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It's the thought that counts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-116490454508230542</id><published>2006-11-30T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T08:35:45.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car insurance anyone?</title><content type='html'>Looking for &lt;a href="http://www.17to40.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;car insurance&lt;/a&gt; in the UK can be a long journey. 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I'm back! Are you surprised? :P Actually... Hm. Yea. Sorry for abandoning this blog for a super long time. :P&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, Chien Shin (if you're reading this), I forgot the history I was supposed to write d. Thanks to you. Aih! Hahaha. Here's a different one. Aih~~~ You la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;One fine day... (like in fairy tales)&lt;br /&gt;Big Fry took his photo album out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey. This photo album...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of the past came flashing back into his head as he flipped through the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time ... I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The time...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I took a candid shot of &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; and it turned out looking so funny! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;... I made Small Fry take picture of us (French and me of course!) although she was really reluctant.&lt;br /&gt;... We made funny faces in which I 'deleted' at her request. Heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;... We went to Genting Highlands (eh, the setting is in Malaysia ok. :P) and she took a picture of me with my mouth wide open. Now that I think of it... -_-" why didn't I get rid of that horrible photo? Oh yea... She made me keep it. T_T&lt;br /&gt;... Small Fry took a picture of us, which turned out really blur but no one deleted it because we kind of liked the 'ghosty' effect.&lt;br /&gt;... I took a picture of Small Fry sharing his cotton candy with this small girl he just met at the stall. -_-" Kids nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;... French made Small Fry and I take a picture together. We looked so stiff in that picture. -_-" What fake smiles...&lt;br /&gt;... She took another candid picture of me... Wait... What is Onion Ring doing in the background...? Why... Why is he looking at me like that...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the date. Isn't this two weeks before French Fry started getting cold towards me? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;^^^&lt;br /&gt;"Hey French. :)"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey. What are you doing here?" I asked Onion Ring in a puzzled tone. "You don't study here do you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nope. I came to see you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, -_-" so bold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right..." I paused. "So... Why this sudden visit?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I just wanted to see you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at him blankly. WHAT on earth is this person telling me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ha. Just kidding. I came to talk to you about certain matters." Onion Ring gave an excuse and a fake laugh.&lt;br /&gt;"I have classes now. I only end at 3pm."&lt;br /&gt;"It's ok, I'll wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... (dot dot dot) It's 10. He's planning to wait that long. -_-" Looks like I can't avoid this 'chat'... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er. Ok. I'll see you later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to leave and made a huge mistake looking back at him. I saw a grin on his face and there was something dark on his face I couldn't understand. I shuddered. Weird... He's staring into space as if possessed. I shook that thought away and went for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day...&lt;br /&gt;"Hi. I've been waiting for a very long time." Onion Ring looked up at me from his table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I was speechless. Didn't he say that he was willing to wait? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea. Sorry. What was it you wanted to tell me?" Get over with it quick! I thought impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm. Not much. Ha ha." he gave another dry laugh. "No wait, the subject we're going to talk about is nothing much. Ha ha ha!" he cracked up at his own joke.&lt;br /&gt;"And that is...?" T_T I want to go home. How long is this going to take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I met Onion Ring. I thought he wasn't bad. He's smart and rather nice. Rather nice... as in... nice enough for me to think that he's a good friend to me. Until I got tired of the things he kept bringing up. Why was he always criticising about everything? Nothing satisfied him. I started getting very uncomfortable around him and began to avoid him...&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Big Fry." He said with a deadpan expression on his face.&lt;br /&gt;"What about him?" I asked cautiously.&lt;br /&gt;"No... It's just that... Don't you think that he flirts a lot?" he gives me a know-it-all smile.&lt;br /&gt;"You came to tell me this?" I asked incredulously.&lt;br /&gt;"Not only that..." he ignored my question, "he only has girl friends." and nodded his head knowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at Onion Ring in disbelief. How could he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what he does that makes all the girls defend him. Ha ha. It is as if he cannot defend himself." he said maliciously. "I don't see him having many guy friends."&lt;br /&gt;"Stop it!" I retorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to hear anymore. I turned quickly and half ran to my bus stop, heavy books and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so busy catching my breath that I didn't notice Big Fry who was already at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi, need me to help you with your books?" he offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped. "You scared me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why? What's the matter?" he asked, concerned.&lt;br /&gt;"No... Nothing. No worries." I tried to smile at him but all the images I've seen him with other girls kept popping up. Like a slideshow of the fun times he had with all the other girls. Those from his class, those from his former school, those he knew through his friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost groaned aloud thinking of why I agreed to talk to Onion Ring. Why.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is he so freaky...... Why did I get so angry...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Was I jealous? The thought came so suddenly that I got a shock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;No. I'm not! I brushed the thought away as quickly as it came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heaved a big sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure you're ok?" Big Fry's voice cut through my thoughts. O_O I was so absorbed in my thinking that I forgot he was there.&lt;br /&gt;"Heh... Yea. Just feeling a bit tired. Long day." I tried to choke half a laugh out.&lt;br /&gt;^^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Onion Ring thought to himself bitterly. &lt;em&gt;Why did she turn away from me again? What's wrong with everything?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voices of my parents harsh tones and high expectations keep ringing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know I'm not getting the grades I'm supposed to get. I don't know... I don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mum and Dad are arguing all the time. How can I study? How...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard to make friends. They keep avoiding me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's wrong with this world?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Onion Ring clutched his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I wanted to do was to see French Fry. She too is turning away from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Fry closed the photo album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those times... So sweet. Not painful anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and kept the book back into the drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have already moved on... I have a family now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Fry lifted up a new photo album for his baby's pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-114200519907323961?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/114200519907323961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=114200519907323961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/114200519907323961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/114200519907323961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2006/03/chapter-five.html' title='Chapter Five'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-114017091165579008</id><published>2006-02-17T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T02:08:31.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;-At the zoo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;French Fry slowly walked towards where Big Fry and Small Fry were standing under the tree, slobbering all over their ice-creams. She gave a small snort and looked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Why must I go through this...?" she whispered brokenly and quicken her pace. &lt;em&gt;The faster I do it, the faster it'll be over.&lt;/em&gt; She took and deep breath to calm herself and stopped in front of Big Fry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hey~ ^_^" Big Fry grinned at French Fry sheepishly, still blushing from the time Small Fry made the call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;French Fry stared back and held her breath. &lt;em&gt;Wow. He's so tall, I didn't notice before...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*SLAP*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O_O &lt;--- Big Fry who stood frozen in spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O_O &lt;--- Small Fry whose ice-cream dropped at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O_O &lt;--- French Fry who seemed shocked at what she just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;French Fry turned and ran away, tears started falling down her face. &lt;em&gt;There! I've done it.&lt;/em&gt; She wiped back the tears with her sleeve. &lt;em&gt;I must not cry....&lt;/em&gt; But as if defying her thoughts, more tears spilled over her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Kor... Why did she slap you?" an innocent voice piped up, not knowing how much the words pierced Big Fry's heart. It was as if saying it out loud hurt him even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"..............." Big Fry stared blanky at Small Fry, unable to answer him. "Lets go... home." he finally choke the words out and held firmly onto Small Fry's, his cheek burning from the slap French Fry gave him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Big Fry lost contact with French Fry after several months of not seeing her. No one knew what happened to French Fry who suddenly left school and migrated to another country, nor Big Fry who left for UK to further his studies end of that year and migrated there. Both lived their lives happily, and not so happily (happily ever after only happens in fairy tales, ok)... ever after - till they die. Although they didn't see each other since the day at the zoo, they both often remembered the other as one who's special and unique in many different ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Big Fry can only thank French Fry for slapping him that day. He wouldn't have found Soggy Fry (his wife) if he continued going after French Fry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;French Fry didn't marry but devoted herself to God and her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-THE END-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;What actually happened before all that happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I'll tell it some other time ler. Too lazy d. Heh heh. I'll think of it some other time. -_-" That is if there are actually people who are reading it. T_T Thanks for all the support given and &lt;em&gt;silent &lt;/em&gt;critiques and encouragement, those helped so much that I don't know how to thank you... -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Yes. Big and French are officially NOT TOGETHER and they are living happy lives. As their autobiographer cum manager, I insist that all their fan mail and presents go through me before going to them. Heh heh. Thanks for reading, and yawning for some... Hahaha! Have a great weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-114017091165579008?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/114017091165579008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=114017091165579008' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/114017091165579008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/114017091165579008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2006/02/chapter-four.html' title='Chapter Four'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-113881456412332283</id><published>2006-02-01T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T06:02:43.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I recalled the first time I sat next to her, my eyes started brimming with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;French Fry... Hahaha...&lt;/em&gt; I laughed ironically to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She... She's one of a kind. She's not exactly beautiful nor stunning. Yet, there's something about her... Something that makes me keep going back to her just to see her laugh, just to see her smile. Just looking at her satisfies me. Somehow, she seems satisfied with life as it is. Simple and sweet. She's not one to demand much from anyone, not from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about me, you may ask? Well, I'm not super rich nor super handsome and you may expect all the main characters in fairy tales to be. I'm not your typical good looking, smart and rich guy. I'm well off, not too rich, not too poor. Not too bad looking, quite good looking tim... *looks in mirror* I'm ok in my studies, not a nerd, not a dummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I'm different. Why? I just am. Aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a month ago, I thought I was in love with her. Now, I'm madly in love with her. Yet, she treats me like sh*t! I bang on the wall hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BIG FRY! What are you doing banging on the wall in the middle of the night?", my mum shouted at me to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and plopped onto my bed and tried to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;^^^&lt;br /&gt;*Big Fry's dream*&lt;br /&gt;-sunset on a beach-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh... So beautiful.", I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeap. It is. :)", a voice said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped. O_o Since when did French Fry appear???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you run into the setting sun and catch some of those rays just for me?", she asked sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;"OF COURSE!", I replied impulsively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into the waves and and tried but floundered helplessly in the water, trying to catch the sunrays just for French Fry. The furthur I got, the more I struggled; the more I struggled, the more I felt like I was drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Fry face disappeared as suddenly as it appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun suddenly changed into Onion Ring's face, the mocking laughter and note of triumph in it pierced into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything turned dark slowly as I sunk deeper into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes slowly. My pillow was damp with sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting similar nightmares recently. All of them started happy with French Fry and then scary when Onion Ring comes about triumphant over some victory or other over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never detested Onion Ring. I even thought of him as a friend. &lt;em&gt;Thought&lt;/em&gt;... When did he cease to become my friend? Was it when he first asked her out? Was it when I started hearing rumours about them going out? Or... was it when I found out that he betrayed me...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That betrayal costed me a love and a friendship. Does it mean nothing to him? Nothing at all? He did it all because of jealousy? Love? Hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the clock. 5.23am. So early... =_= Need more sleep.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;^*^*^*^&lt;br /&gt;-French Fry's room-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the clock... 2.40am already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so engrossed in doing my work that I forgot the time. I must get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop thinking of Big Fry. Big Fry... Well. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what happened... I don't believe our friendship would ever be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^*^*^*^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Big Fry's bedroom-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kor! I wanna go to the ZOO!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, OK! Stop pulling my hair!", *grumble grumble*&lt;br /&gt;"Yay!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"But the zoo very smelly wan wor."&lt;br /&gt;"Onions are smellier! You don't know meh? Onions are so yucky and they make other people cry when you cut them. So smelly..."&lt;br /&gt;"O_o... Let's go to the zoo. Onions are very smelly hor. ^_^", I laughed to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-At the zoo-&lt;br /&gt;As I watched Small fry jump about, I smile in remembrance the last time he jumped about like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;^^^&lt;br /&gt;"Hi French Fry! :D", Small Fry said.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, cutie. :)", French Fry replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Are we going to the zoo today?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nope. But we're going somewhere else!", French Fry said mysteriously.&lt;br /&gt;"Erhm. Where are we going?", I butt in, just as curious as Small Fry.&lt;br /&gt;"Somewhere special... Hehehe.", she answered without giving away any clues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small Fry jumped about French Fry until he got dizzy and I had to carry him on my back. -_-" That boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tadaa~~ We're here!", French Fry announced.&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh...", the both of us replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Nice? :P"&lt;br /&gt;"Nice...", with both our thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure?", she scrunched up her eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;"Sure...", both of us nodded our heads.&lt;br /&gt;"Oik! Tell the truth!", she whacked our heads lightly.&lt;br /&gt;"T_T Why did you bring us to the neighbourhood park?", I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Yea...", Small Fry added in, disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;"Aish, it's not just an ordinary neighbourhood park, ok. Do you see there? That playhouse? That's our castle!", and she ran towards the house and peeked out of the window. "We have to get some mosquito repellant though.", and made a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dragged out feet towards the playhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come!", she said impatiently. "Come and see!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small Fry who's easier to console ran over to her.&lt;br /&gt;"WOW!", he said excitedly when he saw what was in the playhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious, I walked faster towards the playhouse trying not to show that I'm curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha. You wanna have a look then come over faster. You don't have to have that I-don't-care look on your face 'cause I know that you are curious.", she said cheekily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^ &lt;-- malu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Erhm. *clears throat* Who's curious?", still trying to cover up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"You are!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"..." Fine. -_-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I jogged over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Wow..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"I told you it's something special!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Yea..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;She decorated the whole playhouse with coloured ribbons and shining paper. In the middle of the house there was a small table where there sat a mini chocolate cake. Three small stools around the table and five candles were lit on the cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"It's for Small Fry's birthday.", she grinned when she saw my stunned expression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I must have looked very blur. ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Birthday! Birthday!", Small Fry yelled jumping around the playhouse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I've forgotten that I asked French Fry to help think of something for Small Fry's birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Oh yea. ^_^ &lt;-- malu again." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Aiyo, brother's birthday you can also forget. What kind of brother are you?", she asked in mock sternness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Huhuhu. ^_^ Forgot mar." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;^^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zoo- "Hey Small Fry, wanna call French Fry jie jie out anot today?", ^_^ *innocent smile* "OK! :D", he answered happily. "I give you my phone you call her, ok. ^_^ BUT, you don't tell her I asked you to call, ok." "Ok. :D" Heh heh heh... I mentally rubbed my hands together. I get to see her! :D "Hallo...", my brother's innocent voice floated into my ears. ^_^ Huhuhu. Good boy. O_O She picked up the phone! Maybe &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; should have called instead. T_T She hasn't been picking up my calls. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My brother asked if you wanted to come over to the zoo to play with us or not..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O! That boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... He told me not to tell you, but you're my good friend, so I'm telling you. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of me... T_T It's so embarrassing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? Yay!!! We'll see you soon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my brother a big hug and a big kiss on his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O!!! Did I just do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EwW!"&lt;br /&gt;"BLEch! Yuck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my brother so much. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-113881456412332283?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/113881456412332283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=113881456412332283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113881456412332283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113881456412332283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2006/02/chapter-three.html' title='Chapter Three'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-113785979163407994</id><published>2006-01-21T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T08:42:17.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ONE MONTH BEFORE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;French Fries' Point-Of-View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I sat there thinking hard, feeling very confused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't know why, but I have been thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;about big fry alot recently. I saw him in school of fries (the place where they teach u how to make fries). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I gave him a shy smile but i don't know whether he got the message or not. He seems so popular in school and I know I'm not the only one who has a crush on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, how can a handsome guy like big fry like a french fry like me? He must be thinking that I'm ugly... He has so many other pretty girl fan fries around him everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I try to talk to him, I chicken out. I am scared that he doesn't like me talking to him. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih... This is so confusing now, I'm starting to have a headache. I don't want to think about this anymore. After what happened to me a few years back, I'm scared to fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;"LALALALALALA~~~ I loooooveeee SMALL FRY!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;" THAT..... Is my super annoying younger sister by the name of mini french. She is only 12 years old and she is so so so totally in love with small fry, Big Fry's younger brother. What is she doing? -_-" I looked over at her. o_o *innocent She... is kissing a picture of small fry. O_O *disgusted Who knows where she got that picture from. A 12 year old liking a 5 year old. -_-" Small girls nowadays... *shakes head disappointedly* She keeps kissing the picture. My goodness. The picture is full of her saliva too... *yucks* "small fry n mini french, sitting on the tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G~~~" Oh gosh... -_-" I wonder what will happen if my parents happen to hear her singing that song. They would probably take away small fries' picture for sure and give her a super long lecture about not the right time having a boyfriend. Come to think of it..... Do you think that she will end up marrying small fry , and me, marrying big fry? wahahahaha..... *choke koff koff* Oh man... I've gotta stop thinking about him. ~*~ next day~*~ My alarm rang and i got ready for school. I had my quiet time with God and went to take a cold refreshing shower. After breakfast, I left for school in my shaky old school bus. The bus driver is very old and some of his teeth are missing. :B I wonder how does he eat? hahaha! I tried to sleep when the bus shook as hard as ever. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think the bus driver should get a new bus else i'll turn into french shaker fries instead. UGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While complaining to myself about the bus, big fry came up the bus and sat next to me. O_O O_O O_O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I held my breath and my heart went *budup budup budup thumpity thump*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I suddenly felt nervous and my palms started to sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What do I do? What do I do? O_O What do I say? Or do I pretend to be sleeping? O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"H...h...hi. O_O" I tried smiling but I don't think it came out right... T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Why are your eyes so big? -_-""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"O_O I don't know..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ok... As long as you don't stare at me. Your eyes are freaking me out." he smiled as if he was amused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"O_O Y..yes s..s..sir." I nodded my head vigorously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He exhaled and closed his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;T_T Did I give such a bad impression till he doesn't even want to look at me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sighed and look out the window...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the other hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wah! I got a place next to her! Woot! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"H...h...hi. ^_^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T_T Am I that scary? Why is she stammering when talking to me? T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Why are your eyes so big? -_-""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T_T Your eyes are big 'cause you're scared, right. Sob~ T_T I'll go home and cry tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"O_O I don't know..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know... T_T You ARE scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ok... As long as you don't stare at me. Your eyes are freaking me out." I said jokingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I smiled at her 'cause I didn't want to look so unfriendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Plus, I had to tell her that her eyes are scary... They look as if they're about to pop out of her sockets if she opens them a fraction bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"O_O Y..yes s..s..sir" as her nodded her head so hard that I thought that her fragile head would come off too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I sighed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If only I could just talk to her like normal friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I closed my eyes, happy that I could at least sit next to her today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-113785979163407994?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/113785979163407994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=113785979163407994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113785979163407994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113785979163407994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2006/01/chapter-two.html' title='Chapter Two'/><author><name>germie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15354133874527788198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-113766664250706769</id><published>2006-01-19T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T02:46:32.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something different.</title><content type='html'>Haluuu! Haven't been blogging for some time. Anyway, here's a story Lydia and I are going to write. :P Spontaneous blogging. She'll continue mine and I'll continue hers. Hahahaha! Can't wait for the whole outcome. :P Haven't thought of the title and even the names so don't blame me if the names given are weird, ok. Hehehe. Enjoy (hopefully. :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, my england veli de geng chao, so don't hope for perfect english or anything from my part. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at her photograph long and hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man! She's beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared longer, ignoring my heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could she smile and be so happy...&lt;/em&gt; I thought bitterly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No! I &lt;/em&gt;want&lt;em&gt; her to be happy!&lt;/em&gt; I shook my head as if trying to shake the bitterness away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harder I looked, the more her smile looked like it was mocking me, laughing at me for being so crazy over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bear to look at her picture any longer and turned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned back in my chair hard, which almost caused me to topple over (and also gave me a minor heartattack O_O, though I wouldn't admit it in a million years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to my best to compose myself and show that the near-fall didn't frighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong with your face?", a voice came out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O!!! Since when did my small fry of a brother come into my room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?! WHAT?! You've never seen anyone with red eyes, dark eye bags, pale and pasty face before? You want me to whack your bum???" I demanded, embarrassed that Small fry saw me &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; (I didn't, ok) fall off my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er... *deep in thought* No. AND you look scary." he said cheekily and darted out immediately in case I charge at him and give him a good smack on his bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slumped back into my chair. No use wasting energy on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, her beautiful smile seemed to be teasing me of my silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to rub the fatigue from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm tired...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drifted off to sleep uncomfortably in my chair...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^&lt;br /&gt;*Big fry's dream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! French fry (the name of the girl. :P this name is inspired by Lydia's purple coloured french fries. Hahaha. Everybody in this story will be some-fry or other. :D I told you I'm bad with names. Hahaha. Don't mind me. :P)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up to see French walking towards my desk. I stood up and grinned widely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French didn't answer back. She was looking at me but it was as if she was looking past me, looking &lt;em&gt;through&lt;/em&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if... As if I was invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked past me without a tiny smile or even a curt nod to acknowledge my presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and looked at her receding profile, disappearing into the crowd that suddenly appeared from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat back in shock, unable to understand what just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's ignored me? T_T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart felt as if someone was squeezing it, hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned again to see her disappearing into the ever-growing crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A horrible feeling set in. Suddenly, I was desperate to find out why she's ignoring me and find out what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of losing her made me break into cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't lose her. Where is she going? Who is she going to? Will I ever find her again? Dear Lord, please help me find her. I don't want to, I cannot, I must not lose her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if I couldn't breathe. I was choking. The crowd was pressing hard against me. Why can't I move???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O"!!! &lt;-- my face. O_O &lt;-- Small fry's face inches away from mine, and no, we were NOT about to kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Small fry's face doing in front of mine? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey!" I growled at him. "Get off me!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggled and tried my best to push him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're breathing your smelly breath down me!", with a frown on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reply, he just giggled and got off me. -_-" What a pesky boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed off all the blankets, pillows and bolsters off of me. He must have taken the pillows and blankets from every room and piled it on me. How nice of him. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I had a nightmare! I sighed and wiped my sweat off my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oww..." Leg cramps! Sheesh. This is what I get for falling asleep on a chair. A super hard chair that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T What have I done to deserve my brother's 'love'... [note: Small fry is only 5 years old.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and gave Small fry a big brotherly bear hug which he didn't like and tried to squirm away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad! I'm stronger! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only I held on to her that tightly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inspired&lt;/strong&gt; by: you-know-who's dramatic life. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-113766664250706769?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/113766664250706769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=113766664250706769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113766664250706769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113766664250706769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2006/01/something-different.html' title='Something different.'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-113725887038510170</id><published>2006-01-14T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T09:14:30.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ns ns ns~ (aren't you bored of it already? :P)</title><content type='html'>The part I liked the most during today's talkshow is........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: You must really learn how to let go of grudges in NS.&lt;br /&gt;J: But what if she has offended you?&lt;br /&gt;L: Just forgive la!&lt;br /&gt;J: But what if she has offended you?&lt;br /&gt;L: You cannot do anything about it so you must forgive her sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;J: But what if she has offended you?!&lt;br /&gt;L: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Don't really remember the conversation but it went something like that. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Lydia should have said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Forgive only la!!! You want me to smack you ah, ask so many questions! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other part that was funny (shown in the clip):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SAYA WIRA JIMMY, MINTA KEBENARAN UNTUK TURUN, &lt;em&gt;TUAN&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, we all had to scream that out when we were going to jump off from the super high and scary platform to abseil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it wasn't that high. But still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda miss ns, now that we're talking about it. Hahaha. Like the time when all the lights went out while we were bathing in the bathroom - at night. T_T It was rather scary... with all those ghost stories that suddenly pop into your head. T_T Thank goodness there were other people in the bathroom who were kind enough to bring in some candles so that we could at least see a tiny tiny bit of light and finish our showers (yes, we had showers and lots of water in my camp. :P). Michelle was really worried, too, when the lights went off and came to the bathroom to look for me. So nice of her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I would very positively say that, SAYA, WIRAWATI MEI YII, enjoyed camp despite it's downs and downs. Hahaha. No ler, honestly, now that it's over (like what Lydia said), it was actually really fun and enjoyable in camp. No Lit homework also. :P Free food and free clothes (though the clothes are really... special, different, unique, blue, hot and interesting...) Hahaha. The buttons on my blue "celoreng" shirt (the tiger/camouflage pattern thing) came out because it rusted. -_-" The one on my shoulder where one can stuff his/her beret in. :P Aiseh. But I really thank God I went to NS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing how God works in our lifes? And also how acurate His timing is for everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice. :P Nites, God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-113725887038510170?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/113725887038510170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=113725887038510170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113725887038510170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113725887038510170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2006/01/ns-ns-ns-arent-you-bored-of-it-already.html' title='Ns ns ns~ (aren&apos;t you bored of it already? :P)'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-113674035268210467</id><published>2006-01-08T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T09:15:15.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh wow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gong chan&lt;/span&gt;: how is he? has he regained conciousness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;doctor &lt;/span&gt;: he's hanging on the thin thread between life and death. but, he's awake now. although he has regained conciousness, you have to be mentally prepared in case he passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gong chan and ju yoo rin walks in slowly to the hospital room, staring in the daze at the once strong and healthy man but now, resolved to a mere vegetable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gong chan&lt;/span&gt;: harabuji (grandfather)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;harabuji &lt;/span&gt;: gong chan... is she... is she... hook shi (by any chance)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;gong chan&lt;/span&gt;: yes, harabuji. she's your long lost granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoo rin stands next to the corpse like figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;yr&lt;/span&gt; : harabuji. cho ah seh yeoh (grandpa, i've come to see you). i'm your granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she holds his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yr:&lt;/span&gt; harabuji, now that i'm finally here.... you cannot leave so soon. get well soon.... please.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hb&lt;/span&gt;:gong chan-ah.... kum-wap-ta (thank you). now i have no regrets. i can rest in..... peaacceee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hand that yoo rin holds tightly onto, gradually lay limp, and slowly, it slid out of her hands as if all life has gone out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;gc&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HARABUJI!!!! HARABUJI!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*sob* *sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heir of the largest hotel chain in seoul drops on his knee sobbing. his hands holding his grandfather's hand tightly. his head, on his thigh. tears started pouring out uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gc: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;HARABUJI!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*nudge* *nudge*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;*tap* *tap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yr&lt;/span&gt;: cho... cho gee oh (excuse me),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*nudge* *nudge*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yr&lt;/span&gt;: cho gee... cho gee oh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the forlorn figure beside her looks up not caring that he was crying in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;yr&lt;/span&gt;: (points to the monitor)&lt;br /&gt;that thing has to go &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii &lt;/span&gt;before he's actually dead......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looks down at the still figure on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;yr&lt;/span&gt;: i think he's just asleep..... (^0^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;gc:&lt;/span&gt; 0.0 (looks over at the machine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;machine&lt;/span&gt;: dit..... dit.... dit.... dit.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gc: (^0^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-113674035268210467?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/113674035268210467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=113674035268210467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113674035268210467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113674035268210467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-wow.html' title='oh wow...'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-113627533644499315</id><published>2006-01-02T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T00:02:16.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post from me in y2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's 2(?) days late, but our modem decided to back out on us the day before new year. Yup. Wasn't that &lt;em&gt;cruel&lt;/em&gt;? *takes tissue out and blows lots of disgusting mucus into it* Remember Saturday afternoon when it rained really hard? I think that was when the lightning struck something somewhere and something happened to the modem. The modem still couldn't work even after changing the modem. -_-" All thanks to some helpful streamyx employee, my connection is well and running again! *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how I celebrated new year's eve? I spent the whole night watching stuff on TV. -_-" Hahaha. No wait, I was reading stuff online. Then TV-ed for a while, then went out to 1u to watch the fireworks display. Nice, but not as nice as the Merdeka one watching up close. Couldn't see much from the car. T_T Hahaha. The good thing is, we still got to see it though we went out of the house at... 11.55pm? The whole highway (in front of 1u) was packed with cars, everyone stopped to watch the fireworks display. Hahaha. Quite... interesting. Yeap. Went back after say, 20 minutes? Spent the rest of the night watching the chinese concert they had in Taiwan (if I'm not wrong). Hahaha. I only liked Lee Hom and Lin Jun Jie. The rest were.... let's just say, they had to cater for all ages and preferences. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what was the first thing I did for the new year? I watch some more TV programs! :P Useless ones too. -_-" Hahaha. Watched America's next top model (two episods) and some high school prank thing. That was interesting - urine in water balloons, schools sending letters to parents saying that they'll be giving the students free stays at hotels and free condoms and stuff like that during senior year prom, food fights, and other weird stuff. Too bad they only show it at 2, 3am in the morning. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church and guess how we decided to start new year with? -_-" We started it by telling each other 'ghost stories' and stuff like that. -_-" I wonder who started it. :P Not a very ideal way of starting the new year. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. We also HAD to greet everyone with "Happy new year! This is the first time talking to you this year! :D" or "Hi!!! This is the first time I'm seeing you this year!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year - "This is the last time I'm going to sit on this chair for this year."; "This is the last time I'm going to wear this pair of shoes this year."; "This is the last time I'm going to wear this T-shirt this year."; "This is the last time we're going to see you this year."; "This is the last time we're going to talk to you this year." Hahaha. Lots of nonsense. :P Another one by Hui Yii - "You're the last person I'll be seeing this year." then turn away (11.59.58pm) and look back at me (12.00.02am) "You're the first person I see this year!" Hahaha. But actually, the first two people I saw this year was my dad and Hui Yii, we were watching the fireworks in the car, remember? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this year is going to be another good year where we'll be 'walking in ALL our inheritance' and have more exciting stuff for the coming youth services. :D Good good. God bless and have a happy and prosperous new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Sorry for the super boring post. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-113627533644499315?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/113627533644499315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=113627533644499315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113627533644499315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113627533644499315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-post-from-me-in-y2006.html' title='First post from me in y2006'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-113605870598996720</id><published>2005-12-31T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T11:51:46.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh right!</title><content type='html'>oh right!!! i forgot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-113605870598996720?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/113605870598996720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=113605870598996720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113605870598996720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113605870598996720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-right.html' title='oh right!'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-113484363583425409</id><published>2005-12-17T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T10:20:35.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear dumb diary- just a thought</title><content type='html'>dear dumb diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i know it may sound a bit weird, but have you ever thought what the sounds and all the weather thingy that the cloud does (like raining n snowing)  actually may have a hidden meaning beside it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, like when it&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; snows&lt;/span&gt;, the clouds are having &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when its &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;raining heavily&lt;/span&gt;, like really heavily, its as if the clouds each drank like &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;cups of water and have been holding their pees in for like &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; hours?&lt;br /&gt;or sometimes, there's&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; no rain&lt;/span&gt; but u keep hearing &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;thunder&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;lightnings&lt;/span&gt; it means that the cloud is &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;trying to shit&lt;/span&gt; (cos tummy ache) but nothing but&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; farts&lt;/span&gt; is coming out no matter how much the cloud is pushing? and the lightning could mean, you know, those &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;silent&lt;/span&gt; bomb farts. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;silent.&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;deadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when it hails, the clouds have no more &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;constipation&lt;/span&gt; (mebbe they ate lots of fibre. air fibre?) and it's shitting &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;nonstop&lt;/span&gt;. or when the clouds inhales (not eat) laxatives (mebbe in the form of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cfc&lt;/span&gt;- chlorofluorocarbon)&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. what outer cloud stuffs are there...&lt;br /&gt;nope. i think thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! you know, dumb diary, i just love it when like, you're sitting in the car, your car is &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;static&lt;/span&gt; (not moving) and its raining heavily and there are &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;puddles&lt;/span&gt; near your car and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ZOOM!&lt;/span&gt; a car whizzes by, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SPLASH!&lt;/span&gt; the water from the puddle makes a big splash on your window. its like a &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;waterfall&lt;/span&gt; but you're seeing it from the inside of the cave where the waterfall is. like in &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;the myth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-one day, my prince will come. but for now, i will settle for kissing a few frogs before he arrive- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-113484363583425409?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/113484363583425409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=113484363583425409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113484363583425409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113484363583425409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-dumb-diary-just-thought.html' title='dear dumb diary- just a thought'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-113464225060325959</id><published>2005-12-15T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T02:24:10.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear dumb diary</title><content type='html'>hey! hehehe. i know, i know. i havent scribble in you for such a long time. hehe. do u miss my nonsensical nonsense-s? u know you do. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you see, the only reason i havent been writing is cos well, my life's been sooo exciting lately so i dont have anything to blog about. like for eg, getting out of saman, getting reli cool results for bio, getting another letter, singing in the rain, learning kick boxing, yoga, ninjetsu, kung fu (POW!) belly dancing all in one day. completed all levels in just one hour! (how many levels do they have anyway?)    oh. i swam with the sharks, performed with dolphins, lead a safari in s. africa, hmmm.... what else did i do.... oh! i was crown princess mermaid-an nanalily! hmmm... that about covers it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm off to more of my exciting life! taaa!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-113464225060325959?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/113464225060325959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=113464225060325959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113464225060325959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113464225060325959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-dumb-diary.html' title='dear dumb diary'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-113366225795825447</id><published>2005-12-03T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T18:14:15.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For SS2 cg members and anyone who's interested. :P</title><content type='html'>We're going to have a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CEPBCGCBBQ party&lt;/span&gt;! :D Erm. Yea. Those letters stand for ... &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Candlelight&lt;/span&gt; (mum's idea) &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;evangelical&lt;/span&gt; (church's idea) &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt; (cause we don't have the funds) care group &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tmas&lt;/span&gt; (cause it's Christmas?) &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;barbeque&lt;/span&gt; (Mei Yan and Krys' idea) party. :P:P:P Yea. Hmm. Hahahaha. It's going to be on the &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;16th of Dec&lt;/span&gt; (my idea :D and also cause it's care group night. Hahahaha. No ler... Actually, I forgot whose idea. :S) &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;at my house&lt;/span&gt;. Call anyone but me to ask for directions to my house. Hahaha. No la, call me for directions to my house! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... We're also going for &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt; around the neighbourhood (if possible; if not possible we'll have to resort to singing real loudly outside my house - mum's idea, again) and decorate the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tree&lt;/span&gt; in front of my house. -_- (mum's idea. Hahahaha) I thought they were saying a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tree&lt;/span&gt; -_-, mana tau they say they're decorating the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; tree outside my house. Hahahahaha. Then... Bring a &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;five dollar pressie&lt;/span&gt; for gift exchange and we must promise each other not to open it till Christmas. Ahahaha. Kidding. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BRING FRIENDS and FOOD&lt;/span&gt;, any kind of friends, all sorts of food :P if you can. Bring &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt; too! - too important to leave out, must not forget. :P:P:P Oh yea, it's &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;starts at 5.30 pm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. It's not going to be TOO exciting ler. :P Just food and talking and some more talking and some singing and some more talking and eating and chewing and swallowing and some more talking... Hahahaha. Most probably. -_-" Yea, so INvITE YOUR fRIEnds! Tell them it's CHRISTMAS, the more the merrier! :P 200 people enough ler. Hahahahaha. Kidding. Just invite whoever you can and pray that we'll have LOTS of fun and LOTS of souls saved. :D OH yea. Last note - the dress code is to wear &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; mar! Hui Yii's idea. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K ler. Exam week. Have to study! This post also curi curi post wan. HAHAHAha. Shh. Hui Yii don't tell mummy, ok. (Y) Ok. Hehehe. God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-113366225795825447?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/113366225795825447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=113366225795825447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113366225795825447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113366225795825447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-ss2-cg-members-and-anyone-whos.html' title='For SS2 cg members and anyone who&apos;s interested. :P'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-113275262860419816</id><published>2005-11-23T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T05:30:28.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good story! *must read* (recommended)</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time... There lived three, wait, no... four little girls who started a blog. Well. The moral of the story is... Don't let the four little girls blog. They're too lazy to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments on the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"It was so good, I didn't fall asleep while reading it! :D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"Very different. Nice and pleasant. No elements of DOTA stuff in it. *koff koff* Sorry, itchy throat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Interesting, I'll publish it in my site! :D Oh by the way, you'll be the first visitor if you enter my site. Isn't that a great privilage? *smiles broadly*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Just to let all of the spiders (no more readers... T_T) know that I'm still alive. :P:P:P Sorry for the lack of posts, no time, no time. &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-113275262860419816?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/113275262860419816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=113275262860419816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113275262860419816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113275262860419816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-story-must-read-recommended.html' title='Good story! *must read* (recommended)'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-113084429479826784</id><published>2005-11-01T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T10:24:16.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Who Cried RAT</title><content type='html'>Have you heard of the story "The Boy Who Cried Wolf"? Well... This is an &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;IMPROVISED&lt;/span&gt; version of it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"AHHHHHHHHHHHH............!!!!!!! MUMMEEEEEEE!!!!! I THINK I SAW A RAT!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*koff* guess who yelled that? HAHAHA. No ler. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Not me&lt;/span&gt;. Hui Yii. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where??!" - Mum&lt;br /&gt;"I think it went behind the door!" - Hui Yii *don't dare to move while pointing at the door*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;*Mum runs up the chair*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;--- the one next to the computers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*Dad follows suit on another one*&lt;/span&gt; Though he later on says that he did it for fun. -_-" Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHhHHhH~"&lt;br /&gt;"AHhhHHhHhHH...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who screamed and stuffs 'cause... er... I wasn't paying attention. Quite blur that time. :P Heard the story later on from dads and mums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Yii then finally decided to run out of the kitchen area. That was when my dad had already jumped off his chair. So &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hui Yii ran up that chair&lt;/span&gt; and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The rat decided to follow her. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... *Scramble scramble* *Screams* *Lots of noise*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh eh! It ran under the stairs!"&lt;br /&gt;"Where, where??!!"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know! It ran there! *point at the boxes under the stairs*"&lt;br /&gt;"Go take something to hit it!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Ok. Here's the list of things brought out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1. Cangkul - dad -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2. Broom - mum - not too bad... but the handle of the broom? O_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;3. A piece of cloth - grandaunty - I guess she so ngam was holding one, but she was sort of flinging it here and there. Hmm. Interesting. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;4. Fish tank cleaner sponge thing - dad - erhm... I guess it came along with the cangkul... -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. Tongs - tak jadi. Grandaunty wanted to borrow it from the neighbour but I guess it was too late. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;6. Pliers - hmm. Since my grandaunty couldn't get the tongs (I don't know why), she got my dad a pair of pliers. -____-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... They didn't use all those... instruments... -_-"... So anyway. My younger brother saw the rat behind some place. So... Hmm. Ok. The place is in between the wall and er... our supposed table but it isn't fixed yet. Hahahaha. Anyway it's hard and flat and thank goodness still in it's cardboard box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok. Here goes &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the process of rat being killed by dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... As you all know. The rat ran for its life and hid behind the box. It's quite flat. Just imagine my table being in that cardboard box. -_-" &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My poor table. &lt;/span&gt;So... My dad... he kicked de box and squished the rat (how fun :D, but I missed it. T_T) HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mum: "Your father ah, just now ah, kicked the cardboard until his legs are tired. Then he said 'faster boil water, faster boil water!', so excited you know!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... The rat got squished between the cardboard and wall. So I heard... The rat tried to wriggle his/her way out, and it managed to squeeze half its way out. My dad kicked even harder. -__-" So half of it got&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; squished&lt;/span&gt;. T_T Eww... Hui Yii heard it squealing from upstairs. Wow. What a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;powerful&lt;/span&gt; voice. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad then poured hot water on its head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;RAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DIED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;--- climax of the story :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe it's not dead yet." - dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a long explanation from dad about how he hung the rat and stuffs. -_-" Very interesting. :D&lt;br /&gt;"But I think it was dead already when i hung him." - dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"The rat was very inexperienced ah, still very young, got caught by us." - mum and dad -__-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;moral &lt;/span&gt;of the story is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LISTEN when the girl cries RAT.&lt;/span&gt; HAhAhahA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-113084429479826784?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/113084429479826784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=113084429479826784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113084429479826784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113084429479826784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/11/girl-who-cried-rat.html' title='The Girl Who Cried RAT'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-113060255959279567</id><published>2005-10-29T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T09:16:00.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dory, Nemo and me.</title><content type='html'>"I'm finding Dory. Have you seen her...?"&lt;br /&gt;"RLC. Go to RLC..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, Hui Yii! You look SO CUTE!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha... Thx. *malu*"&lt;br /&gt;"Join ler... Join! You look so cute! Got chance. Maybe can win."&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm........."&lt;br /&gt;"Daniel backed-out d. You take his place la! *grins*"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok la ok la. I join."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*poke Hui Yii* Why is no one wearing pyjamas... T_T I feel so weird man."&lt;br /&gt;"YA lor! All of them are not wearing pyjamas. Aih."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, lieRn! You joining also??? :D"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea yea! Thank goodness both of you also wearing pyjamas! I felt so awkward, no one is wearing pyjamas. *grins with happiness*" But then again... lieRn is always grinning. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. So... yea. Only four of us were wearing pyjamas. HAHAhA! So funny. :P But Hui Yii looks really cute in her outfit. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dream cafe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh eh! Starting d! I must take pictures of Hui Yii!" But... Camera no battery liao. -_-&lt;br /&gt;"-_-' You didn't charge it ah yesterday? Lazy... Tsk tsk. *shakes head*"&lt;br /&gt;"What ler... I did! Er... Hui Yii did! Aih. I think camera battery got problem. T_T"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried cheering for Cow... But I... unfortunately... aih... was the only one clapping. T_T Well... Then... We cheered for HUI YII!!! Woot~! But... yea... we were the only ones clapping. -_- from our corner. Aish. Too bad Hui Yii, try harder next time. :P I think this is the balasan for being the president of myfc. HMPH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait... What are those things we see on Hui Yii's feet? Isn't that......... DORY? *runs to Dory and give her a long-lost-ownerofthefish'ssister-and-fish-hug* We both cried (me and fish) buckets of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now *happy smile*... Dory is living happily ever after in the fish tank outside dream cafe. Neh... That fish tank ah... Hahaha! That one where Wei Shin wanted to take Lydia's fish net to fish my poor Dory out. T_T Lions shouldn't eat fish! &gt;:( Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Once again, the day is saved. Thanks to... *ahem* ME. :P *not malu*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dory is found, saved, alive, blue -_-, smelly and what not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey... -_-, &lt;--- looks like a mole on his face. HAHAHAH! So cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;"What about Nemo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Him... He's living happily in Lydia's room. Yea. He has to go through help-I-got-squished-by-HuiYii therapy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elephant?&lt;br /&gt;He's going through help-I-gots-the-squishies-from-lieRn-and-Herman therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dolphin and monkey...&lt;br /&gt;They live happily ever after being squished by Lydia. Yea. They don't mind. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animals' motto?&lt;br /&gt;Live for Lydia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah! Yea. Lydia's zoo of soft toys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-113060255959279567?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/113060255959279567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=113060255959279567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113060255959279567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113060255959279567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/10/dory-nemo-and-me.html' title='Dory, Nemo and me.'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-113016427615601710</id><published>2005-10-24T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T07:31:16.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>proud to be fat!</title><content type='html'>dear dumb diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i'm actually proud to be fat! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;woot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;woot!&lt;/span&gt; hehe. cos according to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;, the lighter u are, the less data u haf. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: wah, your phone so small but actually quite heavy one&lt;br /&gt;joy: cos she put so much data inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we-----&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;-_-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*checked joy's forehead* nope. her head's fine.&lt;br /&gt;if what she says really is true.... WOOT WOOT! i'm smart! muahahahahaha! i pity all the skinny whinnies.... like.... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;JOY!&lt;/span&gt; :P nah, she has her smart moments sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i watched even stevens yesterday w joy and it was kinda nice to watch. i've always liked watching &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;even stevens&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;phil from the future&lt;/span&gt; is H.O.T HOT! and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;suite life of zack and cody&lt;/span&gt; is majorly awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, but back to the stevens,&lt;br /&gt;teacher- so when did you start feeling left out in &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;maths&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;(dunno wts his name) stevens- oh, since &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kindergarden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher---&gt; 0.0.......we have aLOT to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aii... i cant tell a funny story, haih... but dont u DARE laugh u &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;dumb diary&lt;/span&gt;. ur jokes never made me laugh anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, dumb diary, wanna bet with me i'm gonna get dumb comments bout&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; 'wow! ur blog's great! wanna get more home loan? check out my site!'&lt;/span&gt;   come on, i bet with you... hmmmm 200 bucks. k? no? u cant afford it? u're just a &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;dumb diary&lt;/span&gt; anyway. too lazy to work for your living. always relying on a nice, pretty young girl (me) to support ur life. sigh.... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;men&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;- you may do some pretty stupid things, but that does not make you stupid- even stevens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-113016427615601710?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/113016427615601710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=113016427615601710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113016427615601710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/113016427615601710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/10/proud-to-be-fat.html' title='proud to be fat!'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112913837278132991</id><published>2005-10-12T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:32:52.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and it al happened at c3</title><content type='html'>dear dumb diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yesterday during maths (c3) it was uber boring and i didnt understand a word my teacher was saying so after a while i started disturbing my frens n talking to them. hehe. then i was asking them what do they see me working as, like next time. so then they suggested psychologist. so fine la, we were talking bout it. then one of my guy frens were calling my name so ok la. answer him la. hehe. then he was sitting with his hands like half open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i said&lt;br /&gt;'hmm... the way you're sitting means you're half open'&lt;br /&gt;(u knoe, like they said if u always stand with arms tight around you it means you dont like to open up or get close to others.&lt;br /&gt;n he was like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-_-)   (_ _)  (-_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he faster got up and covered his fly. haha. n then we started laughing n everything. heehee. i didnt knoe simply mumbling stuff works in ways that.... *&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;in creepy voice&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;that you dont know of.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dumb diary, better watch what you say! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man! dumb diary!!!! so embarassing!!!! ugh! ok. see, i went out of c3 class to get my bio papers (cos maths was BoORing. so i went out la.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; then, i was walking back to my class you see. n i was opening the doors you see, n i was 'walking back to my sea, you see, then when i opened my eyes, like... REALLY BIG, i noticed something.... ITS NOT MY CLASS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they were staring at me like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 0.0 ----&gt;them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like ----&gt; (-_- ) ( -_-) (-_- ) ( -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 0.0 !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(^0^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backtrack to the front door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (-.-) (_ _) (-.-) (_ _)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(^0^;) and faster walk/run to my class with a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; face.... i blush often anyway. even if i'm talking to a guy i hate sometimes. VERY irritating. i think its my genes or sumtin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;AND ITS ALL YOUR FAULT DUMB DIARY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"A gossip is one who talks to you about others, a bore is one who talks to you about himself; and a brilliant conversationalist is one who talks to you about yourself."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lisa Kirk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112913837278132991?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112913837278132991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112913837278132991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112913837278132991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112913837278132991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-it-al-happened-at-c3.html' title='and it al happened at c3'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112895920004239868</id><published>2005-10-10T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T08:46:40.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4538/433/1600/Picture%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4538/433/320/Picture%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, so yeng right. Pose with the winner! I wonder where John is......... :P:P:P Congrats again lieRn! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4538/433/1600/Picture%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4538/433/320/Picture%20049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drum roll* The one and only........ Wei SHIN! Hahaha. And his self-appointed bride's maids. WAHAHAHA. Don't worry! We've got it ALL planned. :P:P:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4538/433/1600/Picture%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4538/433/320/Picture%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... This one's a bit dark. :P There we have our goggles man again. :D aka the actor for Mask of Zorro 3/4/5/6/7/8/whatever number you want. You ask, we produce. :P:P:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4538/433/1600/Picture%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4538/433/320/Picture%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dressing room (where I forced all of them to practice with me before it started. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4538/433/1600/Picture%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4538/433/320/Picture%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one in front, he's Kelvin. So yeng right. :P:P:P Hahahaha. And Andrew at the back there. Hahaha! Goggles! I'll make sure that i'll never delete this picture. So funny. :P And us - we couldn't resist using that pose. :P ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4538/433/1600/Picture%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4538/433/320/Picture%20057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... that's not me, Hui Yii, Lydia, Lydia, lieRn :P hahahaha. Huiyii looks as if she has two flowers of her head (ignore the fact that mine also has two).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112895920004239868?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112895920004239868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112895920004239868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112895920004239868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112895920004239868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/10/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112868199512919118</id><published>2005-10-07T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T03:46:35.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear dumb diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. just came across this review bout a korean drama. hehe... check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-start-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just now finish watching stained glass and I surprise why all of you tell the its story line drag on. previously I curious why all of you tell the its story line drag on.and after I watching, in the reality which all of you tell unprovable, as long as I see, the storylines very attractive and burn up. I do not understand why all of you tell if staned glass very boring. all of you also tell if its story is weight, its title is bad, too much conflict, and music making headache.I very adverse opinion all of you,all of you know according to my opinion is stained glass story is very attractive, touching, pleasing and amusing, its music even also very balmy in hearing and touching. myself very liking of Kdramas, and as long as I watching the Kdramas, stained glass represent one of good Kdramas is which I have ever seen.I am a few lost time to look on the stained glass, because in my state is Incoming Kdramas phlegmatically, usually some month after a period of turning around korea finish.I suggest at all of you if look on the Kdramas better don't alone, because look on alone very inconvenience, good story become felt to drag on. I suggest at least three.possible all of you tell I lost time to comment like this, moreover a period of turning around stained glass have used up, but I do not hold up with all oblique comment about stained glass which is according to its story me nicely and not drag on.I very taking a fancy of acting of all characterization, I take a fancy to the Kim Ha Neul, Lee Dong Gun and Kim Sung Soo. according to their me succeed to play the part of the character of each.I think Kim Ha Neul is brilliant actress, beautiful, and not drag on, each every character which her playing the part of total and a great length of.I apologize if wrong me tell something, me only wish to tell my opinion, and if any Kdramass of other dissimilar which wish all of you my debate will conveniently follow it.hey I like to know, in yours state is Kdramas of what a lot of conversed.if there are any which wish to send the email me send to &lt;a href="mailto:fist_alpha@plasa.com" target="_blank"&gt;fist_alpha@plasa.com&lt;/a&gt;. let us talk about the Kdramas, I anxious for know the devotee Kdramas outside my state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my england-shi aso- veli good-ah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112868199512919118?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112868199512919118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112868199512919118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112868199512919118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112868199512919118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/10/dear-dumb-diary-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112861524804755628</id><published>2005-10-06T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:14:08.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When BRAINS attack!</title><content type='html'>You've heard of dog attacks. You've heard of bear attacks. You've heard of heart attacks... But I'm sure you've never heard of BRAIN attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, Taylor's college (a very canggih once-upon-a-time time) had a launch for a new website for the THINK magazine. It's &lt;a href="http://www.think.com.my"&gt;www.think.com.my&lt;/a&gt; by the way. Quite interesting. You should check out the site. Anyway... The THINK people decided to give away BRAINS. Small, squishy, grey BRAINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short about how these brains came about, the grey brains were being distributed to EVERYONE they could dump the brains onto. Soon, the BRAINS (I'm serious, BRAINS T_T) were being thrown about carelessly, fumblingly, with skill, without skill and goodness-knows-how they throw those stuff about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a beautiful princess, ME (:P:P:P), was sitting INNOCENTLY in class... No ler, actually... I was sort of crab-walking in that row of seats to test which part of that row was the coldest and not sit there. :P As I was saying, I crab-walked around that row, and then sat down, when a brain flew into the room. T_T narrowly missing my head. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 minute later... (Yea, we all just ignored the brain. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, can I have my brain back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Er... Ok. So I gave him the brain. The poor mistreated brain. Terrible owner. But quite good-looking ah. HAHAHA. No ler. Kidding only. :P They happen to be the group of people that sat next to me 2 days ago in the library. The ones that made quite a lot of noise. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. You wouldn't want to know what happened to the brain that unfortunately fell into my classmate's hands. It... It......... It................ broke into two. Some more not the right brain, left brain thing. It broke the other way. Hehehehe. Looked so funny. Some more there's a hole in the middle of the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, that wasn't enough torture for the brain. My classmate tore the brain into little pieces and decided to throw them at ME. YES. Me. The beautiful princess. HAHAHA. Aiyor, kidding only ok! :P Anyway, T_T that was the second time I got attacked by the BRAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not enough... THAT guy ah... Aiseh man. There's this other guy... [AISEH! I CAN'T BLOG THIS PART. T_T Aih. I regret so many things in my life. One of them is giving STALKERS my blog-addy. T_T HAHAHA.] Anyway, back to that first friend (with some details left out), he PURPOSELY rolled the brain on the floor. "Oops!" That guy ahh............ Terrible motive why he asked me to pick it up! That one still not enough. T_T He went on throwing brain pieces at me. T_T Then I scolded him jokingly, "Your mum didn't teach you not to throw brains at others ah?" Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... Oh yea. When we were leaving the college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want brains?" the guy held out a basket full of brains. :P&lt;br /&gt;"Er, no thanks. We already have brains."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. So funny ler. Brainy talk. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yea. After all that has happened, the brains didn't live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Oh yea, those are squishy toy brains where they stamped THINK onto it with their site address. :P Just in case you're still blur about the brains. :P Well, my brain has to rest now. Take care of your brains! :P Nites. God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112861524804755628?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112861524804755628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112861524804755628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112861524804755628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112861524804755628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-brains-attack.html' title='When BRAINS attack!'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112792360123194393</id><published>2005-09-28T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:13:20.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lan, slan, mlan</title><content type='html'>dear dumb diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... i've been struck by the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;lazy-blog-itis&lt;/span&gt;. haih... too lazy to write in you, dumb diary, no matter how funny you look today. but... haih... since erng mei did ask... (btw, those who have been &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;reading unauthorised&lt;/span&gt; will be struck by the &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;virus&lt;/span&gt;. muahahaha! - actually, choi! the last time i wrote this dumb diary, my computer kena virus.... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*sob*&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... oh! let me tell you of my darling friend&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; mei yii&lt;/span&gt;. so freakin proud of her on saturday! she really dance well that day. best she's danced so far i think. hehe. cos i think got pressure so... well, on saturday, she had to rush from college to church and she couldnt get the steps cos we put in new steps. once she reached church, we straightaway practised on stage since we only had a few minutes left before prayer starts. the first round, it was kind of hard for her to catch up but she took it really well and was laughing all the way so i guess she's um... whats de word... sporting? bleh. dunno the england. i think it was quite embarassing for her too but she still carried on. you dont know how proud i was of her then. :D that she still carried on. and the second time we practised, she could even do the steps that we havent taught her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt kinda bad though... for making her dance even though she dont know the steps well, but sometimes, you have to do something wrong, to make things right. like making her dance and in a weird and mean way put pressure on her so she performed better than before. hehe. &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;sung-ku-ha-mi-da!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... what else happen r? hmm... well, i &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;missed my moral lan exams&lt;/span&gt;. hehe. i thought it was supposed to be last last week, but it was actually last last LAST week. hehe. i'm not sure how i found out. i think there are two possible scenarios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Scenario 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;l- damnit. got lan exam this sat. so lazy ler...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;s- eh? you friday class right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;l-yar. thats y got exam this sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;s- your exam was last week ler... tuesday classes (her's and most of the people in my class's lan class) is on this friday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;l- HUH???? last week???? i thought it was this week!!! *&amp;$$**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;w- (same lan cls as me) i reminded you on last friday but dunno why you didnt come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;l- har... i was wondering what you were talking bout so simply say yes. you mean it was last week??? you not joking right??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;s- no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;l- *&amp;amp;(*(*&amp;amp;(&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;*&amp;amp;%%#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Scenario 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;w- why didnt you go for lan exam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;l- huh? not this week meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w- no... i reminded you on fri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;l- i was wondering what you were talking bout... thought you so blur thought that it was that friday... you mean it was really that friday???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w- yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;l- &amp;*^&amp;amp;amp;**^&amp;*&amp;amp;^$*$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, forgot which scenario but ...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt; I STILL MISSED THE FREAKING EXAM N HAVE TO REDO LAN!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &amp;***&amp;amp;#%$ &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*SOB*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.....&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; thank God for His favour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went see the lan coordinator, polish shoes a bit, kena lecture (apparently getting wrong lan dates is no excuse for missing the exam) but in the end... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;THANK GOD!!!&lt;/span&gt; i was praying in tongues the whole time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, really thank &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; he let me cos he was having a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;mini 'war'&lt;/span&gt; with my alvls coordinator. cos she scolded him for putting one of the lan exams at the time when the alvls students had classes. then when i went there, mun saw a letter he was writing to her on his comp.... saying 'you had no right to critisize.... blah blah blah'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... another thing that i can remember happen so far is.... hmmm.... oh yeah. my &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;exhaust pipe broke.&lt;/span&gt; hehe. that's what making the loud noise outside my car... hehe.... remember *tut**tut**tut* we were wondering whats the sound? now you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the mechanic was like asking 'how you drive your car???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its not my fault! i inherited a 5 year old car, ok. my&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; MOM n LOIS&lt;/span&gt; drove the car and i cant figure out which is worse. one likes to drive slow n brake alot, the other drives fast... so how can my car stand the change in 'climate'??? thats why when i took over it cant hold it in anymore... my windshield wiper rubber aso came out after i inherited from them. aish... terrible drivers. the other thing aso lois said no need press brake if you not going too fast when you go over humps ma... the exhaust pipe broke cos of two reasons (according to the guy) - when you drive fast all the time or when you dont press brake when you go over a hump. all this points only to one person.... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;LOIS!!!!&lt;/span&gt; hehe. hope she doesnt read this blog... i'm so dead if she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! dear dumb diary. i have decided not to call you dumb anymore! aww.... dont cry. its a good thing. i'm not calling you dumb. i'm calling u.... smart! hehe. cos i'm so happy now, cos i dont have to resit LAN cos of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;God's grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't committed a crime. What I did was fail to comply with the law." - David Dinkins, New York City Mayor, answering accusations that he failed to pay his taxes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112792360123194393?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112792360123194393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112792360123194393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112792360123194393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112792360123194393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/09/lan-slan-mlan.html' title='lan, slan, mlan'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112663896860477714</id><published>2005-09-13T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T12:19:30.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancakes!</title><content type='html'>Really?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I can wake up in time for breakfast. Hm... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I want pancakes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D With lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of maple syrup so that I'll get all bloated up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish. I hope I'll be able to wake up in time for breakfast tomorrow. Hahaha. I've been waking up just in time for lunch these few days. This holiday I mean. Oh well. Lazy lazy. Have to get myself out of this laziness before college starts. *big big SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Went jogging today (so irrelevant to the title but oh well. :P Since I'm here anyway). To all those who are reading this, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;jogging&lt;/span&gt;, in other words, getting off your butt to do some exercise, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;is very very good for health&lt;/span&gt;. :D Hmm. Hahaha. Anyway, I didn't know why I wanted to go jogging today. :P Then Hui Yii good naturedly went with me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erh. The bad part is... You get to see your neighbours with their shirts off in the middle of the night jogging also. Hahaha. So funny. Now I know &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;WHO&lt;/span&gt; has been making all the noise and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;WHO&lt;/span&gt; has been shouting all this while and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;WHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were the ones racing outside. Tsk tsk. To think that they're 18 year olds already. :P I have to complain to MPPJ d. *shakes head* The reason? - A couple of half-naked guys disturbing the neighbourhood peace. Hahahaha. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then... Watching Hui Yii do the imitation of a certain someone (names not mentioned to protect privacy) made me laugh so much that I got out of breath and almost pengsan-ed in the field. Hmm. Do you think people who can win in twister can dance too? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. Pancakes? I don't think I can make it. 3 hours of sleep... Maybe I can eat 'em and continue sleeping. :P Bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112663896860477714?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112663896860477714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112663896860477714' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112663896860477714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112663896860477714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/09/pancakes.html' title='Pancakes!'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112645641211475744</id><published>2005-09-11T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T09:54:15.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a lock-out pickle</title><content type='html'>dear dumb diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all your fault! i got locked out of my house for one hour today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the nice, good and active girl i am, i went to dance practice. then after that i went strrrrrraaaaiiiiigggghhhhhttttt home. yup. i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached home, i started yelling and calling out for my aunt to open the door. after 5 mins, and my voice started getting hoarse from all the yelling, then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;WHAM&lt;/span&gt;! it hit me! my aunty had &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;off-day&lt;/span&gt; today! &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;nobody was at home&lt;/span&gt;. my parents n joy were still in church cos of the mtp hour. then i didnt wanna go hui e mei e's house cos... so embarassing! i dun have house key and i'm locked outside of my house... bleh. i got my&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; pride and dignity&lt;/span&gt; you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww man.... so off i go, to my car i went and to my chair i sat. drumming my fingers against the wheel, i thought of how much i would &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;doodle on you&lt;/span&gt; if you start laughing at me at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, after feeling bored for like, so freaking long, a creative idea came to me! hehe. i'm gonne reverse my car in from the other way. normally, i park my like from the front. this time, i wanted to try reverse parking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------l~~~~l------------(&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;wal&lt;/span&gt;l)&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; \(&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;espace&lt;/span&gt;) l&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;merz&lt;/span&gt; l (&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my parking space&lt;/span&gt;) /&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;pots n grass&lt;/span&gt; (nt drugs)&lt;br /&gt;-----------------(&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;gate&lt;/span&gt;) ========= (&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;wall&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hard reversing in... i nearly scratched the side of the car against the gate. then, i heard a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;crack...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh. i went down and look, anddddddd.......... aiyak. i cracked the pot... n the floor slab, the side of it before it reach the grass was also crack.... shizens! but it was so weird, cos how can a rubber tire crack a pot and the floor slab??? maybe it was already cracked before this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanting to hide the evidence, hehe... i threw the powder from the floor slab(u haf to see it to know wt kinda floor slab it is. kinda like... granite? i dun even know what granite looks like. ) hehe. to the longkang. hehe. if anyone notice, can always say long time cracked adi... hehe... somehow, i felt that was what you wanted me to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i though... aiyo, better park the normal way... so i reversed, the i forgot bout the chair behind the car (my dad puts it there to prevent me from banging the wall. hehe. ) n &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;KLANG KLANG KLANG&lt;/span&gt;. aiks. i hit the chair, the chair hit the wall. actually, its not really a wall. its like a sliding door. the we put grills in it. the grills are what made the sound go &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;KLANG KLANG KLANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i became more careful lor. then reversed back in nicely. when i reparked the car from the front again, coming in from the gate, i saw the small yellow basket (like the small ones your mum use to put hanger clippers in) cracked again for the umpteenth time. inside it was small moth balls (prevent rats) it stinked... i think i have a whole bunch of the basket at home cos nearly every week i would crack the basket at least once. hehe. then the next time, i always see new basket. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sitting in the car, a thought passed to me. shit. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;what if i die???&lt;/span&gt; the engine and aircond was running. if u leave the aircond on and u sleep... u will be sleeping...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; forever&lt;/span&gt;. really. not lying ler. u so dumb so thought i'd tell u in case u wanna commit suicide after i finish writing in all your pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wind down the window. after a while, i smelled moth balls. shit. then i remembered about the moth balls underneath the car. the engine must have been melting it. shit. what if it explodes and the whole car goes &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;BANG&lt;/span&gt;! so faster off the car lor. then it felt so hot... wanted to sleep but dont dare. after so hot, and u sleep then dunno whether can die or not... stuck in the car, so heaty n hot n sleep... what if you die of heat burn??? so faster on the aircond n engine again lor. then keep rotating it. i dun wanna die u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after waiting for one hour in the car(or more).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;HELP ARRIVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with great relief, i crawled into the house and into my bed. i was so tired, my eyes were having those mosquitoe bites that i normally have when i'm too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- at night i layed on my bed gazing at the stars and the sky above me. and in my moment of tranquilty, i thought.... WHERE'S MY ROOF???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112645641211475744?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112645641211475744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112645641211475744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112645641211475744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112645641211475744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/09/lock-out-pickle.html' title='a lock-out pickle'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112636860254100696</id><published>2005-09-10T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T09:29:17.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome! or not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;hey! dont read any further. i warned u! dont read any further. unless i gave u permission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;if you're fanny, sean, viv, mei e, hui e, munz, noelle, erng mei, kelv, wei shin, adidas, kentz, feefee, bobo, kiki, lala, and justin timberlake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt; i warned u not to read any further without my permission! i've loaded this page with tons of&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; virusses&lt;/span&gt; that will somehow come out of the computer and come &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;attack ur immune system&lt;/span&gt;! u will die a slow n painful death. there's &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;no cure&lt;/span&gt; for this. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;no cure&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u're my parents, i knoe i shouldnt call anybody dumb or nicompoop or potbelly or purple colored french fry or mcd's prawn burger. if u do scold me cos of that, i will knoe that u r reading this blog. to which, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I DID NOT give u permission to read&lt;/span&gt;. so i'll knoe if u read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u're &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;jin akanishi&lt;/span&gt;, kimura takuya, daniel wu, kame, its ok.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt; i have the cure&lt;/span&gt;. all it takes is just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;a call&lt;/span&gt; to my house of my hp. i'd rather u &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;call my hp&lt;/span&gt; though. but if u call my house, please &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;dont mention anything about virusses or poisons&lt;/span&gt;. i dun tink my parents would approve of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's wt their face would be like if they knoe ----------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&gt;(&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;mean disapproving face&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- one day your prince will find you. mine just took a wrong turn and is too stubborn to ask for directions. -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112636860254100696?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112636860254100696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112636860254100696' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112636860254100696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112636860254100696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/09/welcome-or-not.html' title='welcome! or not.'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112636801719846380</id><published>2005-09-10T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T09:00:17.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a swimming frenzy</title><content type='html'>dear dumb diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what??? nah. u wont b able to guess. like ur name, u're dumb. so i'll just tell u. i went swimming!!! :D i cant tell u who  i went with cos mei e doesnt want anybody to knoe she went w me and she doesnt want me to tell a dumb diary bout the swim (like the last time i told u bout it, the meanie scolded me!!! n u were so scared u hide urself underneath the photo frame instead of protecting ur owner! p.s. dts y i colored 3 of ur pages w blackmarker. see if u do dt again! nx time, i'll torture u more! i'll rip ur pages! muahahaha!!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so fun going to the deep end and trying to sit on the floats. i keep dropping off the float. its all ur fault dumb diary. u keep goin on n on n on about my weight issues, somehow in some very weird way, its making me gain weight! hmm. &gt; (        its all ur fault. remember dt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go now dumb diary cos i need to write the ur opening page. u know, ur front page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112636801719846380?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112636801719846380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112636801719846380' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112636801719846380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112636801719846380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/09/swimming-frenzy.html' title='a swimming frenzy'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112620336995264289</id><published>2005-09-08T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T11:16:09.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear dumb diary,</title><content type='html'>dear dumb diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched charlie and the chocolate factory for the second time yesterday with joy. u remember her diary? she used to try to eat u up when she was small. now she just resort to eating cardboxes. i promised to take her after upsr if she studied, diary. and the naughty girl made me pay for her food and tickets! it feels weird though, being in a cinema full of people her age... dumb diary, i wish u were with me then. but i guess u'd be too dumb to follow me to the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it was kinda ok, i guess dumb diary. i really love the cutesy oompa loompas n the way they dance! hehe. wish u could've seen them diary. maybe one day, i'll sneak u into the cinema with me and prop u up on ur chair. but u'd probably be too dumb to understand the whole show anyway. so i guess i'd just explain to u in the simplest terms i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about this boy who wins a ticket to a tour in a chocolate factory. in the end he gets the factory. now, u may think 'how predictable...' but if he didnt get the factory, there'd be no story in the first place.therefore i plead u dumb diary, to use ur brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried baking an apple pie 3 days ago. it was..... half a success and half a failure. the boiled apples and the bottom layer turned out really well. but the top... in the end, i had to feed baby the toppings. i hope he doesnt get indigestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday, i made doughnuts... with wholemeal flour! it was ok, once u dip it in lots of sugar. with lots of sugar, dumb diary, u cant even taste the wholemeal flavour of the doughnut! just the sugar. how cool is that?, i ask u dumb diary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what, dumb diary? yesterday was the first time i ever fried anything!!! i am trying not to cheer, dumb diary cos this diary is meant to be a dignified diary. so, dumb diary, i will endeavour to say it was a well done job of me. but dear dumb diary, if you can think, could u please explain to me why the doughnuts my aunt fried were brown but the ones i did was.... black? i had to throw some away, dumb diary. even baby wouldnt eat it and he eats practically everything! i hope he's not like those dogs who eat their u-know-what after they've done their 'business'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know u probably be thinking about those poor starving children in whereitsstan. but i think those poor children have enough trouble to antagonize them with my black doughnuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112620336995264289?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112620336995264289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112620336995264289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112620336995264289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112620336995264289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/09/dear-dumb-diary.html' title='dear dumb diary,'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112602245895295385</id><published>2005-09-06T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T09:06:09.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What sappy dramas can do to your brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;OH man! Lydia! The guy you... &lt;em&gt;roared&lt;/em&gt; about that day... :P He is really cute! But I prefer Korean to Japanese shows lar. Their voices are not so high pitched. :P Sounds nicer although I also don't understand a word. Hahaha. Hmm. But I still think the Korean guy's character is cuter than the Jap guy's character. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Yeah. Then 'cause it was quite quite hot today, we were actually lying on the floor just now. Then we started talking about the Korean guy (we haven't watched the Jap one yet). Then we started saying how cute he was and all, &lt;em&gt;in the living room on the floor&lt;/em&gt;. Can you just imagine it? Hahahah! Yeah... With my mum there also. :P So we started saying his name - see what heat can do to a person's head? - and because the way Koreans say it so differently, we started laughing and laughing because it sounded so weird. Hahahah. So teruk, right. Aih. I know I know... :P But what to do. The TEE sisters mar. Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were just on the floor like that till my dad came home. Hahah. Then someone complained that my dad came home so late and we were so so hungry. :P (We have to eat dinner together) We also added saying we were so hungry that we fainted on the floor and couldn't move after that. Hahahaha. Almost couldn't get off the floor 'cause I was really sleepy - thanks to 3 hours of Jap drama :P - and 'cause the floor was so cooling although it's really hard. :P:P:P Or maybe my bum is just too heavy 'cause I've been eating lots of biscuits and chocolates these few days. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, sappy dramas (no matter what language whatsoever) makes one crazy/weird/funny because we'll start saying out the cute actor's name in that weird way. :P It also makes one sleepy after watching it (though it's because of the hours we've watched it, not because it's boring), and... Hm... 'cause... Hmm... I don't know... They make you dream too much? Hahahah! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIH. I don't wanna film that... that... that... ferocious thing again! How can! I mean... Even if we do, they'll only have ONE week to show it... *sob sob* Can I quit? :P THANKS Et! You're SO kind. :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112602245895295385?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112602245895295385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112602245895295385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112602245895295385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112602245895295385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-sappy-dramas-can-do-to-your-brain.html' title='What sappy dramas can do to your brain'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112558905863265960</id><published>2005-09-01T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T08:58:53.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh......... (slides down chair)</title><content type='html'>ahhhh *pats my overbulging tummy* i feel soo full!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i baked a brownie! like, a real chocolate brownie! not the ones that come out of your butt. not like those shit that comes out when you have tummy ache. not stools. not your poopoo. not those big round or long circle thingy that comes out of your butt. not those giant black rocks that come out of fat people or the black pebbles that come out of tiny people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;literally&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;baked&lt;/strong&gt; a brownie. not with my butt, but.... with my hands!!!! like, omigosh, that's so uber cool! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it actually taste nice, not like the time i tried baking cheese cake for hui e or my teacher. i think cheese just hates these golden hands of mine. cant wait to actually open up my own cake shop! cheese cakes will be put on hold til i can actually bake a nice cheese cake. and i want to open a cake shop that dont sell your usual pandan/yam/choc cake. i wanna open up a special cake shop that sells cakes no one ever tried b4 like lemon merangue, pavlova(taste uber nice!), those weird name cakes that actually taste nice. and i'm gonna sell different kind of desserts than the one in restaurants like, fruit pie from the naked chef, choc mountain, all these kinda supersonic cool stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah. back to my brownie. i put a tbs of coffee powder, which only those with refine taste can taste. those without refine taste just taste a burnt brownie. :P so far, i've gotta good reviews from chef yee, chef mrs yee, chef ms yee and.... erm... chef baby? (my dog) . wanna try??? :P and i use only the finest belgium chocs. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope my mum dont mind. we have blocks and blocks of it and since lois is gone, none of us really eat it. like sometimes oni so the chocs are just hibernating in the fridge, so yeah, hope my mum dont mind... neways, my brownie taste uber delish!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i was wondering, mebbe i shld get my own blog. hehe. cos mei e blogs her personal stuff in hers and leave this for general stuff. i think this are all under personal stuff. hmm... or i should just stop blogging bout all this un-exciting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;- chores cant kill you, but why take the chance? -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112558905863265960?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112558905863265960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112558905863265960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112558905863265960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112558905863265960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/09/ahhh-slides-down-chair.html' title='ahhh......... (slides down chair)'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112524512318315962</id><published>2005-08-28T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T09:05:23.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>history</title><content type='html'>History is not a force to pull you back but a force to push you forward. it's not a basement but a springboard. use it, to propel you forward in everything you do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112524512318315962?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112524512318315962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112524512318315962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112524512318315962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112524512318315962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/08/history.html' title='history'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112515507575782333</id><published>2005-08-27T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T01:09:04.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm really and truly blessed!!!</title><content type='html'>woot woot! i'm not rich, not poor either, but i'm truly blessed by the Lord. (see, i listen to messages :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what??? i'm really and truly blessed!!! hehe. my mum just remembered she forgot to give me my angpau from chinese new year! hehe. she just gave me a whole bunch of them. i'm blessed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like, 1K kinda blessed, but like... hmmm... the middle class earners kinda blessed. hehe. i'm confusing you arent i? good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i just gotta find somewhere to put it. i keep losing money aaround my house. i think it's cos i like to hide my money in weird and unusual places where no one would think to look for it there. i hide it too well til i forgot where and the fact that i had hidden money....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, like sometimes, it can, like, totally be super handy, like when i was, like short of funds you knoe? and like, i really really want to buy this ultra cool pants? and like, bang! the money's there! kinda like, when i was, like, waiting for my plane at the airport, and i was like, soooo totally broke, i suddenly found rm100 in my pockets. it was, like, soooo totally cool, ya' knoe? so, i kinda like, went to the x-change counter, and like x-change my money, and like, went to buy, like you know, stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112515507575782333?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112515507575782333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112515507575782333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112515507575782333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112515507575782333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-really-and-truly-blessed.html' title='i&apos;m really and truly blessed!!!'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112494379471542660</id><published>2005-08-24T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:23:14.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a protest is a meetfest</title><content type='html'>there's a protest outside where we're staying now. they're protesting cos the government wants to make a law to dissolve/ ban student union&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigod! i just looked out, and they're like, 200 over people there! some are like sitting in front of the library lawn, some shouting along with the head protester (a girl). i wonder if she's getting sore throat or not. hehe. like me... sigh... shouldnt have eaten choc when i felt heaty. haih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's police cars around n motorcycles but they're really just there to make sure things dont get out of hand. and there are also like, horse polices. hehe. polices who sit on horses. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from here they're gonna walk to federation square. its like just another... square, i guess. kinda hard to describe. trams go there. i remember going there a few times to change trams but i dunno how describe the place 4 u  lor.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fuN! never saw a real life protest before. now there's probably 300 peps aDi. i dunno...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112494379471542660?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112494379471542660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112494379471542660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112494379471542660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112494379471542660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/08/protest-is-meetfest.html' title='a protest is a meetfest'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112473254683277096</id><published>2005-08-22T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T10:44:16.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just too free lar. Aih. Hahaha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Talking about the machines and the swing thing… hahaha… aiyo. It was so funny yesterday. :P we saw this cute little girl in the park. Still not very stable when walking, she sort of wobbles here and there. Then, she was so adorable! Ahaha… she went up to huiyii and starting calling jie jie. Eeh, cute. Hahaha… then her mum asks her to ask for huiyii’s name. Then she went, “name!”. hahaha… So cute. Then, she was playing with the goyang buntut machine, but she can’t really reach… so she didn’t goyang much ler. :P:P:P the funniest thing was… hehehe… she’ll be really embarrassed if she knew what happened that day when she was still so young. :P she just started pee-ing in her panties. :P I think her mum just started potty training her or something. I’m never going near that machine (a diff one, the one I don’t like. :P) again till it rains really really hard. Wait, did it rain last night? :P anyway. Hehehe… They went home to change and all. :P when they left, we started looking out for victims of who would accidentally step on her … pee. Hahaha… we’re so evil. :P then, a man came! Ok. So we waited patiently for him to walk over… huhuhu… then… he missed it by inches! Aiyah! So wasted. :P hahaha… yeah. So we were just laughing our heads off at that ler. :P terrible us. Poor girl, poor guy. Hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I can’t wait for the upcoming months. :D:D:D come for church you know! We’ll have lots of fun stuff that’ll be happening the next few months. :D and of course… we suggested it. So you MUST like it. Hahaha… ok la. Give you guys a small hint – your dressing will definitely have to be different. :D yup yup. So excited about it. Can’t wait for Christmas also. Huhuhu… I don’t know why I’ve been longing for Christmas for a long long time d. I guess it’s cos I didn’t get to participate much the last Christmas and I was left out of everything… hmm. Hahaha… anyway, I can’t wait!!! But year end = exams also. Aih. Oh well. Must have the good and the bad right. I finally have some stuff to blog about. Or… I have the mood to blog. I’ve been missing in the blogging world ever since I came to college. Hmm, I just don’t know WHAT to blog about college. It’s really… aih. A mood depressor. :P:P:P but must learn how to lean on God for the best of the situations ler. Yup yup. So… till next time ler. Huhuhu… take care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112473254683277096?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112473254683277096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112473254683277096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112473254683277096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112473254683277096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-just-too-free-lar-aih-hahaha.html' title='I&apos;m just too free lar. Aih. Hahaha!'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112473231369509254</id><published>2005-08-22T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T10:38:33.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My point of view :P</title><content type='html'>Wahahaha… Had a splashing fun of a time on Friday! (Is there such a phrase? :P:P:P) We had Pot bless. Yada yada. Huiyii would have told you most of it. Ya ya… then… due to unforeseen circumstances, we had to bring the bbq stove out. Aih. So mafan rite. But because we’re such nice people… ahahaha… crazy. :P no la. We actually wanted to have de bbq when we saw so little food on the table. Then mana tau Melvin doesn’t eat pork… and noodles. A bit weird hor. I mean the noodles part. Hahaha… so. We took out the bbq stove and roasted some sausages for him... and the rest of them ler. :D Ivan is really good with the bbq stuff. So if we’re going to have&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4538/433/1600/DSC03555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4538/433/200/DSC03555.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; another bbq again, Ivan MUST go. Hahaha… he cannot escape the terrifying hands of ferocious huiyii and meiyii. Wahahaha! :P so then, we bbq-ed outside while the rest of them played mini uno inside. Funny funny. Cos I had the camera with me, I took a picture of weng soon’s cards. Hahaha! But I didn’t show the rest ler. See, I’m just so nice. Aih. Hahaha… anyway, the honey thing of the sausages were funny. Hehehe… to make it shinier and that it won’t be too dry. :P let Ivan tegur saying that too much honey after get diabetes. Bind it in Jesus’ name!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were bbq-ing, talking, laughing over some silly stuff… when Kenneth and Xiao Ming came. And guess how long they stayed? 1 minute! Aiseh man. Hahaha… how can they prefer ss2 food over ours. Hahahaha… no ler. At least they came over to say hi. How nice. Hahaha… Then we ate and talk and ate some more, listening to the twisted people in there laughing. Hahaha… I don’t mean twisted, twisted weird weird. I mean they were literally twisted! Ahahah… ah, the joys of playing twister. :P thanks Lydia! I’ll show you some of the horrible twisted bodies of theirs ler. :P post it up. Hahaha… I hope we didn’t disturb the neighbors or anything. Hee… Then… I went inside to take a few pictures and stuff. Wow, not only is Ivan a good bbq-er, he’s a good twister-er too! Hahahaha… He won. Well. Haha… Chris and Raymond came. They didn’t do much ler. Just joined our talk about… terrible stuff. Hahaha… Then we roasted marshmallows! Yummy yummy. I ate… 2? Hahaha… Don’t remember. But it’s really sweet. So one cannot eat that many marshmallows ok. Hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we abandoned our poor cg to go to the field to play the new ‘toys’. Hahaha… the work out machines which I don’t think will help much in anyway except to get a few laughs and waste your energy not burning any fats. Hahaha… yup. Then… what did we do ah. Oh, our nice nice cg members cleaned up the place while we were playing. :P thank you so much! Heh. We were the lazy ones goyang goyang buntut in the field. Hahaha… Go see ler, the next cg. That machine to goyang your buntut is the nicest. :P Then… hahaha… SO funny. Cos Melvin brought a cake for pot bless, then someone asked “Is it Melvin’s b’day?” innocently. Poor guy. When we heard the word Melvin and b’day, we immediately started singing ‘happy b’day’ to him. Hahahaha… the shock on his face when we sang “HAPPY B’DAY TO MELVInnnnnn~~~~~~” is worth all the singing. Hehehe… then, they cut the extra extra extra hard chocolate cake. :P and ice cream!!! Yah. Then that time, Uncle Lek Soon kor kor suddenly became our cg member. Can pengsan. Hahaha… “Eh, since when you join our cg wanna?” “Since 5 minutes ago. *grin*”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we cleaned, swept, mopped, slept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112473231369509254?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112473231369509254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112473231369509254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112473231369509254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112473231369509254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-point-of-view-p.html' title='My point of view :P'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112468185374368754</id><published>2005-08-21T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:18:50.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>did you know???</title><content type='html'>did you know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- by the time you finish reading this, 50 000 of your body cells have been destroyed and replaced by new ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- male lions can mate up to 50x a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  mosquito repellents dont repel mosquitos. they block mosquito's senses so they dont know you're there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  swans are the only bird with a penis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you are more likely to be attacked by cows than sharks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- in your average sleeping in your whole life, you'd have eaten 70 bugs and 10 spiders (i think due to ns, i've probably eaten more...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 40 people are sent to the hospital for dog bite every minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you gain 0.1 calory when you lick a stamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. guess where i found all this??? u'd never guess it.... guess!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe... from the back of a pad... a period pad. you know, those menstrual pads. the one girls wear when they have period? they have it every month except when they're pregnant? yeah, i like to explain in detail. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have very unique pads. imagine learning stuff like this during your period! hehe. i was so bored and had nothing else to do so decided to see if it was like the malaysian ones. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112468185374368754?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112468185374368754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112468185374368754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112468185374368754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112468185374368754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/08/did-you-know.html' title='did you know???'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112455073823727930</id><published>2005-08-20T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T08:27:50.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potbless/BBQ!!!</title><content type='html'>hmm... last night was fun fun fun... :D:D haha.. it kinda started late so we played ping pong first... den i suggested to play 4 on 4 but it din work out... hahaha.. cos it was too complicating.. so we jes simply hit de ball oni.. hahaha... but den in de end de ball got lost so we dint get to play it anymore.. :( den we started eating.... we dint noe dat melvin doesn't eat pork nor noodles!! i felt so so bad.. so we faster go light de fire got de bbq so can roast de sausages for him.. ivan is a pro fire lighter man... so geng.. hahaha.. when de fire was ready we started roasting de sausages.. while de other ppl inside played uno.. de heat was so hot.. den rite... so funny.. hahaha.. cos we were using de honey to put on de sausages... den we were saying de sausages without honey looked very dry.. lik those ppl suntaning without suntan lotion.. so we kept putting n putting to keep it shiny.. cos we weren't de one eating it anyway... hahaha.. :P:P... den ivan was telling us this story ahh.. aiyohh....~~ de guy was so bad.. after a while chris n raymond came and we chat chat chat.. de rest of de ppl were inside playing twister... hahahaha.... so so funny to see them all twisted up together... den raymond was sitting in this reli reli cute pose.. n chris took a picture of it.. hahaha.. raymond.... careful ahh.. :P:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den after a while.. we din hav much to do.. we wen to de field ... haha.. so terrible rite.. de 2 host left de house leaving the guests behind.. haha.. oh yeah.. lydia!! our field has this few new thingy rite.. very very fun wan.. you come back dat time we go together yeah?? okok.. raymond is very tall den we got this thing rite.. move ur hips oni wan.. wen u do it its reli fun.. but wen you look at ppl do it you will keep laughing.. especially guys.. cos its so gay!! hahaha.. chris n raymond was swinging n swinging n we kept laughing nonstop.. so so funny.. i think we made alot n alot of noise.. aih.. pity de ppl staying around our hse.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah.. i think i got de blogger rustiness.. cos actually got alot n alot to say wan.. but den i dunno how to say it.. alamak...~~ nvm la.. i let meiyii write de things i left out la.. :P:P hehe.. ok lah... i gtg redi.. i still haven do my sunday school work yet!! aiseh man.. last minute is not good.. hehe.. God bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112455073823727930?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112455073823727930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112455073823727930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112455073823727930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112455073823727930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/08/potblessbbq.html' title='Potbless/BBQ!!!'/><author><name>germie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15354133874527788198</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112453609660028013</id><published>2005-08-20T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T04:08:16.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woot! woot! korean food!!!</title><content type='html'>heehee. guess what i've been eating lately?? hehe. yep. KOREAN food! yea! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so many koreans here!!! so sad... why cant we have more in m'sia? why must they all come here??? ugh!!! come to m'sia!! it has the best of everything except food, weather n shoppin n politics n.... ok. mebbe its not the best place to go but come anyway! i'm there!!! :P hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, logically, since this place is full of koreans, there'd be lots of korean restaurants and MAN! are they good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! n they're more authentic than the one in kl. like, they have rice cakes n  cold noodles n shik-keh. mu-ahhhh. so full just thinking bout it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy to have a sister who loves food any kind of food that she doesnt mind eating k food like, 4 days in a row. hehe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. i need prayers!!! hehe. my bag might be overweight.. NOT because of the shopping. hehe. cos some of the things we brought for lois she doesnt want it so have to bring it back and like her jackets aso...  hehe. so pray ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112453609660028013?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112453609660028013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112453609660028013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112453609660028013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112453609660028013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/08/woot-woot-korean-food.html' title='woot! woot! korean food!!!'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112447213592560702</id><published>2005-08-19T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T10:22:15.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POT BLESS! (what else? :P)</title><content type='html'>I post tomorrow la. Have to sleep. Hahaha... Ok LAR... Give you one picture. :D One only ah. Cannot be so greedy wan... Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4538/433/320/DSC03556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See see, we had barbequed sausages too!!! :D See the look on Hui Yii's face. It says "I'm happy we have bbq tonight." Hahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112447213592560702?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112447213592560702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112447213592560702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112447213592560702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112447213592560702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/08/pot-bless-what-else-p.html' title='POT BLESS! (what else? :P)'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112444997541430662</id><published>2005-08-19T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T04:12:55.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conceited.  emm-hmmmm!</title><content type='html'>when the elim lounge outside the office was changed and there was a wall mirror built, hehe... once everybody came in from the badminton hall, the first thing they look at is their reflection on the mirror on the wall. talk bout conceited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. i'm kinda conceited too. :P lois n me both. hehe. cos, u see, there's this mirror in her apartment lift, and everytime we went in, if there were nobody else, we would both look at it and adjust ourselves.   ; )        its the 1st thing we look at when we enter the lift. one word: conceited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112444997541430662?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112444997541430662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112444997541430662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112444997541430662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112444997541430662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/08/conceited-emm-hmmmm.html' title='conceited.  emm-hmmmm!'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112421345620330130</id><published>2005-08-16T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T10:30:56.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Husbands and wives... Hahaha!</title><content type='html'>Oh man~ I miss Michelle! And LYDIA! How can you ask her out and not invite me also?! Hahaha... Lydia Lydia Lydia... Aih. Enjoy so much don't wanna blog and tell us about it d lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. I'll have Michelle all to myself. :P Sob, I can't believe you and Ka Mun married Michelle also. :P My husband so popular among you guys huh. :P Hahahaha... So funny. I'm married to Michelle, a mistress to Lydia, and she's Michelle's wife, and Ka Mun's wife/husband? And we're all married to Michelle. So the relationship is......... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I'm missing ns! All Michelle's fault. Tsk tsk. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The killer machine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS, kkb: There has been a disturbance among fellow flies and mozzies and bugsies and anties in a certain national service camp. Bugs have been complaining that their husbands and wives and children who went out to disturb trainees and eat their food didn't come back home. Even reporter bugs never came back. Only one, ONE sole survivor came back to tell the news to the other buggies. There're 3 killer machines on the loose. It has a horrible, terrible, ferocious blue light that KILLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bug: "Wow. I'm now traumatised. I saw the blue light and had a really bad feeling. But it was beautiful... Really beautiful... That blue light. I just had to touch it, reach that heavenly place, where everything is so beautiful... I was drawing closer and closer... Till I saw... *sob sob* I saw... Billy bug fly right into the light. I heard a terrible sound, the sound of Billy being fried in that horrible thing!!! I HEARD HIM scream my name! *SOB SOB* I couldn't help him, I was too late, I didn't know what to do...... *breaks down* (the bugsies ambulance came and took him to the bugsies hospital)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coffee, tea or bugsies?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS, kkb: A bug was found drowning in an overly sweet cup of ns hot tea. An irresponsible trainee *koff* (I wonder who... :P) left her cup of tea on the floor. When she picked it up again, she found our friend in it. She was horrified, we were horrified. We even saw her dump our dearest into the sink! There's no way we can cremate him anymore... :( We mourned for him for at least a week, bugsies time that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beds and bugsies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS, kkb, specifically Mei Yii's bed: Bugsies were sent out on a mission - mission share a bed with Mei Yii. But unfortunately, she didn't seem to like us at all. We don't know why.... We really don't..... But anyway, many of our bugsies were killed in that mission for our bugsies were being brushed off. Heart broken, many of them jumped off window sills and bed posts. We reget ever sending them to her bed. She's inconsiderate and ferocious!!! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mission get lots of blood from Mei Yii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS, kkb: After what happened, we decided to take revenge! We gathered our troops of mozzies to attack her!!! She doesn't deserve our nice treatment. Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the mozzies: We first hid behind doors and under beds and stuff, must not let her know we're there. It might spoil our plan. So we hid. When night falls... Heh heh heh. We went all out to drink her blood!!! We got rather drunk because her blood was too sweet *koff koff*. Ever since, we got addicted to her blood and drank her blood every night. Till the time came when she smelt really horrible. Most of us couldn't take it and fainted. It was the horrible mozzie repellant! Ever since, we decided to disturb Michelle. But she, too, smelt horrible. Aih. Then, we had no choice but to drink the others' blood. After all, we're addicted to blood already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sauna anyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS, kkb: Our friends have been found dead, I repeat, DEAD, in their horrible rice. *sob sob* They were... They were........ tortured in the horrible, ferocious, terrible thing called rice cooker! Our fellow friend, the worm, wanted a hot sauna. Things got too heated up and he became... He became........... Hmm, what do you call cooked worms again? Oh well, he became a cooked worm. The poor guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes the torture the NS kkb bugs went through. A bug's life in NS kkb... :P:P:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112421345620330130?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112421345620330130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112421345620330130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112421345620330130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112421345620330130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/08/husbands-and-wives-hahaha.html' title='Husbands and wives... Hahaha!'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112400636752378105</id><published>2005-08-14T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T00:59:39.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woot! woot!</title><content type='html'>reached here on friday night. customs were ok. i had 3 seats to myself on the plane!!! yea!!! woot woot! there werent alot of people on the plane. my bag was so heavy, that when it was on the moving trolley i got dragged down 2x. talk about embarassing moments... thank god a guy finally helped me carry my bag out of the trolley... custom guys were cuuutee!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met lois n mark when i came out, went to chinese restaurant... yea, i knoe its weird goin there when i could have it everyday at home... then we went to max brenner. ahh... pure bliss... hot chocs! remember my old blog bout the aussie trip n hot choc? yep. dt one. pure heaven!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat, went to vic market. then walked around n around n around... aiiii.. oh yea, mei yii, remember the thingy u asked me buy? it costs 30-50 aus... u stil want it? mebbe sydney only 5, but here, even in the market, its 30+... dt would be 120+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to check out planet shakers. it was ok.. their songs were so so i guess. hehe. but were more rockish n techno then ours. dts y it was nicer! :P bt ours aso good ler. their drums were like... awesome!!! n the guitar guy was so effing cute!!! u-waaahhhh!!! i just like guys with jet black hair. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after dt, lois' frens ask her go to a jazz pub. (not clubbin). then we said, yes, but while walking there, we were like... aiii... so lazy ler... dun wanna go... then lois n me kept trying to make either one of us tell her frens we dun wanna go. hehe. i won! lois went tell them, we didnt wanna go. her excuse? 'my sister dont like jazz...' bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to a korean fair!! woot woot! but it was a small scale one though. but there were some korean street food. kimbap was ssoooooo gooood!!! its like, a korean sushi. then we went to eat at a korean restaurant. dol-sot bi-bim-bap was soooo nice, but like, soooo ex.... so in the end, now we have to eaqt at home for dinner. hehe. no more money for dinner. i have to eat nuggets n pies everyday nw at home, cos i went shopping n overspent... hehe. all my food money gone. so i have to eat whatever that's in lois' fridge now. which is nuggets n steak pies... aiii....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112400636752378105?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112400636752378105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112400636752378105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112400636752378105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112400636752378105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/08/woot-woot.html' title='woot! woot!'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112395046812273405</id><published>2005-08-13T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T12:32:08.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom buster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Feeling bored? Feeling down? Feel like you just have to DO something but yet you don't know what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solve ALL your problems with BOREDOM BUSTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our clients were very happy when they came up to us and shared with us their happy story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was once a very very bored person. Everything I did was boring, be it eating, sleeping or just going to college. But when I got &lt;em&gt;boredom buster, &lt;/em&gt;all my problems were gone. Everything I do now isn't as boring anymore, thanks to &lt;em&gt;boredom buster&lt;/em&gt;! Well, the first step is obviously to buy &lt;em&gt;boredom&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;buster. &lt;/em&gt;Using &lt;em&gt;boredom buster&lt;/em&gt; is as easy as ABC! First, I read through the manual which is like... erhm... 1000 pages long? I then chose which boredom buster I liked the most, which is &lt;em&gt;boredom buster #1 - like to sing a song?&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;boredom buster #2 - being friendly on friendster&lt;/em&gt;. I actually didn't bother to look through the whole manual so... Heh heh... The first few are always the best anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boredom buster #1 - like to sing a song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... This one has been tried before so it is guaranteed to give a few laughs. :P:P:P If you don't... Then, you're either too old, or you think it's too immature, or you're just too terrible! :P Ok, here's how it goes. First, you get a chinese song, or an english one, or a malay one... Whatever song you like lar. Then... You translate it into another language. Then you sing the translated version! :D Easy huh? Yeah... HuiYii and I were laughing our heads off last night doing so. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how WE did it. Hehehe... When I was looking through my friend's blog, I saw the Jay Chou lyrics for his latest song. The one in initial d. He had the translation of the lyrics. Wow... So nice. Then, our mouths being so itchy and all, we just had to sing it in english. Hahaha... Ok. We sang and laughed throughout the first time. Hahaha... Then because there are some lines where the chinese words are few and the english translation is very long, we sang the first few words, then sqeezed all the remaining into that part. Aiyo... I tell you... It's really funny. Hahaha... Plus the way the words don't fit at all makes it even funnier. Huhuhu... Then, ok, 2nd round! Hahahaha... So funny. If you know where my computer is, then you'll know that the whole house can hear us laugh. Hahaha... The starting of the song is actually quite low, so trying hard not to laugh, we were singing it quite quite loudly. :P:P:P Then my mum commented, "Aiyo, why so low wan. Sing higher a bit la." Hahahah... Ok ok. Then we sang it an octave higher, which sounded more like squealing and squeeking more than singing. Hahaha... Then when we reached the chorus, aiyoyo... After squealing a few lines... Cannot ler. Too high d. Hahahaha... So we switched back to the normal pitch. Aih. Laughing can be so tiring. Hahaha... Now you know what we do at home... :P:P:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Boredom buster #2 - being friendly on friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hmm, this is what you do. First, you post up some nice pictures on friendster - the ones you 'kuk' your smile out so that you look kawaii and all or 'cool' pictures. Then, for the captions of the photos, you put stuff like "Add me lar, what are you waiting for?" or "Cute? Just add me :D" or just a simple "Add me!". Hahaha... Then, you fill up your friendster adding some people you don't even know. Then lastly, when your account is full, you just ask everyone (basically all the people from the first account) to add your second account. There! Two accounts full. Then, you just repeat the whole process over again, just that you add more people here and there. :D So, what say you? Cool huh? Hahahaha... But, really, I think there ARE people doing all this wu liao stuff. Aiyoyo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Aih. What human beings do to not feel bored. :P:P:P Me included. I don't do the second one though. :P Tell me if it works k. Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So, what are you waiting for??? Boredom buster only costs 5 million a book. Very cheap lar. The market price for the book is 1 dollar extra you know! So get your book today. You won't regret it! :D:D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*Mei Yii won't be responsible if methods used are not useful and remains faithful to the statement "Once sold considered sold" There's guarantee but no warranty, as quoted by a classmate.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112395046812273405?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112395046812273405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112395046812273405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112395046812273405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112395046812273405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/08/boredom-buster.html' title='Boredom buster'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112335485158254722</id><published>2005-08-06T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T12:00:51.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and..... SPLASH!!! TSUNAMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>woot woot! like in mei e's bloggie, prayer really works!!! let this be a real encouragement for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5 mousketeers strut out of the well-known Bethlehem Cafe (the place Jesus was born). they were holding heavy bags of clothing. each carrying at &lt;em&gt;least&lt;/em&gt; 10 kgs, per bag. all filled with what? &lt;em&gt;kinokunya&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;jelly!!!&lt;/em&gt; (woot woot! alright! jelly!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;coming out of the hidden escape door of the cafe, they all looked up and saw.... black smokes around the beautifully full of manmade buildings in pj full with black misty smoke!!! oh nuoooo!!! dash it all. their plans to go swim in the terribly dangerous pool of the amazon rivers were dashed! nuooOooo!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;two of the unknown musketeers named N and E (names altered  for private purposes) decided to back out. they lost their courage to swim in the treacherous, jungle-filled amazon river filled with waterfall, through which, u must fight man-eating crocs n man-choking snakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the 3 remainder musketeers, H, M, n L (names, again altered for private purposes) pleaded with them to change their mind. one of their previous musketeers (who shall also remain nameless) had backed out due to unforeseen circumstances). alas, the 2 musketeers absolutely refused and decided to head back to the cafe, where they can lounge and drink blood-like ice blended to their heart's content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;though, disappointed, but still undetered, the 3 determined musketeers decided to bravely swim in the dastardly amazon river. come, rain, sun  or man-eating crocs n man-choking snakes and blood-sucking leeches, these 3 musketeers were determined to swim in the ferociously agressive amazon river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;all they way sitting in the back of a golden carriage only fit for the richest castle owner in  the world, our three brave n decisive musketeers were discussing about the awful disaster in pj- the black smoky mist- haze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.. how were our three brave young, slim, rich, booty-shakin', hot, cool,funky heroes going to swim in the dangerous amazon river???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;finally, after hours n hours of using their authentic brain, 2 of the 3 musketeer's mother-in-queen found a solution- PRAYER! so griping their hands close to their heart, our 3 heroes prayed n groaned n prayed that the black plague would go away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;true enough, just when our 3 hot-assed heroes were going to jump into the cruel amazon river, the black plague started clearing up and you can hardly see any mist in the air!!! woot woot! what a miracle! it was absolutely fantastic n mind-numbing  n coolios!!!! woot woot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so our 3 young warriors began their hazardous swim in the amazon river. riding on each other's back to run away from crocodiles, playind dead on top of the water to trick the sharks, and to slide to the dungeon of death to run away from the snakes. finally, exhausted n tired to their bones, our 3 amazonians climbed out of the pool, holding their hands up high in the sky. yes! they did it! they swam in the swanky amazon river!!! woot woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; the crowd cheered and went wild. reporters started creeping up on them, lights were flashing and camera films were rolling nonstop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;finally tired of  posing to their fan, our 3 warriors went to bath and to eat. just as they were leaving the land of the cruel, yet tempting amazon land where the amazon river lies, the black plague came back. but our young princesses were glad it happened after their victorious swim in the amazon river. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. i knoe its a bit long. jst to make-up for not posting so far.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112335485158254722?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112335485158254722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112335485158254722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112335485158254722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112335485158254722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-splash-tsunami.html' title='and..... SPLASH!!! TSUNAMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112305488417387131</id><published>2005-08-03T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T00:41:24.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting</title><content type='html'>if u were trying to lie about how something happen, u look to ur left. if u were truthfully trying to remember how it happen, u'd look to the right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112305488417387131?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112305488417387131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112305488417387131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112305488417387131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112305488417387131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/08/interesting.html' title='interesting'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112296184472182797</id><published>2005-08-01T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T06:55:22.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church = fun? FUN... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Once upon a time... There lived 3 pretty, awesome, ferocious girls somewhere in the middle of somewhere. They loved going to church. Every Sunday, these girls go to church at 9am till 2pm (time varies accordingly). But Sundays weren't enough. They just had to have more of church. It wasn't just church to them. Not only was it a place to meet God, but also a place to meet long lost friends. Hm... Friends that are lost for the rest of the week ler. :P Other than friends, they had duties too. Such as ... Stuff la! Not only that, they even have to teach children how to memorise the whole book of Revelations! Nah, just kidding. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We've looked through their long lost documents (the real documents made out of silk and written with the best quality ink there was in those days) and decided to honour them by posting it up here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sundays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church this morning in my beautiful carriage. Late again for my piano duty in sunday school. But I was just being fashionably late! Too bad the others didn't think so, they already had a replacement for me. But when they saw my grumpy, ferocious face, they decided to let me play afterall. :P:P:P After playing, I met some brothers and sisters outside the door. "Hey sista! How's you? Lets go down eat!" Hahaha... Then I was greeted by a sister too. "Hey cousin, thou art more lovely today. I can't have the honour to dine with you today for I have a class. I'm very much sorry as you are." Disappointed, I lifted my big and heavy skirts up and went down to the cafe and went down with the weird 'hip-hopper'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafe=food. Food=eat. Eat=fat. Fat=fat la! What else can you be? :P So, we ate and ate and ate till all our buttons burst. While eating, the other ferocious and I had big dreams. Dreams of putting Mask of Zorro 3 on screens. Starring Andrew Cheong, co-starring Andrew Cheong also. Lions - Wei Shin and Kelvin. Setting - in the desert where lions live. Costumes - plastic bags and toilet rolls, masking tape (we have to cut cost, not rich enough :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scene 1: Mask of Zorro jumps out from nowhere. His costume beautifully made by us - big black garbage bag as his cape. And because his cape is made out of plastic bag, we unfortunately cannot have the effect we first wanted but settled with second best. Original cape sound - Whoosh, swish type of noise. The plastic bag cape sound - Shi sha shi sha type of noise. Unfortunately, our star is having height problems. He somehow or other hasn't drank enough enfagrow and cannot achieve the height of our original Mr. Zorro, we had to spend more money to buy some high heels for him. Wanting to cut cost, Hui Yii came up with the PERFECT solution - toilet rolls stuck onto his shoes. Good, huh? :D His mask, also because we wanted to save money, was made by sticking masking tape onto his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes in the lions. Sand is being scattered and blew about to give the desert effect.&lt;br /&gt;Lions: "ROAR!!!" "rrrrrooooAAAARRRR!!!" [must ask Hui Yii to show you the way it has to be done. :P:P:P]&lt;br /&gt;*camera does a short documentary on them*&lt;br /&gt;*camera suddenly is being pulled back and Mr. Zorro 3 is seen scolding some camera men in the back drop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Help~" Mrs Zorro soon-to-be screams. (Andrew turning from one side to the other, only changing wigs and voices, the costume too hard to be changed that quickly, finds himself in a tough spot. That's what he gets for wanting two roles! :P) Zorro zoomed down with his noisy cape at her and caught her up before she gets eaten by the ferocious lions. "Ahh~ My hero...~" *Andrew wraps his arms around himself and his back facing the camera (camera trick :P)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two lions managed to escape from the ferocious hands of Zorro and Zorro and Mrs Zorro lived happily ever after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;After telling and imagining the story, the Tee sisters decided to be movie directors from now on. *clap clap clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of going to church on Sundays - to serve God in church. Also to talk talk talk. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturdays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to church. Enjoy God's presence during worship. :):):) It's just so... special, so different, so touching to be in God's presence, don't you think so? :D Sometimes duty also for Holy Communion or play the piano that day. Huhuhu... Then, pastor's short message, very practical and interesting. Can be applied in our daily lives. :) After that, we go down to the cafe to talk talk talk. Hehehe... Get closer to care group members. Though... It's quite hard to do so when the speakers are just above our heads. TOO loud d!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose - know more about God. Get to worship Him and sing as loud as you want and no one can hear you! :P:P:P Right, Hui Yii? Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fridays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care group at home.&lt;br /&gt;We sing horribly. :P Then discuss pastor's last message, how it can help us. Then talk some more. We just can't stop talking you know. :P:P:P Get to know care group members even better. Then end with refreshments (durians one time. :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All night prayer.&lt;br /&gt;Sing older songs. Like... The ones we hear our parents sing. Hahaha... But nice also ler, something else for a change. Then praying in tongues. Spiritual purging. Hahaha... It sort of cleanses your soul and you'll feel more peaceful. :) But it can get a bit monotonous if you're not used to it. So be prepared and don't fall asleep during it! :P:P:P Then some songs in between. Then end with prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;There are even &lt;strong&gt;Wednesdays&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays - bible classes. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Now you guys know why I spend half of my week in church. Hmm... Wanna join me? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;These three ferocious girls lived happily ever after, at least, enjoyed church ever after and know that &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;their future is secured in God's hands&lt;/span&gt;. IS YOURS??? Think about it... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112296184472182797?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112296184472182797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112296184472182797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112296184472182797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112296184472182797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/08/church-fun-fun.html' title='Church = fun? FUN... :)'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112265693238943026</id><published>2005-07-29T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:08:52.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>really?</title><content type='html'>i'd rather talk less and learn new things than to talk more and learn things i already know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112265693238943026?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112265693238943026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112265693238943026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112265693238943026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112265693238943026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/07/really.html' title='really?'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112253758174102898</id><published>2005-07-27T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T06:24:34.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops...</title><content type='html'>In a field somewhere in Malaysia: It is sadly reported that two girls took too much sugar last night and did lots of stuff one wouldn't do normally. (Sugar is now banned in the Tee household. Though... there are LOTS of exceptions to that rule. :D) The story goes like this........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time....... I mean, last night... These two girls and a fellow friend went for dance class. It so happen that the teacher's mood that day was good. Things went well for them. Until.......... *eerie voice* One on them asked the other to change places with her. Everything changed from then on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Ok, Tee... Aiyah, I'll just call you Tee... You stand here. We're doing another formation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Ohhh nooo... Why I'm standing in front... I changed places with you (the other Tee) to stand at the back now I'm in front!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Dai sei lah you. Who ask you to change places with me. Hahaha..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*teacher places everyone in their places*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Ok, in the groupings you were in, I want the first two rows to go one circle to the back. (there are 4 rows. The two rows at the back just move forward)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*the song plays and everyone went messy and everyone bumped everyone in the process of getting into their position*&lt;br /&gt;*one of the Tee did the fish thing (flapping the hands) because she's supposed to up in the same spot and she didn't know where to go.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Oh oh... *flap flap*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The other Tee was SO mean, she laughed at her sister till her face turned purple. Tsk tsk, what a sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Teacher, where do I go? I end up in the same spot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Hmm, like that ah... You just go in a circle on the same spot lor *demonstrates*."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*Tee follows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Oh! yeahhhh! come on! *clap her hands to the rhythm*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The two Tee sisters laughed till their tummies ache so much, they couldn't stand up. It was just TOO funny. Hahaha... Oh yeah, the Tee sisters make VERY lousy imitation of hip-hoppers. So don't ever try asking them to imitate them for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my point, the Tee sisters were indeed very hyper that night. You wouldn't wanna know what else happened in class. :P [Lydia, the Warner Bros thing. Hahaha...] They then went together with their fellow friend with her dad for supper. :D They yak yak yaked all the way till it was TIME! Time to go home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks Pastor!"&lt;br /&gt;"Bye!!! *waves*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Eh, wanna go jogging anot?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Har, now ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Yea yea..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Hmmmmmm......... Ok LAH! :D" &lt;--- willing to do anything to skip studying for the next day's law test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jog jog jog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Wow, so chee gek ah jog at night. No one around, so dark some more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Ya ya... That day worse! I went with daddy that time ah, daddy went to walk alone so I jogged alone. Then AH! At the darkest place that side ah, I saw someone! Gave me a fright man! Some more he was wearing white!!! Then I prayed. 'Dear Lord, please protect me!' But it turned out to be the 'ngong lau' (the abit-sot-sot man that wear pyjamas everyday to the field). Good thing it was just him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jog jog some more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"DARYL! *far off distant voice*" Sort of sounded like Daryl calling himself. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Eh, Mei Yii, I think there's someone there..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Har, where got, I only see two old people there pak tor. But lets jog faster, run away first."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"Eh! MEI YII!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Oopsy........ Heh heh... *turn to look at Kenneth* Hi. [I think I waved, :P, dunno ler]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*jog furthur away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"SEE, Hui Yii! I told you we should have ran faster. Then zoom through Daryl's house mar... Hahahaha..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Ya lA! Some more you go and say it's the two old people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process on jogging, these two terrible girls laughed and talked so much, they could barely jog. Hahaha... This is what others would call disturbing the neighbourhood peace - they laughed so much and made so much noise - and disturbing the old couple, actually, they weren't that old... Maybe 40 plus. :P Disturbing that couple's lovey dovey time of pak tor-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Aiyoyo... We better faster go back *in whispers*... After the bad people come after us! *still in whispers*..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"*sings powerpuffgirls theme song*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Let's go! *in whispers*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"*holds up fingers like guns and hide behind car* --car passes by-- Oh no! That was Daryl's father...~! Do you think he saw me??? Hahahaha..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is - Bring mosquito repellent everywhere you go. Hahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112253758174102898?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112253758174102898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112253758174102898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112253758174102898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112253758174102898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/07/oops.html' title='Oops...'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112235169928867349</id><published>2005-07-25T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T09:22:28.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean food + Mei Yii = need to spend more time together to make this relationship happen. :P</title><content type='html'>Hahaha... Ya ya. Had Korean food Sunday night! Thank you so much Pastor Joshua and Pastor Carey! Lydia can pass the message on. :P:P:P And yea, thank you Lydia! :D It is guaranteed that if one goes out with any of the Pastors, he/she doesn't have to worry about starving or having a 'just nice' meal. We will be stuffed up to our eye balls. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 7 o'clock, we all pushed and shoved ourselves into the car. "Ugh! Joy get off me!" "Hui Yii your butt so big la, go in go in!" "ACK! Mei Yii! Why are you sitting on me?!" "DON'T PUSH ME!!!" Then, we peacefully drove off. After approximately ... 45 minutes? Was it? I don't know. :P Ask Lydia, we arrived safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the shop we wanted to go to...&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? Not open ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya la... Why ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Under renovation."&lt;br /&gt;"Eh?! You know how to read Korean?"Asked a shocked Pastor Carey.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no no no... It was in English."&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... So funny. :P I think she saw some korean words there that's why. I also only saw the korean words. Hehehe... Don't know how Hui Yii's ferocious eyes saw the 'under renovation' sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to go to a random shop there.&lt;br /&gt;We had...&lt;br /&gt;-LOTS of appetizers - kimchi, some weird raw vege with wasabi (O_o???), egg...&lt;br /&gt;-Beef! *yum yum* They have this round metal thing in the middle of the table (thought it was steamboat at first). Then, they will lift up the metal thing and put in charcoal. Then cover up and the beef will be put on top of it. It has two layers inside. Coals -&gt; beef -&gt; cover. But we don't cover it up till we've finished ler. I like the beef! :D:D:D So nice... SO full.......&lt;br /&gt;-Kimchi soup, one with seafood, one with dumplings. Lydia prefers seafood. I... I rather not take any. :P:P:P CULTURE shock! Hahaha... No ler. It tastes a bit weird. Or maybe I was full d.&lt;br /&gt;-Some hot plate rice thing. Rice+vege+egg+some special sauce=Some weird name. Ask Lydia. :D This place's speciality. Hehe... We were all comparing the food. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... We went to the korean store there - SHOPPING! Hahaha... Quite fun quite fun. Buying stuff you can't read and don't know what it actually is. :P Then we saw this cute pink packaging. I think it's strawberry flavour or something. Then the picture looks all nice and fluffy. Then turn to the back of the cup - "Er... How to read ah?" "Dunno ler..." "Eh, must add egg!" "How you know??" "Neh, the instructions there got one egg picture." "Oh... But you don't know how long to cook it." "1 minute 20 seconds." "Huh? Really?" "Neh... *point at the tiny 1:20 thing*" Hahaha... Looks so cute, but don't dare to try. Eggs? Fluffy? Nahhh... Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and talked and talked on the way home. So much till Pastor almost missed the turning to our house! Hehehe... Poor Hui Yii and Joy got flung in front because Pastor made a very quick and sharp turning. Hehehe... We all went "Whhhoooaaaa...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion? If you want korean food go find Lydia. Hahahaha... Let's go again! :P:P:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112235169928867349?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112235169928867349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112235169928867349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112235169928867349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112235169928867349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/07/korean-food-mei-yii-need-to-spend-more.html' title='Korean food + Mei Yii = need to spend more time together to make this relationship happen. :P'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112230052088298395</id><published>2005-07-25T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T07:14:03.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmm....... yum yum!</title><content type='html'>hmm... due to so many complains bout me writing only 13 words for me 2rd last post (or 3rd?) specificallly by TWO very irritating people whom i should think they should who they are, i have decided to post more today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea! woot woot! ok. here's my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this long enough? ok! bye! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah. i'm kidding. jst wanna say, this author went shopping today! yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*applause now*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea! woot woot! go lydia! woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*stop*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n guess what i bought??/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*guess- shout a random guess*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolates! mp3 player! radio! tv! smints! bread! g-string! pencil box! bra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*quiet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah nah. all wrong! i bought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*go oooooooo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooo................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*quiet* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;deng deng deng deng!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;champagne grapes! yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*applause*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea! go lydia! woot woot! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*quiet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its reli reli RELI &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt;! the diameter is only 2cm or less.... like, reli reli tiny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*go oooooo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*quiet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seela. if got cg this fri, n if me n joy havent finish eating it *wink **wink*, i'll bring it la. if u wanna c de pics, go &lt;a href="http://www.hillcrestfoods.com/produce-report.htm"&gt;http://www.hillcrestfoods.com/produce-report.htm&lt;/a&gt; then go down down down down down, down down down down down, down down down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*audience*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*quiet!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, ok, ok. jst go down, til u c a table, then click on champagne grape.&lt;br /&gt;bleh. since an audience interupted me, i have no more mood to continue the show adi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*go aww...n *sob* *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwww........... *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*beat up the fella*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey! hit him! *bish* *bam* *pow* * bung* *booong* *ping* *pong* *hak* *xxx* *xxx* *xxx* *xxx*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*quiet down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so goodbye! my fellow audience, til next time! on 'what lydia bought this week'. join us nect week to find out what ex-citing things lydia bought! yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yea! woot woot! c u next time! buy me! buy me! &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i lurrrrrvvveeee yaaa&lt;/span&gt;!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*quiet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112230052088298395?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112230052088298395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112230052088298395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112230052088298395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112230052088298395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/07/mmmmm-yum-yum.html' title='mmmmm....... yum yum!'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112213916580125832</id><published>2005-07-23T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T10:19:25.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woot woot!</title><content type='html'>haha. went to &lt;a href="http://jobpredictor.com/"&gt;http://jobpredictor.com/&lt;/a&gt; in florence's blog. hehe. put my name is n here's what i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lydia- ur job is a &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;pole dancer&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA!!! woot woot! must've mean i got the grace, agility, 'sexiness', n ass for it. yeahh!!! woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lydia yee- &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;prostitute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... still must think positive, so i guess this means that i'm active? i'm very wanted by so many? :P yayaya. i'm getting a bit off in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lydia yee sian cheng- &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;church minister&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa!!! what a huge difference. hehe. nvr knew my parents got such a... good(?) name for me. nvm. still cn rejoice! i can be used of God! yeah! share the message! yea! woot woot! :D&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. this must mean i've got a reli loud voice (as my dad always complain...) that God wants me to put to use. hmm... COOl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112213916580125832?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112213916580125832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112213916580125832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112213916580125832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112213916580125832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/07/woot-woot.html' title='woot woot!'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112193222919622036</id><published>2005-07-20T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T04:05:10.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys again??? *groan*</title><content type='html'>Aih! Guys are SO clueless sometimes. Sheesh... Don't you agree with me? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;News flash:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very valuable blogger, lieRn (the one that only blogged ONCE and never blogged again...) is being stalked by a ferocious, horrendous, horrible, clueless, terrible, abominable, atrocious, erhmmm... erhhm... gorilla-ish STALKER! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE LIERNNNNNN!!!!! You only have a chance to live once though I know heaven is really cool, nice and fun but living on earth is once in a lifetime thing and you won't get to see your grandchildren nor marry the macho guy of your dreams!!! I think I even know who the stalker is. Oh NO! lieRn, trust me, he's really really really really freaky. :P We've tried telling you but...... No....... You didn't wanna talk about it. Aih, SEE! SEE now! What has happened? Actually I don't know who ler. I'm just guessing. :P:P:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih, come on lah. When girls say they don't want to be bothered, they really mean it k. There's no such nonsense about the yes means no, no means yes thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Number 1, if the girl likes you, she won't be rejecting you in the first place, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Number 2, if she says she just wants to be friends, she's not giving you hope k! She really means she just wants to be friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Number 3, if a girl says she wants to finish studying first... It's up to you to wait. If you're loyal enough it doesn't mean you'll get chosen. Just that you'll be in the waiting list. Hahaha... Hey! We have the right to choose you know. :P:P:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again... This is what I think. :P If you don't agree you can give your comments and stuff. *shrugs* No offence ler, you stalkers out there. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;My definition of a stalker&lt;/span&gt; - those people who think they know all about that person but actually don't know exactly what the other person thinks. They are irritating, clueless, terrible... They keep prodding the person (or other people) for more information about her/him (It happens to guys too.... Sad but true. Hahaha... Only that I think guys don't really mind kua. It's just like an ego booster to them I guess. :P). Oh yea, and they stalk ler. Hahaha... Find out lots of your secrets! :P:P:P But it also depends if the guy is good looking or not.......... Hahaha... No ler, different people, different personalities. Some may like it because the guy actually takes the trouble to find out more about them. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the poor poor stalkers. :P Let me zhat like that. Hahaha... EH, it's true k. At least, it's what I think ler. :P Nyeh... Go off first ler. Bye! Don't come stalking me k! *tebal muka* :P:P:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112193222919622036?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112193222919622036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112193222919622036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112193222919622036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112193222919622036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/07/guys-again-groan.html' title='Guys again??? *groan*'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112187204683787017</id><published>2005-07-20T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T08:07:26.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yea!!! snickers!!!</title><content type='html'>yay! another update!~!! guess what??? u''re not gonna believe this!!! guess....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;come on audience! u cn do it!!! guess!!!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;aww.... u guys suck. i'll tell u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;snickers peanut butter spread&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on monday beside towels!!! yea!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*applause*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! alright man! woot woot! wow! yowza! woot woot! clap clap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*stop applausing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was such an honour to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n it taste yummmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee................ yummy yummy yum yum! emmm-muah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*applause*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! alright man! woot woot! wow! yowza! woot woot! clap clap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*stop applausing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*warning to audience. if you wanna continue to be on this show, find a different way of applausing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you ladies n gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*applause*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! alright man! woot woot! wow! yowza! woot woot! clap clap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*stop applausing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*second warning to audience*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112187204683787017?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112187204683787017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112187204683787017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112187204683787017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112187204683787017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/07/yea-snickers.html' title='yea!!! snickers!!!'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112178148146761537</id><published>2005-07-19T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T06:58:01.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!!! towels!!!</title><content type='html'>yay!!! went shoppin yesterday. bought towels!!!! alright! way to go, man!!! yeah!!! cool!!!!! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112178148146761537?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112178148146761537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112178148146761537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112178148146761537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112178148146761537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/07/yay-towels.html' title='yay!!! towels!!!'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112125323135437930</id><published>2005-07-13T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T04:13:51.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that you mention about guys...</title><content type='html'>GUYS nowadays are getting freakier and freakier day by day. Maybe I'm just being paranoid or something, but... YER! Don't come so near mE!!! I barely know you, ok?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yer yer yer... Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to not mind my friends smoking in front of me. Hrm, not that I see them doing it often ler. But still... Anyway... There's this guy from my class... YEr, I just cannot stand the sight of him smoking in front of me. It just looks so disgusting. Hahaha... (I know I know... I'm very weird, BUT then...) Maybe it's also because the WHOLE Asia Cafe smells like that. Yuck. I'm starting to really dislike that place. :P To be honest, I feel like puking when I see him smoke. :P Hey, if you're not concerned about your lungs, I am for mine you know. Hahaha... Sad to say, I'm a second hand smoker, ALL THANKS TO PEOPLE LIKE HIM! :P:P:P *see all the smokers move furthur away from me* Hahaha... I think I didn't use to mind because I don't see my other friends everyday smoking. If I see them smoking everyday...... Heh heh heh... 5 years of friendship I also don't cARE! :P:P:P Hahaha, no ler. I think I'm just bias. :P I don't like him that's all. Shhh... Don't tell him, ok? Oh yeah, he's also one of them that is freaking me out really really badly. Plus... He's malay. &lt;--- see how bias I can get??? Hahaha... Sorry yah, if there are any malay readers out there. I guess it's just him I don't really like. Aiseh man... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm writing all these down without feeling guilty. Hahaha... *oops* Hope lieRn won't gimme lecture the next time I see her. :P "How can you gossip when you yourself know that gossiping is bad? Some more being a care group leader, you should set a good example." *shakes head at me* Hahaha... No ler, I sayang lieRn so much, she won't scold me, right? :P:P:P Fine fine, I admit that I do feel a bit bad... But that is what I really feel about that guy! I'm just writing in down ni mar...... *pout*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't want to know the rest of it... About the freaky guys ler. Hmm... YER! Hahaha... :P I've been bugging Hui Yii a lot recently by telling her, "I'm so scared ler... Hui Yii, I'm so scared... Yer... So freaky... Yer..." Hahahaha... While rubbing my face on her t-shirt. :P It's also not very nice mentioning names, right? :P:P:P *claps hand onto mouth* IT may be YOU! You reading this!!! O_o!!! Hahaha... Nah, I highly doubt that those freaky people know about my blog. But then again....... They may be freaky enough to find out........... O_O!!! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih, better not worry about it ler. :P I told you I may just be over paranoid. :P:P:P Oh well, off I go to my dinner that awaits patiently for themselves to slide gracefully, beautifully, easily, willingly, ferociously (if it gets stuck somewhere in the middle of my throat ler) down my short/long (don't know how to measure :P) and slender throat that sort of resembles a chicken neck (the result of taking literature. Alamak. Hahaha...). Tata! Take care, God bless. :):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112125323135437930?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112125323135437930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112125323135437930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112125323135437930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112125323135437930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/07/now-that-you-mention-about-guys.html' title='Now that you mention about guys...'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112118943780387838</id><published>2005-07-12T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T10:30:37.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my ideal guy</title><content type='html'>hehe. thought i'd just entertain u with what i think my ideal guy should be.&lt;br /&gt;hmm... well, u guys probably thought i want the cliche where the must be sensitive, nice, charming, yada yada yada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cute. but nt tooooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;hmm... cute enough for me to like him bt not for other girls. :P  besides, too cute, n they'll get  conceited. ugh! got a guy like dt in my class. so irritating! quite childish aso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. $$- ok.&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind if he's rich. :P no sin against dt. ; ) but dont mind if he's poor too. dont mind borrowing him money as long as he pays back. its the integrity u knoe? he must not live off me. he's nt cheap. like... miscall me 7 times so i would finally call him back. ugh! hate guys like dt. its like, they like u, but dont tink u're good enough to spend their money on, u knoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  not too loud.&lt;br /&gt;one person who has a loud voice in a relationship is more than enough, thank you very much. dont need another loud one to add on it.  not too quiet either. too quiet guys r jst too scary... dont hafta talk much bt not dont talk at all either.  dont like too outgoing types either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. not pushy&lt;br /&gt;when i say no, i reli reli RELI mean NOOO!!!! so stop calling me!!!  &gt; (   i knoe most guys say when a girl says no, she reli reli mean yes. well this girls means no! n i aso knoe the saying 'never give up' yada yada yada. but sometimes, u jst gotta knoe when to give up u knoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. not innocent&lt;br /&gt;ee-yuck. dont want a guy who's too innocent. i mean innocent as in virgin then yes, thats cool. i love it! but in this context, innocent reli mean as well... one who knows cuss words. say at &lt;em&gt;least&lt;/em&gt; stupid or something? but not cuss too much... and like, when i say a foul word, his eyes dont go &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt; n *gasp*. irritating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. dont tink i'm innocent either&lt;br /&gt;yes. i'm a virgin. but again, in this context, innocent means... i'm not one of those girly girly girl u knoe? like, hehe. i say foul words. nt all the time but yes, i do say it. n i'm quite mean too. cant say the word cos its a public blog thingy but yes. i'm dt kinda girl. u knoe.. &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; kinda girl. erm... hmm... yala. u get it la.  i killed animals before n i actually &lt;em&gt;eat&lt;/em&gt; animals. killed fishes, bugs, yucky stuff. i eat chicken, fish, meat u knoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. blek. dn want too sensitive&lt;br /&gt;like, gets pissed off over little things. if we're gonna b 2geda, i'm gona piss u off &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; badly alot of times til u probably think of strangling me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. not violent&lt;br /&gt;violentce is a no no. not good. nope. not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. bold&lt;br /&gt;like, actually &lt;em&gt;dare&lt;/em&gt; talk to me u knoe? hehe. there was this guys in kdu, who was my fren's fren. n he kept msg-in me, asking me to find out who he is. yada yada yada. which jst kinda pisses me off. y cant u jst intro urself to me? bleh. the one time i went out for lunch w u n my frens, seriously, i'm bad at remembering faces so i cant remember urs. somemore i didnt wear my specs n i dont wear contacts so i couldnt c ur face clearly... cant c ur expression or whatever, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. dont b a braggart.&lt;br /&gt;blek. u wanna brag? u go to ur frens or the mirror. i'm sure they'll be more than willing to hear it. i like u not because u're somebody somebody's son or some bigshot. jst u. ur character.  bt if it sucks, u're gone.  dont even &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; bout braggin bout ur bigshot frens too. i'm dating u. not them.  hehe. who knoes? if u keep talking good stuff bout them,  i mite jst go to them, so keep ur trap SHUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. surprises&lt;br /&gt;i love surprises. not surprises as in a girl having ur baby or u 2 timing. i mean good surprises. like... hmm... u tink ursef. its ur surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. no touchy feely&lt;br /&gt;yck. dont like guys who touch too much. u touch me at unwanted places, n i'll make sure u die with no kids. EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  done get jealous of my frens&lt;br /&gt;if u become too overbearing, n hate it when i spend time w my frens, too bad. i like my frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, nah. havent met a guy like dt. well, i did once when i was in f2, but... due to blah blah... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee. did u like it ? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, yeah. dont read this blog if u dont like we're writing. : ) there was no red carpet invite for u anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112118943780387838?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112118943780387838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112118943780387838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112118943780387838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112118943780387838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-ideal-guy.html' title='my ideal guy'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112083324795274245</id><published>2005-07-08T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T07:34:07.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butt Watchers Society</title><content type='html'>(note: sorry for the many many variety of societies and names. We're just too creative you see. :D:D:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, a butt has been complaining a lot to our society. Because our society is in charge of the welfare of butts, we have decided to take in this case and help solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A day in the life of a poor poor miserable butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.30am: Butt is being dragged out of bed, sometimes being bumped by the owner on the stairs down the bed.&lt;br /&gt;6.40am: Butt faces his terrible fate of facing the golden throne first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;7.10am: Butt has to get suffocated by owner by sitting on the bus for 25 to 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;7.40am: Butt faces the cold hard chair. Squashed there for approximately 3 hours (that is if owner has no break).&lt;br /&gt;11am: Butt gets the freedom to look around the world, but only for 5 minutes. Butt has to face another hard chair.&lt;br /&gt;12pm: Butt owner has to get back to class again. That means, another 3 hours of COLD, HARD, BLUE CHAIR!&lt;br /&gt;3pm: The owner, rather sacrificing her butt than her legs, sits again. (ahh, the agony of the butt facing but yet another chair)&lt;br /&gt;4pm: Getting sore, there was another tool of torture - the seat of the bus. The pain, the suffering... for another 1 hour and 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;5.10pm: The butt gets off the bus, then only to the comfy, cosy, dark blue sofa of the owner. *......ahhhhh.......*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Butt Watchers Society has decided to compensate the butt by, erhm, sponsering the owner a pillow so that she can bring it to college to sit on it so not to torture her poor poor butt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Sorry for this really boring post, too tired and sleepy. If we went swimming today, I would have probably went to the baby pool and slept there. Hahaha... OH Yeah, I didn't know I am playing piano tomorrow... :P Got a really big shock when Sarah called me just now. Hehehe... Blur blurly answered her "Huh??? I'm playing tomorrow??!" :P:P:P This is what happens to girls (namely me) when they go to college and lack sleep. Aih aih... 'tis terrible isn't it? :P:P:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnite! Sweet dreams... :):):) God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112083324795274245?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112083324795274245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112083324795274245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112083324795274245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112083324795274245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/07/butt-watchers-society.html' title='Butt Watchers Society'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-112028128968208300</id><published>2005-07-01T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:23:46.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The A**es and Butts society</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A&amp;B society&lt;/span&gt; was ditubuhkan on Wednesday, approximately 8pm. The members consists of Raymond-the founder of A&amp;amp;B (the one who started the very first mission anyway), Lydia Yee-our president, Tee Hui Yii-her assistant, Tee Mei Yii-the secretary, Erng Mei-the one who plans the langkah-langkah for the missions, Kelvin (I think that's what he's called. :P Erng Mei's friend)-the one who didn't help in any way at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;How did the name come about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first had a mission, then to prevent suspicion from the si mangsa-mangsa, we had to give a cover up, right? Right. You see, we were attacked by this really really ferocious swarm of mosquitoes in the toilet. Hmm, our butts were... unprotected.......&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we killed lots of them. :D And to honour the brave mosquitoes that died willingly in our hands, we decided to name our society A**es and Butts so to remind us that our butts are constantly not protected and mosquitoes are DANGEROUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Secret signs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The hand on the fore-head fainting thing &lt;/span&gt;- for the president only (but all other members secretly and openly do it also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The rubbing of the tummy &lt;/span&gt;- for all members, or when signaling anything, or mission acomplished (whichever we choose. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hands, eyes movements&lt;/span&gt; which are really obvious but we still do it anyway as our secret signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;MISSION1: So and so has to kiss A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 1 out of 6 thought that it would be acomplished. Nonetheless, we carried on with that plan. As So and so was sitting at our place, we tried to bait A over to our table. Finally, A comes over. So and so talks to A. A smiles, So and so smiles, we all smile. We tried to get them sit together.&lt;br /&gt;"*cough* I need something to drink la."&lt;br /&gt;"Me too, me too. *rubs tummy*"&lt;br /&gt;So we all, one by one, get away from the table. What a beautiful sight, both of them, alone, at one table. We all then looked at the sunset as we heard the waves of the sea....... I mean, looked at the swimming pool lights and at the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The result?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, what are all of you doing here?" So and so asks.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... Nothing ler. Looking at the swimming pool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We FAILED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;MISSION2: Him (B) asking Her (G) to go clubbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The difficulties:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; is too old for &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; is a, well, we would say... Gentlemanly, very tall, a young man that is aging gracefully. He looks like, twice his age. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; has been clubbing, drinking, I don't know about smoking and what else that are 'normal' for people their age to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;G &lt;/span&gt;is too naive and innocent. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; is a young, still young, rather tall for her age but still too short for &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; young lady. She doesn't smoke, drink, nor go clubbing. She wears specs (does that give you a clue? :P:P:P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, in this mission, all we did were just imagining them dancing together and laughing at just imagining it. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The bright side:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; likes &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; likes &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;. We won't give up the mission YET. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;To support our group:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is just donate some money... Just a wee bit. We all know that all of you are really really generous. You know, like maybe, 1 million? That would be sufficient. :) Thanks for supporting A&amp;amp;B society. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Your love is our love.&lt;/span&gt; :) God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-112028128968208300?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/112028128968208300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=112028128968208300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112028128968208300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/112028128968208300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/07/aes-and-butts-society.html' title='The A**es and Butts society'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-111989524186258879</id><published>2005-06-27T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T11:00:41.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Report on Lydia's Diet Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Report On Lydia's Diet Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to unanimous voiced out from people about the excessive weight gain of a though bit over weight but still lovely n ever pretty Lydia, the person involved has decided to go on a diet. below is a write-up on how she did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up and Lydia decided to go on a diet. the first way she tried was to eat less fatty food.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch- went to eat with mun at an italian restaurant. saw a sinful looking creature called &lt;em&gt;chocolate cake&lt;/em&gt; with melted choc in the middle. resolve was broken on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner- was doing fine eating less at Kampatchi til she saw a plate of temptingly delicious white bait. resolve was again, broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; FAILED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia woke up again and decided to try to go on diet again. This time, she tried the eating less method.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch- managed to survive. did not eat lunch at all.&lt;br /&gt;went home after LAN, and suddenly remembered the korean chips which  she had kept it hidden from her sister's greedy beady eyes.&lt;br /&gt;resolve was broken&lt;br /&gt;Dinner- tried to try eating less again... til she found out what was for dinner.... aunty lydia(not &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; lydia. its sarah's mum) infamous CHICKEEEEN PORRIDGE and FRIED NOODLES. Lydia ended up eating bowls n bowls of both. hmmm.. about 50-100 bowls maybe? she look like she did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;FAILED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still not being the quitter, Lydia decided to try again. she tried the eating less fatty food again.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch- did fine. ate maggie mee with kimchi&lt;br /&gt;Dinner- ate at an asian food restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dessert- &lt;/em&gt;Lydia's resolve to diet was again (as usual) broken. she ate *ugh* &lt;em&gt;ice-cream&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;FAILED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! Lydia finally decided. she will go on a diet. for real this time.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast- was doing fine again... til she saw..... kinokunya jelly!!! oh nuooooo!!!! resolve as predictable, again broken&lt;br /&gt;Lunch- did fine even thought there was excessive eating of jellies for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner- did well again because she had to eat Indian food. the northern kind. only really really deep fried thing she ate was this deep-fried thingy that kinda taste like what she dont know it should taste like... but it was nice... though it was just a simple indulgence... it cost Lydia a lot of calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;FAILED&lt;/span&gt; (will she ever pass???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia promises to eat really really little today and to eat non-fatty food&lt;br /&gt;Lunch- dim sum at risk carlton where there was this really &lt;em&gt;reallly&lt;/em&gt; nice garoupa porridge. she nearly ate it all but her parents n her beady-eyed sister took some out of the bowl when she wasnt noticing.&lt;br /&gt;Tea- *gasp* arrest this girl!!! she actually ate... *ugh* &lt;em&gt;hot chocolate. &lt;/em&gt;Lydia went to Kl hilton where her parent were stayin for the night due to some weird membership thingy that gave them 2 free night stay at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner- she was doing fine. she didnt even eat the crabs because they were cooked with salted egg that for her taste like eating yucky powder. then... came dessert.... sweetened sea coconut with longans that *gasp* &lt;em&gt;she ate all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; FAILED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after going through all these rejections when she was dieting, Lydia have finally decided to screw it all to what people think and eat what ever she wants. she promises herself to never go on a diet.... at least til after childbirth or if she has exceeded 100 kgs. with this, Lydia herself ends this report. Thank You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-111989524186258879?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/111989524186258879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=111989524186258879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111989524186258879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111989524186258879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/06/report-on-lydias-diet-plan.html' title='A Report on Lydia&apos;s Diet Plan'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-111987902127716085</id><published>2005-06-27T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T07:57:51.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN MOSQUITOES ATTACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Will mosquitoes cease to attack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;27th June, SS2:&lt;/span&gt; The well known ferocious and gruesome mosquitoes are on the most wanted list. Though it is not stated or announced as a written law, but whosoever that sees a mosquito can kill it immediately. Witnesses of these killer mosquitoes said: "Help! Arghh!!!" "They're itching!" "Ugh... Gruesome, like, totally..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Incident 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*light was off in the bedroom*&lt;br /&gt;"Argh!!! Yer!!!"&lt;br /&gt;*light turned on*&lt;br /&gt;" I turned on the light, lifted up my pillow and saw 2 mosquitoes fly up at me!! I WAS SHOCKED!"&lt;br /&gt;*squish! squish! slap! slap!* "Ish!" *Whack!!*&lt;br /&gt;*light turned off*&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh......" (sigh of relief)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Incident 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mosquito was seen stalking a young girl wherever she went.&lt;br /&gt;"I tell you! It was a &lt;strong&gt;true stalker&lt;/strong&gt;! It flew atound my head, flew around my legs, flew around my body! I've never seen a mosquito as ham sap as this!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Disgusted as she was, she failed to kill it. She waited for the stalker to cease stalking her. It is believed that the mosquito aka dangerous stalker died of old age and fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Incident 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy aged 16 this year suffered from severe mosquito irritation when trying to sleep and rest as he came down with a fever.&lt;br /&gt;"The mosquitoes kept bugging me! I couldn't sleep that night although they didn't bite me."&lt;br /&gt;Then came a saviour.&lt;br /&gt;*lights turned on*&lt;br /&gt;*smack! smack! squish! "eew..." wham! slap! bang!*&lt;br /&gt;The mosquito killer aka saviour said: "I just couldn't take his suffering anymore so I decided to help, thats all."&lt;br /&gt;It is also said that the MK heard tiny voices screaming "help....." as they were gruesomely and ferociously killed in the killer's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Incident 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosquito Buzzer (the mozzie's name) was last heard buzzing around an unfortunate housewife's mop.&lt;br /&gt;*bzzzz.....bzzzzzz..........*&lt;br /&gt;What Buzzer meant - At last, a home. I'll follow this mop to the new place I'm supposed to lay my eggs.&lt;br /&gt;As Buzzer followed the mop, a swish and a squish was heard. Buzzer could lay no more eggs. But Buzzer's revenge was taken cared of. As the ferocious swish was made, the housewife used too much force.&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah...!"&lt;br /&gt;The mop's head broke off and the houswife deeply regretted her actions on poor Buzzer.&lt;br /&gt;[The mop really broke. :P:P:P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Kesan-kesan yang ditinggalkan oleh Buzzer dan kawan-kawannya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1) Gatal-gatal (Itch)&lt;br /&gt;2) Perasaan benci untuk Buzzer dengan kawan-kawannya. (Deep hatred for buzzer and friends)&lt;br /&gt;3) Parut-parut yang hodoh di atas kaki si mangsa (Ugly scars on the victim's legs)&lt;br /&gt;4) Kacau-ation (Irritation)&lt;br /&gt;5) Buzzer dan kawan-kawannya meninggal dunia. (The death of Buzzer and friends.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Precautions to take and to avoid Buzzer's relatives and friends that may take revenge on us for the death of Buzzer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Always carry Shieldtox, Ridsect, guppies (of course, not on your bodies. It's for the ponds), mosquito repellent, electric rackets (that can only kill flies, but, it's worth a try!) and pepper spray (they may sneeze too hard and hit the wall or something? :P) with you at ALL TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;- Squish 'em when you see 'em!&lt;br /&gt;- Hui Yii's suggestion:&lt;br /&gt;  "You eat lots of onions and garlic. Then the mosquitoes won't come near. If they do, just, you know... let go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, it is a dangerous world out there. Mosquitoes are on the loose! So, always remember - get 'em before they get YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-111987902127716085?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/111987902127716085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=111987902127716085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111987902127716085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111987902127716085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-mosquitoes-attack.html' title='WHEN MOSQUITOES ATTACK'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-111980050132657807</id><published>2005-06-26T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T08:41:41.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too LATE...</title><content type='html'>Due to unwanted circumstances, blogger Mei Yii has to leave without blogging what she actually wanted to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see ah, I actually really wanted to blog wan you know! I had SOOOOO much to say, but... Aih... Just a few words from my dad's mouth:' You better go to bed lor. Tomorrow you have to wake up early.' *SIGH*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, starting college tomorrow. Have to make new friends... AIh... Again... :P:P:P So ferocious huh, hehehe, don't wanna make new friends. Hahaha... Then I have to ask them the same questions all over again. Oh? You're from *insert name of their school*? Cool... What subjects are you taking? What stream were you from? How many A's did you get wor? Wow... So geng... And all those, you know, getting to know the other person kind of thing. Aih... I don't see why I have to do all the questioning. Hahaha... I'll try a different tactic next time. I'll wait for them to come to me. :P:P:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K ler. All of you must pray for me so that people will come up to me and say hi instead of the other way round. :P:P:P Thanks for all your prayers. Heh heh... GOd bless! Take care and goodnite. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-111980050132657807?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/111980050132657807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=111980050132657807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111980050132657807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111980050132657807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/06/too-late.html' title='too LATE...'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-111970991223176438</id><published>2005-06-25T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T07:31:52.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>u--wwaahhhh!</title><content type='html'>bought 2 bras n i earned 100!!! hehe. nvr knew buying bras were so rewarding. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jst came back from 1u. new tgv is really big!!! so many people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a nice lunch n window shopping with hui e n mei e. cant go out with them on sat alot cos if i go with them, they cant watch movie cos i have to be back at 10 n the movie starts at 9 *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so fun! we were fooling around n everything. hehe. cos the escalator was not working so we had to walk up. then me n mei e pretended to be struggling to climb up, pulling hui e's skirt for support. :p she got so embarasses by us she faster walk up. :P then the people going down kept looking at us. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked n walked n walked. then this 2 woman, so horrible! u knoe what they did to the poor ice cream sellers. they tried every single flavour the ice cream stall had, then decided not to buy the ice-cream n decided to go baskin robbins to buy ice cream instead.  then in baskin robbins they tried every single flavour n decided on one flavour only. haih... pity the poor ice-cream man seller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. i tricked mun to telling her she has ns. hehe. found out the list was out, so called her n told her she had ns. then hui e was there so she told mun she saw her name too. haha. the poor girl panicked. who told her not to come church today? hehe. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-111970991223176438?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/111970991223176438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=111970991223176438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111970991223176438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111970991223176438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/06/u-wwaahhhh.html' title='u--wwaahhhh!'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-111963988471378469</id><published>2005-06-24T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T12:08:44.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOSQUITTO ATTACK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ASIAN GIRL SCREAMS AS MOSQUITOS ATTACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Wednesday, Selangor- police reports that a group of mosquitos attacked a pretty and innocent girl aged 18, Lydia Yee. The victim confirmed that the incident happened between 8.30 am while the victim was driving to school and at 4 when the victim was driving home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'it was terrible, so horrible! they all came and flew around me. i couldnt drive properly. mun said when she killed one, 5 shoot out. arghHHh!!! sAvE me!!!!! ' the victim screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a witness said'its true its true! when i killed one, i saw 5 more! its so scary!!! it made me feel so itchy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'police suspect the cause of this incident was because the victim's driver did not wind up the window fully, allowing mosquitos to sneak in during the night. furthermore, the place where the victim is staying is inhibited by a lot of mosquitos due to the jungle decoration that the victim's put insisted on, involving the growth of many flowering plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those with more info, please call the police at 555-9299&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;report done by,LYDIA YEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-111963988471378469?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/111963988471378469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=111963988471378469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111963988471378469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111963988471378469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/06/mosquitto-attack.html' title='MOSQUITTO ATTACK!!!'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-111952268444406032</id><published>2005-06-23T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T03:31:24.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im here!!!! =) =) =D</title><content type='html'>Okie, me here.. me here. firstly, I wanna thank mei yii for inviting me to join this wonderful, lovely, beautiful blog. With also, wonderful, lovely, beautiful, owners. Okie, I promise to blog more in future. I really have to go now. *sigh* I really do promise I will blog here soon okie? Promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-111952268444406032?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/111952268444406032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=111952268444406032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111952268444406032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111952268444406032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-here-d.html' title='Im here!!!! =) =) =D'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-111946270987296738</id><published>2005-06-22T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:51:49.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The butts return...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CURRENT UPDATES IN THE WORLD OF BUTTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;IN SS2&lt;/span&gt;: It is discovered that butt owners are abusing their butts lately (not to mention that they sit on it all the time). Reporters find that butt owners abuse their butts in ways that are getting more and more gruesome, such as bumping them on hard floors and against cupboards, tables, doors, so on and so forth. Butts from everywhere are now trying to complain to their owners about the worsening condition (which unfortunately is ignored by butt owners) and to set up an organisation for the welfare of butts from all countries. Examples of the abused butts are shown a few posts below and in Mei Yii's blog. Butt pyscologists are currently trying to find out what causes butts to be abused in such a way and why are butts terribly treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Pampers advertisment comes on***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-111946270987296738?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/111946270987296738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=111946270987296738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111946270987296738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111946270987296738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/06/butts-return.html' title='The butts return...'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-111924498025282950</id><published>2005-06-19T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T22:26:22.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The blues, the greens, and the pinks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IN A HOUSE SOMEWHERE IN SS2:&lt;/strong&gt; It is sadly reported that one of our beloved, weird, wacky, nonsensical, ferocious, funny (currently not), rubbishy bloggers is &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;down with a syndrome&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; syndrome&lt;/span&gt;. This syndrome makes the sufferer of it see everything that's happening around her in a blue way. Researchers couldn't find the source of this &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;blue-ness&lt;/span&gt; and can only blame it on P-M-S. Though other reasons that contribute to it may be the heat of the day, lunch being yucky that certain day, and irritation caused by a few someone-s (*names not mentioned to protect to privacy of those certain someone-s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors and pyscologists have been searching for a cure that can cure this desease. Some of the remedies found are - &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt; (which the Tee household lacks of), &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;cooler weather&lt;/span&gt; (for this bloggers case), some other people to cheer her up (also lacking, actually, none at the moment), a good lunch, some silly soap opera (not showing yet), and venting all her emotions on a blog. Thankfully, one of the remedies has been proved useful. The blogger is now releasing her &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;blues&lt;/span&gt; onto a blog and found it comforting. The blogger thanks those non-existing doctors and pyscologists (the blogger herself thought of the remedies) for helping her overcome her &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;blues&lt;/span&gt;. She now see her world like normal (in &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more thing. The only time this certain blogger sees her world in &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; is when she is sick, hears something really disgusting, and when she see lots of&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; green&lt;/span&gt; trees (of course! I mean, trees are &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; aren't they???).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-111924498025282950?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/111924498025282950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=111924498025282950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111924498025282950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111924498025282950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/06/blues-greens-and-pinks.html' title='The blues, the greens, and the pinks...'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-111910166646102234</id><published>2005-06-18T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T06:34:26.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no!</title><content type='html'>ok. i have just found out to my horror, that the current blog i'm sharing w mei yii now, has my profile in it. which in turn have my new bloggie addy. so in the interest of my personal safety(from my parents) i have deleted some posts. bt here's like what i have deemed as ok. n i have already, like how to say r? erm... censored some stuff. lots of posts have been deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:PMONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yea!!! i finally went to curve!!! hehe. my first time there. wanted to go there ever since the killng. :P bt kinda boring there. no nice clothes aso... like, so many empty shops...missed coll today. hehe. i didnt mean to! u knoe, i have a special technique of waking up. i sleep in a 2x decker bed. n i put my hp at the dressin table. then normally, once my alarm rings, i will faster clim down to turn it off. the climb down normally makes me awake. my maid cant wake me up. her voice got so irritating when wakin me up (like cryin like dt..) so i tuned it off. nw she cant wake me up at all... bt then, this time i put my hp beside me cs i didnt want my alarm to wake popo n ku po. unfortunately... when it was beside me, i jst click it off when it rings... hehe....got so screwed for not goin today.... cos yesterday dad n mom kept askin me wt time's my cls. told them it was at 8-12... haih... the perils of a teenager...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jst came back from ampang. ate k food again. it was DEEE-LISH!!! yum yum!!! expensive. bt nice! :P then as is our tradition, we went to the k-mart aso. bought lotsa junks. :D on the way there, it was quite squeezy cos 8 of us in the car. lois, me n joy sat at the back. poor joy. first she was stuck btwn 2 chairs w a hole in the middle. then she sat on this thin armrest cos loois wouldnt let her sit on her. hehe. we kept pushing her around. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's an interview extract from joy's butt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reporter: so tell me, miss buttt, how was the whole trip there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ms butt: one word. HORRIBLE!!! ugh! first, my mistress made put me on this hard bench that her dad bought from a car shop. it was a wooden plank. all three of my mistrss n her sis had to sit on it. thankfuly my mistress's sisters found it a pain in the butt so they moved it down. bt not before puttin me on it for 20 mins. oh! the agony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; reporter: oh! u poor thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms. butt: yeah... then i was pushed around by my mistress's sisters. first, my butt was stuck in btwn the 2 chairs. had a hard time comin out of it after my mistress finally decided she couldnt stand it. then lois, put me on this thin armrest that couldnt cover half of me. my poor mistress was half supportin herself on her legs n on me... then we changed places again. n again n again. each being more painful than the first. n u knoe the most horrid thing? the whole time there, my mistress was tooo busy laughin w her sisters to care bout poor lil old me... ahh.. the perils oh a butt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reporter: i feel ur agony. thank u for sharing with us. it must be hard to say it all out. i knoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ms. butt: yes. it was hard. i think i need to see a butt psychologist after this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reporter: n there u have it, butts around the world. the perils of a butt of a horrible person named JOY. this is reporter butt from butt news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; p.s. ms butt was so traumatised by thie ordeal, she had to go for counselin for 6 yrs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-111910166646102234?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/111910166646102234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=111910166646102234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111910166646102234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111910166646102234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-no.html' title='oh no!'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-111893715046737792</id><published>2005-06-16T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T09:09:22.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Paging for lieRn, paging for lieRn*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BLOG WORLD&lt;/span&gt;: our special guest star - lieRn, is missing in action. Her blogger-mates have been searching for her high and low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Blogger Mei Yii&lt;/span&gt;: I've tried so many places! *pulls hair* I even tried finding for her in the fridge. I mean... If she's not there, where else can she BE? That was seriously the last resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Blogger Hui Yii&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah... Our darling cousin was never missing before. Has anyone abducted her or something? I saw some flying saucer thing yesterday in the field. Then again... It could have been penguins or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Blogger Poz&lt;/span&gt;: Huh? Who's lieRn? Ohhh... Her. :P *heh heh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;B. Mei Yii&lt;/span&gt;: Aiseh man, I think she went to the toilet and got flushed down it! If she doesn't appear anytime soon on this blog... Heh heh heh... *rubs hands* I'm going to tell everyone what happened in your room when we helped unpack your stuff when you first moved into you current house...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From worrying to bribing... &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;What has become of lieRn's cousin's?&lt;/span&gt; Find out more as we tune into Discovorary channel to continue the search of the mysterious disappearance of lieRn. People out there, DON'T WORRY as we will keep our bases covered. Such as penguin habitats, the bear cage in the zoo, the Sahara desert and all. Stay tuned! Don't stop searching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hey&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;colours&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;colourful&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..... Where's JAY CHOU???!!! :P:P:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the very first visitor here you know... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put up a taggie here ler. More convienient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH... I need some ilham for pastor's b'day! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Any suggestions???&lt;/span&gt; You know you do. You just have to think... :P What does your dad like ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Question of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Is laughing or crying a better cure for unhappiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;:D:D:D COMMENTS PLEASE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-111893715046737792?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/111893715046737792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=111893715046737792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111893715046737792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111893715046737792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/06/paging-for-liern-paging-for-liern.html' title='*Paging for lieRn, paging for lieRn*'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-111890504103919689</id><published>2005-06-15T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T10:25:13.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grand opening!</title><content type='html'>LADIES N GENTLEMEN! START YOUR ENGINES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for the Amazing! Ferocious! Far-out! Fantastic! Supreme! Delectable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLEHS, BLAHS, N BLOGGERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea!!!!!!!!!!!!! *clap* *clap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;where we always get our reads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing reads at amazingly low prices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;only 3 laughs per read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alreight man!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;GET IT B4 it's GONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;featuring.... our in-house writers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the absolutely Gorgeous &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tee Mei Yii&lt;/span&gt; and the absolutely Big-Mouthed n Pretty n Humorous n all around *&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;the word has been taken out due to the r-ratedness of this blog&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LYDIA YEE&lt;/span&gt;!!! (she gets more nice stuff cos she's the writer of this post. ) and presenting our newest addition..... the every so cute and adorable and sweet....deng deng deng... &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;MISS LI ERN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*clap* *clap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read now n u can enjoy these&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; benefits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughable reads*&lt;br /&gt;*a place to cry*&lt;br /&gt;*a place to make fun of the writers*&lt;br /&gt;*free plama tv*&lt;br /&gt;*free fridge*&lt;br /&gt;*a real life breathing.... JAY CHOU for every new reader- he can sing, dance yada yada*&lt;br /&gt;*peugeot 307 for the first 5 readers*&lt;br /&gt;*a fully furnished apartment in Mnt Kiara*&lt;br /&gt;and.... finally.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a credit card with unlimited limits!!!! yea!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what more can u ask? read us &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-111890504103919689?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/111890504103919689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=111890504103919689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111890504103919689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111890504103919689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/06/grand-opening.html' title='grand opening!'/><author><name>pozygal87</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468049825037557074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13695476.post-111884999726503575</id><published>2005-06-15T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T08:39:57.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning, Mei Yii created this blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AND HERE IT IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cheers for the founder of this blog! Hip hip HURRAY! Hip hip HURRAY!!! Hip HIP HURRAY~~!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... Got the honour of blogging the very first post here. Sorry for the very special, unique addy. :P Gimme a nicer name and I'll change it ler. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13695476-111884999726503575?l=erhm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/feeds/111884999726503575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13695476&amp;postID=111884999726503575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111884999726503575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13695476/posts/default/111884999726503575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erhm.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-beginning-mei-yii-created-this-blog.html' title='In the beginning, Mei Yii created this blog...'/><author><name>tmeiyii</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRCFyZH-KrI/TJatDUzco8I/AAAAAAAACVU/BXMWtjiCw6I/S220/lalang.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
