi - Ikimono Gakari&lt;br /&gt;7. Wine Red - The Hush sound&lt;br /&gt;8. Hold on - Jonas brothers&lt;br /&gt;9. Light up the sky - Yellow Card&lt;br /&gt;10. Believe - Yellow Card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If the person you secretly like is attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt; Depends how much I like her. If I like her alot, I'll wait. If I don't, I'll just move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Is there anything which has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt; Not failing the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) List the artists you listen to.&lt;br /&gt;1. Yellow Card !!&lt;br /&gt;2. Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;3. Howie Day&lt;br /&gt;4. All american rejects !!&lt;br /&gt;5. The Fray&lt;br /&gt;6. Paramore&lt;br /&gt;7. Linken Park&lt;br /&gt;8. Switchfoot !!&lt;br /&gt;9. Angels &amp; Airwaves&lt;br /&gt;10. Dashboard Confessionals &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt; Skinny (Oh God please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What is currently the most important thing to you?&lt;br /&gt; Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) What is the kind of person you think who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt; It's inexistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Would you rather have a rich but ugly husband or poor but handsome husband?&lt;br /&gt; Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) What are your favourite colours?&lt;br /&gt; Purple&lt;br /&gt; Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Would you give an all in your relationship?&lt;br /&gt; DOES NOT MAKE SENSE. But due to the wonderful skills of deduction, I think I would. If not, there's no point in being in a relationship if you are not serious. People who have relationships and hurt other people or are not serious are assholes. Yes, you, Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt; The more practical choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing someone has done?&lt;br /&gt; Depends on how close the person is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt; Currently, single. We are emotionally unstable at this stage and I don't like getting ranted at by a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) 5 people to tag&lt;br /&gt;1. Li Hong when his computer revives&lt;br /&gt;2. Ben (double tagged yo)&lt;br /&gt;3. Jia Wei&lt;br /&gt;4. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;5. Yu Xuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading Naruto manga. I started at like chapter 230 XD Not exactly a bad thing as I've watched the anime till 176 before. I can't believe I put up with SO DAMN MANY FILLERS. Lol Sasori just died. Lol so many people died. I don't like Itachi, he has issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from my chat with Jerome. Now this is after how he said his sis said my DP sucks so I changed it. Photoshopped it myself I know it sucks so don't say anything about it. Cut out some useless crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Asterisk *     says:&lt;br /&gt;better?&lt;br /&gt;           Asterisk *     says:&lt;br /&gt;i know the gradient sucks&lt;br /&gt;           Asterisk *     says:&lt;br /&gt;but meh&lt;br /&gt;Sparrow says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Sparrow says:&lt;br /&gt;but hot&lt;br /&gt;           *Vesperia *     says:&lt;br /&gt;isit niiice&lt;br /&gt;           *Vesperia *     says:&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;           *Vesperia *     says:&lt;br /&gt;HOT?!&lt;br /&gt;Sparrow says:&lt;br /&gt;girl'&lt;br /&gt;           *Vesperia *     says:&lt;br /&gt;it's a guy&lt;br /&gt;           *&lt;br /&gt;Sparrow says:&lt;br /&gt;cant see&lt;br /&gt;           *Vesperia *     says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;           *Vesperia *     says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE GAY&lt;br /&gt;           *Vesperia *     says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHAAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when he asked me to shut up cos his sister was looking at his screen. Ahaha, gay. I have issues too. LET'S EMO IN THE CORNER, ITACHI-SAMA~~ Okay I didn't say that. I seriously don't like Itachi okay? Don't question my sexual orientation over this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-533237955681553976?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/533237955681553976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=533237955681553976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/533237955681553976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/533237955681553976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiz-steal.html' title='Quiz steal'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-3732182705297871110</id><published>2008-10-31T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:41:35.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BoredBoard Games</title><content type='html'>In school, we just crapped the whole day. Watch movies for all the periods cept Philosophy then slacked. First period was Science, we watched Tom and Jerry. Lame crap. I watched Lihong play his PSP under his desk. He still can't beat Tsunade if I'm not wrong. It's a naruto fighting game. I was massaging Matthew's back for another $1 today. Matthew is &lt;s&gt;retarded&lt;/s&gt; rich. &lt;s&gt;Must exploit him more.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was math. Watched some lame donald duck movie. It's about math. Quite interesting actually, about golden ratios and blah but I was sleepy and tried to sleep and couldn't cos everyone was busy laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess was Chinese. She came 10 minutes late so we slacked longer for recess. We watched shaolinzuqiu. Matthew wanted me to massage him longer for another 2 bucks but I was bored and told him to bugger off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was philo. Philosophy was just a lesson where we got back all our assignments and blah. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home via 157 with Heng Kee then slacked at home till 2.20. Went out to the bus stop opposite my house to wait for my friends. A short 5 minutes walk. I went too darn early. Waited for like 15 minutes then they arrived. We took their car(their parent's) to Holland V. to some cafe. &lt;i&gt;Settler's cafe&lt;/i&gt; if I'm not wrong. I impaled my tailbone on the seatbelt buckle thing. Hurt like crap. Seriously. I was grimacing in pain and gripping my leg so damn hard, trying not to make a sound. I'm still wondering why the seatbelt buckle was JUTTING OUT OF THE SEAT. BY A LOT. I'm wondering what happened to blogger layout. I mean, I can't find the colour button, font button and underline button. I can't be bothered to find the colour codes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we arrived at settler's cafe and sat down. It was a cafe where you could play board games. There were LOADS of board games, supposedly unable to be found at shops. Their food was quite damn nice actually. Onion rings, friend chicken, hear this: friend fish strips; you know those kind of dafa fish fish strips? nice things. But they're fried! TASTES GREAT, nuggets. We played for a bit then others came. The first game we played was Jungle Speed. Never heard of it? Neither did I. Damn fun. We each place down cards one by one, then if you have a similar shape as another person you take the totem in the middle. Must take it by the bottom. If you take it by the top, you lose. There are cards which look quite similar to each other, and if you take the totem wrongly everybody gives you one card. The objective is to clear all your cards first. The thing is that though you may seem to be winning, if you have like 1 card in hand and the rest placed down as you didn't grab the totem until then, and you lose, you take all your cards placed down back and the winners pile. Yeah when you grab the totem successfully, you give your placed-down cards to the loser. May be 1 card, may be 15. I won :D When you win, you sit back, relax and help people or sabo them. I won, so I was helping them place the totem back into the middle for fairness, though the table was rectangular and I was sitting at the long ends D: Oh well. You know you can scream, "OMG FASTER GRAB THAT TOTEM!" and trick other people into getting 1 card from everyone? You didn't? Now you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second game we played was some jewel thing, called ubongo. You have a puzzle thingy, and some shapes. You have to fix the shapes into the puzzle to form a bigger shape. The catch is that you have to roll the dice to get a symbol, and there are shapes vertically under symbol, and you have to use those shapes. I really suck at visualizing things, so I totally got owned. You have a avatar on one side of the bored, and there are alot of plastic gems in columns. If you are the first to complete your puzzle, you can move 3 spaces and take 2 gems in the same row as  your avatar. The first two though. Everybody gets different cards, so it's not really fair though. The second guy can move 2 spaces and take 2 gems. The others who completed the puzzle after the first and second can only take 2 gems but can't move. Anybody else who can't complete it can't take anything. You have to complete the puzzle in 2 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third game was taboo. Pretty sure you'll are familiar with it. It's where you have to let your team mates guess a word. The word is on a card and there are taboo words at the bottom of the word. You have to make the person guess the word WITHOUT saying the taboo words. When I was supposed to guess something, Jared would tell me a word with similar spelling and say + this letter - this letter. Obviously was shot down by other people. While the other team was guessing, we would all shout random words to disrupt their chain of thoughts. Examples include answers like "AIR" to questions like "What's the thing inside a supermarket" and "TOM YAM" to questions like "what's the thing which has scales". AHOHO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the rest pretty much had to go home so me and Jared left. Anyway, we couldn't play anymore cos it was pass the curfew for student's offer. I drank SO MUCH SPRITE. Like 9 cups of sprite? Big cups yo. I'm downloading Perfect World now. Am so bored without things to do. Sigh need to wake up early, tomorrow got training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-3732182705297871110?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/3732182705297871110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=3732182705297871110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/3732182705297871110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/3732182705297871110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/10/bored-board-games.html' title='&lt;s&gt;Bored&lt;/s&gt;Board Games'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-478888685069046618</id><published>2008-10-30T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:18:42.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>We have finished going though papers yesterday, leaving us with crap to do today. Reflect and Review? I think not. Why do they even bother to do something like that, it's not as if the teachers are going to change just 'cos they said so. If they would, they would be the best teachers in the world by now after teacher for a great deal of years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period, no idea what it was. Some random thing where Mr. Pang gave us some questions which I dreaded and sped through and he gave us our overall GPA. Damn it, third lang not counted. Ken keeps his 3.94D: On the other hand, I get a +0.02 GPA bonus. How useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second period, CS. It was the most retarded lesson I can remember. Just sit there watch the stupidest movie in the world. Mrs. Chor thinks it's damn interesting and fascinating. Right. The whole class didn't watch the movie and in fact gave her a hell of a time. I bet she was hoarse by the end of the lesson. We're so nice, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third period, history. It was rather stupid as well. Mr. Chan didn't really give a crap about the R&amp;R. He gave us some questions and gave crappy estimations to how many people thought well about the questions. We watched some Mrs. Swan shows. I personally don't find it really hilarious. First few times quite funny but after awhile, I get irritated by her. I personally would probably walk off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth period, geog. It was rather nice, watching simpsons episodes. Mrs. Chua couldn't find the whole episode so she was rather pissed. But the episodes were surprisingly morbid. Still funny though. Not everyday you see ruggers sprayed to death with insecticide and House getting microwaved till he exploded into a pile of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firth period, english. Lousy period. Stupid movie shown. Mrs. Selvan was supposed to R&amp;R us, thank god she didn't. Understand her intention, but Animal Farm Movie sucked like crap. So boring. This is the very first time I've ever slept in a class. I slept for like 20 minutes on Nicholas's desk. She didn't even notice. Lucky me? Matthew owes me 1 buck. I massaged him for like 30 minutes. Yes, I know I'm mercenary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school is boring. Holidays are going to be boring too. Sigh desune?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-478888685069046618?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/478888685069046618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=478888685069046618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/478888685069046618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/478888685069046618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/10/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-4023177319508781070</id><published>2008-10-28T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:46:32.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHOHO</title><content type='html'>Monday; Morning: 10.30 am; Shangri La&lt;br /&gt;Well, in a random spur of events, I went to Shangri La(WooHoo?) and ate at one of the restaurants there. I don't even know why we're going, actually. It's like:&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Hey Ernest, want to go eat lunch tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure. Let's eat XiaoLongBao&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Okay, let me book it&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Reservation failed, let's eat brunch.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okaaaay, sure?&lt;br /&gt;So we kinda just went to eat for fun. Yeah. We kinda did. So like, I woke up like a zombie after staying up to 3(?) for fun. Then I dragged myself into the car. We arrived at the place and waited outside for the restaurant to open. It opened at 10.40. Supposed to open at 10.30 leh. TRICK ME. SCUM OF THE EARTH. BURN IN THE FLAMES OF MY CRIMSON WRATH. Okay, back to sanity. We went in. and placed our orders. Kinda like this:&lt;br /&gt;Mom: guys, what do you want to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Sis: those fried prawn dumpling thingies&lt;br /&gt;Bro: anything(smsing his friend)&lt;br /&gt;Me: xiaolongbao&lt;br /&gt;Mom: okay so let's buy friend chicken, fried dumplings, and siew mai, and other random dimsum thingummies( does not mention xiaolongbao)&lt;br /&gt;Me: what about xiaolongbao?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: okay all happy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT ABOUT XIAOLONGBAOS?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: okay set&lt;br /&gt;Me: OMGWTHBBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah kinda like that but in the end she actually did buy it. It was helluva nice yo. It's like the best xiaolong bao I've eaten. I ate 17. Of them. It's like, bite the top, suck the hot and delicious soup out, and eat the chicken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I slacked at home and played a lame MMORPG, Trickster. Sounds stupid, is stupid. Well bored people play lame games. THEN THEN THEN THEN THEEEEN, I went to play table tennis. Again. Yeah. SO FUN YO(de javu yo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at per normal. Went to school as per normal.Did normal things yeah. Today got back results. I did surprisingly well yo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math:   EOY: 69 1/2 upon 80    GPA:3.6( Sian my EOY do quite damn well lor if not for all my failure CCTs I would have gotten 4.0)(Beat alot of people I know, finally beat Nicholas(LOL TAKE THAT)(MULTIPLE BRACKETS))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: EOY: 37/50      GPA: 3.6(79% what can I say or do besides smashing my head repeatedly against the wall while I'm typing this sentence?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History: EOY: 23/30      GPA:3.6( Sian I really suck in history don't know why. EMO SPONGE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography: EOY 35/40      GPA 4.0( LOL FIRST 4.0 UNBELIEVABLE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian I think I'm going to fail science. Mr. Pang said that Matthew's friends did badly. OH NO MUST DITCH MATTHEW NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-4023177319508781070?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/4023177319508781070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=4023177319508781070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/4023177319508781070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/4023177319508781070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahoho.html' title='AHOHO'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-5763461615210591484</id><published>2008-10-24T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:09:55.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teburu tenisu</title><content type='html'>Just out of a bathe. Was playing table tennis with Ken, Yu Xuan and Jared. This is the third time I'm typing this bloody sentence. Cannot*twitch* post*twitch* msn *twitch* convo*twitch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Msn convo was retarded and not worth your time. Let's ignore it :D Originally, we wanted to meet up at 2 at J8 and eat KFC, then go my house and wreck it. This was without Jared, 'cos he had training. The next day, today, Jared wanted to pon training lol, so we changed plans and Yu Xuan wanted to /wrist. Instead of going J8, we went to KAP(king albert park). So Yu Xuan had to go all the way from Serangoon to Bukit Timah.(He had squash training there)We ate Macs at KAP. I pretty much bought myself a Mc Spicy meal. Jared bought Fillet-o-fish meal and mc wings(!) and Ken bought Mc Spicy too. Well I kinda, erm, stole everybody's fries. Yeah I kinda did. We ate without Yu Xuan, he was still traveling. So by the time we were finished, we were waiting there for Yu Xuan to arrive ._. Sigh so then when he arrived he took-away-ed his fillet-o-fish meal and we went to my house. Of course, we wanted to invite Matthew and scam him into buying all of us free meals. But he had training :'( Ken was all "let's gag him, steal his money and sell him to the Bishan Gay(I'm not gonna call him "gentleman" or "uncle" cos he doesn't deserve respect. Only people who get stalked by him and stared by him would understand. But this train of ranting must continue another time okay?)No offense Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at my house, we went there at placed all our crap there and went down to play table tennis. So practically they didn't wreck my house at all, They wrecked the function room(the table tennis table is in the function room, don't ask me why). Originally meet up at 2, Ken came my house at like 12. He insisted on installing rakion on my com and play it lol. I didn't really care cos I was playing Tales of Vesperia, which from now onwards shall be known as TOV. Kinda like forever more. Okay back on track, we played table tennis for like 3 hours. At first, one guy could only book 1 hour with 1 unit house. I live in the same condo as my cousin, so I could book 1 hour he could book 1 hour. But we really didn't need to 'cos nobody even came. SO DAMN FUN YO. I finally can cut the table tennis ball and kinda smash it. I so totally want to play table tennis every living week of my school hols. Call me up if you wanna come over to play and boost your ego from thrashing me hands down. We did hell lot of stupid things. We started with doubles, but we kinda got thrashed by Jared. So we 1v1ed each other. So while waiting, the other two would play squash against the wall. LOL DAMN FUN TOO. We kept laughing while playing cos we really sucked out loud. Except Jared. He is a hacker I tell you. But then Ken was holy crap amazing lah (!). His first time playing table tennis and he totally owned the crap out of all of us. (okay not really but how about getting owned by a first-timer) Not to say I'm experienced, though, but at least I've played before right. Worst is Jared:D Play table tennis for quite long liao still barely can win Ken. Ken is on crack I tell you, on crack. Lol. Yu Xuan had to leave at 5, cos he had to be back by 6 for some unknown reason. So yeah I had to bring him out. Along the whole way he started getting emo and was "I'm gonna die my thighs are on fire" and falling over me.I kinda dragged him along and accidentally into a wall. Ehehehe sorry. So I showed him out and we were like trying to recall which direction was the Newton MRT. So eventually we figured it out and he was off. I went back to the function room to see Ken and Jared playing. So we chased Jared out and 1v1ed. Then Jared was placed his broken-into-two table tennis balls on each eye, and said he was going to find his paddle. By the time he found his paddle, we would swap over. So while he was frantically trying to find it, we kept placing it in another location. Was so funny to watch him. Did I mention we kinda destroyed 3 table tennis balls? I didn't? Never mind. So I kept on playing but Ken really wanted and needed to get back home. He told his mom he would be back by 5. It was 6. Lol. So I kept playing and he kept telling me to stop but I refused. IT WAS TOO MUCH FUN. Okay sorry for being a domineering cow. So we went back home and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TABLE TENNIS IS SO DAMN FUN AND I LOVE PLAYING IT. IT IS ALMOST AS IMBA AS KEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-5763461615210591484?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/5763461615210591484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=5763461615210591484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/5763461615210591484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/5763461615210591484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/10/teburu-tenisu.html' title='teburu tenisu'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-4521829701252660432</id><published>2008-10-22T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:53:52.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now is the RI exam marking days, so I have nothing to do now. I do nothing but watch animu, play dota or slack. Except for the occasional trainings, every monday, tuesday and saturday. A total of 11 hours a week. Yes, Softball is one of the most hardworking CCAs. I am one of the least hardworking person. DOES NOT MATCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My muscles are the burning up now. Sigh. Always have PT to do every training lol, actually it's not that bad. PT can be fun if you're not constantly telling yourself to breathe. I like situps. I hate pushups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am using alot of short sentences now. I am too lazy to write a thesis in my blog, sorry. Now shoo, I'm going to eat dinner then play more dota.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-4521829701252660432?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/4521829701252660432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=4521829701252660432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/4521829701252660432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/4521829701252660432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/10/now-is-ri-exam-marking-days-so-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-6442381797254364255</id><published>2008-10-20T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:24:30.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GONE, OVER ,FINITO</title><content type='html'>Giving the epicness of which it is known as today, I shall post about it. Exams are over. Yeah, it finally is. RI exams are the one of the latest exams I ever know, only bested by NUSH. Yeah but it's still late okay? The torment of seeing all my other friends finish their exams, slack, and do nothing in everyday in class is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Today's maths exam was okay, tilting on the hard side. I won't say much, just that I could do most. However, due to the fail which I somehow always am victim to, I think I will get 60/80. Sigh.//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so now, we have no school due to marking days. The marking days are on tuesday, wednesday, thursday and friday. However, wednesday is the house carnival, and I'm going to support Bayley by participating in the Badminton carn. I said participating for a reason. I kinda suxx0r at badminton and am bound to get thrased by the likes of Ken and other imba school team people. Nevermind, my participation means 1 point to Bayley:D upon like 1000. Nonetheless, I should be going back to school to play. Nicholas and Benjamin, if you're reading this, you'd better go and play badminton, kay? If Benjamin is half of what he brags to be he should really go and get Bayley some awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have training, at 2.30. I wanted to eat lunch before coming back, but nobody likes me and nobody wanted to have lunch with me D: Anyways, after today, I really wonder what I am going to do. There's nothing much to do for me anyway. I am gonna go gym and slim down okay? If I don't I entitle you to a free punch into be guts :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-6442381797254364255?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/6442381797254364255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=6442381797254364255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/6442381797254364255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/6442381797254364255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/10/gone-over-finito.html' title='GONE, OVER ,FINITO'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-8740922966860148639</id><published>2008-10-17T19:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:37:00.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 up, up and away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With the passing of the geog and science tests, all that's left is math. Math can't really be studied just understand the concepts and some practice would suffice. Today's science test was a killer, almost everybody I knew said it's hard in one way or another. I say it's hard in all. I TOTALLY screwed up my MCQ and I know I'll screw up in the OEQ. BYE 4.0, NICE KNOWING YOU. I don't know what's their problem lah questions all so hard. Even Darren, Nicholas and Ken said it was hard. IF THEY SAID IT WAS HARD, IT WAS HARD! I was mental /wristing myself in the bus. Damn lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's geog was rather okay. It was much easier than what our teacher said it would be-.- But she came in like before the exams and like suddenly said the paper was quite easy. A bit late huh, after all the studying already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I just slacked the whole of today away. Lihong, instant action sucks. Sian lah people all say don't need study for maths, all never study. Only fat and stupid people like me would have to study. Damnit so many crap to know lor and even if I could do every single bloody question, my carelessness would make me lose at least 20% of what I could have gotten correct.&lt;br /&gt;IT TOOK ME DAMN LONG TO DO THE EMO SPONGE OKAY! ( okay not really just like a... 20 minutes. BUT TEDIOUS, NO?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;==EMOSPONGE, GO==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;_____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;aaaaa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;aaaaa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;aa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;aa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;aaaaa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;aaa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;aaa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;aaaa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;aaaaaa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;|         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;aaaa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;aaa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;aaaa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;|                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;aaa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;aaaa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;aa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;aa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;aaa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;aa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;aaaa&lt;/span&gt;a|&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-8740922966860148639?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/8740922966860148639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=8740922966860148639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/8740922966860148639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/8740922966860148639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/10/1-up-up-and-away.html' title='1 up, up and away'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-2262329488658305056</id><published>2008-10-15T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:12:33.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memes</title><content type='html'>Random meme which I had no choice to do, 'cos Seth and Michelle tagged me(curse yee). NOT COMPLETE LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] People tagged for this quiz&lt;br /&gt;-Li Hong&lt;br /&gt;-Matthew's secret blog&lt;br /&gt;-Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;-Yu Xuan(double tagged, boy)&lt;br /&gt;-Wen Ye&lt;br /&gt;-Isaac&lt;br /&gt;-Jia Wei&lt;br /&gt;-Nobody likes me&lt;br /&gt;-Nobody knows my blog&lt;br /&gt;-I fail math&lt;br /&gt;-I fail math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 10 ] Firsts.&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend: Heng Kee*gasp*&lt;br /&gt;First Pet: Yu Xuan&lt;br /&gt;First Piercing: Not now, not later, not ever&lt;br /&gt;First Crush: my computer&lt;br /&gt;First CD : I don't have a CD of my own&lt;br /&gt;First Car: not yet&lt;br /&gt;First Stuffed Animal: bear thingummy I think&lt;br /&gt;First Love: my computer&lt;br /&gt;First Place Called Home: Yoh Di Trive go find out on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 9 ] Lasts.&lt;br /&gt;Last Beverage: Peach Tea&lt;br /&gt;Car Ride: To school today&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie Seen:Eagle Eye&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call:Jia Wei&lt;br /&gt;Last Song You Listened To: Wine REd&lt;br /&gt;Last Bubble Bath: never had one&lt;br /&gt;Last Time You Cried: quite some time ago&lt;br /&gt;Last Thing You Ate: Plum sweet&lt;br /&gt;Last Bad Thing You Did: Scream at people today before exam cos I was stressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 8 ] Have You Evers.&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Dated One Of Your Best Friends: I have never dated&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been Arrested: No&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Skinny Dipped: Don't know what's that, don't think I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been On A Limo: Not that rich&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Cheated: yeah by people like KEN MATTHEW YUXUAN COUGH COUGH&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been In Love: no&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been In A Car Accident: no&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Broken A Bone: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 7 ] Things You Are Wearing.&lt;br /&gt;- T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;- shorts&lt;br /&gt;- glasses&lt;br /&gt;- Chip crumbs&lt;br /&gt;- Air&lt;br /&gt;- slacker aura shirt&lt;br /&gt;- hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 6 ] Things You've Done Today.&lt;br /&gt;- snack&lt;br /&gt;- drink water&lt;br /&gt;- slack&lt;br /&gt;- talk to people on msn&lt;br /&gt;- mug geog&lt;br /&gt;- watch anime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ 5 ] Favourite Things.&lt;br /&gt;- computer&lt;br /&gt;- snacks&lt;br /&gt;- glasses&lt;br /&gt;- animu&lt;br /&gt;- mangakas(i don't care they're things now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PROOF I'M NOT CYNICAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 16% Cynical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howcynicalareyouquiz/cynical-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynical? Not even close! If anything, you're a bit naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you enjoy life and try not to be paranoid. Even if you've been burned before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howcynicalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Cynical Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then again, I doubt this is real. BLOGTHINGS.COM IS INACCURATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OH NO I'M CYNICAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-2262329488658305056?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/2262329488658305056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=2262329488658305056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/2262329488658305056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/2262329488658305056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/10/memes.html' title='Memes'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-7163421964349235452</id><published>2008-10-14T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:13:10.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His story</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the history EOY, darnit. Die liao lah I know how to do the paper but I probably won't even have enough time lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was.... assaulted(euphemism) by the wonderful people known as Benjamin, Jerome, Matthew and Li Hong. Thanks alot guys. So they were like, last one up the stairs (couldn't hear the rest). I was like, huh? So I strolled up the stairs, while the rest were up in an instant. Suddenly, when I reached the top of the flight of stairs, Matthew grabbed me and tried to push me down. I moved away and he lost his grip of me. Then I fleed. But they caught me. At first only had Matthew and Benjamin, but then Li Hong and Jerome came from they other side. So Matthew was holding me tight and he asked Benjamin to tickle me. Being the ticklish guy I am, I sternly warned Benjamin that he would DIE if he dared to tickle me. So he screwed off. Then Li Hong arrived from the other side and tried to tickle me. So in a desperate bid, I round-house kicked Li Hong in his nether regions. Wasn't aiming, just lucky. So he screwed off too. Then, Matthew took me to the ground. I attacked his head and he didn't get off. So I grabbed him by the neck and took his head to the ground. After alot of persuasion and begging, they let me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I admit I was very rough today, sorry. Now I know how Benjamin and Darren feel when they get violated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay to the me being ticklish part. YuXuan said that it was because I'm fat. But I STRONGLY DISAGREEEEE. NICHOLAS IS SKINNY LIKE HECK AND HE"S TICKLISH TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so after school ( 3 okays in 3 paras), I went to J8 for lunch. Nice pepper chicken. Then I went to MOELC to collect my Jap results. I had 75.9 upon 100. Apparently better than alot of people in class. But at first, I didn't know. Then I was like, damn lah only 75.9. Then YuXuan stared at me menacingly, and proceeded to KAIZAH BEAM me. Ken and  YuXuan had scores lower than me. I won't reveal them lest I risk my face. So my end year GPA was 3.6, like 75%? I was like, somebody give me 5% so I get 4.0, then Edwin was like somebody give me 2% so i would get 3.6. After that we went to KFC. Ken bought food and I stole it. Expensive pepper chicken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-7163421964349235452?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/7163421964349235452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=7163421964349235452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/7163421964349235452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/7163421964349235452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/10/his-story.html' title='His story'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-6521946752951053763</id><published>2008-10-13T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:52:40.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cynical? Sarcastic?</title><content type='html'>Okay I've decided to be less cynical and sarcastic about the world around me. If you put aside the drawbacks, the world is actually quite a beautiful place to be in if you get what I mean. Matt said my blog was cynical, so fine, now it's less. I won't ascertain that it won't be cynical and sarcastic, but probably a great deal less. But I'm still entitled to saying what I feel and saying LOLCAT when I want to okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh slept at 3 last night. For some reason I just couldn't fall asleep. If you didn't know(you didn't), my father went away to some country(I can't remember, okay?) for like a week for work. He came back at 2 yesterday. I could hear his phone call. I could hear my mom leaving the house. I could hear them coming back. I could hear the clang of the suitcases. I could hear it all, in the little corner of my room. Isn't it weird, that when you try to sleep, everything just goes by so slowly? Isn't it weird, that when you're all alone in that dark room, everything just seems so distant, yet so near. Isn't life just weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I was doing yesterday, just lying in bed. I was thinking, I guess. As much as I told myself to shut up, I couldn't. I was still pretty damn wide awake, if you'd ask me. I was thinking, really. I was thinking of things, about me, about my identity in this world, and about my friends. Why did I start this blog, actually? Was it a desperate attempt for attention? Was it really for me to pen(keyboard) down my emotions? Was it just a fad? Maybe. Life is just so weird. So many facades, so hard to keep them all up. I feel like just ripping them up, just to be me. But I guess I can't, and  I doubt I really will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, is it really safe for me to divulge so many of my secrets on the net? I wonder. I'm not that close to anyone, I guess. Not Matthew, he can be a real (insert censored word here) sometimes, Darren's not serious enough. I'm drifting from Ken. Yuxuan is a bugger.(Just Kidding you're still my friend but you're a jester). Not Nicholas, he's retarded sometimes. Not Jerome, he's probably too busy watching animu and probably doesn't care. Li Hong would laugh at me then break all ties with me. Jia Wei would just be gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like others, I ain't gonna apologise for the emo post. I know it's emo, but it's what I feel. I'm entitled to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-6521946752951053763?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/6521946752951053763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=6521946752951053763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/6521946752951053763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/6521946752951053763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/10/cynical-sarcastic.html' title='Cynical? Sarcastic?'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-8647221444276083718</id><published>2008-10-10T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:33:29.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGWTHBBQFAILSAURUS</title><content type='html'>Lol, okay not as bad as the title says lah. Today marks the start of the &lt;s&gt;friggin&lt;/s&gt; DELIGHTFUL exams. So for english, we had to do a compre and a letter to some fernandes dudette. WAI MUST YO CHOOSE HUMAN NATURE!!!!WAIII!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian I wish I read the last page of Animal Farm, where I wrote all the themes down. Lol, you know I still haven't read animal farm yet, so pathetic right? Yes yes, start the &lt;s&gt;insults&lt;/s&gt; compliments. TYVM. The comprehension was rather okay(?!), I don't know what to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM BOOM BOOOOOOOM. CHINESE PAPER!! Wah lau I hate the stupid cloze passage 'bout Alexander Graham Bell. I think I failed that section:D As well the the comprehension, I screwed that up toooo. I think I should get close to full marks for all those which can be studied for. 1 whole week of hardcore studying and writing out &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERY SINGLE WORD FROM EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER WHICH NEEDS TO BE STUDIED&lt;/span&gt;. But I could have just READ THE CIYUKAOCHA!!! ALL THE QUESTIONS TESTED WERE THERE. WAH LAU I FEEL SO SMART I WANNA GO HANG MYSELF BY MY TOENAILS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice 4 hour nap today:D I slept at 2 and wanted to wake up at 3, but I decided to sleep more cos I can and I will. So now left the other papers, hmm.. how study ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna fail history(for some reason all my essays suck I still don't know why) and Geography(I can never understand all the bullshit in Agriculture) and Science( all our science teachers can't teach well. Bio is screwed, "basic questions" so hard, Physics still okay lah, but Chem is screwed. I think I screwed the CCT as well) Math can be studied for, by doing all the questions again:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW THE EXAMS WHY START SO LATE HUH?! TORTURE US MORE RIGHT SADISTIC WAFFLEBEAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-8647221444276083718?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/8647221444276083718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=8647221444276083718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/8647221444276083718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/8647221444276083718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/10/omgwthbbqfailsaurus.html' title='OMGWTHBBQFAILSAURUS'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-8930952426881135283</id><published>2008-10-01T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:40:36.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me irrespon stupid</title><content type='html'>Since all of us are failures, Jerome, Nicholas, Wenye, Perry and I went to the cinema. Lol we watched Eagle Eye. It was okay lor, like Terminator 3 like that. Some stupid robot crap became like over obsessive over it's programming. The first hour was quite slow and not that nice. Sian cake. I know some people out there are like, OMG EOY STILL WATCH MOVIE, SO FREE ISIT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not free, just stupid. I am too retarded to commit my mind on studying, therefore I shall waste money on a movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so after the movie, Jerome went to comics collection to find his fate/zero. So I followed him 'cos I was bored. So I was like, I think they'll have fate/staynight dolls in the shop. But Jerome was like, noooooo. So then we walked in and he was looking for his fate/zero, but to no avail. I was looking for a raddish handphone strap(I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; serious about that) when suddenly he said HOLY CRAP SO SICK. I looked in that direction, and there was some seriously hentai comic book cover. How can they display it like that lor, so irresponsible. Irregardless, in a desperate bid, he asked the counter lady. Alas, they didn't sell it. So we walked out, and I pointed out to 3 dolls. One of Caster, one of Archer and one of rider. AHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm blogging 'bout my day. BAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-8930952426881135283?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/8930952426881135283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=8930952426881135283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/8930952426881135283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/8930952426881135283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/10/call-me-irrespon-stupid.html' title='Call me &lt;s&gt;irrespon&lt;/s&gt; stupid'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-4051332917670581363</id><published>2008-09-27T14:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:56:10.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of Ernest's failure</title><content type='html'>Zz right before the EOYS my brother buys a new xbox game, Tales of Vesperia. It is part of the Tales series and it is drawn in anime 3d style. Yes, there is such a thing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQaCBerWItg/SN3Ybx5ReiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ijHV6iliqlY/s1600-h/tales+of+vesperia+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQaCBerWItg/SN3Ybx5ReiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ijHV6iliqlY/s320/tales+of+vesperia+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250590712345492002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BEHOLD!  THE GREATEST GAME KNOWN TO ERNEST IN THE PAST YEAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQaCBerWItg/SN3Yqe9XbiI/AAAAAAAAACE/v8rPtZ1WRPo/s1600-h/tales+of+vesperia+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQaCBerWItg/SN3Yqe9XbiI/AAAAAAAAACE/v8rPtZ1WRPo/s320/tales+of+vesperia+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250590964960423458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQaCBerWItg/SN3YzctbFEI/AAAAAAAAACM/lQ3G2Y6SJkI/s1600-h/tales+of+vesperia+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQaCBerWItg/SN3YzctbFEI/AAAAAAAAACM/lQ3G2Y6SJkI/s320/tales+of+vesperia+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250591118975505474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Game play:D&lt;br /&gt;Sure sure it's pixellated but i don't care screw off if you wanna complain:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll go fail my exams now:D BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-4051332917670581363?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/4051332917670581363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=4051332917670581363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>CONT'</title><content type='html'>Lol okay seriously, here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;START YOUR EXAM DESUNE?!!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*writes furiously*&lt;br /&gt;*notices the word”旅行”*&lt;br /&gt;*OH CRAPS IS IT RYORI OR RYOKOU*&lt;br /&gt;*FAILS QUESTION*&lt;br /&gt;*CONTINUES*&lt;br /&gt;*FAILS FIRST QUESTION OF PARTICLES: THE ANSWER IS にも*&lt;br /&gt;*CONTINUES WITH PAPER*&lt;br /&gt;*STOPS AT PAGE 7/9 FOR LISTENING*&lt;br /&gt;*SERIOUSLY EPIC FAILS LISTENING- THINKS I HAS 7/15*&lt;br /&gt;*CONTINUES WITH 8/9 PAGE*&lt;br /&gt;*DOES COMPO(9/9 PAGE)&lt;br /&gt;*OKAY COMPO*&lt;br /&gt;*CHECKS PAPER 3 TIMES*&lt;br /&gt;*SLACKS*&lt;br /&gt;*PAPER GETS COLLECTED*&lt;br /&gt;*GET BAG*&lt;br /&gt;*GO OUT*&lt;br /&gt;*MENTAL /WRIST FOR FAILING EVERYTHING*&lt;br /&gt;*EMOS AT HOME*&lt;br /&gt;/end how it went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol blubber cake lah gg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-4242080694675288424?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/4242080694675288424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=4242080694675288424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/4242080694675288424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/4242080694675288424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/09/cont.html' title='CONT&apos;'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-6086321633198255573</id><published>2008-09-27T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:02:24.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME IS T3H RUNNING OUT</title><content type='html'>Wah sian so fast already end of September liao lah... Gone case lah so many exams and our teachers are kinda shiet. Go see S lah, what talk pigs during class.&lt;br /&gt;*REANACTMENT *&lt;br /&gt;s: guys, stop wasting time. Minus 1 mark.&lt;br /&gt;Group:.... Okay. Toda-&lt;br /&gt;s: I'm sorry to interupt but I have to say something. Once when I was going NUS i saw a group of pigs walking across the road in front of my car. There was 1 adult boar and 3 piglets walking in a straight line!&lt;br /&gt;group: o.O&lt;br /&gt;*/REANACTMENT*&lt;br /&gt;Lol so stupid lah. Funny but stupid though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised i didn't post after jap EOY. I thought i did, but i didn't&lt;br /&gt;GO SHORT TERM MEMORY, WORK WONDERS WHY DON"T YOU!?!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/FACEPALM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-6086321633198255573?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/6086321633198255573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=6086321633198255573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/6086321633198255573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/6086321633198255573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-is-t3h-running-out.html' title='TIME IS T3H RUNNING OUT'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-4490168554687018923</id><published>2008-09-24T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:03:37.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butter-werewolves in my stomach</title><content type='html'>WAHHHHH sian tomorrow is the EOY for jap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied lah but I'm still screwed cos I'm so damn lucky. Sian 11 chapters of kanji and grammar can make one lose his brain. And his head from excessive facepalm-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid nicholas act pro lah, last minute cram 11 chapters. I HOPE YOU FAIL. MOCK MY HARD WORK DO YOU? SCREW YOUUUUUUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian lah, today some guy in 1P got ownt by the chair. Not being an insensitive cow, but he had a pretty deep cut on his head from falling on the chair(?) or something. Lol 1P was playing dodgeball in class:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then there was this imba crowd surrounding the guy in pain, suffocating him and stealing his oxygen.  GO LOLCROWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian I'm being stupid again cos I'm nervous. BLOOWEEPOOTAHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-4490168554687018923?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/4490168554687018923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=4490168554687018923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/4490168554687018923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/4490168554687018923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/09/butter-werewolves-in-my-stomach.html' title='Butter-werewolves in my stomach'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-8202380830205405338</id><published>2008-09-22T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:02:33.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japral</title><content type='html'>Lol today was my Jap oral exams. Sian lah the last part right, I said the English equivalent of twelve o'clock thirty. GAHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that will minus 1/2 mark liao. OH NOES&lt;br /&gt;                                           WHAT SHALL I DOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian diao then I bet the rest also cannot get perfect lor, except for the memorization part, the part where supposed to memorize a script to self-introduce. I bet I do well in that part 'cos I repeated that damn part 74 times. It's stuck in my head even if I don't want to remember it. But the stupid conversation part screwed me up lah, served me like kebab on a blooming stick, damnit, a STICK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was that I was able to skip last period, english :D I heard from my friends that actually if you have oral exams, you can skip last period, regardless of your exam timings. And I heard from 1P that Mrs. Selvan didn't even know there was a oral today until they told her. lolcat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-8202380830205405338?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/8202380830205405338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=8202380830205405338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/8202380830205405338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/8202380830205405338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/09/japral.html' title='Japral'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-817432148017495899</id><published>2008-09-20T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:31:40.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jap!!</title><content type='html'>Lol these few days never post cos I was busy. Yes, contrary to popular belief, I do have a life. Thank you very much. Sian the Jap tests coming up then need to study. Sian I already suck at English oral, which is supposed to be my best language(can't be chinese right?), then how the hell can I  do Jap oral? Sian I bet you that actually I memorize my script perfectly, but because I am nervous then forget. Always like that lah! For OC oral, at home I memorize till so nice, then suddenly go up need script. SO NERVOUS OMGWTHBBQHOTSAUCE. That's why I hate oral. I blame you, chair. DIE CHAIR *Beats up chair till it bleeds plastic blood*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-817432148017495899?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/817432148017495899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=817432148017495899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/817432148017495899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/817432148017495899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/09/jap.html' title='Jap!!'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-1663622070584904019</id><published>2008-09-17T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:21:53.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol, I are bored and are making up for the fact that me sucks so much therefore s=mc^2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Midnight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/midnight.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more than a little eccentric, and you're apt to keep very unusual habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're a night owl, living in a commune, or taking a vow of silence - you like to experiment with your lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressing your individuality is important to you, and you often lie awake in bed thinking about the world and your place in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy staying home, but that doesn't mean you're a hermit. You also appreciate quality time with family and close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/"&gt;What Time Of Day Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-1663622070584904019?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/1663622070584904019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=1663622070584904019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/1663622070584904019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/1663622070584904019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/09/lol-i-are-bored-and-are-making-up-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-6790677196820627069</id><published>2008-09-17T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:40:09.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahahahahaha I'm so totally screwed today. Lol, so totally going to fail math and chinese crappp.&lt;br /&gt;I might as well just keel and die right now lah. Friggin geog got 15.5 like wth almost fail lah. But what I totally don't get is the friggin GPA. How the hell can it suddenly drop down to like 1.2? like wth? impossible lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ I'll go and emo in the corner and slunk into depression now. Maybe I should just join some mass teenager suicide cult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I feel like I'm talking to a wall. A pretty wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-6790677196820627069?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/6790677196820627069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=6790677196820627069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/6790677196820627069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/6790677196820627069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahahahahaha-im-so-totally-screwed-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-5568893234770738793</id><published>2008-09-16T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:14:05.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like, omigosh, I'm, like, screwed, like, totally, like, screwed yo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Lol. This tard seems to make it a habit to study for tests one night before. Sian lah I suck at math and like I can't really understand algebra well lor. I'm going to fail this test lah then my gpa sure dieded. I like spent 3 hours doing algebra revision and like now I'm just starting on angle properties and pythagoras theorem and mind you, I'm good at neither. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my parents don't put much stress on me, the pressure of competition in RI is bad enough lor. Even though my gpa quite high, it's not because I'm smart lor, it's just cause I do work properly and the tests which have high percentage I do reasonably well. I think I'm the stupidest person in class lah. Nicholas Tan seems retarded but he actually quite smart. Ian is so damn slack but he is so friggin smart lah. Isaac supposedly good at math.... I just realized I'm not good at anything sian. Well-roundedness should just shrivel and die. Lol well-roundedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pun desune?&lt;br /&gt;Round=ernest&lt;br /&gt;ness=erNEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's enough pessimistic thoughts, think happy thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;You're a failure at life! Wow, that's optimistic.&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/5160957918805412581-5568893234770738793?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/5568893234770738793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=5568893234770738793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/5568893234770738793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/5568893234770738793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/09/like-omigosh-im-like-screwed-like.html' title='Like, omigosh, I&apos;m, like, screwed, like, totally, like, screwed yo?'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-7502329495963361710</id><published>2008-09-15T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:44:42.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gasping for air?</title><content type='html'>During philo today, while some of our classmates were doing their COI, a group of classmates and I died on the spot. We played Heartattack.(ahohoho so funneh... stitch stitch!) Lol we had some stupid rules such as pregnancy like what the heck? When you get hit once or when you're supposed to hit someone and you superbly missed everyone, you get 3 months pregnant. Everytime you get hit, you would get another 3 months pregnant. Somewhat of a negative scoring system :D At the end of the game i had like, 42 months pregnant or something like that. Go figure. Supposedly, if you get 9 months pregnant, you would undergo "torture chamber" lol. Basically just a group of people harassing one guy and he's not allowed to retaliate. Harassing= 10 people ticking you and jabbing you or punching you at the same time. You guys are sick man, reaaaaal sick. Luckily everybody got pregnant(sounds wrong) so nobody went for the torture chamber.           &lt;br /&gt;         Lol now I can sing(offtune) while doing the happy beat! The happy beat is supposedly used with a cup but which genius brings a cup to school?&lt;br /&gt;          There goes the end of my first post ne?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-7502329495963361710?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/7502329495963361710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=7502329495963361710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/7502329495963361710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/7502329495963361710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/09/gasping-for-air.html' title='Gasping for air?'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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-5160957918805412581.post-4455312077500874933</id><published>2008-09-15T17:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:07:32.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol I has started a blog</title><content type='html'>Seeing that almost all my friends have blogs, I decided to start a blog too:D Yeah, I'm a sucker to peer pressure. I shouldn't have said that. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5160957918805412581-4455312077500874933?l=light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/feeds/4455312077500874933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5160957918805412581&amp;postID=4455312077500874933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/4455312077500874933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5160957918805412581/posts/default/4455312077500874933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://light-up-the-skies.blogspot.com/2008/09/lol-i-has-started-blog.html' title='Lol I has started a blog'/><author><name>Erntye</name><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>
