About Me

My name is…

*cue drum roll*

Ernest. I’m 19 as of this year, 2oo9. Which means I’m born on 1990. 12th April, to be precise. Seems like I really have a thing for numbers, what with all of em in the previous sentence, but no… i HATE numbers/maths.

So why did I include those numbers? Cuz I just wanna let ya know that 12th April is my birthday. I’m expecting presents. Lotsa expensive presents.

My passion lies in the English Language – both reading and writing. I’ve read hundreds of books. I’ve written hundreds of articles, short stories, poem and stuff as well.

Other things that have caught my interests are :

(caution, raging male hormones ahead)

computer games, chatting online and surfing the internet

BJ (no, not Blow Job, but Ben&Jerry) ice cream, starbucks, chocolates, cheesecake, cookies and all kinds of yummilicious food

pool and bowling, although I suck at them. My flying balls are testimony to that.

BOOBS!!!Books, manga and anime. Loads of them.

Music. It’s the communication of the soul. Any that gets me up on my feet, bringing tears to my eyes, or those that put me in the mood for sexlove.

The beach. Under a waterfall. Walking in the rain. Riding a cloud towards the rainbow. Borders. Kinokuniya. Other fantastic places (like boobie land).

Of course, not forgetting the most important one of all… chilling out on the sofa, a drink in hand and having a flirtatious/witty conversation with a pretty babe. Followed by a make out session. Then sex. Wild, passionate, hang-on-to-your-head-or-be-blown-away sex.

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Note : I’m slightly retarded, and my posts may be partially/completely fictional or completely true, but hey, it’s my blog. Don’t like what you see/read? Here’s a small exercise that helps LOADS.

Tilt your head to the right. Move your eyes to the top of the screen. See that cute white cross in the red box? Click that. Yes, move the mouse over. A little more to the left. Yeah, click. CLICK ! There, all done. That felt better, didn’t it?