<?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-32656085</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:37:36.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rockprincess-in-the-house</title><subtitle type='html'>all my life stories..
all the sorrow, pain, love and happiness in here..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-7670991388072914197</id><published>2007-10-23T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T09:36:23.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more</title><content type='html'>i don't know what happen...&lt;br /&gt;maybe he is sick and tired of me already, i no longer feel as loved as before.&lt;br /&gt;something has indeed changed.&lt;br /&gt;he gets frustrated easily because of me, whatever i do, its always wrong.&lt;br /&gt;he always think i kaobeikaobu.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what he wanna do to me, he wants to change me, and love the other me.&lt;br /&gt;he can't accept me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i remember how much he likes me to say the japanese phrase...&lt;br /&gt;but once i talk about japanese.. he always tell me, "don't give me that japanese shit"&lt;br /&gt;what happen???&lt;br /&gt;always when i think negatively, i will have to tell myself, whatever he do, he cares for me, he want me to be a better person...&lt;br /&gt;i guess no more...&lt;br /&gt;its just no longer like that anymore.. i feel so...&lt;br /&gt;things he do b4, he don't do it anymore..&lt;br /&gt;i can't find a perfection in myself, but he wants me too..&lt;br /&gt;he finds me a rather bad person, how long can i go under his harsh treatments..&lt;br /&gt;sad to say, i really don't know...&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt to be strong though.. i did.. no longer will i shed anymore tears&lt;br /&gt;i really did my best to make him happy, i just felt that getting love from him is hardship.&lt;br /&gt;little things can make him feel happy in the past, but now probably no more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-7670991388072914197?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/7670991388072914197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=7670991388072914197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/7670991388072914197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/7670991388072914197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-more.html' title='no more'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-7450815642616118240</id><published>2007-09-23T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:03:17.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>noone actually plan my birthday for me except for Alvin.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously no one..&lt;br /&gt;i have to do it all by myself, and i have to wait for replies, confirmations, and some even ignore my sms. i know i'm not that important, but at least give me a reply, if really can't make it, just tell me..&lt;br /&gt;aiya maybe my birthday is just another day la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks baby for the plannings, though i don't know what is it, but i really appreciate everything you've done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-7450815642616118240?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/7450815642616118240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=7450815642616118240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/7450815642616118240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/7450815642616118240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/09/noone-actually-plan-my-birthday-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-4843652256688713180</id><published>2007-09-22T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:37:09.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh well...my birthday is just another day,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder whether people will ever cry if i die..&lt;br /&gt;guess i'm not that important in their life..&lt;br /&gt;29th September is just another day.&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy to have vin by my side on that very day already&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-4843652256688713180?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/4843652256688713180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=4843652256688713180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/4843652256688713180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/4843652256688713180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-3309066122410976525</id><published>2007-09-12T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T23:16:24.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely wednesday</title><content type='html'>Was late to class today, and yup, the same old fish tank, same old cold room, unknown cold people and people i dislike.&lt;br /&gt;It might be a retribution thats why nobody talk to me, call me or ask me out for lunch. Once i ask them for lunch, either they aren't free or they have eaten, so i'll just go cheers or something to get some bao or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people did ask me to go have lunch with them, but you know, there's someone in there that i dislike.&lt;br /&gt;I tried sketching to kill my time, and its also for my project, but you know how sketching can take. It always take about 10-20 mins to sketch, so its damn fast, then i end up with nothing to do. oh well..take a walk by myself sometimes. Its always hard to get someone to talk to me online, so there will always be the usual people to talk to, anthony, meow, leon and sometimes jess..but yup of course, there will always be not much reply here and there, cos they are all busy.&lt;br /&gt;Then, to kill time, rent some movies, download movies or anime to watch, online manga and so on to kill my time everyday.. seriously, its kinda like wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;Tom and TF always seem so busy using MAYA to model the games and stuff, i wanna be like them, have more contribution, at least not using SIMS, but something 3D that can be done using programs like autocad, maya and so on.. but you know how school's system can be, they ban almost everything, therefore, modelling in "second life" seems distant to me.( though i'm really excited)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like doing a survey, but you know lazy people in Singapore will never lay their pen on such surveys that do no help to them.&lt;br /&gt;Jiangling seems so busy with her BITC, no no no not bitch..haha its some overseas project or something like that, i can't really talk to her somehow. She won't really reply, just like jess and cc do.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i really think its kharma or retribution that i don't have great friends, it may seems i'm always happy and people always think i have alot of friends, but today i realise... that somehow.. nobody is really there for me..&lt;br /&gt;sad to say...&lt;br /&gt;giving will only lead to people making use of you....&lt;br /&gt;and taking will only lead to people dispising you... sad but true.. maybe in my own ways..it does sound true.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really glad i still have mum, dad and alvin. or else.. haha...von will crumble and die..&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes.. there are still lots of people who are kinda like temporary there for me.. but next thing i know.. byebye! sorry you are on your own, i'm busy..&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;br /&gt;same thing always happen..&lt;br /&gt;i hate to be alone.. its kinda like i've be alone for my entire 19 years, deceiving that one day, i will really have someone that will pick me up and say you are one big important friend to me. but hell no! haven't heard of that..so yup..&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda ill-fated..&lt;br /&gt;hope that tomorrow will not be as boring or as lonely as today.. well..8 hours of torture.. what else..&lt;br /&gt;meow and ant told me its really relax..nothing stress about FYPJ, but come on.. i'm stuck with people i don't like and...&lt;br /&gt;what else.. people i don't know..&lt;br /&gt;they have their own friends own life..&lt;br /&gt;yes i have my life too.. too bad my friends aren't there..cos they too have their life.. so..&lt;br /&gt;i'm all alone..i should really step out of my comfort zone..&lt;br /&gt;always needing people for companionship, maybe i should be like jess or alvin, go try and walk around places myself. Maybe it helps to boost independency. They can do it, why can't i? i should really be independent in this way, try to do things alone sometimes, do things that i wanna do, i've done it before, why not again! haha..&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm really nuts now, should go get some sleep, wear new shirt tomorrow, and make myself happy.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your touhua my dear=)&lt;br /&gt;nights.. i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-3309066122410976525?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/3309066122410976525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=3309066122410976525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/3309066122410976525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/3309066122410976525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/09/lonely-wednesday.html' title='lonely wednesday'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-4867733167662019578</id><published>2007-09-11T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T17:36:04.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>Picking up guitar again but Ken wasn't free yesterday, can't wait to learn some songs!&lt;br /&gt;had dinner with b, and it was great to see him after not seeing him on sunday. Hmm.. guess i really miss him huh.&lt;br /&gt;Supervisors are not really impressed or let say " happy" with our work, maybe we kinda misunderstood the purpose and what they want us to do.&lt;br /&gt;So we'll be busy soon, sketching, modelling, sketching, lots to do!=(&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, its rather fun..i didn't go for napfa, cos' my body's aching, really aching, probably because of saturday, pictures posting up soon=)&lt;br /&gt;i really miss him, but i don't know about him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-4867733167662019578?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/4867733167662019578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=4867733167662019578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/4867733167662019578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/4867733167662019578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/09/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday!'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-3486454382355483175</id><published>2007-09-04T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:43:11.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of FYP</title><content type='html'>Morning was alright, late to school, and haha saw this girl wearing little miss late!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha so funny!&lt;br /&gt;got some little miss and mr men tees with Jessica for our blogshop=)&lt;br /&gt;and had lunch together! aww love you bestie!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back to stone at the computer screen again..&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;then changed for napfa training!&lt;br /&gt;i haven't run for ages la.. only after vehicles haha..&lt;br /&gt;and alvin..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;i can't run for nuts..&lt;br /&gt;do all the stupid things and chat a little with lianglin&lt;br /&gt;funny girl la she..&lt;br /&gt;haha=)&lt;br /&gt;gotta hand up our ideas tomorrow=)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rt1rPTzl5ZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9k2_f1Wyg-A/s1600-h/105_2607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106355463266887058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rt1rPTzl5ZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9k2_f1Wyg-A/s320/105_2607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rt1rhDzl5bI/AAAAAAAAAKA/r3lkp6Z_KlI/s1600-h/105_2609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106355768209565106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rt1rhDzl5bI/AAAAAAAAAKA/r3lkp6Z_KlI/s320/105_2609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rt1rajzl5aI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qk8gET-z4a0/s1600-h/105_2608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106355656540415394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rt1rajzl5aI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qk8gET-z4a0/s320/105_2608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i start to dislike that indian bitch more and more..&lt;br /&gt;she think she's so great but she's just a fat bimbo..&lt;br /&gt;as i've said that in polytechnic, people are just making of each other to get good grades, but not all the time, you are just getting some from us, why don't you get your crap from some other trash, because i don't like to share!&lt;br /&gt;if you think whatever you are doing and whatever you are saying is what people have to accept and everything, then ask yourself why people avoid being your friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rt1ruDzl5cI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mRnE2jOtvAQ/s1600-h/105_2611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106355991547864514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rt1ruDzl5cI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mRnE2jOtvAQ/s320/105_2611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-3486454382355483175?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/3486454382355483175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=3486454382355483175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/3486454382355483175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/3486454382355483175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/09/2nd-day-of-fyp.html' title='2nd day of FYP'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rt1rPTzl5ZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9k2_f1Wyg-A/s72-c/105_2607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-3763587138009271319</id><published>2007-09-02T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T10:12:57.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i'm gonna get to work and to TOMOE japanese cuisine!!&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating Sherlynn's belated birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;i miss her! =)&lt;br /&gt;For Thursday and Yesterday's date with Alvin! I'll post up photos soon=)&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and for Gin's birthday=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-3763587138009271319?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/3763587138009271319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=3763587138009271319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/3763587138009271319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/3763587138009271319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-im-gonna-get-to-work-and-to-tomoe.html' title=''/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-8452956133586450216</id><published>2007-09-02T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:43:11.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice little Muffin day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rtoa1Dzl5UI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vW6WmujGbQs/s1600-h/105_2538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105422626434966850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rtoa1Dzl5UI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vW6WmujGbQs/s320/105_2538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made muffins!! Blueberry ones!! with dark chocolate in the middle or bananas on top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hungry?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha ooops that corner!!! i took some for testing!!!haha aww man baby! thats so unglam!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-8452956133586450216?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/8452956133586450216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=8452956133586450216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-2524895097310722810</id><published>2007-09-02T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:43:11.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My handmake accessories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RtoZtTzl5TI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JGL5sOenWkc/s1600-h/105_2585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105421393779352882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RtoZtTzl5TI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JGL5sOenWkc/s320/105_2585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RtoZljzl5SI/AAAAAAAAAI4/C9skXqaKbBQ/s1600-h/105_2568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105421260635366690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RtoZljzl5SI/AAAAAAAAAI4/C9skXqaKbBQ/s320/105_2568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RtoZMTzl5RI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0HEm8PREVx0/s1600-h/105_2557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105420826843669778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RtoZMTzl5RI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0HEm8PREVx0/s320/105_2557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This are my masterpieces i've made last week and this week!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i've sold the second one, Frame the Star.&lt;br /&gt;From top, its called Surround the sea, 2nd is Frame the Star and the 3rd is Sunset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More to come!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-2524895097310722810?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/2524895097310722810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=2524895097310722810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/2524895097310722810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/2524895097310722810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-handmake-accessories.html' title='My handmake accessories'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RtoZtTzl5TI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JGL5sOenWkc/s72-c/105_2585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-7980551875697377154</id><published>2007-08-26T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:43:12.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what happen?&lt;br /&gt;on friday?&lt;br /&gt;saturday?&lt;br /&gt;sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was there at Gin's birthday, the night was really great, watching some lame movie on channel 5, card game which i really suck in and i didn't sleep ...&lt;br /&gt;was up till the morning..&lt;br /&gt;didn't really sleep much, but i don't feel sleepy at all, just felt heavy thats all..&lt;br /&gt;made him angry..&lt;br /&gt;was waken up, and i dragged myself to the room to rest, but nope, i still can't sleep at all..&lt;br /&gt;oh and sorry if i snored..was really really tired&lt;br /&gt;so much for friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balloons..&lt;br /&gt;i hate balloons..&lt;br /&gt;especially when they pop..&lt;br /&gt;its everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;but its really pretty..&lt;br /&gt;was up to have some breakfast/lunch..&lt;br /&gt;joy went to work..&lt;br /&gt;introduced everyone to the soyamilk icecream from MR BEAN ( recommended, really nice)&lt;br /&gt;then back to the room..&lt;br /&gt;continue our decorations, but end up playing cards up there again...&lt;br /&gt;made him upset again... went to the park nearby, took a stroll, to the beach, and sat there..&lt;br /&gt;breeze...seabreeze..the sun shone into my eyes, was really hard to open them..but at that moment was two warm hands grabbing me from the back..&lt;br /&gt;at that short moment..a glimpse of light was there, which sparks the flame in my heart.. i was really loved back there.. great hug followed by him swinging me around..=)&lt;br /&gt;then back to that room...queue outside the bathroom...&lt;br /&gt;shower and back to the room..realised that my eyeliner spoiled..&lt;br /&gt;borrowed my eyeliner from Gin, was really a good one..&lt;br /&gt;silkygirl, highly recommended.. wait for the food..&lt;br /&gt;and prepare to party!!&lt;br /&gt;but oh well... i don't really know people..&lt;br /&gt;sat there...&lt;br /&gt;help myself..&lt;br /&gt;assist ben.. then back to watch campus superstar..&lt;br /&gt;pissed ppl off by talking loudly, nonsense and shit from my mouth..&lt;br /&gt;then back to sitting alone..&lt;br /&gt;accompany annabella..&lt;br /&gt;photos photos photos..&lt;br /&gt;only one group picture which have me.. alvin's gf..&lt;br /&gt;then..&lt;br /&gt;eat cake..&lt;br /&gt;up to pack my stuff..&lt;br /&gt;down to take loving pictures with alvin..=))&lt;br /&gt;then gary and joy took pictures with me..&lt;br /&gt;then off i went home..&lt;br /&gt;so much for saturday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday..&lt;br /&gt;morning to cat fair..&lt;br /&gt;cute kitties everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;big doggies everywhere too...&lt;br /&gt;carried tons of stuff back..&lt;br /&gt;then to jess's shop..&lt;br /&gt;studied there..&lt;br /&gt;went around to look for NANA2..&lt;br /&gt;home home home..&lt;br /&gt;study study study......&lt;br /&gt;died..&lt;br /&gt;the end..&lt;br /&gt;so much for sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then signing off on monday 12 midnight&lt;br /&gt;*bang*&lt;br /&gt;dead.............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rt1qpTzl5YI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4hn2i5-gMjs/s1600-h/IMG_7813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106354810431858050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rt1qpTzl5YI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4hn2i5-gMjs/s320/IMG_7813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rt1pszzl5VI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Dd484T1iuuQ/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106353771049772370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rt1pszzl5VI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Dd484T1iuuQ/s320/DSC00934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rt1qpTzl5YI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4hn2i5-gMjs/s72-c/IMG_7813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-815139954143012637</id><published>2007-08-24T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T10:15:32.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bubbbly bubbbly pop!</title><content type='html'>hey folks!&lt;br /&gt;two paper down!&lt;br /&gt;i guess i won't be doing well&lt;br /&gt;sad huh&lt;br /&gt;but true..&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering what to do in the afternoon, i looked for the materials to make Gin's birthday present, and got over to amk hub to get some..&lt;br /&gt;In jess's house, we kinda messed around, and got down to make her present, THANKS JESS for guiding me!! i knew i can't do this without you, that potential design student!!&lt;br /&gt;i will design a shirt for you yeah!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i made use of some materials jess have and guess what!!!! she spent almost 400 over dollars to buy all those D.I.Y materials.. she's not insane, she just have a passion of she's doing and i respect my bestie.&lt;br /&gt;i borrowed NANA from her, which i wanna watch long time ago, and the songs rocks!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;yup yup and..&lt;br /&gt;the night kinda ended bubbly....&lt;br /&gt;haha we were strolling, sharing just one little chupa chups lollipop..&lt;br /&gt;although its only 1, but it was really nice as in the stroll and everything.&lt;br /&gt;i giggled when he jerked, when i disturb him, as he was doing something else, unaware that the playful me is gonna do that to him.&lt;br /&gt;it was really cute when he tried not to laugh, but i can still see the smile from the corner of his lips.&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda weird strolling in the park during that time, because the sky was still bright, birds eerily flew up above us, circling somehow.&lt;br /&gt;and we walked back, searching for a spot.&lt;br /&gt;and he brought out the bubble!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the soapy water stained my fingers though, but it was fun, kinda like relieving my childhood!!!&lt;br /&gt;it was crazy! i kept blowing and blowing!! create those shiny little floating orbs.. and he was taking many shots of me.. i was ugly of course, and when it was his turn..awwwwww..&lt;br /&gt;the sky turned dark..something is indeed wrong with the pictures..why are they so blurry...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm its still a mystery..&lt;br /&gt;i kinda taught him the "SQL" and didn't manage to teach him the normalization, partly because i can't remember.. and it was raining so heavily, first in our 7 months!! it was crazily raining cats and dogs.. but it was nice, hand in hand walking along the corridor..&lt;br /&gt;=) splendid!&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK MY LITTLE SLEEPYHEAD, for this afternoon's paper, database management!!&lt;br /&gt;last paper! and we shall celebrate!=)&lt;br /&gt;many many kisses and huggs from bella to alvie&lt;br /&gt;and many many huggies from bella to jessie&lt;br /&gt;(ps: can we bring the bubble to the chalet?!? oops.. I LOVE YOU MY DEAR!)&lt;br /&gt;and and&lt;br /&gt;(more ps: thanks jess lots for the special treatment at your place!! YOU ROCK!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-815139954143012637?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/815139954143012637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=815139954143012637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/815139954143012637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/815139954143012637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/08/bubbbly-bubbbly-pop.html' title='bubbbly bubbbly pop!'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-3031818468358646851</id><published>2007-08-16T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:49:17.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>finally watched simpsons after so long, ha!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really laugh out loud though because its kinda really lame&lt;br /&gt;but i did enjoyed it with him.&lt;br /&gt;sold a dress today! =)&lt;br /&gt;happy!!&lt;br /&gt;well enjoyed my thursday though&lt;br /&gt;i hope he's stomach is alright now&lt;br /&gt;rub rub rub&lt;br /&gt;drink more water and take some medicine&lt;br /&gt;maybe some medical oil!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeahyeah! =)&lt;br /&gt;so the song continues?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-3031818468358646851?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/3031818468358646851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=3031818468358646851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/3031818468358646851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/3031818468358646851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/08/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-7355335550799684707</id><published>2007-08-15T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:59:02.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meaning</title><content type='html'>the day..&lt;br /&gt;a separation that leads thoughts into my head&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna walk this road alone now&lt;br /&gt;feel like writing a great song to remember&lt;br /&gt;a real good song&lt;br /&gt;a song about everything&lt;br /&gt;first few lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i woke up crying&lt;br /&gt;i smell you&lt;br /&gt;whenever things got bad and ugly&lt;br /&gt;i came to you&lt;br /&gt;but i don't deserve anything&lt;br /&gt;anything that it may seems&lt;br /&gt;i just hold you with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well....&lt;br /&gt;i will think about more soon =)&lt;br /&gt;smile to brighten your day!&lt;br /&gt;i love myself ( i must always tell myself)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-7355335550799684707?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/7355335550799684707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=7355335550799684707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/7355335550799684707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/7355335550799684707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/08/meaning.html' title='meaning'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-269863024238905686</id><published>2007-08-06T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:18:04.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over</title><content type='html'>project are finally totally over, seriously tired~!&lt;br /&gt;RELIEVED!!!&lt;br /&gt;So now..before the upcoming SINGFEST!! woohooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;it will be exam =(&lt;br /&gt;aww man!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but its ok i shall enjoy this week with my little ah PIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha...baby i love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-269863024238905686?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/269863024238905686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=269863024238905686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/269863024238905686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/269863024238905686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/08/over.html' title='over'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-3359001851078026888</id><published>2007-08-03T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T23:53:52.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life goes on</title><content type='html'>realise something this late...&lt;br /&gt;but still i have to go on, whether to hold on or not to.. i will still hold on..&lt;br /&gt;no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;sign off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-3359001851078026888?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/3359001851078026888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=3359001851078026888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/3359001851078026888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/3359001851078026888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-goes-on.html' title='life goes on'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-3633785476395498712</id><published>2007-08-02T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:25:55.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not just a pretty face NOT!</title><content type='html'>Hi folks..&lt;br /&gt;haven't update for sucha long time.&lt;br /&gt;today's presentation went really well, rajani's really happy with what we are doing, and thanks to bee lye! the software went really well.&lt;br /&gt;And yup!&lt;br /&gt;my report has rajani's approval!! this is the bloody first time that it goes this way!&lt;br /&gt;well well well..citect one was rejected, well i'm gonna do well tml definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm nothing but just a pretty face NOT! haha..no longer a pretty face..maybe not a pretty from the start!! i'm just me! yvonne!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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NOT!'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-8622176343979690373</id><published>2007-07-19T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:36:13.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy perhaps?</title><content type='html'>i can't believe my thursday could be so nice..&lt;br /&gt;a nice stroll back home, a perfect tea session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm really addicted to those pacific crab salad at my school's canteen as in the one call surf deck or something(forgot already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had it like so many times..the egg salad too..&lt;br /&gt;so hungry still..haven't had much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid indian lady interrupt us!&lt;br /&gt;damn her~! the playground doesn't belong to her and her kid!&lt;br /&gt;its a public playground.&lt;br /&gt;whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well..its still really sweet, like seriously..&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;but problems not solved yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-8622176343979690373?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/8622176343979690373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=8622176343979690373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/8622176343979690373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/8622176343979690373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-perhaps.html' title='happy perhaps?'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-2431794313934563024</id><published>2007-07-18T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:35:40.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make sure everythings fine?</title><content type='html'>hi folks&lt;br /&gt;me and my sad blog posts..&lt;br /&gt;i know its dull, boring and stupid..&lt;br /&gt;thats how my life this days are...&lt;br /&gt;face with a smile, heart with a scar..&lt;br /&gt;i caused my own downfall today again..&lt;br /&gt;looks like the storm doesn't end..&lt;br /&gt;and caused by my filthy mouth..&lt;br /&gt;i have filthy blood, body, and what else...now my mouth..&lt;br /&gt;i'm infected..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't come near me...&lt;br /&gt;or flowers will wither..and people will get infected with it too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-2431794313934563024?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/2431794313934563024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=2431794313934563024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/2431794313934563024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/2431794313934563024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/07/make-sure-everythings-fine.html' title='make sure everythings fine?'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-4186583454513627488</id><published>2007-07-17T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:52:14.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miserable</title><content type='html'>hi people..i haven't be updating ..seriously..no time at all..&lt;br /&gt;and no time to waste..projects piling up, semestral exams approaching..&lt;br /&gt;getting sick..&lt;br /&gt;no mood to do anything much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day today..&lt;br /&gt;i might not be able to make him hold on to this anymore..&lt;br /&gt;my fault or not my fault i really don't know..&lt;br /&gt;my mind is full of ugly thoughts, but at least i'm not doing anything silly..&lt;br /&gt;nothing can ever ease my pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a stupid argument caused these..&lt;br /&gt;i know why he don't want me to call...&lt;br /&gt;he doesn;t want me to spoil his mood while he's working..&lt;br /&gt;but what about me.. i don't get an answer and now my mind is full of thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;i gave in.. always...but why....&lt;br /&gt;i don't get treated the same way too?&lt;br /&gt;unable to let go at all...even if i always say i want to..&lt;br /&gt;my love...&lt;br /&gt;always i want you back...&lt;br /&gt;but would you ever do the same..&lt;br /&gt;do you really really want us to grow old together?&lt;br /&gt;we're getting impatient...&lt;br /&gt;but i gave in this morning...purring like a cat, still....you still can't see..&lt;br /&gt;i don't want that band anymore..&lt;br /&gt;i don't want that ring anymore...&lt;br /&gt;i just want you&lt;br /&gt;and u might not or might see it... i don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saving this relationship really almost take half of life away..even if i'm sick...its true but u think its a joke..&lt;br /&gt;what more can i say...my lies before took away your trust..&lt;br /&gt;and now...nothing can cover it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my love, my soul and my dead corpse...&lt;br /&gt;now my life is in a messs...if only this is just a nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;i will never forgive myself..................................................&lt;br /&gt;i hate being me.............and................i can't do anything about it anymore............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-32656085.post-7155823460746268908</id><published>2007-06-26T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T13:43:43.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school reopens</title><content type='html'>school re-opened&lt;br /&gt;ironic feelings i have.&lt;br /&gt;glad to step back in school, meeting friends, laughter and something to occupy my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately..felt really stress..thinking about days i won't be able to spend with him makes me feel kinda down..&lt;br /&gt;but you know..&lt;br /&gt;life's like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my turn to present as i'm like having presentation right now..&lt;br /&gt;kinda nervous..its weird..i'm having presentations like all the time, but i'm still having cold fingers and feet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh..whatever...&lt;br /&gt;just get on with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching nancy drew with jessie was fun yesterday though we didn't talk much..&lt;br /&gt;but you know..spending time with people i love and people i adore is always really fun.. miss her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-7155823460746268908?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/7155823460746268908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=7155823460746268908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/7155823460746268908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/7155823460746268908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/06/school-reopens.html' title='school reopens'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-5264379976644715788</id><published>2007-06-22T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T17:25:50.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from holland v</title><content type='html'>back from lunch, ate katong laksa at holland V, yum yum..&lt;br /&gt;but still hungry, i'm a glutton, don't you know?&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;I've just realised that people around me are getting married! omg! and its like so damn fast la!&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i'm a young adult already...i mean soon..haha&lt;br /&gt;gosh! time just flies..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;AND I WANNA GET MARRIED TOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;(alright guess he will just kill me when he see this! ooops!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to within temptation new album "THE HEART OF EVERYTHING"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-5264379976644715788?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/5264379976644715788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=5264379976644715788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/5264379976644715788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/5264379976644715788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-from-holland-v.html' title='back from holland v'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-74187967465850286</id><published>2007-06-22T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T06:59:23.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy sleepless tearful</title><content type='html'>morning peeps..&lt;br /&gt;6.22am when i blogged this..ok fine i mean blogging this..&lt;br /&gt;i just woke up because of some annoying flu and ended up thinking lots when trying to sleep back at around 5.40am..&lt;br /&gt;i kinda think i'm nuts..blogging this at around this time..&lt;br /&gt;this is why i hate to sleep in my room alone, yup! you're right! my stepdad crash in last night..oh boy! and they are back at 3am, thats when i shifted room.&lt;br /&gt;(i know its kinda wasted alvin.. all the times we could have spent together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yup!&lt;br /&gt;bingo! you're damn right again! as i've mentioned, i've think lots, hell it means you baby..&lt;br /&gt;gosh! and you know what i did..i'm still thinking about those hell 3 pictures.&lt;br /&gt;argh! hard to get it off my mind, i so wanna see you again, so all those nasty images can shooooo!&lt;br /&gt;so guess what.. woke up with my tissues(alright, by the way i kept sneezing), on my monitor, typed your stupid blog's name, alright ex-blog's address and poof!&lt;br /&gt;went nuts about those posts again...&lt;br /&gt;i mean why would i still wanna "gather informations" about those posts, it is just weird reading my boyfriend's blog posting those posts you will never wanna read..&lt;br /&gt;i mean he's is like MY BOYFRIEND already, why would i wanna upset myself. yeap yeap..i know i'm comparing like the things we're doing together.. but i spent my almost entire half a year with him..why would i wanna compare still...aren't i satisfied? I'M FUCKING AM! and why i still looking backwards! and hell! thats like 2 years ago lor..fuck it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then looking back down my wounded wrists, stupid it is, and it kinda like will never stop..my eyes are swollen, from all those cryings, "sleepless" night like this...when will i get back on track and be myself.. thats why i hate holidays.. infact i love school now..&lt;br /&gt;yes.. the reason is him..studying in the same bloody campus is what always think that has made my day..&lt;br /&gt;and annoying people by talking about him all day.. can't help but saying that i've never felt like this people for anybody else..&lt;br /&gt;yes.. i know him for just a short period of time, people have no confidence or simply saying, thinking that my love for him will just fade away within 3 months...but hahaha! its coming to half a year, and my love is gradually increasing! fuck all the downs and remember the ups...without the downs, i'll never learn how ugly i was or maybe am.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad to say we are still caught in this love web with each other and will keep holding on..&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* i'm tired but can't sleep..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;i think blogging really helps..&lt;br /&gt;it soothes me alot, like i just keep typing whatever i hide inside and just let it out now..makes me felt really relieved..&lt;br /&gt;okok! i've got the word!&lt;br /&gt;yes its being insecure..but what for.. haha..its 2 years back..and that day that year.. i was in somebody else's arms..sounds wrong but its true..&lt;br /&gt;i've got so many relationships that i can't handle and letting them all go..when i myself hurt myself, till i stitched my heart countless times..until i guess my heart will just stop one day..&lt;br /&gt;but without those, i will never be who am i today, stronger.....(well..sometimes not, with that jelly heart of mine)&lt;br /&gt;but YOU YOU YOU!! and THEM THEM THEM! my alvin, my jessie, my butterfly(cc thats you!haha), my yukiko(sher thats obviously you) and via via.. made me..maybe me and my besties don't meet all them time..and kinda lost hanging out but still..i guess they really made me who i am today..&lt;br /&gt;and i have my two sluts who happen to make my day yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;and my prince, strawberry jam, pumpkin soup, ah pit! to make my entire night.. that just 20 mins just made my heart leapt! like seriously..&lt;br /&gt;and love.. that hairstyle! two thumbs up! as always! you look just like a "hell yeah" hot rocker! no no no..no.. its not just 100% image..its 100% YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yup..&lt;br /&gt;i've made myself happy, and "ridiculously"(if this word exists..)i've stayed up from 5.45 till now, 6.53am thinking..typing and oh well..i'm still gonna stay up till the rest of the day..&lt;br /&gt;i just hate it when i can't sleep..cos i can't sleep back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..i better end this..with lyrics from the song from avril..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU'RE GONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry&lt;br /&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And the bed where you lie is made up on your side&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;We were made for each other&lt;br /&gt;Out here forever&lt;br /&gt;I know we were, yeah&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby alvie.. i just can't live without you afterall..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-74187967465850286?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/74187967465850286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=74187967465850286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/74187967465850286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/74187967465850286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/06/crazy-sleepless-tearful.html' title='crazy sleepless tearful'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-5358628693638788275</id><published>2007-06-21T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T19:24:10.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappearing into thin air</title><content type='html'>it had always been...&lt;br /&gt;long time ago...my pasts still haunt me..&lt;br /&gt;awakes me from my sleep..&lt;br /&gt;i just wish that i don't have sucha dark past................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be with you, and you know it&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna turn back my time to that very day so i can bring myself into your arms&lt;br /&gt;i love you..&lt;br /&gt;lots and lots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 2 words born for me..&lt;br /&gt;and that is to move on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-5358628693638788275?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/5358628693638788275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=5358628693638788275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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received several offers for modelling assignments but i rejected them all, not because i'm a big shot or whatsoever; i'm lack of confidence, thinking that i won't get shortlisted.I kept thinking i'm fat, cellulites all over my body, not curvy enough..i always tell myself its my big bones.BUT i guess its not, i'm just lazy.Its like i wanna be pretty enough to start modelling again, but i don't bother to do anything to myself..&lt;br /&gt;my esteem goes like poof!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start a diet, and i need my friends to be supportive, trying to control the amount of calories i consume..and i needa be taller, so that i can be qualified for assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i start sobbing about how ugly i am myself, i'm gonna write down all the food i shouldn't consume, including my favourite chocolates and candies!&lt;br /&gt;argh! it might be tough, but its about my modelling "career".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta sleep early, and oh ya..tml is lena's birthday, i'm gonna be presentable tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;stretch and exercize alittle at home before i can do anything tomorrow morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-8521425619519396796?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/8521425619519396796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=8521425619519396796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/8521425619519396796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/8521425619519396796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-diet.html' title='on diet'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-4830866598355708300</id><published>2007-04-30T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:33:06.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i cannot find a way to describe this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its there inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i do is hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish that it would just go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what would you do;you do if you knew, what would you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the pain i thought i knew &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the thoughts lead back to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;back to what was never said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;back and forth inside my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't handle this confusion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm unable, come and take me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel like i am all alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all by myself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need to get around this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my words are cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't want them to hurt you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i show you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't think you'd understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause no one understands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-take me away by avril-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess things would be better without me; life would be the same without me, if i would to never exist in this world,life could be better for you.&lt;br /&gt;this is not a suicide letter nor a way to say goodbye, just to let you know how i feel about myself.i lost my trusts and friends through my selfishness.i changed myself to be better and hope you realise that.&lt;br /&gt;you swept my feet off the ground sometimes,and bring me back down to the ground as well.sometimes i just don't know what i've done wrong to make you frustrated or upset. Maybe its the way; the way i speak. Till now, i guess i've got no acceptance from anybody. Guess that i'm still alone, though i fought my way through.&lt;br /&gt;you might think that things are pretty simple, things just have to go your way. But things just never change but got worse after that big fight we had. i've been filling up your little bottle, probably you couldn't see.&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready for a change for the better....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-4830866598355708300?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/4830866598355708300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=4830866598355708300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/4830866598355708300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/4830866598355708300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/04/feeling-blue.html' title='feeling blue'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-1575725908195699013</id><published>2007-04-27T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T16:55:47.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost damned</title><content type='html'>Friday..the last day of the week..&lt;br /&gt;was really busy for the entire week.&lt;br /&gt;Party for mum for consecutive 2 days, wednesday was for mum and cheesiang(my cousin).Thursday night for mum.&lt;br /&gt;We went to pumproom yesterday, was really fun; dad, mum, alvin, qien,khim,buck,doris,martin(late),this indian guy(whoever he is) and meijun.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what!! this two thai guys actually wanna dance with us! and they thought we are all from the same school!(for your info, my mum is 40 years old, and people thought she is of my age, does that mean i look old?!?)&lt;br /&gt;And one big thing, my dad swayed with my mum, hand-on-waist kinda thing, doris and martin too..but not me and alvin!! haha!! baby you can actually dance man!!! you had fun didn't you!&lt;br /&gt;Well one thing sucked!&lt;br /&gt;well which is morning issue, which is my personal issue..preferably not shared down here. But i guess mum was really upset about me.I disappointed her like completely..&lt;br /&gt;Man! I love my mummy!!&lt;br /&gt;Sad day huh.. But thanks to veronica!! you took everything away! i love you! this pretty girl dark hair with red streaks! You rock!&lt;br /&gt;well you too lil alvie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-1575725908195699013?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/1575725908195699013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=1575725908195699013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/1575725908195699013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/1575725908195699013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/04/almost-damned.html' title='almost damned'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-1700975000367352784</id><published>2007-04-16T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:54:34.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid lecturers!</title><content type='html'>new day of school..new classmates..new troubles..&lt;br /&gt;monday blues..&lt;br /&gt;lecturer commenting my hair..say that it looks like a wig..&lt;br /&gt;and everybody laughing at me..&lt;br /&gt;this is call goth..punk..emo!!!!you guys don't know style and this is what i like..so why don't you all f*** off&lt;br /&gt;i got really pissed..&lt;br /&gt;lots of my classmates don't like me i guess..the way i talk..the way i dress...maybe its like a laughing stock...i hate my life like this..&lt;br /&gt;i hate school...i hate you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-1700975000367352784?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/1700975000367352784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=1700975000367352784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/1700975000367352784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/1700975000367352784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/04/stupid-lecturers.html' title='stupid lecturers!'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-9060652030652512549</id><published>2007-04-11T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T11:25:50.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow the big day</title><content type='html'>neglected my blog somehow from the starting of the month till now..&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the day i've been looking forward for so long to.. i'm so happy that you know.. i can actually be with him kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;the first time in my life i stay out with my friends in a chalet..so happy..&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will the 12th of april, which is also the 3rd month since our 1st date.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited! will be out purchasing the stuff and everything!&lt;br /&gt;ha! and alvin will be going to his class chalet later! i guess he will enjoy lots huh.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;oh ya isk!!! i'm the band manager for century of romance!! and lets start jamming soon!! i can't wait to end this holiday and meet you in school!! ahhhh~haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-9060652030652512549?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/9060652030652512549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=9060652030652512549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/9060652030652512549'/><link rel='self' 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noodles..&lt;br /&gt;then sleep...&lt;br /&gt;was a boring day except for the out with dad and mum part..&lt;br /&gt;nothing much for today's post though....&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;i kinda hate friday already...&lt;br /&gt;cos it leaves me lotsa space to ponder and think...&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me what i am doing..cos its basically nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think curfews is spoiling both my friendship and my relationship..&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i can stay out late too..for once...because u liked it...&lt;br /&gt;my mood is kinda lousy today...i should sleep and forget about being lonely and miserable..&lt;br /&gt;sick and moody...&lt;br /&gt;i can't do anything right..&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;might as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!i'm just feeling sour...thats all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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daddad'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-6942888092536781798</id><published>2007-03-26T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:55:46.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday disaster</title><content type='html'>yesterday was steph's birthday party and its a 21st one, really memorable.&lt;br /&gt;i think she was quite disappointed with the present i gave her..especially that stupid tiara.&lt;br /&gt;lame stuff i know..damn..and i guess i talked too much..like my jokes are really funny but i think they are not..i'm such an irritating person.. only disgrace people...and guess what?!?i'm just trying to be myself..and myself...either you accept me or don't, end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help out today, both me and my mum are sick..down with fever..argh...don't know what to do for the whole day...damn....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-6942888092536781798?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/6942888092536781798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=6942888092536781798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/6942888092536781798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/6942888092536781798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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I don't think so i make it..because of the genre they play..alternative or maybe punk..&lt;br /&gt;and i realise that i can't sing punk for nuts..maybe really can't..need professional training or whatsoever..&lt;br /&gt;and eugene said i'm good for goth..evanescence and lacuna coil and nightwish kinda thing..but really..i don't wanna do just that...&lt;br /&gt;fuck..really don't know what to do..i'll just give up since i don't have any talents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045507741245147330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RgU-jvRmiMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fSDtHobGek8/s320/100_1883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went for lunch at sweet recipe with alvin..really light one..ha! and then for movies with his friends.. TMNT..teenage mutant ninja turtles..really cute ok!! i love raphael..so so cool!!!Love his weapons..and he's the 2nd brother!!!!!!!!bad tempered and fucked up attitude..&lt;br /&gt;then to dinner..&lt;br /&gt;awww..so romantic..candlelit dinner with baby boy..at jack's place..and its closing down soon..&lt;br /&gt;and had pictures taken...and were really sweet!!!! love love!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045508226576451794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RgU-__RmiNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/D1h0RaJ_J2s/s320/100_1886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-3813513752748451820?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/3813513752748451820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=3813513752748451820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/3813513752748451820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/3813513752748451820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/03/gothic-voice.html' title='gothic voice?!?'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RgU-jvRmiMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fSDtHobGek8/s72-c/100_1883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-1220606449858311874</id><published>2007-03-15T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:43:13.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>days that haven't been blogged!</title><content type='html'>15th march&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working at mama's shop today, can't find a job so i gave up and cashier at mum's.The day wasn't so bad,was boring though..but overall..its alright..missed him...another day to go..&lt;br /&gt;aunt doris..buck..natasha, pat and lil javern came to my house!! he is so adorable..2 year old kid so cute!! he loves me..played with me alil..but he went home early..leaving me with my notebook..sitting side by side with natasha typing our way..updating blogs and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;waiting for him to call..he should be finished by now..12.29 already...&lt;br /&gt;where are you................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046211514586269922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rge-ovRmiOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/EuZvbh8DJYs/s320/IMG_6259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th march&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with alvin and his brother(MOFO), he's so cute and everything, and everyone knows that he love Benjamin!! you know!! Ben!! the guy, mama say that he's funny! wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;anyways he and his oversized NIKE T-shirt,ichigo chain, baggy jeans,a small lil bag and nike shoes! seriously! sooooo cuteeeeee!!!!and a cool boy too!! look at all the "stunts" he does! hilarious....&lt;br /&gt;alright alright..&lt;br /&gt;i was waiting under their block, as usual, waiting for alvie to change(my chipmunk is always stoning at his closet, thinking of what to wear, but it worth you waiting,because he really looks cute and handsome after that...so ladies! tips: please don't complain if your boy is a metro or someone who loves to look at himself infront of the mirror, because he's trying to look handsome for you!*wink* trust me, he does!)&lt;br /&gt;so we were all quiet and don't dare to talk at all, its not the 1st time i see kendrick, 2nd time, but we hardly talk!hope he loves the jellybeans i gave him though he tell me that he has stomach upset after having them..argh! wanna slap him in the face! but when i look at that cute lil face that resembles baby alvie..i melted..awww!!!&lt;br /&gt;got the tickets for "happily never after" at cineleisure, we head off to heeren after long considerations of where to go for lunch..VILLAGE!fish and wedges for baby kendrick and rosti for baby alvie(awww i love calling them babies! i'm announcing! i have two boyfriends now! one of the age of 19 and the other one is 10! right..sorry i'll take that back, well..can i keep them both?????*puppy eyes*)&lt;br /&gt;and for myself sashimi and scallops! yummy! kendrick took chocolate moouse for dessert!sweet!(have i told anybody that i have sweet tooth?!?)&lt;br /&gt;and hey! we are opening up, we started to talk a little..(baby..kendrick's not weird..he's funny)and i talked him into taking photos with that statue specty cow outside village.really cute!no doubt! took pictures together,3 of us!wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;and guess what!kendrick's just like alvin! they love to buy stuff!! and kendrick here bought a lil torch from action city!&lt;br /&gt;we went for the movie after that!!!i think i neglected kendrick..because i kinda sticked to alvin all the time..i hope he understands the movie though,no subtitle at all..&lt;br /&gt;i like it when alvin nag at kendrick sometimes..it seems like alvin doesn't want this brother..but actually he loves him..its always outta concern..like asking him whether he understands the movie..or when he ask him whether he's bored and when he ask me to hold him, when crossing the road and everything! i love it! something about alvin that i'm really proud of and something i'm really fond of!!!!!! a good brother indeed..&lt;br /&gt;shopping around the place..i held his..lil hand..so cute..&lt;br /&gt;why am i so happy about bringing him around..one answer!! because i want siblings!! always alone from young till now..so its not surprise that i'm excited about bringing him out..and his holidays' ending..&lt;br /&gt;but this saturday will be all about me and alvin so..ya! thanks for taking off days for me!! really appreciate and really felt cherished and loved! thank you baby!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046212051457181938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rge_H_RmiPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/VFdh6MRtVXI/s320/IMG_6257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-1220606449858311874?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/1220606449858311874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=1220606449858311874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-1211945569168793060</id><published>2007-03-11T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T11:19:51.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miserable sunday</title><content type='html'>BBQ was last night, really excited about it and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;got to meet ben, joy,alv again..though its wee seng's birthday(last night was the 1st time i meet him)&lt;br /&gt;ben taught me how to fly a kite yesterday, ha! was really fun and stuff, now i know how to fly one already..&lt;br /&gt;wind was really strong yesterday..ha! everyone's hair were in a mess..except for ben's..(short hair)&lt;br /&gt;but...the birthday turn out to be a disaster..got everyone upset..&lt;br /&gt;and spirits were dampened..&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't feeling really well last night due to my sensitive stomach, that kept churning and result to me vomiting after i return back home.&lt;br /&gt;i went back with Joy after that, and...haiz...wasn't really pleased with Alv..&lt;br /&gt;my selfishness and all..&lt;br /&gt;kept thinking and pondering...a bad habit of mine...really thought that i really can't do anything for him anymore..cried while taking a shower..cried to sleep..and woke up crying.. i can't believe this is hurting me so bad..&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is the 1st time..i adore someone this bad..i kept filling his bottle..but left mine uncorked and empty..i know he's doing the same for me...and i'm really happy..but what was wrong me last night..its not the 1st time i have to go back alone..why do i have to feel those ways..i think i really rely on him too much that i forgot about who i was..me not being independent enough, not strong enough..&lt;br /&gt;leaving emo aside..this is miserable..clutching my chest while cry to sleep..he's not hurting me i know..i'm just letting my thoughts go wild again..let it wander around..hurting myself with whatever thats not happening..&lt;br /&gt;wondering what would happen if someone who is in his arms wasn't me..what if one day..he says he had enough of my nonsense..&lt;br /&gt;i know that this is not the same...this thing...this bond..this covenant..this relationship between is really different..positively.. everything is working fine..&lt;br /&gt;but because of my jealousy..selfishness..self-centeredness..every inch of me is bearing this guilt...i feel like taking back everything i say......to him.......but we know..that this have to be settled..we gotta have a talk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-1211945569168793060?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/1211945569168793060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>laptop big fuck</title><content type='html'>morning started gloomy as usual..&lt;br /&gt;mornings always don't turn out right..now i was wishing how fine it will be if theres school..&lt;br /&gt;there are always unnecessary problems created..nobody understands why..&lt;br /&gt;if my parents would one day stop raising their voice..like i said..i understand english and i'm not deaf so don't raise your voices..its me..sometimes..me and my attitude..&lt;br /&gt;felt really irritated if i'm force doing things i don't wanna do..&lt;br /&gt;and my parents have a major problem!!!&lt;br /&gt;which they don't listen to kids..and why?&lt;br /&gt;because i'm not an adult..&lt;br /&gt;because whatever comes out from my mouth is simply rubbish...&lt;br /&gt;like..as if...i shouldn't even be in this family..because Yvonne HAS NO SAY!!&lt;br /&gt;and it always seems that she is the one creating all the troubles...&lt;br /&gt;mum and dad..i'll apologise if i lost my temper this morning!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but...do u even apologise if you are the people who lose it to me 1st?&lt;br /&gt;well.. i hardly argue back nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;just ignore those unnecessary stuff you always say..&lt;br /&gt;like:&lt;br /&gt;saying i'm hopeless&lt;br /&gt;or.. to compare me and some shit..&lt;br /&gt;not helping out or whatsoever..&lt;br /&gt;attitude problem...&lt;br /&gt;saying that i should go back to my biological father...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let me tell you...if you want me to go back to him...i would rather die...&lt;br /&gt;guess what..i will cut my wrist....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-709112500230814255?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/709112500230814255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><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-32656085.post-8049675416947734295</id><published>2007-03-01T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:43:14.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oasis shoot photos are up!!!</title><content type='html'>The photos are up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not really nice but here to show u some: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Reb5Kb2Q31I/AAAAAAAAAHE/c8g4e4sUeZc/s1600-h/SMG_4322b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036987190929842002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Reb5Kb2Q31I/AAAAAAAAAHE/c8g4e4sUeZc/s320/SMG_4322b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Theres more but....ha! only show u guys this 2!!haha!!! my favourites!&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-2185077989196990376</id><published>2007-02-25T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T19:55:14.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spending my day studying</title><content type='html'>studying on a sunday..&lt;br /&gt;kinda tired though..rested in between, watching gokusen again..&lt;br /&gt;didn't really open my mouth to talk for the whole day..ha!&lt;br /&gt;obviously no one to talk to..became a little emo after that, sitting at a corner..thinking about some rubbish..not really rubbish..but stuff just run through my stupid peabrain..&lt;br /&gt;alright alright alright..i guess its called stoning!!!&lt;br /&gt;whatever..&lt;br /&gt;wondering what is lynn and steph doing...&lt;br /&gt;wondering are we still meeting up to study and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda hungry but i'll get some junkfood to eat later(unhealthy cny goodies)&lt;br /&gt;Mum's going to have a romantic dinner with daddy..wearing this purple dress(or top???though theres no bottom..fine fine...lets make it a dress.. right...)&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? the food lover me..doesn't want to go along!!!!hA!! thats the 1st time!!!&lt;br /&gt;i feel so tired...so so tired...i think i better go take my pills...argh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-2185077989196990376?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/2185077989196990376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=2185077989196990376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/2185077989196990376'/><link rel='self' 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chinese new year is really...emo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;talking about tears..&lt;br /&gt;heres a song.. kuroi namida(black tears) from NANA the movie soundtrack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oN0XqJUwLCQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oN0XqJUwLCQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-7055509486068181368?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/7055509486068181368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-32656085.post-1274638409559496299</id><published>2007-02-14T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:43:17.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>10 am in the morning~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; My morning is being ruined by my mum.&lt;br /&gt;She started scolding me early in the morning, fuck my forgetfulness..&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to switch off the lights last night, i haven't done my fucking chores..&lt;br /&gt;i didn't accompany her to buy stocks and stuff for chinese new year..&lt;br /&gt;she likes to beat around the bush..give me bloody hints like i understand..aww man like come on..just go straight to the point..&lt;br /&gt;my date is at 2.30pm, i still have time..and why don't she tell me that..like a day before..fucking communication barrier..fuck that man..she doesn't talk to me at all like seriously..she doesn't know whats going through in my life..&lt;br /&gt;and why does she have to control every step i take..&lt;br /&gt;what i wanna do..what i wanna say..where i wanna go..&lt;br /&gt;and why does she always have to get stepdad involve..&lt;br /&gt;its not like i do something bad..&lt;br /&gt;i don't club..i don't smoke..i don't rob..i don't drink much, i don't get hangovers(like fuck i don't drink)i don't sleep around..i don't do drugs...then whats wrong with me...&lt;br /&gt;and i that bad?!? why compare me with others..to tell her the truth...all my classmates except for jiangling and me clubs...AND I FUCKING DON'T!! and i hate to...all the smoke..all that techno...&lt;br /&gt;i go to rock concerts only!!!! like seriously nothing wrong with that..and thats what i love to do!! my guitar, my band..MY LIFE!!! and can you imagine like my concerts start at 2pm in the afternoon!!! imagine that scorching sun..&lt;br /&gt;Mum!!! seriously!!! stop doing this to me..i'm not a 5 year old kid..i can take care of myself like seriously i can!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm not stupid...&lt;br /&gt;and my valentine morning is ruined!!! and i'm damn emo now like i wanna kill myself again...slit bleed cry and DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14th February (Valentine's Day Afternoon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lynn and Steph came to my house, helped me with my stuff..doll me up a little..ha ha ha ha..it looks like as if i'm getting married. ha! they wore this white top that looks identical, so its like as if they are my bridesmaid. And i'm the bride of the day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm like so excited, trying to get my last bit of the album done! Bought a bouquet and its for decoration purposes!!! can you imagine a bouquet just for that purpose! ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it looks really pretty, but the black box is extremely big.So he delayed a little, not disappointing at all, because i haven't finish decorating the box yet so..i'm glad he delayed..but that doesn't mean i don't wanna see him!!&lt;br /&gt;and in the train we were like taking pictures like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdU1quMW_lI/AAAAAAAAADk/RJ1dtyZgHYY/s1600-h/100_1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031987166727044690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdU1quMW_lI/AAAAAAAAADk/RJ1dtyZgHYY/s320/100_1702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-----&gt; So nervous, going to meet him soon!!! ahhh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;present for him~&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdU2IOMW_mI/AAAAAAAAADs/8vIhw3-rPhQ/s1600-h/100_1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031987673533185634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdU2IOMW_mI/AAAAAAAAADs/8vIhw3-rPhQ/s320/100_1706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdU2luMW_nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CJTeFk2IyKc/s1600-h/100_1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031988180339326578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdU2luMW_nI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CJTeFk2IyKc/s320/100_1714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;me and besties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&gt; I'm goth princess today!!&lt;br /&gt;and they left me with my prince&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;So there is he standing looking cute and charming and everything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhhhh~~~~~my emo prince!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we watched GHOST RIDER and it was really fantastic!!! like seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdU3hOMW_oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FsWghjHaKPk/s1600-h/IMG_5864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031989202541543042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdU3hOMW_oI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FsWghjHaKPk/s320/IMG_5864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at cineleisure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are going to watch it already!! yaaa!&lt;br /&gt;and we were like going &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" aww man!! i can't believe that this is happening!! its valentine's already!! our 1st 1st valentine's!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he is my valentine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------6.45pm at The restaurant(WARAKU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdU3-OMW_pI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YDjyyOujcUk/s1600-h/IMG_5875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031989700757749394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdU3-OMW_pI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YDjyyOujcUk/s320/IMG_5875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he gave me a coffin!!! ahhhh!!! perfect for a goth princess here..ha! and its studded!!ahhhh!!! and there i'm reading what he wrote me! and its so sweet like totally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdU4zeMW_qI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8MgvKyxIJ7g/s1600-h/IMG_5877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031990615585783458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdU4zeMW_qI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8MgvKyxIJ7g/s320/IMG_5877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look how touched am i? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;speechless totally!! love what i received~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdU5aOMW_rI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OkSlgDGlXPU/s1600-h/IMG_5897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031991281305714354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdU5aOMW_rI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OkSlgDGlXPU/s320/IMG_5897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and here, this is what i've got:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-bullet for my valentine cd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-fall out boy cd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-emily the strange belt buckle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-emily the strange cd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- a stalk of red rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- and a bullet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aww man!!! i love them all~best valentine's day ever!&lt;br /&gt;and here comes our food!!! ahhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaBiuMW_sI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VlUl-nVhB4Q/s1600-h/IMG_5879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032352067148512962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaBiuMW_sI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VlUl-nVhB4Q/s320/IMG_5879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaBzOMW_tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tBZr_drk3Tw/s1600-h/IMG_5878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032352350616354514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaBzOMW_tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tBZr_drk3Tw/s320/IMG_5878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&gt; mine and that spicy seafood is his!! yummy yummy!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaCJuMW_uI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pryeOL9b0W0/s1600-h/100_1717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032352737163411170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaCJuMW_uI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pryeOL9b0W0/s320/100_1717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&gt; he love his food!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaDGeMW_vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XQ0vdd3c9S0/s1600-h/100_1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032353780840464114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaDGeMW_vI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XQ0vdd3c9S0/s320/100_1742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;now he get his present!! ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaDl-MW_wI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YpgHlsnQIqg/s1600-h/100_1740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032354322006343426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaDl-MW_wI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YpgHlsnQIqg/s320/100_1740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;----&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- a bouquet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- a sketchbook &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- a t shirt(designed by me!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope he really love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing expensive, but i hope he fancies them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaEfeMW_xI/AAAAAAAAAFg/f8YCxiJisgk/s1600-h/100_1733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032355309848821522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaEfeMW_xI/AAAAAAAAAFg/f8YCxiJisgk/s320/100_1733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&gt; now he's reading the sketchbook that goes like :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"she was a girl and he was a boy, cannot be anymore obvious" on the 1st page!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he really likes it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaGS-MW_yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4SPxns2yi3g/s1600-h/IMG_5905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032357294123712290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaGS-MW_yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4SPxns2yi3g/s320/IMG_5905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; a toast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love this picture!! really nice isn't it?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.00pm at Esplanade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaHVuMW_zI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uh1aAwVgOR0/s1600-h/100_1753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032358440879980338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaHVuMW_zI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uh1aAwVgOR0/s320/100_1753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;here we are at the cafe, having our sodas..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaIEOMW_1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/H63MODZHOT4/s1600-h/100_1755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032359239743897426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaIEOMW_1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/H63MODZHOT4/s320/100_1755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaITuMW_2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/41enkWKiWJ0/s1600-h/100_1773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032359506031869794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdaITuMW_2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/41enkWKiWJ0/s320/100_1773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----&gt; and here it is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&gt; the picture of the day!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-1274638409559496299?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/1274638409559496299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=1274638409559496299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/1274638409559496299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/1274638409559496299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentine-morning-being-ruined.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdU1quMW_lI/AAAAAAAAADk/RJ1dtyZgHYY/s72-c/100_1702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-1911652657793120855</id><published>2007-02-13T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:43:19.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the days i've missed blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6th of february&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCR_uMW_bI/AAAAAAAAABs/Hehz8XCXcXI/s1600-h/100_1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030681307690499506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCR_uMW_bI/AAAAAAAAABs/Hehz8XCXcXI/s320/100_1620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went for guitar lessons and guess what?!? my teacher said i skipped two lessons and i'm able to play some songs!!! ha! beginner stage gone~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i have outdoor shoots at Oasis palace today..great stuff!!!!!pictures not out yet but heres 1 of it at my modelling agency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! gotta know this guy who looks like a korean star, baeyongjun..but who cares..ha~ he had shoots with me like as in a couple kind..but me totally not interested in him..he kinda suck a little..well i have someone in mind already..so shoooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;manage to meet alv at night..yup!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;7th February&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;laala~~watched bullet for valentine's concert dvd with alv.. kept roaring though..wonderful day yeah! i cooked 20 tanyuans and we stuffed ourselves with it until we are really full..became really hungry after that..had dinner at my neighbourhood community centre, buddy hoaggies.. and then there goes my mum again!!!! rawr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCT3uMW_cI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kP4jYiMq028/s1600-h/IMG_5662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030683369274801602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCT3uMW_cI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kP4jYiMq028/s320/IMG_5662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i look so sleepy! ha! was tired though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8th February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to help out over at my mum's shop till i realise theres SAD class that day.. after that i went over to far east to get my stuff done..not gonna tell you what, only on wednesday will let you know.ha! well but lynn and steph knows already!!! ha! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well met up with alv to go over to TP to watch a gig, with Joy!!!(i mean a friend named, JOY!)So we had dinner together in her school, to realise that her school canteens are all closed, but we still manage to get food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gig was awesome..know so much from Joy, as in about herself..and we were like supporting her bestfriend, Emily..not the strange, she was really cool, singing songs from maroon5,evanescence and no doubt..i felt really inferior after that and realise how useless i was.. like i can only sing, but its only above average..not good at all..i can't do anything other than sing..but Alv let me felt better after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i decided to improve myself, and i find that my voice range is actually quite broad..but my voice is really still goth metal..nightwish,evanescence.lacuna coil, within temptation kind..like really opera-ish kinda thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i was really happy that i can really hit notes that some can't..i can still sing paramore's, flyleaf, avril and many others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm happy with what i have already, but still lotsa rooms for improvements..this gig really taught me lots!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCX3uMW_dI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CdT7LGULUJQ/s1600-h/IMG_5800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030687767321312722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCX3uMW_dI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CdT7LGULUJQ/s320/IMG_5800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCYo-MW_eI/AAAAAAAAACE/ai8ar-r52Fw/s1600-h/IMG_5819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030688613429870050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCYo-MW_eI/AAAAAAAAACE/ai8ar-r52Fw/s320/IMG_5819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9th February&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we met for breakfast! Went to fareast again!!! he bought cradle of fith's concert dvd! it was like really awesome kinda thing!!!! CRADLE OF FITLH!!! ITS LIKE CRADLE OF FILTH!!!! and i bought my nightwish!!! awesome stuff too.. you know like NIGHTWISH!!! and i manage to get my stuff done! i was like so happy because its done la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCabeMW_fI/AAAAAAAAACM/2CVMxeenlgA/s1600-h/IMG_5831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030690580524891634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCabeMW_fI/AAAAAAAAACM/2CVMxeenlgA/s320/IMG_5831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCbCOMW_gI/AAAAAAAAACU/lfEk0xM1LVg/s1600-h/100_1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030691246244822530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCbCOMW_gI/AAAAAAAAACU/lfEk0xM1LVg/s320/100_1649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really great photos huh!!!!that one is stupid! ha! me and my stupid face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th February&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th date with Alv huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a last minute kinda thing!! and we had soup spoon!! yeah!!! went over the place to look for valentine's dining places..but still waraku the best!!! ha!! saw the cosplay cafe and i told him i wanna work there..it seems so cute, the outfit is! woohoo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he bought a shirt, i bought a dress at bugis, refugee's again..ha! my dress costs only 19 bucks like damn cheap and really nice kinda thing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we bought some valentine's gifts for our close friends, and damn i won a stupid notebook..aww man..stupid luck of mine..i though i could get the movie tickets..argh!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully be able to get that pendant! ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last bellydance lesson!!!!yeah!!! more saturday nights then~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCgU-MW_jI/AAAAAAAAACs/3vY4Uco9WEA/s1600-h/100_1657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030697065925508658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCgU-MW_jI/AAAAAAAAACs/3vY4Uco9WEA/s320/100_1657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCg3uMW_kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bUI4MdvHzR0/s1600-h/100_1666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030697662925962818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCg3uMW_kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bUI4MdvHzR0/s320/100_1666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11th February&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;working working working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12th February&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is almost the best monday ever!!! no more blues at all..no school like fuck school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and theres him! we watched cradle of filth, not till the end! ha!half way kinda thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCcf-MW_hI/AAAAAAAAACc/67ZthhlD0-c/s1600-h/100_1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030692856857558546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCcf-MW_hI/AAAAAAAAACc/67ZthhlD0-c/s320/100_1696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;had dinner at MOS burger with lynn and alv..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;met veronica at PS..working and we were like ahhhhhhhhh long time no see kinda thing!!! ha ha! but she's cool...we are two gothic girls..ha!! hail two goth princesses!!!! la la la~ lynn was like totally lost kinda thing!!! i went home and she was like saying, "what is goth ah? or is it golf??" ha! whatever that is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCeJ-MW_iI/AAAAAAAAACk/axYULXocG3E/s1600-h/100_1693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030694677923692066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCeJ-MW_iI/AAAAAAAAACk/axYULXocG3E/s320/100_1693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-1911652657793120855?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/1911652657793120855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=1911652657793120855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/1911652657793120855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/1911652657793120855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/02/days-ive-missed-blogging.html' title='the days i&apos;ve missed blogging'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RdCR_uMW_bI/AAAAAAAAABs/Hehz8XCXcXI/s72-c/100_1620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-2117939525446920776</id><published>2007-02-06T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:43:19.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kbox?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RcdadZoEgbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/J5zGf9ZIvy0/s1600-h/100_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028086970124108210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RcdadZoEgbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/J5zGf9ZIvy0/s320/100_1595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RcdaG5oEgaI/AAAAAAAAABI/_taM0NtQwaM/s1600-h/100_1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i had fun in kbox with lynn and alan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rcdc6ZoEgcI/AAAAAAAAABY/sxNXbgAtxg0/s1600-h/100_1619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028089667363570114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/Rcdc6ZoEgcI/AAAAAAAAABY/sxNXbgAtxg0/s320/100_1619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its been so long since i last sang so many mandarin songs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i almost die inside..because we kept singing and singing till theres nothing to sing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pathetic huh..but we have fun..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate the way i hold the mic..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-2117939525446920776?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/2117939525446920776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=2117939525446920776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/2117939525446920776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/2117939525446920776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/02/kbox.html' title='kbox?!?'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RcdadZoEgbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/J5zGf9ZIvy0/s72-c/100_1595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-5880376636288158343</id><published>2007-02-04T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T00:37:57.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song for the day</title><content type='html'>This is the song for the day!&lt;br /&gt;ha!my favourite avril's song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall to pieces(by avril lavigne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_QifZBkQrM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_QifZBkQrM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/32656085-5880376636288158343?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/5880376636288158343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=5880376636288158343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/5880376636288158343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/5880376636288158343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/02/song-for-day.html' title='song for the day'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-6998944123795840712</id><published>2007-02-03T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:43:20.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday's here again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RcSxZZoEgVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VqSutxqK03k/s1600-h/100_1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027338133986115922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RcSxZZoEgVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VqSutxqK03k/s320/100_1516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went out with alv again today, collected my red shirt(oversized), bought new accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we had lunch at island's cafe, had crayfish horfun and crayfish laksa! ha! its saturday, but we ate such food.ha! but its really really nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; I'm trying to be a professional photographer and i took this picture of his hand(alv,your hand's really not natural leh..haha...next time take again ok?he wanted to point middlefinger at 1st..naughty boy) and 2 glasses of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RcSyhZoEgWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ihF_xN1aRXY/s1600-h/100_1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027339370936697186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RcSyhZoEgWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ihF_xN1aRXY/s320/100_1517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;----&gt; he took a pic of me, and thats my crayfish seafood horfun and my glass of hot chocolate!!(craving for chocolates huh)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RcSy_JoEgXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OcLbEPunCpY/s1600-h/100_1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027339882037805426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RcSy_JoEgXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OcLbEPunCpY/s320/100_1520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;----&gt; My favourite pic of his of the day!(so adorable eating the laksa huh. Wonder why i can take such cute pictures of his huh?with my professional photography skills, of course la!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ha!Whatever!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RcSztJoEgYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FooI5UKEqb8/s1600-h/100_1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027340672311787906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RcSztJoEgYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FooI5UKEqb8/s320/100_1530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;---&gt; after the hearty meal of ours, here comes chocolate fondue!!!(ahhhh~chocolate again!!!) i squeak alot of times while eating, heavenly it was~awww...and theres plenty of bananas, my favourite too!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RcS0j5oEgZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uCB7B4zXyRQ/s1600-h/100_1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027341612909625746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RcS0j5oEgZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uCB7B4zXyRQ/s320/100_1538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;----&gt; He says this picture is kinda like "wu jian dao", ha! i never watch the show. but we sure do look alike huh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-6998944123795840712?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/6998944123795840712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=6998944123795840712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/6998944123795840712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/6998944123795840712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/02/saturdays-here-again.html' title='saturday&apos;s here again'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/___IGiXs8qPc/RcSxZZoEgVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VqSutxqK03k/s72-c/100_1516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-426558502422529449</id><published>2007-02-01T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T13:10:55.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>test test test</title><content type='html'>having mock test now, and what am i doing.&lt;br /&gt;updating my blog, because i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;amos told me theres a gig tomorrow, but i doubt i can even go.&lt;br /&gt;planning where to go during the holidays, well.. the exams are coming.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna enjoy myself, screw all the tests and exams.its making my fever coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flu and fever and cough..i'm so sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna buy more clothes!&lt;br /&gt;i'm a shoppaholic now and an alviholic!(theres no such word by the way,i made that up!)&lt;br /&gt;i want more shirts(that red shirt!!!!, its a guy shirt, so sad!)&lt;br /&gt;i want suspender, vest, skinny black jeans, and more more more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man my crams are killing me..&lt;br /&gt;ooops gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;my test's starting!!!&lt;br /&gt;bye!\m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-426558502422529449?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/426558502422529449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=426558502422529449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/426558502422529449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/426558502422529449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/02/test-test-test.html' title='test test test'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-1978812528801621439</id><published>2007-02-01T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T10:44:31.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still in muse mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TOqlDXO-l7I"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TOqlDXO-l7I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;My favourite muse's song!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aww!! i love them!~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-1978812528801621439?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/1978812528801621439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=1978812528801621439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/1978812528801621439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/1978812528801621439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/02/still-in-muse-mode.html' title='still in muse mode'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-5579164662704047655</id><published>2007-01-23T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T14:30:53.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in school now rotting</title><content type='html'>the guitar lesson was quite ok, really excited just now.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me homework, to practice c,am,dm and a few more. So i can switch the notes really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Music really needs a lot of practices and patience.Its because the more i rush the more i can't stumble.&lt;br /&gt;I think he's really a good teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Heres his website if you guys wanna get a private guitar/keyboard tutor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.kenmusic.cjb.net&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;                                            he basically teaches everything.like..&lt;br /&gt;he teaches classical,pop and electric...and furthermore, one of my favourites, composing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i'm advertising. ha!&lt;br /&gt;believe me, hes really good, he's kinda old though.&lt;br /&gt;Rotting in the lab now(i don't have class today),&lt;br /&gt;doing my projects, and yup blogging this.&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda lazy to do my vb now.&lt;br /&gt;its so boring!&lt;br /&gt;well..no grumbling..&lt;br /&gt;gotta go do work~&lt;br /&gt;gotta run~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-32656085.post-1769584627676197262</id><published>2007-01-23T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:25:38.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guitar lessons</title><content type='html'>my first guitar lessons ever~ starts today&lt;br /&gt;ROAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;going over now!!! i wanna shred!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-1769584627676197262?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/1769584627676197262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>weak sunday</title><content type='html'>I lost my best buddy, someone who cares about me,who spent my last birthday with me..bought me bracelet and timberland shoes.&lt;br /&gt;He's someone who brought me to a japanese restaurant that he likes alot..He's someone who shares alot of his problems with me and made a promise that he will get healed no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;but now he's gone, God chose to take him with Him..&lt;br /&gt;and i've been really devastated the whole morning, unable to fight my tears, unable to have a proper meal.Ate only a meal today..but what i've been through can't be compared to what he's been through..&lt;br /&gt;3 years of leukemia, made him suffer like nuts, but now he's free from it,and i believe he's in heaven..&lt;br /&gt;but no matter what he's always in my heart,the one i adore and the one i miss the most..i owe him lots..and while he's alive, i didn't make it up to him..and now he's gone..i can only live to my fullest for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this song by flyleaf is dedicated to him and i edited a few words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his headaches are constant increasing in pain&lt;br /&gt;each passing day&lt;br /&gt;he cant even manage to stand on his own its gotten so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think in saying theres no use in praying&lt;br /&gt;but still he bows his head&lt;br /&gt;so he can say&lt;br /&gt;thank you for just one more day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supernatural patience&lt;br /&gt;graces his face&lt;br /&gt;and his voice never raises&lt;br /&gt;all that, of a love, never let go of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has every reason to throw up her fists in the face of her God who let her dear son die&lt;br /&gt;through all the prayers and tears, he still passed in pain anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you think in saying theres no use in praying&lt;br /&gt;but still she bows her head&lt;br /&gt;so she can say&lt;br /&gt;thank you for ending his pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supernatural patience&lt;br /&gt;graces her face&lt;br /&gt;and her voice never raises &lt;br /&gt;all that of a love never let go of&lt;br /&gt;never let go of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has tear sheds away&lt;br /&gt;what's left behind is pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-6813981850962880285?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/6813981850962880285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=6813981850962880285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/6813981850962880285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/6813981850962880285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/01/weak-sunday.html' title='weak sunday'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-4186760911987702590</id><published>2007-01-10T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:49:50.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday</title><content type='html'>Wednesday is one of my favourite days&lt;br /&gt;early release, but its not only that&lt;br /&gt;more reasons to that but yup..shall keep it to myself~&lt;br /&gt;shhh~&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;so i did quite alot of my projects today and went to cut my bangs after that&lt;br /&gt;my bangs kinda suck now&lt;br /&gt;it looks kinda hideous i think&lt;br /&gt;maybe yes, and maybe not?!?&lt;br /&gt;whatever..i'm crapping&lt;br /&gt;oh!&lt;br /&gt;i got bitten by mosquitoes all over my leg..&lt;br /&gt;my legs already this ugly, and the bloody mosquitoes still wants to add more scars to them&lt;br /&gt;damn the mosquitoes..&lt;br /&gt;but i had a great dinner there at bottletree's..its actually somewhere deserted at sembawang, but its a great place to eat&lt;br /&gt;oh and before that, i kinda went back to the shop with alv,and we were like crapping everywhere as usual?!? ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-4186760911987702590?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/4186760911987702590/comments/default' title='Post 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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-32656085.post-6273355367141692093</id><published>2007-01-06T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:47:40.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 posts in a day</title><content type='html'>God damn its saturday~&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for the next saturday!!!&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from my class,so tough but em..ya i admit its quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;i watched blood diamond with my church friends and its like so em..violent..and i cried.(k fine. its not scary, but i hate to see people die)&lt;br /&gt;i'm an emo not a sadist.&lt;br /&gt;whatever..&lt;br /&gt;so that stupid diamond movie was about this pink diamond which costs 20million pounds(i can't remember its 2million or 20million..whatever), so its like normal civilians&lt;br /&gt;got killed and shot by the opposition party in africa, and so many people are killed all the time because of diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;so one my church friend says that women costs this to happen which is not so true because i don't like diamond at all..haha..&lt;br /&gt;no diamonds for people anymore. one small carat of diamond costs thousands of people's life so might as well not buy it.&lt;br /&gt;i like pearl and crystals, well not diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya whatever, back to the saturday thingy, i have a song here call saturday, and this is totally how i feel today~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-fall out boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good to go&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going nowhere fast&lt;br /&gt;It could be worse&lt;br /&gt;I could be taking you there with me (with me)&lt;br /&gt;I'm good to go&lt;br /&gt;But it looks like I'm still on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good to go&lt;br /&gt;For something golden&lt;br /&gt;Though the motions I've been going through have failed&lt;br /&gt;And I'm coasting on potential towards a wall&lt;br /&gt;At a hundred miles an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say...&lt;br /&gt;Two more weeks&lt;br /&gt;My foot is in the door (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;When these open doors were open-ended&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;When these open doors were open-ended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria&lt;br /&gt;with promise and precision and we'll mess up youthful innocence&lt;br /&gt;And I read about the afterlife&lt;br /&gt;But I never really lived more than an hour (more than an hour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say...&lt;br /&gt;Two more weeks&lt;br /&gt;My foot is in the door (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;When these open doors were open-ended&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;When these open doors were open-ended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I read about the afterlife&lt;br /&gt;But I never really lived&lt;br /&gt;And I read about the afterlife&lt;br /&gt;But I never really lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more weeks&lt;br /&gt;My foot is in the door&lt;br /&gt;Me and Pete&lt;br /&gt;In the wake of Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;When these open doors were open-ended&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;When these open doors were open-ended&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Saturday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-6273355367141692093?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/6273355367141692093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=6273355367141692093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/6273355367141692093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/6273355367141692093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/01/3-posts-in-day.html' title='3 posts in a day'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-8847485949285217994</id><published>2007-01-06T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T09:22:34.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored bored bored</title><content type='html'>morning again~&lt;br /&gt;omg i really can't sleep..&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;i was singing phantom of the opera early in the morning and my mum&lt;br /&gt;caught me, and now she's humming the tune..&lt;br /&gt;and that song is stucked in her head~haha..&lt;br /&gt;my mum's the coolest mum ever..\m/&lt;br /&gt;i have butterflies in my stomach suddenly..&lt;br /&gt;ahhh~~its your fault..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;had a great time last night though..&lt;br /&gt;its like a dream(exaggerated)&lt;br /&gt;whatever..i really had a great time..&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy, so happy, so happy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-8847485949285217994?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/8847485949285217994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=8847485949285217994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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song is stucked in my mind, i can't get it off..&lt;br /&gt;so i thought i can post this and you know..get my band to play this..&lt;br /&gt;i really really want to jam this song, i can't wait till my new band is formed.Isk~ can we please jam some other days? Von can't wait~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YUewzQPlVjc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YUewzQPlVjc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-1570357534564969992?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/1570357534564969992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=1570357534564969992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/1570357534564969992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/1570357534564969992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/01/fully-alive.html' title='fully alive'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32656085.post-4753628686680529843</id><published>2007-01-05T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T10:46:51.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring emo day</title><content type='html'>i deleted all my old posts&lt;br /&gt;starting a new one in a brand new year&lt;br /&gt;in e-learning now, creating this rather dumb post of mine&lt;br /&gt;i've got not much new year resolutions&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that i can get really good results&lt;br /&gt;get to play my V well&lt;br /&gt;and to improve my vocals too&lt;br /&gt;and get to revive my band&lt;br /&gt;ha!! i miss my jamming days!!&lt;br /&gt;isk!&lt;br /&gt;timo!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna jam!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32656085-4753628686680529843?l=emotionalezabella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/feeds/4753628686680529843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32656085&amp;postID=4753628686680529843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/4753628686680529843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32656085/posts/default/4753628686680529843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionalezabella.blogspot.com/2007/01/boring-emo-day.html' title='boring emo day'/><author><name>evonne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01658592809085826677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
