<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:39:28.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterflies &amp; glitter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110433021361796272</id><published>2004-12-29T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T22:23:33.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>move along now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110433021361796272?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110433021361796272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110433021361796272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110433021361796272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110433021361796272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/12/move-along-now.html' title=''/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110349094467749997</id><published>2004-12-20T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T06:00:06.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm moving. this blog is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110349094467749997?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110349094467749997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110349094467749997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110349094467749997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110349094467749997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110329660346027182</id><published>2004-12-17T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T00:02:53.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i shouldn't while away my time while you ache</title><content type='html'>ARGH!!! GRRRR!! PFFFT!!! *stomps around* GAAHHHHHH!!! *strangles bolster* ARRGGGHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-after being sedated-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hate knowing that someone I hold close to my heart is extremely infuriated &amp; hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hate being unable to form anything close to comforting with my words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hate not being able to do anything to make her feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hate the feeling of knowing I cannot do anything to make the pain go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hate feeling helpless. I hate feeling useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its aggravating to realise one day that the advice you've been giving someone has just been disregarded. It hurts knowing there is &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; you can do but wait for the other to realise his/her fallacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then again it isn't upon my shoulders to make the person feel all better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And it isn't really up to me to decide what's wrong &amp;amp; right is it? It isn't for me to dictate either what the person should or shouldn't do because of what I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I care you see&lt;/strong&gt;. I genuinely do. But if only that were enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you probably won't know it's you i'm talking about. it's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110329660346027182?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110329660346027182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110329660346027182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110329660346027182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110329660346027182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-shouldnt-while-away-my-time-while.html' title='i shouldn&apos;t while away my time while you ache'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110304076840049063</id><published>2004-12-14T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T00:12:48.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe one more</title><content type='html'>My brain's been snoozing since last December &amp; I haven't been doing much reflection &amp; such for the last few months. My brain activity has been so stagnant that lately, whenever I come across an issue or a schoolwork related problem, I close my eyes &amp; try as hard as possible to stop thinking about it. It is quite unfortunate so I'm trying my darnest to change, to work the brain cells more. I need to work so much harder for this semester. Apparently its quite slack. All the more I shouldn't score Cs &amp; Ds right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed how you cannot watch a single movie anymore without thinking of "wide angle", "wide lens", "telephoto lens", "pan left, pan right, tilt up, tilt down" etc? Quite infuriating isn't it? Grrr... Yes that allows the brain to do some thinking, but, how on earth am I going to enjoy a movie when all I'll be doing half the time is recalling the terms for the angles &amp; such?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, the lecture this morning was quite bull. In true fact, we had no lecturer for that module. The other lecturers couldn't find a replacement until this morning at 7:45am when they saw her at the carpark outside LT78. She apparently was sending her son to school, who was having a lecture at 8am at LT76. Bestowing upon her the title of "Lecturer" with a whip of a yellow lanyard, she strutted into class with fictitious stories to impress us, which sadly, backfired after "you matters".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine. I am THAT bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110304076840049063?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110304076840049063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110304076840049063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110304076840049063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110304076840049063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/12/maybe-one-more.html' title='maybe one more'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110293708985709008</id><published>2004-12-13T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T19:24:49.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe</title><content type='html'>maybe i should stop blogging. my posts are kinda pointless. ah well. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;response isnt too good for secret santa. its suppose to happen over a period of a few days but that's too much. it'll be fun fun fun! syed's gonna be, erm, santa. no one will know who gave who what unless you want to tell. please please please go along with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110293708985709008?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110293708985709008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110293708985709008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110293708985709008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110293708985709008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/12/maybe.html' title='maybe'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110279155280893467</id><published>2004-12-11T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T03:01:01.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated To The Beautiful-est Girl I Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;* Happy Birthday Sexayyee *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/jie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110279155280893467?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110279155280893467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110279155280893467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110279155280893467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110279155280893467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/12/dedicated-to-beautiful-est-girl-i-know.html' title='Dedicated To The Beautiful-est Girl I Know'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110274091400294904</id><published>2004-12-11T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T12:55:14.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>A week of school has passed. Fast right? I'm still so stuck in the holiday mood I often forget there's school the next day. I have to get used to going home early. I have to get used to maybe not even going out at all! *gasp* Oh the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here're our assignments/ homework for the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;1) Speech com: 2min speech&lt;br /&gt;2) MedSoc: pending methinks. i dont see any material on mel&lt;br /&gt;3) LocVid: the index cards we need a picture for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i miss anything out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; what do you all think of having having a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;secret santa&lt;/span&gt; thing for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? We all pick a name from a box &amp; we get that person something for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Want? Want? Doesn't have to be anything pricey or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;*never felt like this before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;15 days to Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110274091400294904?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110274091400294904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110274091400294904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110274091400294904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110274091400294904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/12/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110235372733475407</id><published>2004-12-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T01:22:07.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>The first day of school was alright. Untaxing much- compared to last semester's Mondays though like last semester, I'm not very contented with the seating arrangement. Thank goodness its only an hour right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved seeing all my classmates again (*hugs* all!). I wanted to blog last week about how I wasn't looking forward to school as much, compared to my sentiments at the beginning of the holidays. I've gotten so used to staying up till4am in the morning (hence the bad skin. tsktsk), staying out till past 12midnight a few times a week, and being in the presence of people I love &amp; enjoy being with anytime &amp;amp; for as long as we wanted without caring about having to wake up early the next day for class (phew!) Not that I didn't miss the others I didn't see at all during the holiday. I was still looking forward to school today because I knew that everyone (or most) would be excited to see one another, &amp; everyone would be greeted by smiles &amp;amp; even hugs if we were lucky. I was most fortunate to receive hugs =) wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I'm looking forward to Tutorials for more class-bonding. Maybe someday, we'll have lunch altogether with almost the entire class, like that time we were all at Al-Ameen =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thank you everyone for your comments =) Very very much appreciated! Hi to new visitors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;(&amp;amp; no Ian, my sister will not have you. She'd rather walk through a wet market than spend her hours listening to why an iPod is superior to the Creative Zen player.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110235372733475407?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110235372733475407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110235372733475407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110235372733475407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110235372733475407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-been-awhile.html' title='it&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110191687085879449</id><published>2004-12-01T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T00:01:10.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Found out 4 things about my sister today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; she doesn't mind spending on me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; she doesn't like homosexuals &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(uh-oh),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt; she can switch from looking like a minah to looking like an ah lian at the drop of a hat, or rather, a hair clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt; she smokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:&lt;/strong&gt; She kept asking "Do you want it or not?" or "How about this?" or "Do you like that?" when we were in town today. We rarely go out, just the two of us. See we aren't exactly close. She's always been the rebellious one- the kind of person my mum warns me to stay away from. She's seldom at home, &amp; when she is, she's either in front of the computer or sleeping. So this is definitely one of the better days I've spent with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:&lt;/strong&gt; We saw this homosexual couple in front of us holding hands. She went, "What's wrong with some people?" And I thought of telling her today that I had a girlfriend. She used to be ok with gays &amp;amp; lesbians. I suppose she's been influenced or something. She used to go "So? They're humans too what." You think she'll kill me if she finds out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:&lt;/strong&gt; We were in the changing room &amp; she suddenly exclaimed, "Eh, I look like a minah ah, with my hair tied, my fringe like that &amp;amp; my huge hoop earrings?" She removed her hair clip and voila!, ah lian alert. We had a good laugh in the changing room. I think we were in there for 20 minutes. The guy outside had to ask if we needed help or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:&lt;/strong&gt; This one I've always suspected. I think she's got 5 lighters in her clothes closet. (No, its not a ploy to burn her old clothes.) &amp; she often reeked of smoke when she came home. Me in denial would reason with the voice inside my head that it was her friends who smoked hence the stench on her clothes. Anihoo, today she went "I've got a confession to make..." And she told me. I was pretty emotionless. I just said "Oh I kinda suspected already.. blah.. blah.. blah.." I won't tell my mom like she asked. At that point I was about to blurt &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; secret out to her. But after seeing her reaction earlier, I bit my tongue. Someday I'll tell her. That's if she doesn't find out before I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister wanted to bring me to Zouk before we went home. "Outside only. Just to show you how it looks like." My sister isn't like an onion with many layers. She's just a little kuku sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I introduced my sister to you? Everyone, meet Marian. She's turning 20 in less than 2 weeks &amp; is currently swinging single. Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC02204bleahresize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; ta-da..! ya la ya la very pretty la... you now see the root of my inferiority &amp;amp; insecurity. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110191687085879449?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110191687085879449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110191687085879449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110191687085879449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110191687085879449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/12/jie.html' title='Jie'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110188607741058488</id><published>2004-12-01T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T23:17:08.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iloveyou</title><content type='html'>The 3 most over-used words after "how are you". I look at my past relationships and wonder if I really meant it when those words were said. Then, I'd have thought that I did. That with all my heart, I meant it every time I said it. &amp;amp; that everytime they said it to me, they meant it too. I'd like to think that I genuinely loved but who's to know if i did or did not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it has to be used sparingly between lovers so that its meaning wouldn't be lost. You think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Despite all that, those three words have never been more special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110188607741058488?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110188607741058488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110188607741058488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110188607741058488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110188607741058488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/12/iloveyou.html' title='iloveyou'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110172465016937848</id><published>2004-11-29T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T18:40:04.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FIONA'S BACK!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(now go update your blog and tell us alll about your holiday in India)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110172465016937848?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110172465016937848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110172465016937848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110172465016937848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110172465016937848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/fionas-back-wheeeeeeeeenow-go-update.html' title=''/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110171852157101539</id><published>2004-11-29T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T18:02:01.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talky talky</title><content type='html'>bored at 1am in the morning, i cleared the dust that had happily sat itself onto my shelves in a period 5 months. i got a little sentimental as i dusted the little figurines and bottles i'd collected since primary school. i've this little couple bear sitting &amp; hugging each other. got that in primary 5 i think for a schoolmate and this bitch then who betrayed me afterwards. i should get rid of that huh? think i will... then i found this box of folded hearts given by my classmate in primary 5 i think. the folded cranes were also from him... sweet, &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC04205resize.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC04211resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo look! my polly pocket mansion! i don't remember who gave this to me but i loved playing with it. it has a ballroom, a gym, a greenhouse, a pool &amp; other neat stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC04225resize.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC04215resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty aye? jealous? jealous? you can come over and play with it if you want... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept after that. i've still got lots to clean before school starts. ya la.. the ultimate procrastinator. could've done this when school just ended but noooo... i had to leave it to the last week. sometimes when you've got too much time, you just don't want to do anything useful &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cleaned my windows today. or one half of it. blinds are a bitch to clean. window grilles also. maybe i should get curtains. i need my windows covered. otherwise the whole other side of the block can see me dress. my block's shaped like a "U" see. anihoo... now i'm onto vaccuming. i love vacuuming. don't you just love vacuuming? ahh, the neat freak in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110171852157101539?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110171852157101539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110171852157101539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110171852157101539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110171852157101539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/talky-talky.html' title='talky talky'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110165270405503379</id><published>2004-11-28T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T23:03:09.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>issues</title><content type='html'>I'll start by whining about my weight again. It's been a good 42 days since school ended &amp; I've gained more over that period than the last 3 years. Pffft.. You know how frustrating that is??!?! &amp;amp; of course it didnt help that my bamboo stick of a sister kept stuffing me with food all day today. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, maybe sports&amp;wellness in the new semester will get me back to my old weight. I'm still deciding... Out of 15 choices, only 2 interest me. Dancesports or the rope course thing. The latter wont do me much good in getting the flab off... But odds are, I'd go for that one. I like the adrenaline rush la. &amp;amp; i'm all alone anyway. No partner to dance with =( *cue smpathy tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who haven't decided either, these are the 15 options:&lt;br /&gt;1) swimming&lt;br /&gt;2) life saving&lt;br /&gt;3) indoor hockey&lt;br /&gt;4) soccer [if i were still in sec4 i'd take this up]&lt;br /&gt;5) basketball&lt;br /&gt;6) volleyball&lt;br /&gt;7) badminton&lt;br /&gt;8) fitness &amp; conditioning with napfa testers certification&lt;br /&gt;9) softball&lt;br /&gt;10) aerobics&lt;br /&gt;11) netball&lt;br /&gt;12) fitness and conditioning&lt;br /&gt;13) adventure rope course&lt;br /&gt;14) tennis&lt;br /&gt;15) dancesports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was with Az 3 consecutive days last week- Thursday, Friday &amp;amp; Saturday. Before that, I saw her last saturday at virgin suicides, spent the night with her Sunday night (*grins*), and were inseparable until 5-ish the next day. Heaven on earth? Yup- right by her side. Or in front of her, or behind her, whatever. As long as i can touch her (Oei! Her hands laa). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bumped into old friends when I was with her... No wait, saw. I didn't say hi. I'm not really the kind to acknowledge people I've never been close to. Fine, deem me unfriendly. Sometimes the situation just isn't.. very comfortable. &amp; i was holding Az's hand... It isnt very easy to explain you know (yes some of the people i know don't have very open minds), considering they've never seen me without a boy by my side the last 4 years. I sometimes wonder how they'd react. &amp;amp; I do wonder what you, dear readers of my aimless writing, think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just in case you want me to say it, &lt;strong&gt;I am happy &amp;amp; above the clouds. &lt;/strong&gt;I'm lucky she was gutsy to know me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're so beautiful, I'm sorry I couldn't stop staring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110165270405503379?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110165270405503379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110165270405503379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110165270405503379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110165270405503379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/issues.html' title='issues'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110132674042004081</id><published>2004-11-25T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T04:11:47.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my day at a glance</title><content type='html'>went out with mommy dearest. was relieved because she wasn't really talking to me after spending two nights out of the house. we went to look for christmas decorations at bugis. yup, my mum has the christmas tree out. out, but not yet set up. she'll probably stick to the usual gold and red colours. my sister and i occasionally stick things in just for kicks. last year i stuck a pretty blue glittery flower in between the branches. i don't remember what else i put in but mommy wasn't amused. last year's family photo was ugly, that's what i remember best. oh well. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anihoos, i'm contemplating getting a reindeer-ears hairband. whaddayathink? something different from the usual santa clause hat right? i thought i was cute. i got myself some pretty stars. don't know where to put them yet though. my room's a jungle. i've got things hanging from the ceiling, though thankfully, unlike vines. more like fruits hanging form a tree branch but can't reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so this post is more boring than usual. i'm sorry laaa... kinda boring looking at my blog the entire day [i still have no life... =( ] and nothing changes. hmmm. oh welllll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any suggestions as to what kind of photos i should put up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes naddy you're famous as long as people keep reading my blog yaa? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110132674042004081?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110132674042004081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110132674042004081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110132674042004081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110132674042004081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-day-at-glance.html' title='my day at a glance'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110124225287336823</id><published>2004-11-24T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T04:38:34.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look ---&gt;</title><content type='html'>ok so i've finally got that done. been wanting to do it for ages but couldn't find the time. i've got the most recent pictures there. &amp; you've probably seen them before... i'm still deciding whether i should put in older photos as well. i've got only 23 photos, 21 if you ignore the last 2.. heh. i'll probably change it and have a scroll-bar in when there are too many pictures. i like it like that at the moment. enjoy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- something feels different. i don't know what it is but it makes me happy. ooo &amp;amp; thank you everyone for commenting !! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110124225287336823?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110124225287336823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110124225287336823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110124225287336823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110124225287336823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/look.html' title='look ---&gt;'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110102259208932616</id><published>2004-11-21T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T18:48:34.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin Suicides</title><content type='html'>pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/nadkesh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nad &amp; kesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/group1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/group2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mcmers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full update on &lt;a href="http://lotsaspunk.diaryland.com"&gt;isaac's blog.&lt;/a&gt; interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i'm not giving much information about VS. was away most of the time. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keshia i'm happy you came. your hair's beautiful. its still pretty striking =) melikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isaac thanks for the cheeseballs :) no ciggy + jim beam ever again alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syed &amp; i went over at nad's place to sleep after VS. we left costa sans at around 12:30am. have i mentioned how gorgeous her house is? we took lots of pictures, ate chips, marshmallows, and lil cake thingys and talked about random things. hahaha. it was niiicee. we were ready to sleep at around 3... then decided to watch scary movie 3.. i never get sick of it. watched it countless times already. but what was funnier was syed. nad &amp; i were more amused by syed's amusement than the movie. hee. we ended up sleeping at 5-ish in the living room. woke up around 8. nad was still asleep-looking very glam, whilst syed was on the computer again. we had breakfast in the garden. i tell you its like living the lifestyle of the rich &amp; famous. soooo nice.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/syedmenad.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo &amp; we saw taufik and sylvester before going for VS... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/taufik.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooopsies... THIS is sylvester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/sylvester.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110102259208932616?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110102259208932616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110102259208932616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110102259208932616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110102259208932616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/virgin-suicides.html' title='Virgin Suicides'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110085946724075385</id><published>2004-11-19T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T22:15:05.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>saw my new timetable. i don't like it. t106 is now t101- unless they're gonna change that later on. don'treally like it either. and i don't have harvey. zixin, i'm jealous. at the moment my tuesdays &amp; fridays commence at 8am. thursday is no-school-day but we all know that's a good thing when the assignments start piling up. until then i think i'll miss going to school everyday when the semester starts. latest classes end at 5 - no big. ooo &amp;amp; class on friday ends at 1pm. early start for the weekend.. goodie! wednesday's still IS day. blahblahblah... who's taking what for IS? i still don't know what i want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. all who are going for VS say "i"&lt;br /&gt;2. who else are in t08 &amp; p44 for IS? i dont think there's anyone i know in the class :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110085946724075385?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110085946724075385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110085946724075385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110085946724075385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110085946724075385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110078696293819057</id><published>2004-11-18T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T23:04:28.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just 3 things</title><content type='html'>have i mentioned that my darling's the sweetest? let me reiterate. she's the sweetest. she came all the way from sengkang to give me a pretty sunflower and a cuddly winnie the pooh bear to cheer me up. ahh yes, my first winnie the pooh bear in 8 months... but that's besides the point. see, she barely slept when she got home this morning &amp; when she finally got to lay in bed, her mom kept bugging her. maybe that was why she decided to get out of the house. heh. anihoos... thank you &amp;amp; i really appreciate it. all i needed was to see you really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling better after ranting last night, thank you. not the best choice of words put there but, yup, it was about time i got that off my (flat) chest. she's nice if she wants to be la. which is probably 2hours of a day &amp; if you're not with her then, just too bad... matter put to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never ever blogged about singapore idol but i've to say this. when olinda sang her first song, the image of fairy godmother from shrek2 entered my mind. hahahahaha. ok, no offence. she did good today. taufik? *swoon* &amp;amp; i love sylvester's smile. look at 'em dimples!! *swoon swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm the only one who feels this but i find it mighty annoying that people read my blog and never leave a tag. i know they're online for the whole world to see, and i don't mind people reading my worthless rants, but can't people leave freaking tags to say that they were on your page? its so simple. type name, then message. when you come across people you don't really know, faithfully following your blog, its just damned creepy... &amp; infuriating (to me). grrr. ya la ya la i don't have a tagboard now but not like i've never had one! piss off!&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit la. someone explain why i'm so angsty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110078696293819057?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110078696293819057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110078696293819057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110078696293819057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110078696293819057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-3-things.html' title='just 3 things'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110075028725935737</id><published>2004-11-18T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T11:58:07.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new layout. ok so its simple. much simpler compared to the previous one. but i like it. so boo to you if you don't. heh. i'll probably add a tagboard eventually. and links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems the majority of the class aren't interested in virgin suicides. *shrugs* oh well. i'll still be there. hovering over the bbq pit. stabbing furiously at the chicken wings for who knows what reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110075028725935737?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110075028725935737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110075028725935737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110075028725935737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110075028725935737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110071213703665675</id><published>2004-11-18T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T01:22:17.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not saying she's never nice. but i've had enough. who the fuck does she think she is? i've never been this mad at my sister before. she's fucking annoying. she thinks the world fucking revolves around her glamorous self. bite me. so what if she's older? doesn't mean i've to give in all the time. doesn't mean i've to give in at all. it's not as if she does anything for me. i, on the other hand, do almost all her fucking bidding. why? because i'm the nice little sister who doesn't have her own damned mind; who's like a fucking puppet who does whatever she is fucking told to do; who has to depend on her elder sister to look after her. &amp; it isn't as if she very dependable. she waltzes into my room being all nice and shit. why? she wants something done. she needs a favour. fuck. i need to cry. will i even post this? i don't know. if i do i'll probably regret it later.&lt;br /&gt;because i'll care about her stupid feelings. because i always place myself second. because i know mommy &amp;amp; daddy will want us to get along. because i don't want to my mom to be upset. fuck it. tonight i come first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110071213703665675?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110071213703665675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110071213703665675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110071213703665675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110071213703665675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-not-saying-shes-never-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110065947576531044</id><published>2004-11-17T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T12:47:10.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>booo</title><content type='html'>why isnt my page loading totally? huh? huh? huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mommy's playing christmas songs already... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'sonly 10. im going back to sleep. *fluffs pillow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i miss you darling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110065947576531044?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110065947576531044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110065947576531044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110065947576531044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110065947576531044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/booo.html' title='booo'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110037904535432550</id><published>2004-11-14T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T23:05:32.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad move</title><content type='html'>you know how sometimes your fingers get itchy, and you start going around the world wide web finding stuff to read about people you know, people you would like to know, people you knew, people you like, people you don't like, etc.? the feeling isn't very good after that is it? &lt;strong&gt;curiosity &amp;amp; boredom screw people up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to sleep. waking up in 5 hours for church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo stacey orrico's 'i promise' on the radio. been awhile eh? melikes. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(by the way, perfect10 plays better songs after 3am. this i should know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I be there when you call me in the middle of the night?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I keep the rain from falling down into your light?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise, I promise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise I will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo kylie's 'love at first sight'.... i had that on replay in my md for weeks after i first heard it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110037904535432550?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110037904535432550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110037904535432550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110037904535432550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110037904535432550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/bad-move.html' title='bad move'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110028799032912689</id><published>2004-11-13T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T03:43:11.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iced lemon tea, fries &amp; clam chowder</title><content type='html'>ok so i didnt stay home to mope. instead i went out.. and took happy pictures =) i'm gonna be happy and enjoy the rest of the holidays. even if it means missing the party next saturday for comfort food &amp;amp; girly movies (this is in case you, dear naddy, can't come. then i'm coming over to your house.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell meeee t106, are you going for virgin suicides?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110028799032912689?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110028799032912689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110028799032912689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110028799032912689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110028799032912689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/iced-lemon-tea-fries-clam-chowder.html' title='iced lemon tea, fries &amp; clam chowder'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110022482576003701</id><published>2004-11-12T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T10:07:25.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examination Results (June Semester 2004) </title><content type='html'>bad grades. atrocious grades. fucking repulsive grades. a dreadful &amp; &lt;em&gt;highly&lt;/em&gt; unglam row of "very good(s)", "good(s)" &amp;amp; "pass(es)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; silver lining? i dont have to repeat any of the modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep staring at the damned page. yes i know the letters wont change by me staring at them. i want &lt;em&gt;"ghostwriter" &lt;/em&gt;to change them for me&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; remember him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm staying home to mope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110022482576003701?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110022482576003701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110022482576003701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110022482576003701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110022482576003701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/examination-results-june-semester-2004.html' title='Examination Results (June Semester 2004) '/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110019598322308123</id><published>2004-11-12T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T02:03:31.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just need to say this</title><content type='html'>you dont not message a person for weeks and then all of a sudden IM her "&lt;em&gt;babe...&lt;/em&gt;". especially not after you tell her "give me your blog address. i'll see if its worth a read." its &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; blog you dickhead. you dont even know me enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/stab.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die bastard! die!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110019598322308123?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110019598322308123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110019598322308123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110019598322308123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110019598322308123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-just-need-to-say-this.html' title='i just need to say this'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110022644301348667</id><published>2004-11-12T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T10:29:23.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't believe i forgot about this... she left this morning... early morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*~ ENJOY YOUR HOLIDAY FIONA ~*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COME BACK SOOOOOON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(damn. i miss her already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110022644301348667?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/110022644301348667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=110022644301348667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110022644301348667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/110022644301348667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/cant-believe-i-forgot-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-110012188739679439</id><published>2004-11-11T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T05:33:43.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday &amp; wednesday</title><content type='html'>This was my Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her at orchard &amp; was late as usual (I'm so sorry.. I really am...) she fell asleep waiting for me. eeep. We ate at the burger king at far east. Rather, she ate and I drank. What to do? I had 4 slices of raisin bread (yummers!) and a huge cup of milo for lunch. Left and decided 4min later to go to geylang just for kicks. She was gonna go minah-watching, &amp;amp; me mat-watching. Disappointing much, really. Naddy came awhile after to look for a kebaya. There was this really gorgeous one but it was too big and the rest she tried on just wouldn't close where its suppose to. Heh. Gave up searching and headed near joo chiat centre (?) and had murtabak. yum yum. Apparently the guy making the pratas has a thing for Nad. Good thing waaat… &amp; that was when my darling's eye started to hurt. I hope I didn't pass anything to you... Went home after and it was one of the trips home to savour because we rarely get to go back together us living in separate ends of the country &amp;amp; all. Wafting in the highly aromatic scent of murtabak/prata on our clothes, we nestled in each other's arms, not looking forward to reaching my stop. I missed her more that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched princess diaries 2 with her today. Yes, I know. About time. The downer? Cringed during some scenes because they were so corny &amp; unnecessary. Or maybe it's just me. Watch it &amp;amp; tell me watcha think ok? Its such a happy happy movie. (or it could be because I was with her... waiting for her to burp stinky cheese). Not that happy is a bad thing. I do love Mia's dresses... and cutesy Nicholas Devereaux (aka Chris Pine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cavorted around town for abit after... Pretty late already but the city never sleeps right? Miss Scrooge couldn't enjoy the lights along orchard road. Something about Deepavali &amp; Hari Raya *feigning ignorance* Been to the malls around town &amp;amp; tangs are selling the prettiest Christmas decor. K, maybe not. I like the decorated light bulbs. You see for yourself. They're on the fourth floor. They've the most alluring decor outside also... Very pretty lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home later than late again. Mummy wasn't too pleased. I just sat &amp;amp; listened like the obedient girl that I am. They tend to nag less when you do that. Plus, they don't get very mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Deepavali everyone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;serene: babe you're not the only one feeling lazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;shin: eating less is... impossible :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;syeeed: yes easy to load. why? because you've got very few entries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;phenoiz: its your music laa.. nice music but irritating with the pop ups also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;beni: i'll try to commit. i'm &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;bad at anything to do with meetings like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-110012188739679439?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109993252497947079</id><published>2004-11-09T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T03:14:37.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weight</title><content type='html'>weight: my current obsession. not that it's never been an issue... i've been trying to cut down on my food intake alot. but with a kitchen that's never scarce of good munchies, or munchies for that matter, i've just been eating more. i might be in serious need of a whole new wardrobe by the time school starts [which is in about a month. &lt;em&gt;wheee&lt;/em&gt;], which might be a very good thing but not when i'll need to get my clothes a size bigger than before. oh the horrors of a school break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;s y e d: your blog takes &lt;strong&gt;ages&lt;/strong&gt; to load and i'm not the most patient person around. anihoos... i'm just looking forward to the food during hari raya. heh. i'm linking you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;jenny: lucky yoo... aint babe just the most adorable thing ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109993252497947079?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109993252497947079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109993252497947079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109993252497947079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109993252497947079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/weight.html' title='weight'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109976084546309575</id><published>2004-11-07T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T03:36:01.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>babe</title><content type='html'>i love babe. like, really. i love the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If I had words to make a day for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd sing you a morning, golden and new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would make this day last for all time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give you a night dipped in moon shine"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/babebc4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[edit]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at 3:17am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* says:&lt;br /&gt;not slping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fish on my bed says: (this is me)&lt;br /&gt;no i'm actually sleeping but i've learnt how to type while asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;* says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asfkhndsajufhblaf!!!! really. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109976084546309575?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109976084546309575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109976084546309575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109976084546309575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109976084546309575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/babe.html' title='babe'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109972342403814447</id><published>2004-11-06T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T14:43:44.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the random post</title><content type='html'>went to lil india last night after towning with me folks. only consolation was getting henna done on my ankle. a lil weird looking bt at least its faint.&lt;br /&gt;bought a little shawl thingy in town and couldnt find it 10min after we came back home. found it again after much rummaging.. in the fridge. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've gained a good 3kg since school ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you see yourself with the same person still together in the next ten years, is that love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping at 5am has given me really bad skin. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to shop. pray tell, where can i find pretty shoes  &amp;amp; skirts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109972342403814447?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109972342403814447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109972342403814447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109972342403814447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109972342403814447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/random-post.html' title='the random post'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109950557220126881</id><published>2004-11-04T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T02:12:52.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lil note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY FEEOONNAAAA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I LOOVEEE YOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(hugs &amp; kisses)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;+ - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I'LL MISS YOU KESHIA :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;HAVE TONS OF FUN AT GOLD COAST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;(you're one of the luckiest girls in the world)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109950557220126881?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109950557220126881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109950557220126881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109950557220126881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109950557220126881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/lil-note_04.html' title='a lil note'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109941833683527970</id><published>2004-11-02T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T01:58:56.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's the sweetest thing</title><content type='html'>watched shark tale this evening with her. dont ask me why she wanted to watch the movie so badly. i know i'm mad to say this but it must be one of the best evenings i've spent with her. and it wasnt just because of the movie. it felt exceptionally pleasant sittting there with her arms around me. it was so cute the way she was tickled by the littlest things in the movie... this'll sound really foolish but i love her laugh. its just.... &lt;em&gt;sigh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the rest of you, no need to get all paranoid. its only her i like. her. her. her. so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109941833683527970?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109941833683527970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109941833683527970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109941833683527970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109941833683527970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/11/shes-sweetest-thing.html' title='she&apos;s the sweetest thing'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109922871032554023</id><published>2004-10-31T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T21:27:26.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll miss you jonathan</title><content type='html'>i gave the movie with my parents last night a miss and stayed for jonathan's farewell party. good choice i say. surrounding myself with my dear classmates and of course good food, all in all it was a really happy evening :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;see fer yerself =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC03605edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syed &amp; yihan with the chicken wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC03606edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ming &amp;amp; shawn. thanks for everything ming :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC03614edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/bbq-grp1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee (that's jon behind syed's hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC03623edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the foodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC03627edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian's marshmallow man, jerome (he named it himself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC03639edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jon rock balls" yes its supposed to be "rocks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC03654edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jon had to wait for ages cut his yummy cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC03656edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group shot! that's syed behind jon's hand if you can't see (you think its revenge?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC03658edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC03659edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Shots :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC03663edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC03664edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC03665edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;bittersweet aint it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109922871032554023?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109922871032554023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109922871032554023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109922871032554023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109922871032554023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/well-miss-you-jonathan.html' title='we&apos;ll miss you jonathan'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109899465611812660</id><published>2004-10-29T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T04:17:36.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh!!</title><content type='html'>argh!!! i just realised i'm having this "movie in the park" thing at fort canning with my family the same night of the bbq. argh!!!! -runs around frantically-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, i miss you miss bloaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109891488016372380</id><published>2004-10-28T06:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T06:08:00.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heh</title><content type='html'>its 6am and i havent slept a wink the entire night. biological clock is sccrreeewwedddd... now i hear dan &amp;amp; grace on the radio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109891488016372380?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109891488016372380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109891488016372380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109891488016372380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109891488016372380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/heh.html' title='heh'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109889559178016327</id><published>2004-10-28T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T02:00:17.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain rain</title><content type='html'>we're ok but i wont say its the last time. see what happens when you get people of opposite everything together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a life! today, i went out. without my mommy. hah! i met naddie at bugis and then we went for dinner. i was mistaken for a malay [no surprise there] and when i drank my sarsi some auntie decided that it was ok to eat already. heh. like naddie said, i almost made her whole day of fasting go to waste. hahaha. i should carry a sign. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to look for pretty things. could not resist and got a pair of earrings each. preeettyyy! show you next time. tried on a skirt, bumped my head really hard on the switchboard [like of all places to have your fitting room right?!] and now i've got an enormous bump on my head. i should sue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to bugis village, got bored and had fries [again] at ljs. i mean, there was nothing pretty to see and eating was the best way to pass time together. ate till we could barely move. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to bugis. entered through topman... nadiah got excited when she saw this man [i shall refrain from saying the "n" word] so i turned and saw him look at us. it wasnt as if i had a nicest expression on my face so i had to smile [nadiah this may be why.] i pretended to be interested in the tees on the wall and flipped through them for abit and then scampered off to the topshop side because all the while he was looking at us. he left when we left. he was walking behind us! scary right? tee with "dirty monkey likes hard bananas" [or something] caught my eye so i pulled nad to get a closer look. heh. righty-o. so guess what happened? he stopped like a metre away from us! feeling extremely uncomfortable and freaked out i grabbed naddy's finger and we zoomed all the way to the loo. he followed for abit but he was huge [think white chicks' black man] so i just assume he lost us somewhere near the jewellery section. ugh! mortifying! naddie liked it though. adrenaline rush eh? ha ha ha! and to think naddie just said "i'm getting bored of bugis already." ask and ye shall receive eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to geylang afterwards. was a tad worried because nad told me all these horror stories about walking through throngs of people, sweaty people, arm brushing against sweaty arms, shoes on toes etc... but i was raring to go by the time we escaped into the loo. we stepped out, cleared my throat, ready to scream when my toes got trodded upon. but! to my disappointment [yes, i was quite disappointed] the crowd wasnt at all like i imagined. sparse, i might say. boy watching was orite. some really really cute ones we saw *squeals* and then, there were not vey cute ones. heh. proud to say we &lt;strong&gt;graced&lt;/strong&gt; the entire stretch of geylang with our &lt;strong&gt;heels&lt;/strong&gt;. only thing we bought was food. ahh yes.. a day of pigging out. wheee... [i'm starving myself the next two days.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naddie's daddy sent me home... [did i mention how grateful i am naddie? i am i am!] rained cows and horses [it was really heavy rain okay!] on the way and i'm home &amp;amp; dry. wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109889559178016327?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109889559178016327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109889559178016327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109889559178016327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109889559178016327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/rain-rain.html' title='rain rain'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109879967133165573</id><published>2004-10-26T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T01:52:44.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*still beaming*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;before i begin updating you about my sad/mundane/monotonous/tamer-than-tame life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;thank you all who've been tagging my board (inc. anony). i feel much much better (and definitely less &lt;em&gt;a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;n&lt;strong&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;m&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;l&lt;/em&gt;.) -hug hug-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday, my mum, jie &amp; i sent my daddy off at the airport. he was going to germany this time. i was dying to go. i've always wanted to go with him on his business trips but i was too young or i had school. he got to travel alot more when jie &amp;amp; i were younger. he's been to switzerland, france, italy, etc... nice right? for the first time i could go with him but he said i'd just get bored because they're be going for this exhibition. i think i should've been more persuasive. who knows i might be giving away plastic rubbish bins &amp; containers when you meet me. heh. yup it was an exhibition about plastics &amp;amp; machines that could make them. methinks its interesting but my daddy would never believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anihoos he came back today bringing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;of chocolate and of course, being the glutton that i am, i could not resist sinking my chocolate-deprived teeth into this really pretty one. i know.. i'll continue my no-chocolates-for-a-week thing tomorrow... see why i said pretty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC03473resized.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it just so prettty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC03475resized.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its even got the pretty details on the chocolate!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/DSC03478resized.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum yum *rubs tum tum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope to see everyone on saturdaaay... i cant wait... i think i'm skipping the costume. else i'll come as a bum. (wouldnt that be pretty...?) no not the butt-bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-eve &amp; jon-&lt;/span&gt; let's hope there's a retest. or that we wont fail the module. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-keshia-&lt;/span&gt; i misss yooo more more more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-mabel-&lt;/span&gt; thanks alot :) really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-serene-&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;strong&gt;as&lt;/strong&gt; bimbotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-charmie-&lt;/span&gt; thank yoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-syed-&lt;/span&gt; sexy. unlike you. jealous right. i knew it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-beni-&lt;/span&gt; i like the photos as backgrounds in your bloggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-zhi-&lt;/span&gt; wheee you tagged! you're blog's nice laaa... your entries are interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-sue-&lt;/span&gt; cant wait to see ya on saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109879967133165573?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109879967133165573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109879967133165573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109879967133165573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109879967133165573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/still-beaming.html' title='*still beaming*'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109873779159942066</id><published>2004-10-26T04:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T04:56:31.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alrighty!</title><content type='html'>wheee! my very own layout!!! i am so proud of myself *beams* ok, so it may be nothing to some of you, but i bet you felt the same when you did your first layout yes? dont ask me about the colours... i like the weird combination. so sue me... or not...  this is what i've been staying up till 4am in the morning for. pretty? you better say it is. haha... i'll update in abit. -hugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109873779159942066?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109873779159942066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109873779159942066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109873779159942066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109873779159942066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/alrighty.html' title='alrighty!'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109846498110065684</id><published>2004-10-23T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T01:09:41.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first f</title><content type='html'>my heart literally sank when i saw the F. really. its still somewhere waay below where its supposed to be. its ok. really. i'll be fine. i didnt expect to do well anyway. the idea was stoopid. i hope you all did fantastic =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109846498110065684?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109846498110065684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109846498110065684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109846498110065684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109846498110065684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-first-f.html' title='my first f'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109846121190769437</id><published>2004-10-22T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T00:06:51.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stubborn, i know</title><content type='html'>ok so this is what i am forced to conclude: that &lt;em&gt;special feeling &lt;/em&gt;has no definite explanation/meaning. just like why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) people choose to form a queue at one faregate when there are four other "people-free" faregates right next to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) some guys wear&lt;strong&gt; tapered&lt;/strong&gt; pants. ok tapered jeans are fine, but capris &amp; berms?! ah yes, to feel a tad more feminine i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) people leave perfectly good tags on the tagboard and refuse to leave their real names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went into town today with the intent of buying clothes. but noooo. i ended up having about $10 worth of cookies (mrs fields. yum yum) &amp;amp; olicooks (what &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; olicooks, you ask? they're donuts. never knew that didja?). passed by forever 21. too many people so missed it. much like topshop i guess. so i browsed through their &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/"&gt;webbie&lt;/a&gt; and - shock horror - i saw my girlie wallet. forever21 suddenly became glam-no-more. not saying i wont buy anything from there... like if its pretty, who would resist right? i won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm sorry the last few days havent been easy. we'll be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109846121190769437?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109846121190769437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109846121190769437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109846121190769437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109846121190769437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/stubborn-i-know.html' title='stubborn, i know'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109836749269543712</id><published>2004-10-21T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T22:04:52.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's the difference between a relationship between a best friend and a boyfriend/girlfriend? i mean, both make you happy, both make you laugh, both are there for you when you want them to be, both give you hugs &amp; kisses... what makes that thin fine line? a special feeling? what special feeling? the light-headed feeling when you think of him/her? but i get that with my girlies... the fluttering feeling in your stomach? i get that too when i'm all excited to meet my darlings... what is it that makes it so exclusive? i've been asking myself this question but the answer has eluded me. pray tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109836749269543712?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109836749269543712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109836749269543712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109836749269543712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109836749269543712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/whats-difference-between-relationship.html' title=''/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109829572170200833</id><published>2004-10-20T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T20:57:08.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>head is throbbing.</title><content type='html'>two days since school ended and i'm missing the class oodles. it feels like the class is this tightly bonded molecule of 21 atoms and after monday we've all just been separated into oblivion... waiting for our lucky break like electrolysis or something to occur to bring us all together again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or we could just wander the streets of town and we &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; meet each other (hor eveLYN?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; we should all rejoice for we shall meet again... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(damn i feel like some quack-preacher right about now) . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;halloween it is, my darlings... more details, erm, later on. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been looking at all the photos taken on monday over and over again as a slideshow (i never knew we could do that!!) and i cant help but feel blissful and smile (or laugh) to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queensway - dressing room. have you been there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept at 6am this morning, woke up past 1pm and i didnt even get to watch days of our lives. sigh. oh well... went to town (i desperately need a job. a decent one thanks.) and then to queensway.. heh. i'm on front of the laptop half the day methinks i'll need new glasses when the sem starts. oh yes, i slept at 6 why? photoshop-ing.. wheeeee..ok so i need a life. tell me something i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109829572170200833?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109829572170200833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109829572170200833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109829572170200833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109829572170200833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/head-is-throbbing.html' title='head is throbbing.'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109812425411922031</id><published>2004-10-19T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T03:14:44.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheee</title><content type='html'>marketing's finally over. the &lt;em&gt;evil &lt;/em&gt;word shall never be mentioned again... until we get our results. no point worrying over it yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is teeonezerosix. the class i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;adore.&lt;/span&gt; i'm sorry for the blurred pictures. go to &lt;a href="http://bimboqueen.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;serene's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog for clearer photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;formal.... irritating runts at the back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/formal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head-grabbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/headgrab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint this just pretty? (let's &lt;strong&gt;ignore&lt;/strong&gt; the boy not facing the camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/pretty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the candid one. sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/candid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/osi.jsp?i=EeAM3DJm5atmzrQ"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;click me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see the rest of the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; pictures. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109812425411922031?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109812425411922031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109812425411922031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109812425411922031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109812425411922031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/wheee.html' title='wheee'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109794342684235166</id><published>2004-10-16T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T00:19:17.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/pandayachtresize.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will never grow old... to me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109794342684235166?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109794342684235166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109794342684235166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109794342684235166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109794342684235166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/boredom.html' title='boredom'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109792712128714745</id><published>2004-10-16T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T19:45:21.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoop-di-doo</title><content type='html'>so... who else is screwed for marketing? ok so i stayed in my room almost the entire day as a desperate measure to get myself to study for marketing. but noooo... the lappie has made it impossible to do so. i've tagged my own tagboard- 3times, updated a photo in friendster, uninstalled &amp; then reinstalled norton and played around with some photos in photoshop [photoshop-ping is my new hobby =)]. i also rolled around in bed for a good two hours in all since 2pm. wheeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and can tee.one.oh.six pleeeasssee take photos after the paper on monday?? so i can still see my darlings during the break? can? can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109792712128714745?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109792712128714745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109792712128714745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109792712128714745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109792712128714745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/whoop-di-doo.html' title='whoop-di-doo'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109773932912766721</id><published>2004-10-14T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T15:35:29.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>again, stoning at the atrium- feeling just about as useful as... dust. (cue cackling, naddy &amp; yihan) i want to help but i know zilch about flash. yes ian, mock my flash assignment. heh. cant say i didnt try though. and it &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt;  something you've never seen before &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;creativity the sir said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his mouth is opening and closing. i furrow my brows in deep concentration. nope. nothing. didnt get &lt;strong&gt;anything &lt;/strong&gt;ian just said. "show you la". it looks fine to me. really. except for the weird blinking. anything as long as i've got something that's not on cardboard to hand in tomorrow. yes that's how desperate i've gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109773932912766721?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109773932912766721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109773932912766721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109773932912766721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109773932912766721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109769788872962694</id><published>2004-10-14T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T04:04:48.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>passing thought</title><content type='html'>maybe its when the littlest things suddenly mean so much more. words used to be mere words until you felt this sudden burst of positive, happy feelings and everything he or she says means more than its denotative meaning; when everything suddenly has some other connotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just had to post this. i'm sorry if it causes confusion. heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109769788872962694?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109769788872962694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109769788872962694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109769788872962694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109769788872962694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/passing-thought.html' title='passing thought'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109742929552616195</id><published>2004-10-14T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T02:08:20.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woozy</title><content type='html'>nothing ever lasts. people change, people leave. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss T106 like i miss cookies &amp;amp; cream ice cream. saddest thing is that when we do get to see each other in oh-so-long its for the marketing paper. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;miss you -hugs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109742929552616195?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109742929552616195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109742929552616195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109742929552616195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109742929552616195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/woozy.html' title='woozy'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109756956257684625</id><published>2004-10-12T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T16:26:02.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar-high</title><content type='html'>so i'm screwed for flash. i've a good mind not to do it at all. or maybe i'll stick to the drawing block idea. heh. i'm watching jonathan, yihan, serene, benita &amp; nadiah do their flash assignments. i dont really care. 30% &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate amers in starbucks are sinfully heaven. probably gained a kg or 2 eating a serving of that. yum yum in my tum tum. =) i want to see ian do batman imitations with his comforter. one day lets all have fondue and get him so high he'll do even female superhero imitations. oh i cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109756956257684625?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109756956257684625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109756956257684625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109756956257684625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109756956257684625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/sugar-high.html' title='sugar-high'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109734117649745011</id><published>2004-10-09T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T00:59:36.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a night of feasting, dance &amp; confessions</title><content type='html'>twas 5pm on friday. fiona, jonathan, nadiah, yihan and i wanted to stay out. we decided on a picnic. where? at fort canning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we trudged through the spooky underpass,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/DSC03017edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lugging our bags of yum yums...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/DSC03016edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took some pictars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/DSC03023edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/DSC03025edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before finding a nice comfy spot in fort canning... smack in the middle of this circular area =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we laid out the food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/DSC03036edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and feasted... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/DSC03058edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we thought we were about to leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to dance like fairies and pixies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/DSC03077edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/DSC03078edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and knight jonathan "sir koala"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/DSC03091edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we put on our dunce hats (cups people... taken from carrefour)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/DSC03119edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and took one last shot =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/DSC03121edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sweetness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just utter sweetness... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109734117649745011?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109734117649745011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109734117649745011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109734117649745011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109734117649745011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/night-of-feasting-dance-confessions.html' title='a night of feasting, dance &amp; confessions'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109729121249852986</id><published>2004-10-09T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T11:20:11.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this was friday's webcg class:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ming, su, fiona &amp;amp; i attentively listened to harvey... or at least tried to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/DSC03010edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ian asked harvey his questions, ian slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/DSC03011edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anne on the other hand was mesmerised by ian's screensaver, after which ian showed her iTune's visual-thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes people, 6 in a class. nice. but i learned new things... and it &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; got me thinking about what i want to do with the assignment.&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/7643459-109729121249852986?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109729121249852986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109729121249852986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109729121249852986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109729121249852986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/friday.html' title='friday..'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109705563322170764</id><published>2004-10-06T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T17:40:33.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an update you want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/DSC02948editnamesize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k laaaa i'll do a proper update when i've got more time can? love you all -mwwaaahhhhh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109705563322170764?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109705563322170764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109705563322170764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109705563322170764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109705563322170764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/update-you-want.html' title='an update you want?'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109665537357193302</id><published>2004-10-02T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T02:29:33.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tis over</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;marketing's done. methinks just mug for exam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;removing haloscan. say bye bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;prata is good with sugar. when the prata's all in your tumtum you can finish the sugar, unlike with curry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;am screwed for flash assignment as well. ask me for the very first step to do a freaking walker i wont answer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;diy-ing clothes is therapeutic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i grin at the hint of a smile on your face =) [because it comforts me]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109665537357193302?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109665537357193302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109665537357193302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109665537357193302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109665537357193302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/10/tis-over.html' title='tis over'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109646206597206573</id><published>2004-09-29T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T20:56:28.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>ok, so CATS is over. fine i admit. i did blah on the skit. but i wrote the script! i hold myself responsible for the lameless of scenes 3 &amp; 4. i dont care. i dont care if she gives me a bad grade for the skit. i sucked up alot for the reflections. she should be happy. and flattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jules, thanks &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for being the gay butler. [am a tad mad at how &lt;em&gt;initiative &lt;/em&gt;the class was to help us this afternoon. bleah.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, the socpsy assignment will be over and done with. friday - marketing. then the weekend. oh joy!! tuesday - radio, thursday - writcom proposal essay, and then, webcg, which i know i'll flunk but its ok. i am in high spirits. even &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"the saint"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cant get me down. am looking forward to friday... then i'll get &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alter bridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; back. i should charge for rental. like, a bag of chips a day. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109646206597206573?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109646206597206573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109646206597206573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109646206597206573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109646206597206573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/09/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109638789896763702</id><published>2004-09-29T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T00:14:21.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clearing of the eclipse</title><content type='html'>darlings, things are looking up for me =) i wont elaborate, but i'm happier than i've ever been. let's all look forward to the end of projects and assignments and the sole exam for the semester. i think 2 to 3 weeks will pass quite quickly =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please read &lt;a href="www.nahiy.blogspot.com"&gt;yihan's&lt;/a&gt; blog =) it gets better every read =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109638789896763702?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109638789896763702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109638789896763702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109638789896763702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109638789896763702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/09/clearing-of-eclipse.html' title='clearing of the eclipse'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109613650609545124</id><published>2004-09-26T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T02:21:46.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is for you</title><content type='html'>i know it was  &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;who bought me the alter bridge cd although you didnt leave your name. who else knows my full home address? i didnt want you to get it for me but thanks anyway. i wont send you an sms to thank you. i know you'll read my blog. its pretty freaky. its like you're stalking me. i bet you left comments on my blog as "alien." why you do things like that is beyond my comprehension. i think you should move on. you've changed- way too much for my liking. i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109613650609545124?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109613650609545124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109613650609545124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-is-for-you.html' title='this is for you'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109604564398331996</id><published>2004-09-25T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T01:11:22.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bah! hambug!</title><content type='html'>oh joy! my laptop's gone back to its grave. ARGH! this is getting so annoying! its just there on my table, trying to start up. bah! i'm stuck with the pc for more days so please excuse me if i suddenly go offline whilst chatting with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naddie we shop again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no mood to blog further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i do not like him that way. purely eye candy. i'll get over it... soon. like in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my class to bits. (in an oh-so-corny fashion) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you complete me =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109604564398331996?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109604564398331996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109604564398331996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109604564398331996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109604564398331996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/09/bah-hambug.html' title='bah! hambug!'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109586460700088753</id><published>2004-09-22T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T22:50:07.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silly me</title><content type='html'>i know what i want to do for socpsy. in fact, i've done part of it already. thing is, as the day went by today, i felt my idea was lame, stupid and childish. people doing movies and what-nots and i am doing &lt;em&gt;that. &lt;/em&gt;but it was too late to thing of something else so i shall swallow my pride, take a deep breath and show it to class if i am made to. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;please dont laugh in front of me. do it when i'm gone if you wish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am resigned to the fact that i will remain single my entire poly life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109586460700088753?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109586460700088753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109586460700088753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109586460700088753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109586460700088753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/09/silly-me.html' title='silly me'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109576839931649487</id><published>2004-09-21T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T20:06:39.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la-di-da</title><content type='html'>have you ever listened to a song and felt so captivated that you sit so still, listening intently to every word and the music? a few days ago one song did that to me. "Breathing" by Lifehouse. now i’ve got "Open Your Eyes" by Alter Bridge. i just sat in front of the tv and watched the music video. lyrics arent fantastic- i think i was more enthralled by myles kennedy. *swoon swoon* yes, his hair and goatee does it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[takes a break to remain composure]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109576839931649487?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109576839931649487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109576839931649487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109576839931649487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109576839931649487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/09/la-di-da_21.html' title='la-di-da'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109578628348338034</id><published>2004-09-21T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T01:04:43.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday part 2</title><content type='html'>i sent my lappie for repair. the guy said they dont do virus-related repairs. but he did it- after showing puppy dog eyes and saying in the sweetest voice possible "but i have important files in there. could you pleeeasse try?" guess which folders i chose to be salvaged? my pictures, my mp3s and the ngee ann folder. eeek. i'll be collecting it tmr. i cant wait =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my first A in radio. tarzan &amp; jane makes ms kwan happy. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the evil laugh (as heard in radio class today) is a one off thing. do not ask me to repeat it. [unless of course by luck you find out what the provoking image is]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's insurance person came over this evening. he brought his son along. i came to face one horrible fact- i do not know how to entertain kids. i got abit sad actually [even though i loathe the brats], for this boy was really intelligent and cute. i guess its because i dont have a younger sibling, and i've always been molly-coddled by my parents that's why i do not know how to treat them young things. at gatherings where children were present, i'd shy away and watch others my age play with them. isnt that sad? i think it is. i dislike the whiny, loud, annoying ones. "ni da wo xian de", "mummy ni kan, korkor da wo..." ugh! those &lt;strong&gt;things &lt;/strong&gt;i hate. but once they start talking properly [like this boy who asked for two of my fries], they're kinda nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109578628348338034?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109578628348338034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109578628348338034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109578628348338034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109578628348338034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/09/tuesday-part-2.html' title='tuesday part 2'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109553416213672709</id><published>2004-09-19T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T04:03:33.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one week of work and what do i get? panda eyes. and a comatose lappie</title><content type='html'>the week is over. we should all be thankful. we survived. [i know. so corny] webgra presentation was not good. i'm trying my utmost to forget it. the only thing i want to remember about the webgra project is the stay over. although it wasnt all make up and nail polish, i enjoyed myself. from charmie's screaming &amp; jumping to escape the frogs at 11pm; to the food conversation in the taxi to naddie's place; to naddie's breathtaking house [gorgeous i tell you!!]; to the thosai and cakes and lasagne [and to the trips to the loo the day after]; to napping; to the virginity bed [wahahahaha]; to milo served on cups &amp; a teapot from mauritius; to the sandwiches and bananas from naddie's (funky) mother for breakfast and finally back home at 8:30am. i want to do it again!! but without the project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only downside to this is that my lappie's in a coma now. we shall all pray for her recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed to school in a taxi, but not before making a detour to SP because the driver "always confuse between Ngee Ann &amp; Singapore Poly arh". realised pages were lost. got upset. cried. lost all hope. did the presentation then proceeded to sim [at which point i must remind that days of our lives is shown at 1pm on the tv facing the gate]. talked about the royal pain-in-the-ass and then proceeded to marketing class, where we did our quiz, which i failed, but do not really care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;must i see you everyday? why cant you just shrivel up and die?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not affected, i just despise you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 8. watched scary movie 3 again. went back to sleep. woke up. went to meet my ex boyfriend for photoshop tuition. brought me to his school library only to find that practically the whole school was closed. went to westmall, ate at burger king [chicken tenders + iced lemon tea] then photoshopped abit, after which he proceeded to show me some music videos. i really wasnt in the mood. saw this bracelet thing on his wrist with a girl's name on it and got jealous. yes people, i am &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;possesive. suddenly the beads and sequins in my slipper seemed more interesting. [that was when i made a mental note to trim my toe nails] he left and i walked around feeling annoyed at myself. i bought a pink plastic ring that cost $3.90 to make myself happy [am not materialistic by the way]. will only stop wearing it when i feel genuinely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's a new day. will make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope you drop your pants in a crowded canteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109553416213672709?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109553416213672709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109553416213672709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109553416213672709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109553416213672709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/09/one-week-of-work-and-what-do-i-get.html' title='one week of work and what do i get? panda eyes. and a comatose lappie'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109527089813962168</id><published>2004-09-16T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T01:54:58.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>** Wed, Sep 15, 2004 -- TURNITIN SUBMISSION: INFO ESSAY I know many of you have encountered problems with the above. I have reset the online submission date, so please try again if you failed the first time. If you still encounter problems, just e-mail your essay soft copy to your respective tutor. We do apologise for the teething problems with the software. Thanks for being patient. Posted by Chi-On Patrick Wong **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;++++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;is school work everything everyone ever talks/blogs about these days? man, we have no lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on another note, why is it that people want more what they cant have? and when its there right in front of them, they lose all interest. like the only reason they want it is because they cant have it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;challenge? proof of ability? "i can resist everything except temptation." hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109527089813962168?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109527089813962168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109527089813962168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109527089813962168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109527089813962168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/09/wed-sep-15-2004-turnitin-submission.html' title=''/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109508901066212259</id><published>2004-09-13T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T23:23:42.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la-di-da</title><content type='html'>now was that a tear-jerking episode of friends, or was that a tear-jerking episode of friends? =( monday nights wont ever be the same. need to get the dvds. need to get the dvds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is everyone asleep right now? tagboards seem to have come to a standstill. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109508901066212259?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109508901066212259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109508901066212259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109508901066212259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109508901066212259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/09/la-di-da.html' title='la-di-da'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109474669371916010</id><published>2004-09-13T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T23:21:28.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see it to believe it.</title><content type='html'>Course Entry Requirements For Mass Communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minimum eligibility requirements in the GCE "O" Level examinations (or equivalent) are:&lt;br /&gt;subjects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O" Level Grade&lt;br /&gt;English (EL1) 1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics (Elementary/Additional) 1-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any three other subjects excluding CCA 1-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidates must also have sat for a relevant subject which may be a Humanities subject or Art (Grade 1-9). Humanities subjects include Combined Humanities, Commerce, Commercial Studies, Geography, History, Literature and Principles of Accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aggregate computation for selection is based on grades obtained for English, Mathematics, a relevant subject (Humanities or Art) and two other subjects (excluding CCA). Selection is based on academic merit, &lt;strong&gt;and admission is via the JAE exercise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109474669371916010?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109474669371916010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109474669371916010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109474669371916010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109474669371916010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/09/see-it-to-believe-it.html' title='see it to believe it.'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109491873357703958</id><published>2004-09-11T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T00:46:54.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if we hold on together, i know our dreams will never die...</title><content type='html'>seriously. we all need each other for support (support like "have you finished your essay?" "NO!" "ok good! i havent either.") especially during the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have issues. i watched the Sept 11 memorial on tv, and i teared up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;socpsy test done (am joining single digit club!). writcom info essay now. i went to the library earlier and i &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; relished the 2 hours i was there. go figure. right now i'm looking forward to the 5 hour break we have on monday. =) (decide where to eat now can? so we wont be stuck in school for an hour making up our minds.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. screw everyone who is of higher authority than dr. v. mass comm will never be the same. "mass comm" will never feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s $15 spent on cab fares this week. $15 = 30 bags of nuts from nutland. $15 = 25 cans of yeo's soya bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109491873357703958?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109491873357703958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109491873357703958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109491873357703958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109491873357703958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/09/if-we-hold-on-together-i-know-our.html' title='if we hold on together, i know our dreams will never die...'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109474510253915817</id><published>2004-09-09T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T23:54:40.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prof. of Dentistry: A kiss is infectious and antiseptic.</title><content type='html'>i'm tired of assignments. sick of deadlines. bored to death with marketing. bah! is there no end to this torment? i'm so looking forward to our sem. break. then again, tell me who isnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you walked into a room and someone went "him/her?!!" followed by hooting, how would you feel? the feeling stinks. bah! i know i shouldnt be affected. i told myself i wouldnt, but i am. i cant help but think of why he laughed. argh! i shall pray for his castration. yes. i think i shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho hum. i missed radio this week. thanks to fiona *shoots dirty look at fiona*. i dont care. i'm joining tomorrow's radio workshop even though he did not reply to my purrty e-mail. which means i'll have to wake up at 6am. somebody give me a wake-up call please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been one bad day after another this week. only consolation was that- wait- there is no consolation. i'd love to say i were looking forward to the weekend, but then i'll be stuck at home with my info essay. boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know what evee felt. like you've got so much to say but you just cant bring yourself to blog about them. oh well. my tagboard shall keep readers entertained- i hope. thanks for dropping by all of you =) !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. kesh &amp;amp; charmie i'd better see you in class tomorrow! its been 3 days since i saw you chicas! missed you much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109474510253915817?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109474510253915817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109474510253915817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109474510253915817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109474510253915817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/09/prof-of-dentistry-kiss-is-infectious.html' title='Prof. of Dentistry: A kiss is infectious and antiseptic.'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109448400684601787</id><published>2004-09-06T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T01:57:36.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prof. of Physiology: A kiss is the juxtaposition of two orbicularis oris muscles in the state of contraction.</title><content type='html'>today is not a good good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 8.05am. missed socpsy lecture (sobsobsobsob). you'd think that i'd be really early for writcom but noooo. i had to have naddie open the door for me because i reached LT 68D at 10.10am. great. i even took a cab. which reminds me. i propose a "share-a-cab-to-ngee-ann-poly" stand at the clementi bus stop. i was &lt;strong&gt;clearly &lt;/strong&gt;waiting for a taxi but moronic blind bats stood waaayyy in front of me and took &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; taxis. 4 of them i missed. bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then come writcom lecture. i was desperately trying not cough so much but i really really couldnt help it. i was practically writhing throughout lecture. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am really really sorry to everyone i have passed my germs to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i will visit the doctor sooner next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it was worse during p.o.m.. sitting in the front row is not good. sigh. bet i looked as if i was spasm-ing from the back as i stifled the damn cough. &lt;em&gt;it sucks to be sick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at al-amin (that how you spell it?) with eugene, yihan, fiona, nadiah, sureya, serene, jonathan, and syed. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[wished i'd gone to megabites for eye candy though. heh.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fiona &amp;amp; i shared ice cream prata (yummy) and chicken murtabak. couldnt finish the murtabak so we fed the &lt;strong&gt;leftovers &lt;/strong&gt;(heh.) to preying vultures. headed to play pool. i cannot play pool for nuts. but yihan, &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;the dance. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's it for today. went to see the doc finally and i &lt;strong&gt;do &lt;/strong&gt;have throat infection. &lt;em&gt;please please please excuse me for coughing. i am sorry =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109448400684601787?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109415290413894755</id><published>2004-09-03T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T03:21:44.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you say to him?</title><content type='html'>you chose her over me incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;now you tell me its really over.&lt;br /&gt;so?&lt;br /&gt;you come begging for intimacy. again.&lt;br /&gt;i am not your whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109415290413894755?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109415290413894755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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between two hearts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/bumper-confused.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109414482521035272?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109414482521035272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109414482521035272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109414482521035272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109414482521035272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/09/prof-of-chemistry-kiss-is-reaction-of.html' title='Prof. of Chemistry: A kiss is the reaction of the interaction between two hearts.'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109404417311214503</id><published>2004-09-01T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T22:51:41.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prof. of Physics: A kiss is the contraction of mouth due to the expansion of the heart.</title><content type='html'>these are the two people i brought together today. after 4 long years. that's fiona with sandra, my bestie from secondary school. they were friends in primary school can you believe that? ah, its a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/DSC02802b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was ecstatic to see sandra again. i havent seen her for ages. she hasnt changed abit. ah, the memories come flooding back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cats almost killed me today. do you want to buy a "doraemon bag"? it costs a measly $35, comes in any size and shape, is durable &amp;amp; waterproof, and it will be forever light in weight no matter how much junk you stuff in. just like lil doraemon (my alarm clock).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i'm falling sick. or i might have to have my tonsils removed. whee! i am in need of a good night's rest. yesterday i thought s'pore idol was on. today i asked again if s'pore idol was on. few minutes after, i asked if it was friday. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember to bring the ugly lanyard and your thermometer tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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heart.'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109388612054946247</id><published>2004-08-30T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T01:08:47.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prof. of Geometry: A kiss is the shortest distance between two straight lines.</title><content type='html'>school was less then dandy. nadiah's still sick so she's not coming back so soon. i fell this morning. on the way to school. its funny to me because like yihan &amp; syed pointed out, i "passed" the holey ground without getting my heel stuck but i tripped and landed on my right knee. &lt;em&gt;heng not many people see ar.&lt;/em&gt; my knee ached the first hour of socpsy lecture. i almost fell asleep too. i had barely 3 hours of sleep last night. we spent ages deciding where to eat during the 4hour break and settled on canteen 3. the place is nice - airy. but the food was pretty bad. i wasnt as comfortable eating there as i feel eating in canteen one or at sim or galileo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on a hello panda frenzy during radio &amp;amp; marketing lecture. i ate at least two boxes of them chocolate-filled biscuits. yummy. tried to stay awake during the lectures playing donkey with fiona &amp; yihan. its a pretty interesting word game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my primary school after lecture. we had dinner at swensons with my pri 3 &amp;amp; 4 teacher. iwas quiet during dinner. it was intimidating sitting among the girls who were all in jcs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned that no matter which school you're in, you will get ostracized (even in the most discreet manner) for coming from a secondary school that's not top notch. i mean, you're already in one of the top schools and from the outside people see you and admire you but deep down you keep wishing you came from a better secondary school. like it matters, right? you're where you're at because you worked your butt off to do well but its just not good enough for your present schoolmates. you get looked down on and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was weird. there i was sitting beside my friend thinking she was living &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; life in this great school and there she was lamenting about how miserable she was sometimes because she felt &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small; inferior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. in a saddistic way i guess it made me feel better. it doesnt matter what you've accomplished academically or where you're coming from, because in the end everyone in the class starts on the same foot. &lt;em&gt;but sometimes you just cant help but feel small, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109388612054946247?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109388612054946247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109388612054946247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109388612054946247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109388612054946247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/08/prof-of-geometry-kiss-is-shortest.html' title='Prof. of Geometry: A kiss is the shortest distance between two straight lines.'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109360633226855949</id><published>2004-08-27T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T01:49:03.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skippetty skippetty skip skip skip</title><content type='html'>Prof. of Algebra: A kiss is two divided by nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's only one reason i'm happy and that's because i knew how to do the dreamweaver portion. i studied for like half an hour last night and 15min this morning. bleah. i hope we all do well. seems like its the easiest module to do. anihoo ramani has finally replied. with not so good news. he said ok to the research but he wants me to give more stats &amp; figures. anyone know where to get those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really happy to see the class today =) except naddie wasn't around. let's all pray she'll get better soon k..? i love the class. oh so much. let's all petition to stay together in year 2. hah! right. *hugs all around* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i never knew they had vibrating condoms. i saw them at cheers if anyone's interested. i wonder how that works. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109360633226855949?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109360633226855949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109360633226855949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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of love compiled into a byte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to my question: can anyone ever not know how to love? it seems that months of singlehood has caused that part of my heart which tells me i'm in love go *poof*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you think this is the sweetest message ever?&lt;br /&gt;"i'll just wait around... to be there when you need someone... to share your problems... to be there when you feel like being loved [by a boy]..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to love but i dont trust myself to be nice to him [yes nad, i can be verbally abusive. heh] oh well. methinks most poly boys arent after serious relationships anyway. most, i said. which definitely excludes keshia's babyboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the moment i feel that friends make me feel complete. i love being in the company of my darlings.[damn i miss T106. &amp;amp; i'm so ready for school [or maybe not....] i've got my coins ready for them vending machines =) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya'll. *mwwaaahhhhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109344847272576141?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109344847272576141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109344847272576141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109344847272576141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109344847272576141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-think-this-is-cute.html' title='i think this is cute'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109336489369168273</id><published>2004-08-24T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T01:44:32.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the stepford wives</title><content type='html'>for all mcps, this is the movie for you. i bet this would be your ideal world: your wife waiting on you, hand &amp; foot. you can enlarge their boobs &amp;amp; even turn her off (ie: shut down). one wrong move though, they might spin really really really quickly or go "dosie, dosie, dosie, dosie, dosie, dosie..." you catch my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/DSC02748b-pspresize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, nad, su &amp; fiona in our stepford wives get up =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next two photos show that all you need is "LOVE" heh i know. so corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/DSC02763b-pspresize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/DSC02765b-pspresize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click here for more &lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/osi.jsp?i=EeAM3DJm5atmzpY"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109336489369168273?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109311284470993770</id><published>2004-08-22T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T05:06:10.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/DSC02666a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at the clementi playground ship thing after meeting in school for marketing. (August 19th 2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had to post this. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109311284470993770?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109311284470993770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109311284470993770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109311284470993770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109311284470993770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/08/2-more-pictures.html' title='2 more pictures'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109311180284369998</id><published>2004-08-22T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T02:13:14.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i'm eating now</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v415/adoredbluescintilla/blog/maltesersresized.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love maltesers. my first bucket!&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/7643459-109311180284369998?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109311180284369998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109311180284369998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109311180284369998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109311180284369998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-im-eating-now.html' title='what i&apos;m eating now'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109308994851644172</id><published>2004-08-21T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T22:55:08.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my saturday</title><content type='html'>i woke up at 2.15pm. i never knew sleeping too would give you a headache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday nad, fiona, su, yihan, calvin, jonathan &amp; i went for the time management thingy at school together. met ming inside. we were at sim around 9.15 but detoured to the food court there to eat. at that time there were probably less than 30 people at the seminar. decided to just go for the thing and went in at 10. joined jule's group. met her friends. nice people =) boring is an understatment here. the guy barely spoke about time management. i only remember the conflicts part. lunch was sucky. didnt get to try the cream puffs. apparently they were really good. that aside, only the last part was good when we did the commercial for our "anger management center." hilarious i tell you! then we wrote peachy things about each other. i likes that part. we did a train thing and wrote pretty things about the person on the piece of paper on their backs. and then we got our $5 back. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed back in school after that to eat until about 7 then fiona &amp;amp; i went to orchard. walked much, talked much. i heart fiona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my second thesis statement approved. i did my first one in five minutes. i wanted to write on pens. apparently its not good enough. fine ramani. now for the outline. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s new layout. ok i didnt do it myself. i did the picture in the middle though. its so blue... so preeetty.... &amp; finally navigation is easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109308994851644172?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109308994851644172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109308994851644172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109308994851644172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109308994851644172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-saturday.html' title='my saturday'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109273660595136778</id><published>2004-08-17T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T17:59:55.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my tuesday</title><content type='html'>Apparently its time again for a new batch of junior prefects in my secondary school. i used to live for moments like that. school was my life. prefectorial board; a huge part of it. to tell you the truth, i enjoyed attending the weekly meetings. somehow it gave my wednesdays a sense of importance. now I scoff at such activities. i feel sorry for the prefect who is so excited about head-hunting. it’s just funny how something that meant so much to you less than a year ago hardly makes you flinch now. sadly I feel like that towards many things. it makes me feel like I wasted my time and effort on useless agendas that have not made me a better person. pah! but i still love Yuhua. i really do. i feel contempt towards ex-students who feel otherwise. i loved my teachers, my classmates, my classroom and i loved morning assemblies. &lt;em&gt;i revelled in threatening mats who wore tapered school pants *evil grin* i revelled in berating them ah bengs and mats *evil laugh* oh how i wanted to conquer the school *evil evil laugh*&lt;/em&gt; i wish. i wasn’t that sadistic. or mad. if you were in my pair of cortezs you’d know i how i felt. bottomline is, i wonder if class lunches and themed-mondays will hold the same significance to me in a year as they do now. &lt;em&gt;i hope they will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109273660595136778?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109273660595136778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109273660595136778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109273660595136778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109273660595136778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-tuesday.html' title='my tuesday'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109258355445478308</id><published>2004-08-15T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T23:25:54.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spectacular spectacular</title><content type='html'>the fireworks display at marina square was fantastic/stupendous/brilliant/smashing!!! today's show was &lt;strong&gt;definitely &lt;/strong&gt;so much better than the one they had at the ndp. kudos to the hong kong team. there were swirly ones, smiley faces and those that looked like a willow tree... i was awed by them. the only part i liked about the ndp fireworks was the heart shaped ones. so pretty... i was fairly disappointed with the ndp fireworks. my friend &amp; i went to kallang to watch it and the show barely lasted 7min (or even 5min). today's show went on for almost 10min (or at least it felt like it). me thinks the hong kong team should do next year's fireworks display. then my $1.50 mrt fare would be worth every cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109258355445478308?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109258355445478308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109258355445478308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109258355445478308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109258355445478308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/08/spectacular-spectacular.html' title='spectacular spectacular'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109250284109450921</id><published>2004-08-15T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T13:58:00.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am so so so so so so overwhelmed by the care &amp; concern you all have showered me with. i am extremely blessed to have all of you as my dear friends and classmates =) i love you all to bits!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i feel better though still a little downtrodden. i shall be bubbly again =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*huggies all around*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry will probably be the most messy one ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday sureya, jon, yihan, calvin, nadiah and i stayed for the fms night thing. yes, we stayed throughout. some year one fsv person told us we'd get tokens *whines* . the first badnwas bad. singing out of tune and music not in sync. i know nuts about performing in a band but i know when songs go way out of tune. the rest of the class left before the first band played their last song. i don't know la. i suppose we just didn't feel like going home any way. there was a band which played ska (music?). it certainly was a feast for the eyes. pushing and shoving apparently is a form of dance. hmmm... mats and minahs not from ngee ann came dressed in clothes from the 50's and 60's era; of course not without the tapered pants for them mats. it was outrageous the way they "danced". those with suspenders held on to them whilst dancing. nad suggested we girls hold on to our bra straps if &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; we go "skanking" (thanks anne for the name of the dance). music was interesting but it was so so rowdy on the "main floor". the last two bands were so much better. i almost fell in love with the guitarist &lt;em&gt;*swoon*&lt;/em&gt;. i now have a thing for shoulder-length-haired teenage male species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we occupied ourselves by taking pictures... and by playing bingo. screaming at the top of our lungs was never that much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, yihan's got funny pictures again. =) (look below taggie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the grammer test (which i screwed up) this morning, eve, val, anne, serene, sureya, mabel, nadiah, fiona, yihan and i went to the library to watch movies. we watched three men and a baby to look at the scary lil boy. dark waters and poltergeist weren't as scary at that 5sec-long scene with the boy. freaky &lt;em&gt;lor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i write anymore i will bore myself. in short:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) pervert china boy in library kept checking out serene&lt;br /&gt;2) eve told him off (yay evee!!!)&lt;br /&gt;3) perv decided to hit on anne. (anne is dutch &amp; evee is malay, &amp;amp; i'm so jealous of evee. haha)&lt;br /&gt;4) perv put his thumb to his tongue (pretending to be &lt;em&gt;ang-moh &lt;/em&gt;i suppose) and vamoosed. moronic idiot.&lt;br /&gt;5) watched willy wonka &amp; the chocolate factory with nad&lt;br /&gt;6) "Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-do I have a perfect puzzle for you Oompa, Loompa, doom-pa-dee-dee If you are wise, you'll listen to me"&lt;br /&gt;7) i agree with jon &amp;amp; sureya. i think the brownie at splash does things to your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109250284109450921?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109250284109450921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109250284109450921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109250284109450921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109250284109450921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/08/falling.html' title='falling'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109231546766419607</id><published>2004-08-12T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T23:50:28.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short entry</title><content type='html'>i got my hug from keshia today!! yay! huggies keshia! people in my school never did hugs.i feel so deprived of hugs. =(&lt;br /&gt;there is more i want to say but it seems like i'm in no position to write about it. anihoo... i'm not looking forward to the fms thing tmr. me thinks "pay it forward" is so forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i ate 15 maltesers balls. oO i'm so gonna get more pudgy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109231546766419607?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109231546766419607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109231546766419607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109231546766419607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109231546766419607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/08/short-entry.html' title='short entry'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109215380861117132</id><published>2004-08-10T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T01:17:11.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear diary</title><content type='html'>dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to watch "i, robot" with fina, nadiah, sureya, yihan &amp;amp; jonathan at plaza singapura. we were plannning to watch "the village" but nadiah warned us against it. luckily we watched "i, robot" instead. it was a very good movie. i loved that it had a happy, happy ending. apparently sonny the robot is nadiah's son. hmmmm. the part that i did not like was that the guy beside me didn't smell very good. it seemed as if everytime he laughed, a certain un-nice smell would fill the air. yuck. i hope i never have to sit next to him again. we took some &lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/osi.jsp?i=EeAM3DJm5atmzjw"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt; after the movie. me thinks they are mostly retarded, but very nice. we had fun. i bought a ring. its sooo preeetty. we were late for radio but luckily mr yoka did not scold us. he is a very nice teacher. me likes. class was better than last week. at least i did not have to vent anger on the machine. we got to keep the "pause" strips we cut off. am thinking of ways to use them. interesting stuff. :) i shall end here, dear diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. an fsv student said that mcm was a course full of slackers (yes, "slackers". sheesh). i wish that student gets a foot run over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] p.p.s. look for the link to see pictures =) [/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] p.p.p.s. its a wonder how some people can be so insensitive with their words. argh! tell me once, i'll laugh. twice; i'll laugh but not as hard. three times; i'll get pissed. four times; don't even bother talking to me again. i'm not petty. but there is a limit to some things. especially if u call me fat. like, i know i'm a little pudgy, but did u have to keep saying that? kidding my ass. i wish i could do voodoo. i'll make sure your fsv equipment fall on you. hmph! [/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109215380861117132?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109215380861117132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109215380861117132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109215380861117132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109215380861117132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/08/dear-diary.html' title='dear diary'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109181718007875534</id><published>2004-08-07T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T02:33:00.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/osi.jsp?i=EeAM3DJm5atmzh4&amp;amp;notag=1"&gt;click me for pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109181718007875534?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109181718007875534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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did something really stupid. twice. i was listening to my mp3 on my laptop in the library and the librarian came over and mumbled something to me. instead of removing my earphones, i removed my specs. like, duh? then as i was walking home, this guy stopped me to talk about this vcd/dvd rental shop near my block. it was noisy becos of the vehicles on the road. instead of straining my ears, i took off my specs. ya i know. the stupidity of some people. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad thursday's over. not because evee's birthday is over but because finally we can sleep longer than 4 hours. at least socpsy was funner than i anticipated. i loved the skits! of course la i daydreamed away part of the presentations (i'm sorry...) yihan and his fluttering hands. hahahahaha.... darn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed back after class. was supposed to discuss marketing bt we ended up talking about batman and ju-on and other things. destress mah, hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy belated birthday dear evee... hope ur day was pleasant and wonderful and most importantly, happy~ (ya la i know they mean pretty much the same thing but to a certain extent only mah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely &lt;em&gt;*slurrrssss*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; T106!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109172321260125799?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109172321260125799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109172321260125799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109172321260125799'/><link rel='self' 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better to end it sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be perky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109158745984886845?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109158745984886845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109158745984886845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109158745984886845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109158745984886845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/08/peek-into-my-heart.html' title='a peek into my heart'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109153642878271465</id><published>2004-08-03T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T20:33:48.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lamenting...  as usual</title><content type='html'>again, i sincerely apologise to nadiah, jonathan and charmaine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's radio could've killed me. damn editing is hard to do! but next week we'll be using a pen-knife to sp-licee wheeee...... i'm just glad i didn't break them rewind, forward, stop and play buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just read yihan's blog. his entries are really funny. ya'll should go read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if anyone feels like i do. i wonder if other people come waking into school with really low self-esteem. i wish i could be that girl who raised her hand to answer questions that others didn't know the answer to. i wish i could be that girl that people saw as smart. pity, i am but that girl. like, everyone has some talent, or brains, but i don't. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 weeks and 2 days into ngee ann, i realise everyone has at least two sides to them. often i hear about 2 extremes of the same person. it has taught me to watch what i say and how i act in front of everyone. jules, i'm not bitchy! i'm so not. sumtimes i can't help but complain k...&lt;br /&gt;oh poo, its like how plagiarism has changed me. now every thing i write for assignments i have to make sure there isn't something that was quoted or lifted from somewhere. its so so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOOOOO PREEEETTYYY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should have that phrase copyrighted. hahaha. i love to say it [but i really really mean it when i say it] and, i'm sorry, no matter how much i say it, i'll never get sick of it. *sticks out tongue* maybe i'll cut it to "so pretty" in year 2. its that thing called maturing. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel so so irritated by you sometimes... grrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7643459-109153642878271465?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109153642878271465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109153642878271465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109153642878271465'/><link rel='self' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109135652782896023</id><published>2004-08-01T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T18:35:27.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my tagboard's gone!!!! *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109135652782896023?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109135652782896023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109135652782896023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;radio was so so short. i wish i were more creative doing&amp;nbsp;the commercial. oh poo. on the brighter side,&amp;nbsp;serene's back =) yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for the holidays. i just&amp;nbsp;hope we won't have projects to complete during the holidays like in secondary school. holiday my arse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still hungry. and broke. pah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brownie with chocolate ice cream. yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109092489491952126?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109092489491952126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>pfffttt</title><content type='html'>just a really short entry today. to whoever thinks poly is easy shit u go kiss your own feet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a mini-blast (if ever such&amp;nbsp;a thing) today at mcdonald's with most of the class. poured too much syrup on my hotcakes though (nt a good thing).&amp;nbsp;i look forward to monday lunches/"outings". ya i know, i'm like a kid. can't help it... i luurrvvveee being with T106 especially outside lecture theatres and classrooms. &lt;br /&gt;experimented with nadiah's mascara. mascara's scary. lucky fina who has nice curled lashes.&amp;nbsp;the world ain't fair i say! curses on ian who took my picture! i hate pictures of me not smiling =( i look odd. and i look like a freakin receptionist on charm's blog lor... grrr... and i am not pretty. i am not! i &lt;strong&gt;like &lt;/strong&gt;pretty stuff. it ain't the same... k back's-a-breakin... toodles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109059260126244811</id><published>2004-07-23T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T00:58:49.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ketchup, my chicken cutlet just ain't the same without you</title><content type='html'>had lunch at galileo with fiona, jenny, zixin, evelyn [i am so so so so sorry evelyn... i knew sumthing was wrong with it... bt cldn't figure it out... so so sorry...], mabel, calvin, jonathan, yi han and syed. food was ok. barely touched the soup. wasn't tasty stuff.&amp;nbsp;food i guess tasted ok, but chicken was&amp;nbsp;too dry. chips were salty (plus!) though i wish they had more baked beans. muchas gracias to jon and calvin who tried, so hard, to get whatever ketchup there was left&amp;nbsp;in the darned bottle onto my plate. i just LOVE ketchup!! i do! i do! i really do! haha if only i could get a picture of&amp;nbsp;jon and calvin with that yellow bottle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;webgra was ok. char, it was really like a french and an&amp;nbsp;italian trying to figure out instructions in tamil. bleah... marketing was fun. and i bet especially so&amp;nbsp;for eveline and benita. hahaa.&amp;nbsp;my group (fiona, yihan, jonathan &amp; calvin)&amp;nbsp;got 15/20. that was pretty good. but it was term-overload.&amp;nbsp; again, bleah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still hate my glasses. &lt;strong&gt;alot &lt;/strong&gt;of the times i find myself poking the lense (that's what its called right)&amp;nbsp;first then retracting my finger and&amp;nbsp;rubbing my eye through the gap at the side. becos of that initial poke i'd have to clean my lense &lt;strong&gt;again. &lt;/strong&gt;third time, bleah. such a sad life maria lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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flat purse thingy from this shop in ms. tomato can. ya funny name but i love the bags! material pattern and all... some projectshop imitations ha. and then i got an A4 notebook from prints. a freaking $23 one. and i doubt i'm ever gonna use it.. bleah... design was pretty la... horizontal lines with pink parts... puurrtttyyy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone make me starve for the next month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss T106. can't wait for class tmr =) &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/7643459-109042377952893783?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109042377952893783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109042377952893783' 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when i opened the fridge, door was slightly ajar so... my bad.. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;radio was fun. eve n benita went crazy for their interview part. i wish i was more like&amp;nbsp;them, out-going, loud and fun. hopefully by end of year one i'll be less like a mouse. i used to think it was ok to be "the silent type", but now its like i MUST i MUST change. quiet people don't have much fun. nope. they don't. bleah. &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/7643459-109034329585453674?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109034329585453674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109034329585453674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;i know its real queer for any girl to say this, but i'm just not interested. maybe its becos i've had my heart broken too many times. or maybe i've&amp;nbsp;been played with (i admit. sigh.). maybe its becos i'm just sick of all the "i love yous" and i miss yous", sometimes having to say them back just to make&amp;nbsp;him happy, even if u're so busy with other things u haven't gotten a chance to miss him. love is just too much hard work sometimes. i'm not ready for that especially now when i've entered such&amp;nbsp;a different environment where slacking off means 5 marks off your final grade. bleah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;it does get a little lonely/boring&amp;nbsp;sometimes. that's when disturbing&amp;nbsp;people comes in. or the occasional lame joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but&amp;nbsp;dearies~ don't find it weird if u see me taking long glances (if ever there's such a thing) at a guy. i am a girl, and i can't help but appreciate cuteness... haha... toodles~!&lt;/span&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/7643459-109023611222625901?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109023611222625901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109023611222625901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109023611222625901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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won't go away! earlier last week i actually had a square on my face. four pimples forming a square. so i apologise for group 3's self-esteem song being all about pimples. yes, i am obsessed with pimples.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;was real sleepy today. came home past 11 last night cos my dad's cousin his wife had s'pore as one of them pit-stops in the last few legs of their month-long SEA tour. i'd like to do that someday when i'm old and have grandchildren. but not too late. nobody would want to travel halfway around the world to tour in a wheelchair right? i mean, u can, u jus won't enjoy it as much. learnt lots from them. apparently in the states, kids start sneaking out of their houses at 12. and teenagers do arrange their bolster and pillow to simulate them lying in bed. i think parents who can't see its all just cotton underneath those sheets are... ignorant? i mean, even as u sleep, the bedsheet has to move right? anihoo... my uncle's kid was like that. impregnated a girl and didn't even tell them. now they're helping to look after their grandkids while the parents work.&lt;br /&gt;i think its my exposure to older people that helped make me who/ what&amp;nbsp;i am today. i know how much parents "suffer" when their kids go down the wrong road. i just don't want my parents to feel like failures in raising their daughters up. gosh i could actually cry thinking about that last line. i know it makes me look like a really really "guai" person. its ok. just as long as i know what i'm doing won't upset my parents. &lt;br /&gt;i have done some things i shouldn't have. i'm just filled with deep deep regrets. there's nothing i can do bt live with it. i just fill my head with happy thoughts. it helps most of the time. i do have my down days too so forgive me me if i'm not behaving normal. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i go really quiet too... i'm still ok... i'm&amp;nbsp;just having gastric pains&amp;nbsp;(haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to charmaine and all who find my blog so hard to read: i'm really really sorry... i just LOVE this layout... bear with it can? thanks much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;ya'll, bring your md and laptop for radio oki! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7643459-109023522204137447?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/feeds/109023522204137447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7643459&amp;postID=109023522204137447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109023522204137447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7643459/posts/default/109023522204137447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com/2004/07/having-pimple-on-either-cheek-makes.html' title='having a pimple on either cheek makes for GREAT attraction!'/><author><name>maria.elena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7643459.post-109008354646667229</id><published>2004-07-18T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T00:59:06.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one last thing before i sleep</title><content type='html'>thanks a ton for being&amp;nbsp;ever so patient keshia!!&amp;nbsp;*squishes &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;keshia&lt;/span&gt; again*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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for about 1 minute because of train ahead. we are sorry for the inconvenience cause."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;(30sec after train&amp;nbsp;starts&amp;nbsp;continues moving, it stops again)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;announcement: "ladies and gentlemen,&amp;nbsp;the train will be stopping for about 1 minute because of train ahead. we are sorry for the inconvenience cause."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;boy to friends: i wonder if that annoncement was live because he made the same grammatical error twice.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;(5sec later)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;same&amp;nbsp;boy to friends: actually... what do they mean by 'train ahead'?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*smack smack*&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;went out with mummy dearest this afternoon. got two tops. so that means 4 tops in 7 days. man,&amp;nbsp;i need to learn to window shop. church after shopping&amp;nbsp;and then to&amp;nbsp;jurong point for dinner. pizza place wasn't open yet. they've got good pizza i tell u. settled for food court.&amp;nbsp;had trouble finding seats. got the table, but nt enuf seats. 2 morons were using 4 seats. one for a precious bike helmet and the&amp;nbsp;other for&amp;nbsp;the beeyatch's bag...&amp;nbsp;talk about inconsiderate! and the womaN had this&amp;nbsp;"baby-with-earrings-and-studs" t-shirt.&amp;nbsp;sheesh!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i got the best sleep ever last night... no worrying about getting up early. slept till 12pm... saturdays~ &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;blog's still really empty... kinda forget what to write about when i get home... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;ok last part. i've gt this fear for telling strangers to shut their trap when its supposed to be "quiet time". all i do now is just sit there setthing with annoyance.&amp;nbsp;watched last samurai (months ago, k)&amp;nbsp;at jurong point (yes, apparently that's my place to be) and this&amp;nbsp;guy started talking on his mobile. like, movie's going on? people started shushing him and this skinny boy a few seats from him told him to shush in his his face. rude guy got up, so did skinny boy. started pushing each other. rude guy takes out keys stabs skinny boy and runs off... hence, therefore and thus, i don't like confrontations. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&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/7643459-109007866648839088?l=adoredbluescintilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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