<?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-5731085535477764360</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:39:50.576+08:00</updated><category term='can type something here'/><category term='gavin rossdale'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='az lyrics'/><title type='text'>stuttering woes.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>247</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-6506285668704300377</id><published>2011-02-22T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:28:41.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unicorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ledddsUDab1qc762no1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ledddsUDab1qc762no1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look, this is like the first post in the entire 2011 on this blog. I feel bad for not updating but oh well, I was too busy. Can't be avoided. Oh joy, it's already 11.25 pm and I am actually taking my own sweet time thinking about what to write. Heheh. Anyway, at the rate that I'm going, I don't think I'm going to be able to wake up tomorrow. Lets just see what happens and go with the flow tomorrow wheehoo. Wow, my eyes are stinging from staring at the comp for too long. Aish, I should stop soon eh. Hai, tomorrow another normal school day. Pheeweet, at least I'm having fun going high and crazy at school. Hope something interesting happens tomorrow /crosses fingers and hopes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-6506285668704300377?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6506285668704300377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=6506285668704300377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6506285668704300377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6506285668704300377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2011/02/unicorn.html' title='unicorn'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-8062308755542861572</id><published>2010-12-30T12:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:04:49.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead and gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TRwRA_z6nII/AAAAAAAAA50/kVOwGeZKmOE/s1600/20111111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TRwRA_z6nII/AAAAAAAAA50/kVOwGeZKmOE/s320/20111111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556334749095206018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2010 is coming to an end, it's super fast and 2011 is approaching. I'm kinda freaked out by that thought. I mean, soon 2011 will come to an end and it seems as it everything is happening too fast. I feel as if I haven't done anything much this year. Next year, too many stuff are going on. There's SYF and Art Fest and and and and it's the last year for mad okay that's just sad. I don't want 2010 to end omg &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Ö&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-8062308755542861572?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8062308755542861572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=8062308755542861572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8062308755542861572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8062308755542861572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/dead-and-gone.html' title='dead and gone'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TRwRA_z6nII/AAAAAAAAA50/kVOwGeZKmOE/s72-c/20111111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-3814576816434811282</id><published>2010-12-16T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:55:53.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQnOz3LQQhI/AAAAAAAAA4g/aqmLdpISY70/s1600/fool%2521.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQnOz3LQQhI/AAAAAAAAA4g/aqmLdpISY70/s320/fool%2521.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551195406090650130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nowadays, I just pick up a book and plug in my earpiece, as usual. Also, I've started to invent my own words, which apparently seems quiet cool to me. Anyway, I've noticed how people are kind of not in the mood nowadays and it's like as if they're sad or something. So, I found this quote in a book that I'm currently reading. I kinda tweaked it a little.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may seem as if life is going downhill now but it's only like one chapter of this huge book. If you make it through the next few pages, you know that this chapter will end, but that there's also a new chapter that lies ahead. There's always the chance for a new beginning. Don't ever forget that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True dat yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-3814576816434811282?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3814576816434811282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=3814576816434811282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3814576816434811282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3814576816434811282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/lonely-world.html' title='lonely world'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQnOz3LQQhI/AAAAAAAAA4g/aqmLdpISY70/s72-c/fool%2521.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-8048640309520680604</id><published>2010-12-14T16:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T16:15:22.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never be the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQckd7AJqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/TQXYQpLsMDo/s1600/little%2Bmiss%2Bskinny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQckd7AJqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/TQXYQpLsMDo/s320/little%2Bmiss%2Bskinny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550445162230556754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss the primary school days. Nowadays, I just at the balcony and look outside at the playground and just reminisce the good times together last time. Oh. My primary school life was awesome. Damn awesome. Hmmph. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I swear the world is coming to an end. y'know why? ZAC and VANESSA broke up. How depressing is that? Now, there's no guy that we all can look up to and at least know that there's such a guy living on this cruel planet. This is why I think the world is coming to an end and apparently, a handful of people agree with me on this. What a life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-8048640309520680604?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8048640309520680604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=8048640309520680604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8048640309520680604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8048640309520680604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/never-be-same.html' title='never be the same'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQckd7AJqFI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/TQXYQpLsMDo/s72-c/little%2Bmiss%2Bskinny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-6501891338530494659</id><published>2010-12-13T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T19:40:05.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worth fighting for</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Observing people has always been my hobby. I sound like a stalker muahahaha. Naaaaah, when I say people, I actually mean celebs y'know or actors or something, other than normal ordinary people on this planet. So, I went to ahemstalkahem, I mean observe skandar keynes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldbgg9SdPU1qa6ph7o1_400.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldbgg9SdPU1qa6ph7o1_400.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; the four dudes from btr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQYEikwK7aI/AAAAAAAAA4I/l-UG_0J1eRY/s1600/omgomgomgomgomg%2Bbtr..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQYEikwK7aI/AAAAAAAAA4I/l-UG_0J1eRY/s320/omgomgomgomgomg%2Bbtr..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550128582808497570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess who got my vote? skandar keynes, yes that's right. I still love kendall's blue sneakers though, but yeah skandar. Heeeee, just look at his smile. Plus, he's younger than the dudes hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-6501891338530494659?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6501891338530494659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=6501891338530494659&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6501891338530494659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6501891338530494659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/worth-fighting-for.html' title='worth fighting for'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQYEikwK7aI/AAAAAAAAA4I/l-UG_0J1eRY/s72-c/omgomgomgomgomg%2Bbtr..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-2647784119543939581</id><published>2010-12-12T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T19:12:34.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we all stumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQSsFwBuisI/AAAAAAAAA3w/R6Q4AhFjyD4/s1600/P1050996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQSsFwBuisI/AAAAAAAAA3w/R6Q4AhFjyD4/s320/P1050996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549749855618763458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For me, going to the beach doesn't only mean fun. It means getting bites from sandflies and more scars. After going to ecp again today, I have successfully gotten a heck lot of bites from sandflies and three scars on my hand. Don't ask me how I got them, just know that I got them, somehow. Hmm, anyway, it was kinda fun though wheeeeeee. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh, I've discovered that phobias are actually inherited from the previous generation. I know I know, I'm slow. -.- Anddddd, I think that sound effects are damn cool k, that sounds a little dumb. Is dumbness inherited? Hahahaha, naaaaaaw, I think I'm the only dumb and slow one in the entire family tree. Hoho, I'm going crazy already. Btw, the cuts I got are kinda deep and it's adding on to the number of scars that are going to be on my hand. Aish, it's bleeding too. Oh joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-2647784119543939581?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/2647784119543939581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=2647784119543939581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/2647784119543939581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/2647784119543939581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-all-stumble.html' title='we all stumble'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQSsFwBuisI/AAAAAAAAA3w/R6Q4AhFjyD4/s72-c/P1050996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-7641720215603843348</id><published>2010-12-10T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:23:22.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff you never thought about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQIavz9ZjcI/AAAAAAAAA3g/GbAOZSj_eKE/s1600/fuuyoh.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQIavz9ZjcI/AAAAAAAAA3g/GbAOZSj_eKE/s320/fuuyoh.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549027099577781698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, Peiyu and I have been fangirling over the same guys. FOR ONCE yay. Hahahaha, I have yet to show her more guys on the list. Okay weird heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a random note, my shift button is not working anymore. Like wth? I can't even type properly now. Pffsht. Wait, actually I can but it's must slower and troublesome and, ah you get my point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-7641720215603843348?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/7641720215603843348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=7641720215603843348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7641720215603843348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7641720215603843348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/stuff-you-never-thought-about.html' title='stuff you never thought about'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQIavz9ZjcI/AAAAAAAAA3g/GbAOZSj_eKE/s72-c/fuuyoh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-4536203097633727352</id><published>2010-12-10T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:16:37.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQIXp_ylL3I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/h5Nsg6WRkSY/s1600/tweenie%2B%2528y%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQIXp_ylL3I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/h5Nsg6WRkSY/s320/tweenie%2B%2528y%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549023701139533682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQIXpSielYI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/hYuuouTQ6Ac/s1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQIXpSielYI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/hYuuouTQ6Ac/s320/family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549023688992396674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQIXo80ykPI/AAAAAAAAA3I/nO4B4NY0glk/s1600/AMA..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQIXo80ykPI/AAAAAAAAA3I/nO4B4NY0glk/s320/AMA..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549023683163623666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fauns are hot. Yep, I mean it. Hahaha, well at least in Narnia they're hot. I like Edmund and Prince Caspian, right peiyu and rae? Hoho, so hot, but sadly, Edmund is not coming back in the next part. Hopefully, he's still hot and good-looking in the last part. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now, went to bugis with Amalina, Rae, Peiyu and Cassia. I don't think that was even significant because I bet the only people that read this useless blog is Rae and Peiyu and occasionally, Ama. So, mentioning that I went out just now was just hopeless. Anddddd i'm talking to myself again. Ah well, I had fun with them just now. Lunch was great, watching Peiyu eat so slowlyyyyyy haha, but the chocolate muffin is giving me a terrible headache aiyo -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever, it was worth it. I'll miss them next year though ): All the random and lame jokes together and laughing at stuff that other people won't find funny at all. Heh, going into the wrong toilet hahahaha. I'll never forget all those memories together &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; color: rgb(47, 47, 47); font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://imperfectsuperman-.tumblr.com/" class="header" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 20px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(47, 47, 47); text-decoration: none; "&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-4536203097633727352?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/4536203097633727352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=4536203097633727352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/4536203097633727352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/4536203097633727352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/wonderful-dreams.html' title='wonderful dreams'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQIXp_ylL3I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/h5Nsg6WRkSY/s72-c/tweenie%2B%2528y%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-3977278732498474077</id><published>2010-12-09T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T20:15:47.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQDH-6lkXqI/AAAAAAAAA3A/216rRDhAAew/s1600/fly%2Btogether.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQDH-6lkXqI/AAAAAAAAA3A/216rRDhAAew/s320/fly%2Btogether.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548654624613097122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes, I wish life would just slow down. I wanna sit down and watch the sunset. Watch the birds fly by. Watch the stars dance around the moon. I really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-3977278732498474077?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3977278732498474077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=3977278732498474077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3977278732498474077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3977278732498474077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/hero.html' title='hero'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQDH-6lkXqI/AAAAAAAAA3A/216rRDhAAew/s72-c/fly%2Btogether.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-7829030095323863082</id><published>2010-12-09T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T20:11:31.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQDDxXnzMRI/AAAAAAAAA24/YG--8ayBvFc/s1600/naaaaaah..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQDDxXnzMRI/AAAAAAAAA24/YG--8ayBvFc/s320/naaaaaah..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548649993842405650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't get why mosquitoes must suck blood. I mean, they can just suck something else, like jam or what. Because of them, I have more than five bites on my legs now. -.- pffsht. Hehehehe, but I guess it was worth it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I went cycling at ecp. The weather was nice. Seriously. The wind was like beating against my face and it wasn't that sunny, which is good yay. Rented two bikes and we took turns cycling together. Oh, then when we were returning the bike, I saw my primary school friend. Cool or what. He had a skateboard, k random. I'm just saying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing, I have to say, cycling alone at 6.45 pm is kinda freaky. Especially, when it's at some secluded place. Don't. I mean it. Hoho, I had goosebumps just now, when I was cycling alone. Luckily, it wasn't actually eerie and quiet. Phew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okaaaay, now I feel like I'm talking to some wall. Without any replies. Hah, okay I've gone delusional, just ignore this whole paragraph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-7829030095323863082?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/7829030095323863082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=7829030095323863082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7829030095323863082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7829030095323863082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/beautiful-moments.html' title='beautiful moments'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TQDDxXnzMRI/AAAAAAAAA24/YG--8ayBvFc/s72-c/naaaaaah..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-8628839931637456512</id><published>2010-12-07T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:07:11.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i see magic in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TP4XbcB3gYI/AAAAAAAAA2o/z64HyHGzdzY/s1600/guitarrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TP4XbcB3gYI/AAAAAAAAA2o/z64HyHGzdzY/s320/guitarrr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547897551114961282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TP4XbE39VoI/AAAAAAAAA2g/JOTNA_pVkMA/s1600/guitarrrr%2Bedited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TP4XbE39VoI/AAAAAAAAA2g/JOTNA_pVkMA/s320/guitarrrr%2Bedited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547897544899384962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Performance just now was awesome. Hahaha, glad the old folks there enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-8628839931637456512?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8628839931637456512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=8628839931637456512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8628839931637456512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8628839931637456512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-see-magic-in-me.html' title='i see magic in me'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TP4XbcB3gYI/AAAAAAAAA2o/z64HyHGzdzY/s72-c/guitarrr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-3775874224866600222</id><published>2010-12-06T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T19:29:53.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i won't forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPzJAgGZCSI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/cVn7zQxyDCw/s1600/awesome%2Bsiaaaa..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPzJAgGZCSI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/cVn7zQxyDCw/s320/awesome%2Bsiaaaa..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547529851467532578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this one, i won't forget. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(121, 98, 73); font-style: italic; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-3775874224866600222?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3775874224866600222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=3775874224866600222&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3775874224866600222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3775874224866600222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wont-forget.html' title='i won&apos;t forget'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPzJAgGZCSI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/cVn7zQxyDCw/s72-c/awesome%2Bsiaaaa..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-6269887924520091806</id><published>2010-12-06T18:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T19:05:02.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPy7LEx3xgI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/BftOuTRFcJE/s1600/wth%2B-.-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPy7LEx3xgI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/BftOuTRFcJE/s320/wth%2B-.-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547514639949481474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I plugged in my earpiece and walked under the rain for a whole 15 minutes just now. yes, i know, i'll fall sick soon, but whatever. It was worth it. It felt so relaxing and I could actually think properly and guess what I've found out? I'm actually contented with my life now, just the way it is, with my friends and family around me yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I can't believe they actually postponed the match with blackburn, like whuuuut -.- I was super annoyed lah. Hmm, but it kinda makes sense anyway, since the snow is super thick and all. Anyway, will definitely watch the matches that are coming soon, against arsenal and chelsea. MUST WATCH. wokay, gonna post pictures next!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-6269887924520091806?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6269887924520091806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=6269887924520091806&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6269887924520091806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6269887924520091806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/feelings-lost.html' title='feelings lost'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPy7LEx3xgI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/BftOuTRFcJE/s72-c/wth%2B-.-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-6030520942787090938</id><published>2010-12-04T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T11:26:48.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPm0tOPukRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/SBp_DMKN_44/s1600/aww%2B%25E2%2599%25A5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPm0tOPukRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/SBp_DMKN_44/s320/aww%2B%25E2%2599%25A5.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546663105094652178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;031210 ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-6030520942787090938?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6030520942787090938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=6030520942787090938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6030520942787090938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6030520942787090938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/someday.html' title='someday'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPm0tOPukRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/SBp_DMKN_44/s72-c/aww%2B%25E2%2599%25A5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-3523205268267862709</id><published>2010-12-04T11:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T11:25:02.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blow my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPm0PIO5KmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/J8CcOmRkDdM/s1600/whooooooooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPm0PIO5KmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/J8CcOmRkDdM/s320/whooooooooooo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546662588084464226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I swear tumblr seriously feels me. The pictures I see on my dashboard really expresses all my feelings. So, what's left for me to do is press the reblog button heck yes. Hardcore reblogger yo, accept that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there's a match today at 1 AM between Man U and Blackburn. I'm so totally going to stay up and watch heh. Anyone wants to stay up with me? Must support lah k, Man U has to win. Maybe, I'll listen to mj12 again before that to waste time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPm0L2YeB4I/AAAAAAAAA14/-Bar4SpDfJs/s1600/simpsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPm0L2YeB4I/AAAAAAAAA14/-Bar4SpDfJs/s320/simpsons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546662531753183106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;simpsons ftw! I want the donut yummmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-3523205268267862709?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3523205268267862709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=3523205268267862709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3523205268267862709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3523205268267862709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/get-off-my-chest.html' title='blow my mind'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPm0PIO5KmI/AAAAAAAAA2A/J8CcOmRkDdM/s72-c/whooooooooooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-36410196324572513</id><published>2010-12-03T11:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:02:44.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vision's blurred</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcpc31h63Y1qaj5jro1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 269px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcpc31h63Y1qaj5jro1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weird calls. Yepppp, I'm starting to get weird calls. Nope, not prank calls, just weird calls. So, they go like:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;person: hi, why aren't you here yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: hello, er, where?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;person: you wanted the job right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: hmm, what job are you talking about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;person: personal assistant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: I think you have gotten the wrong number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;person: but you gave me this number that time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: I seriously think you have gotten the wrong number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;person: huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: dude, i'm only 14, still schooling lah haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;person: oh okay, sorry sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: s'okay, bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;person: bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-36410196324572513?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/36410196324572513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=36410196324572513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/36410196324572513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/36410196324572513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/visions-blurred.html' title='vision&apos;s blurred'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-7589231584443955022</id><published>2010-12-02T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:00:07.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want it that way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPeLYn9OafI/AAAAAAAAA1g/lnI0p6awVtE/s1600/how%2Byou%2Bremind%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPeLYn9OafI/AAAAAAAAA1g/lnI0p6awVtE/s320/how%2Byou%2Bremind%2Bme.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546054721288956402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think my emotions have disappeared. As in literally. I'm not feeling hurt or anything like that now. Ah that was just a random thought that passed through my head. Moving on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now, went to pasar with nenek. Lol, okay it was super screwed up can. We went to kfc uh to waste time since it was raining and all. So, she looked at the promotion thing outside and she saw the black pepper chicken. She told me that she wanted that and so we ordered that with hot tea (for her) and HOT milo (for me) -.- yes i know so dumb, buying a hot milo to eat with spicy black paper chicken. Wow. In the end, halfway through eating the chicken, I went to shop nearby to buy a bottle of mineral water, hahaha best. Andandand, y'know we sat outside since it was raining and outside was kinda cool. Heh, my nenek got annoyed with the people passing by us everytime and I was just sitting there laughing at her lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoho k i love my nenek, she's so cute yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-7589231584443955022?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/7589231584443955022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=7589231584443955022&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7589231584443955022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7589231584443955022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-want-it-that-way.html' title='I want it that way'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPeLYn9OafI/AAAAAAAAA1g/lnI0p6awVtE/s72-c/how%2Byou%2Bremind%2Bme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-6793543957696881868</id><published>2010-12-02T08:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T15:58:12.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>move it all around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPbp7TVwkmI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Ftja4sSTiy4/s1600/bang%2Bbang%2Bbangggg..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPbp7TVwkmI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Ftja4sSTiy4/s320/bang%2Bbang%2Bbangggg..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545877196166435426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nickleback songs make me emo y'know. I plug the earpiece and find some corner to sit down and blast the music into my ears. I think I'll be deaf really soon. It's weird but really true. The singer's husky voice is really nice and the lyrics are super meaningful. "Never made it as a wise man, I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing." And that was just random. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I miss a few people already, okay that sucks I know. Aish, I have such a sad life. I want to go and meet syah lah please. Why never reply my texts? Ok, I bet the camp is still going on. Nvmnvm, shall not disturb you then. And so, yes danial's gonna leave for camp soon. So sad lah, five days with nobody to layan my randomness. Nobody to rant to on msn. I will miss your horny jokes lah ok wth hahaha. Then, ati is leaving for paris. Alright, cannot already, I'll be so bored, nobody to talk to. Monyet, ostrich and kentang are gonna leave me here all alone. Hmmm, oh well, y'all faster come back then can crap and start talking shit together again hehehe. Aww, seriously lah I'm missing all of them already. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-6793543957696881868?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6793543957696881868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=6793543957696881868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6793543957696881868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6793543957696881868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/move-it-all-around.html' title='move it all around'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPbp7TVwkmI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Ftja4sSTiy4/s72-c/bang%2Bbang%2Bbangggg..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-2271691030480066561</id><published>2010-12-02T01:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T08:25:00.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life flashed before my eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPbkadSGcjI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/phXojoCeHSg/s1600/hungryyyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPbkadSGcjI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/phXojoCeHSg/s320/hungryyyyy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545871134341624370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;byebye 1st december and hello there 2nd december. It's still early and wtf no I'm not sleepy. I was spamming twitter yo, but in the end, I stopped halfway. Hell yeah I'm hungry right now and so is kentaaang. What is this, hungry in the middle of the night hahaha, nonsense only. Anyway, I don't think I'll be able to sleep today. Pffsht, insomnia I swear. Ah well, nvm I shall go disturb and spam danial hehe, okay I feel evil but he doesn't mind, heck yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-2271691030480066561?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/2271691030480066561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=2271691030480066561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/2271691030480066561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/2271691030480066561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-life-flashed-before-my-eyes.html' title='my life flashed before my eyes'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPbkadSGcjI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/phXojoCeHSg/s72-c/hungryyyyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-6143210183395875042</id><published>2010-12-01T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:46:09.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way i'm disappearing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPZAOI0IKUI/AAAAAAAAA1I/r-1GXdXCn50/s1600/don%2527t%2Bcry%2Byeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPZAOI0IKUI/AAAAAAAAA1I/r-1GXdXCn50/s320/don%2527t%2Bcry%2Byeah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545690602781813058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just now, in music class, I received a whole stack of christmas songs to play. I'm telling you, the stack can last me for idk 2 years?! Hahaha wth, I couldn't even fit it into my bag just now. It took me like a whole minute or something to finally squeeze the whole stack in okaaay. Oh joy. And. My teacher and I got a little bit higher than usual and we started singing songs and talking about random stuff. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started singing 'Tomorrow'. No wait, I just started singing the chorus then I stopped but she continued. Hehehe, halfway through the song, she went "I think I'm out of tune". Epic reaction man so funny. After that, we started talking about Voyage De La Vie. How there was a naked boy in the musical/show who only wore a pathetic underwear. Yep, we seriously discussed about that. I know I know, weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the bus, I felt like I couldn't breathe at all. It was super packed and I felt like an ultimate sardine or something. Okay, I must admit. I was stupid enough to pick somewhere cramped like the corner to stand for the entire ride. So, this woman just came up and stood in front of me. Don't get me wrong, I'm fine with that, but she was this close to leaning on me. I was even breathing into her hair. I'm telling you, I was wondering why she didn't feel my breathing. In the end, I had no choice but to fidget or something. Hoho, fidget like crazy down there then she finally moved. A bit only wth. -.- whatever, at least nothing bad or awkward or weird happened just now, yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-6143210183395875042?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6143210183395875042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=6143210183395875042&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6143210183395875042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6143210183395875042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/way-im-disappearing.html' title='the way i&apos;m disappearing'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPZAOI0IKUI/AAAAAAAAA1I/r-1GXdXCn50/s72-c/don%2527t%2Bcry%2Byeah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-1082587924723079877</id><published>2010-12-01T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:12:05.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to december</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPWuJBwxjQI/AAAAAAAAA1A/twG1rTFpxgE/s1600/buhbye%2Bnovember..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPWuJBwxjQI/AAAAAAAAA1A/twG1rTFpxgE/s320/buhbye%2Bnovember..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545529986291698946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, it's 1st December 2010; the first day of the last month of the first decade of the new millennium. November's gone and time's ticking away really fast. I don't want the holidays to be over noooooooo. They say time  moves slower when you keep on looking at the clock, so I think I'll just start staring at the clock from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-1082587924723079877?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/1082587924723079877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=1082587924723079877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/1082587924723079877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/1082587924723079877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-to-december.html' title='back to december'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPWuJBwxjQI/AAAAAAAAA1A/twG1rTFpxgE/s72-c/buhbye%2Bnovember..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-4683289968751649497</id><published>2010-12-01T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:01:27.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>runaway baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPWqA_ewZDI/AAAAAAAAA04/OimNhN3hH2I/s1600/ah%2Byes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPWqA_ewZDI/AAAAAAAAA04/OimNhN3hH2I/s320/ah%2Byes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545525450193790002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y'know there's always gonna be that someone who will always be there for you no matter what. Cheer you up when you're down, entertain all your nonsense and just listen to all your problems as though they don't have problems of their own. Ah yep, that's what I call a true friend. They don't force you to change for them. Hmm, yes I'm talking about a certain someone. I just wanna say thanks to that someone for being there for me almost all the time, listening to all my problems and telling me lame jokes when I was down. I wanna let you know that I'll be here for you anytime for you to share all your problems and weird ideas anytime aite. Hehehehehehehe, okay now I'm high. Will be going off to jump around now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-4683289968751649497?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/4683289968751649497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=4683289968751649497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/4683289968751649497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/4683289968751649497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/12/runaway-baby.html' title='runaway baby'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPWqA_ewZDI/AAAAAAAAA04/OimNhN3hH2I/s72-c/ah%2Byes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-7961285946786239946</id><published>2010-11-30T20:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T09:48:58.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world of our own</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPWkmeIKCcI/AAAAAAAAA0w/WThhWebjtUE/s1600/FU..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPWkmeIKCcI/AAAAAAAAA0w/WThhWebjtUE/s320/FU..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545519497005894082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was my msn dp when I was online just now and is still gonna be my msn dp for a long time, cos it's just so nice, hell yeah. Just in case you're wondering, nope that's not me. Don't blame me okaaaay, I was pissed at someone so yeah. Anyway, I kinda gave a shock to a lot of people when they saw my dp hahaha, I'm the best. Hidhir's convo was niceeee. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: gambar tnjok lambang nmpaak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: haha, smalam bad mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: nari malas nk tukar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: bad mood beh tnjok lambang, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: haha, mesti uh, cantik kan? ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: hhaha, yeah2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol, the convo was so random wth. Hehehehe, the power of the middle finger is so strong wheehoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-7961285946786239946?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/7961285946786239946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=7961285946786239946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7961285946786239946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7961285946786239946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/11/world-of-our-own.html' title='world of our own'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPWkmeIKCcI/AAAAAAAAA0w/WThhWebjtUE/s72-c/FU..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-8014276709176067912</id><published>2010-11-30T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:19:22.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like you own the place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wonder how the world might turn out if everyone was like spongebob and patrick. I mean, just look at them. They go around, all happy and positive. Act like everything's okay and that the world is theirs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcmq5dvmmw1qaj5jro1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 286px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcmq5dvmmw1qaj5jro1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They love everyone, even if they're strangers. They greet and smile at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9zyoymGdV1qzwc8ro1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 187px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9zyoymGdV1qzwc8ro1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so sweet seeing them have fun together, never failing to make me smile to myself when I see them doing weird and random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcj9u6136s1qaj5jro1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 285px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcj9u6136s1qaj5jro1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, squidward. Hehehe I respect spongebob. He still loves squidward even though squidward treats him like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lchwcbWUUA1qaj5jro1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 289px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lchwcbWUUA1qaj5jro1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2q91ySYC91qaj33co1_400.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2q91ySYC91qaj33co1_400.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His laugh makes the world go round and his smile makes the world smile with him. Hoho, okay this post sounds really sad and emo. Nah. I just wanted to say how much I respect spongebob for his randomness and craziness that impacted everyone in bikini bottom. And that's why he's my lover. Wheehoo, ily spongebob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-8014276709176067912?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8014276709176067912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=8014276709176067912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8014276709176067912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8014276709176067912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/11/like-you-own-place.html' title='like you own the place'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-1908642094798867275</id><published>2010-11-30T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:57:08.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was looking through the pics on tumblr and I found this. What do you think my reaction was? Lol, duh of course I became high. Why is he so hawttt. Aish. Look at his smile and his eyes and his sexy pose on the car. Look at all the pictures carefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbuo5y4cFx1qckmelo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 278px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbuo5y4cFx1qckmelo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the end, you'll find youself going like this cos that was my reaction. Hahahaha yay.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lce2wbP8fq1qaj5jro1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 286px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lce2wbP8fq1qaj5jro1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-1908642094798867275?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/1908642094798867275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=1908642094798867275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/1908642094798867275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/1908642094798867275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-tonight.html' title='just tonight'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-5077766702864589704</id><published>2010-11-30T04:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T10:29:24.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a million bucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc562qxRr11qzf2ilo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc562qxRr11qzf2ilo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't ask me whether I'm alright a not cos I am fine hahaha. That gif is random, I've always wanted to post that. Unfortunately, due to my dumbness, yes there is such a word, I didn't know that there was a direct link to the gif. So, I took the long method of finding the tumblr and saving the link and aish, you get the idea. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, so the other schools are like having their open houses now. Damn cool lah, everytime see them tweet and blog about it. We had ours like a long long long long time ago. Which reminds me, is there Arts Fest next year? Is there or not, since we have SYF and all? Okay whuuuut, in the end, I'm like talking to myself -.- fine dao lah dao me, I'm used to it already. Geez okay I'm going high again. Hot chocolateeeeee makes me high. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehehe, yesterday night, I was chatting to 4 people or something hahaha. Fingers were exhausted man. Anyway, it was a good way of exercising those fingers and using up all the energy after that hot chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to go back to school today. Pffsht, what is this? Where is the justice? Everyone's sitting at home, lazing around and I have to go back to school. For what? Collect costumes. Wow, that's really a nice reason. Ooh, a lot of people have gone overseas already, why am I not? I'm so sad. Nvm, I shall be like Phineas and Ferb and come up with something interesting to do and occupy my time. Oh joy, yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-5077766702864589704?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5077766702864589704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=5077766702864589704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5077766702864589704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5077766702864589704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/11/million-bucks.html' title='a million bucks'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-1381211510191076983</id><published>2010-11-29T08:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T08:32:32.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLxLxhqnFI/AAAAAAAAA0g/yGW9qy5ysao/s1600/teenage%2Blife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLxLxhqnFI/AAAAAAAAA0g/yGW9qy5ysao/s320/teenage%2Blife.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544759275821898834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People seem really sad and emo nowadays. Come on, cheer up, it's teenage life. Things happen, both good and bad. All of us just have to got to learn how to continue with it, no matter how bad the situation might be. Get back up on your feet no matter how hard your fall was. You can't actually fight fate but fate didn't say that your life had to be screwed up. So, don't give up and stay happy. Smile and the whole world will smile with you. Keep smiling that awesome smile because you'll never know who's falling in love with that smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-1381211510191076983?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/1381211510191076983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=1381211510191076983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/1381211510191076983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/1381211510191076983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/11/id-rather-stay-awake-when-im-asleep.html' title='I&apos;d rather stay awake when I&apos;m asleep'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLxLxhqnFI/AAAAAAAAA0g/yGW9qy5ysao/s72-c/teenage%2Blife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-5932618475499628061</id><published>2010-11-29T07:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T08:05:36.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna find you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLru8yaYWI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/I8Gpl8Ud7eU/s1600/image%2B%25284%2529.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLru8yaYWI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/I8Gpl8Ud7eU/s320/image%2B%25284%2529.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544753283070583138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLrbGLLliI/AAAAAAAAA0A/ryz4jn9eyNY/s320/image%2B%25288%2529.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544752941993006626" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLrWhjtGwI/AAAAAAAAAz4/MJUckpo1qjs/s1600/image.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLrWhjtGwI/AAAAAAAAAz4/MJUckpo1qjs/s320/image.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544752863444278018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLrOjHSjmI/AAAAAAAAAzw/OqiqArCsNcc/s1600/image%2B%25281%2529.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLrOjHSjmI/AAAAAAAAAzw/OqiqArCsNcc/s320/image%2B%25281%2529.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544752726423015010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yep, I got super bored so I started taking a heck lot of screenshots. All of them are fabregas hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe. Just look at him. Well, yeah he has facial hair but at least it's not THAT obvious okay and I don't freak out when I see his facial hair. Aish, okay I shall stop obsessing over facial hair. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloop bloop, today's 29th november. So, shaaaark, how's it like being a teenager for a month? Hmm, looks like I'm talking to myself hahaha. I swear it's the hot chocolate. I'm going high and my eyes are like O.O wide open. Nvm, at least I know I won't be falling asleep in the toilet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh y'know I'm mixing up the days more often now. I thought today was a Sunday but I realised that it was a Monday after Syah told me that there was prac today. Weird, maybe since I'm high and wide awake now, I shall start reading the calendar. Huhu, yes good idea, I shall do that nyeahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-5932618475499628061?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5932618475499628061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=5932618475499628061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5932618475499628061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5932618475499628061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-gonna-find-you.html' title='I&apos;m gonna find you'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLru8yaYWI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/I8Gpl8Ud7eU/s72-c/image%2B%25284%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-8041834731157140210</id><published>2010-11-29T05:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T18:43:59.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we've got it going on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLmM5edw8I/AAAAAAAAAzg/IVzqhM_ibuM/s1600/P1050861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLmM5edw8I/AAAAAAAAAzg/IVzqhM_ibuM/s320/P1050861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544747200507921346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLmMQrwcnI/AAAAAAAAAzY/9uqTsDelfi8/s1600/P1050843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLmMQrwcnI/AAAAAAAAAzY/9uqTsDelfi8/s320/P1050843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544747189557817970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah yes, both of them left for HK already. So sad right? Hmph. Just now went to the airport around 3 plus. Okay, main intention was to send them off uh, but after that, we lepak there a while. Aircon best right sab hahaha. Then, camwhore like tomorrow's the end of the world or something hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLlxADke3I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/WlYRRH_G3Dc/s1600/P1050869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLlxADke3I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/WlYRRH_G3Dc/s320/P1050869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544746721237826418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoho, but I must admit, was quite sleepy uh. So, went to coffee bean and bought hot chocolate. Fuuyoh, then now, I am damn awake and full. Last night, I didn't eat dinner and this morning, I guess I won't be eating breakfast. Screwed up meals, haish heck whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLlwuNfwxI/AAAAAAAAAzI/w9cJVPKGaJQ/s1600/P1050878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLlwuNfwxI/AAAAAAAAAzI/w9cJVPKGaJQ/s320/P1050878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544746716447621906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When they were checking in their bags, I got bored so started blasting music and sit down there all alone. See, I'm telling you, such a loner. Ahaha after that, I saw Ama. Lol, she high five her namesake, my cousin, just now. So cool lah, two people with the same names meeting each other for the first time. Such a waste, I didn't take a picture of the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLlwHmWGNI/AAAAAAAAAzA/BCRzqsKMcoc/s1600/P1050882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLlwHmWGNI/AAAAAAAAAzA/BCRzqsKMcoc/s320/P1050882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544746706082863314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even when I had a camera with me -.- yes i'm so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLlvQzBXpI/AAAAAAAAAy4/3iH-FZ44pB0/s1600/P1050890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLlvQzBXpI/AAAAAAAAAy4/3iH-FZ44pB0/s320/P1050890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544746691372080786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLlu2DWIJI/AAAAAAAAAyw/FNH22BQtoyo/s1600/edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLlu2DWIJI/AAAAAAAAAyw/FNH22BQtoyo/s320/edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544746684192792722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we lepak and merayap for a while over there, we decided to go home. Heh, we got lost halfway. Luckily, we saw the taxi sign. Reached home around 5 plus. The street was so empty and quiet. Very serene and peaceful. I feel like doing this sometime again hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-8041834731157140210?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8041834731157140210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=8041834731157140210&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8041834731157140210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8041834731157140210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/11/weve-got-it-going-on.html' title='we&apos;ve got it going on'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPLmM5edw8I/AAAAAAAAAzg/IVzqhM_ibuM/s72-c/P1050861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-4185873599777459750</id><published>2010-11-28T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T08:35:07.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rockstar baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPJXM1DuGCI/AAAAAAAAAyo/-CL-_4oHVTo/s1600/soccer%2Bmatch.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPJXM1DuGCI/AAAAAAAAAyo/-CL-_4oHVTo/s320/soccer%2Bmatch.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544589969159231522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eh, I wanna watch a real soccer match in England. In England. Not Singapore, not Africa, not anywhere else but England. I want to watch a live match and see 11 guys chase after one pathetic ball hahaha. How unbelievably interesting to watch that. Heh, no lah, I mean it. I seriously want to watch. Who wants to follow? Ahaha, you treat me okay. Ati, I know you want to go with me hehe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to the airport at 2 AM or something later on. Yes, I know it sounds bizarre and scary, believe or not wheeeeeee. Hoho, yep I can read your mind now, I know what you're thinking. Crazy person. Well, guess what? I don't give a damn about what you think, haha whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-4185873599777459750?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/4185873599777459750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=4185873599777459750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/4185873599777459750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/4185873599777459750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/11/rockstar-baby.html' title='rockstar baby'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPJXM1DuGCI/AAAAAAAAAyo/-CL-_4oHVTo/s72-c/soccer%2Bmatch.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-3841150940866336379</id><published>2010-11-28T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T13:24:02.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the things we've been through</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPHdDtZipBI/AAAAAAAAAyY/0iscP1GfVzc/s1600/deprived%2Bof%2Bsleeo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPHdDtZipBI/AAAAAAAAAyY/0iscP1GfVzc/s320/deprived%2Bof%2Bsleeo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544455672065860626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel nocturnal. Seriously. Last night, I didn't sleep after the match. I was high hahaha, after I watched berbatov score 5 freaking goals. Super excited, same reaction as the rest of those manu fans out there. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wheehoo, but the aftereffects were kinda bad. Heh, I feel asleep in the toilet just now. I'm not kidding. As in, I literally fell asleep in the toilet for quite awhile. I think shark will understand this. Fyeah super exhausted lah, but sleeping is a waste of time. I can't be bothered to catch up with my sleep. Come on, it's school holidays, cannot waste time sleeping right? Yes correct. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my wound is opening up. Painful, everytime it comes into contact with water. I'm considering whether to put a neon plaster over it or not. Maybe, I should, since the plaster is so nice and nobody can resist using it. Nyeahaha, but the shape of the wound is quite nice y'know. Such a waste if I have to cover it up. Hmm, I shall think about it. For a long time haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-3841150940866336379?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3841150940866336379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=3841150940866336379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3841150940866336379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3841150940866336379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-weve-been-through.html' title='the things we&apos;ve been through'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPHdDtZipBI/AAAAAAAAAyY/0iscP1GfVzc/s72-c/deprived%2Bof%2Bsleeo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-7935518601753102890</id><published>2010-11-28T08:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:20:57.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPGoMFeglRI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/f1rNkrgt2MY/s1600/facial%2Bhairrrrrrrrrr..gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPGoMFeglRI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/f1rNkrgt2MY/s320/facial%2Bhairrrrrrrrrr..gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544397541851829522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you're wondering what's up with the picture, let me tell you, the whole facial hair thing is still freaking me out. Lucky, nick doesn't have facial hair, or at least he's not lazy enough to shave off everything, unlike his brothers. I'm not even sure why I'm still freaked out by facial hair. I mean, most of my friends are starting to have it already. Maybe, it's me. I think it'll take some getting used to. I should start getting used to this weird thing. I mean, look at fabregas, he has facial hair but why am I not freaked out? Heh, it's cos he's still handsome and hot and awesome and fantastic and the list goes on hahaha. I'm seriously facing problems understanding myself now. When I'm freaked out, I barely make any sense. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yesterday I talked to a few people about this facial hair thing. Yesss, I was talking about this thing with syahirah, atiqah and danial. Thanks dudes, for tolerating me freaking out the whole way. Syah was asking me to chill cos according to her, it's normal hahaha. Atiqah was freaking out too and we started talking about big ahemdicksahem. You didn't just see me type that. Heh, danial was kinda shocked when I started asking about the whole facial hair thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: eh, you know the whole facial hair thing is freaking me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: i shaved already lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: hahaha, i'm not talking about you only lah, as in boys in general.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: haha, i know you're talking about someone in particular. who ah??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: fabregas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: shit, i meant wali wali. sorry, was fangirling over fabregas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: haha, laugh lah laugh -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: why are you freaked out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: idk lah, it's freaky. i mean last time i saw you guys, your face all clean clean hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: haha, we're growing already lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: anyway, i thought you support man u?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: yes, i support man u whuuut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: but fabregas is from arsenal right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: yes, but he's hot so i fangirl over him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: he's not. Bojan from barca is hotter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: did you just say some guy is hot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: yes i did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: umm, are you gay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: hahaha, joking laa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-fastforward-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: when girls are bi, it's hot. but for guys, it's disgusting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: hahaha, seriously?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: yes, trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: okaaaay weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: i feel horny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: s'okay lah, i'll watch you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: haha, but i might give you nightmares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: hahaha, i don't sleep that much, but i might daydream weird stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: yes, daymares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: haha, true and it's all your fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;him: haha, thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels good talking to an ex schoolmate after a very long time. Okaaay, I miss esps, like seriously. I miss chasing the guys with a broom around the class. I miss talking to jingwen and xinying. Aww. I miss my classmates. I miss having malay class and laughing at all the random lame jokes. Geez, I wanna go back to esps. ): aish, so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-7935518601753102890?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/7935518601753102890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=7935518601753102890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7935518601753102890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7935518601753102890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/11/look-around.html' title='look around'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPGoMFeglRI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/f1rNkrgt2MY/s72-c/facial%2Bhairrrrrrrrrr..gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-9144415211611451476</id><published>2010-11-28T08:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T10:22:08.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screaming your name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPGfeeVDwLI/AAAAAAAAAyI/I7Vv5gfHX9Y/s1600/photo%2Bzac%2Befron.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPGfeeVDwLI/AAAAAAAAAyI/I7Vv5gfHX9Y/s320/photo%2Bzac%2Befron.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544387962156073138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;zac efron why are you so hot and yet you're still as nice as ever. Vanessa, you're super lucky to have him as you boyf. I feel so jealous hahaha. Nah,why should I be jealous? Let me correct myself, I am happy for you Vanessa. You enjoy your life with Zac okay, must get married y'know, or maybe just last forever. At least until I die hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPGfeGOX0XI/AAAAAAAAAyA/TRFgAdGP5cI/s1600/photo%2Bberbatov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPGfeGOX0XI/AAAAAAAAAyA/TRFgAdGP5cI/s320/photo%2Bberbatov.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544387955685577074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The match yesterday was awesome, but guess what? My phone died halfway asdfghjkl poop. -.- I couldn't believe it you know. Hmm, couldn't talk to anyone about the match. So, in the end, I was like watching the match alone. Loner man. Anyway, berbatov rocked. I love you berbatov hahaha. Okay, me saying that i love berbatov is not gonna be a normal routine, but he was amazing yesterday. Come on, 5 goals (1, 27, 47, 61, 69) by him and the other two were from park and nani. Rooney didn't score. Ah well, at least he assisted park in his goal. Hoho, i love the score man 7-1. Rawr, maybe the 7 should have been an 8. 7 reminds me of something undesirable pffsht. 8 is still a nicer number haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPGfd75tAqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ubKh98UnvHA/s1600/photo%2B%25281%2529.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPGfd75tAqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ubKh98UnvHA/s320/photo%2B%25281%2529.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544387952914530978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at my battery strength at that time. 71% y'know, but by 11 it was 50 something. Alright, my bad, I was listening to songs and surfing the net using my phone. So,  by half time, my phone was already dead. Can you believe it? yes, duh it's my fault anyway. Hai, I loved the game anyway, so I didn't really bother about my phone. Boooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-9144415211611451476?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/9144415211611451476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=9144415211611451476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/9144415211611451476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/9144415211611451476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/11/screaming-your-name.html' title='screaming your name'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPGfeeVDwLI/AAAAAAAAAyI/I7Vv5gfHX9Y/s72-c/photo%2Bzac%2Befron.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-3401298158609050348</id><published>2010-11-27T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T22:35:54.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i see heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPEUaZijGGI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ECBaK0vUcRk/s1600/clean%2Byo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPEUaZijGGI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ECBaK0vUcRk/s320/clean%2Byo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544235060034738274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lets talk about hair. Do you shampoo your hair? hahaha okay I'm just being super duper random. I just love hair, don't you. Anyway, the whole facial hair thing is freaking me out. Like seriously. I mean, for someone who's my age, having a heck lot of facial hair is kinda freaky and gives me goosebumps. Literally man. I mean, if you don't shave, it'll keep on accumulating haha. Such a random topic to talk about but whatever. I have 30 mins of boredom to spare before I'll actually be occupied with watching 11 guys in a field chasing after one pathetic ball. 11 guys, 1 ball. Cool or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPEUZ1npchI/AAAAAAAAAxo/9N7Rie0Diyg/s1600/clean%2Byoo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPEUZ1npchI/AAAAAAAAAxo/9N7Rie0Diyg/s320/clean%2Byoo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544235050392449554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, I've got a question. Why are both of them so good-looking? Come on, whyyyy. I'm so jealous of emma man, her long beautiful hair and her sharp nose, but what did she do to her hair? She cut it off. She cut her freaking hair off omg -.- wow. Oh well, I respect her decision anyway. She is still pretty, don't worry. Alex omg Alex. So hawtttt, panas man panas. His small eyes hahaha, so cute. Heh, okay that shall be my wallpaper for now. No wait, maybe, my wallpaper shall be fabregas. Aish, I'll figure it out later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-3401298158609050348?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3401298158609050348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=3401298158609050348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3401298158609050348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3401298158609050348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-see-heaven.html' title='i see heaven'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPEUaZijGGI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ECBaK0vUcRk/s72-c/clean%2Byo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-4188388003428905762</id><published>2010-11-27T16:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T18:01:40.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of a kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPDDC0xzw2I/AAAAAAAAAxg/dSdLiXcdj80/s1600/to%2Bpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPDDC0xzw2I/AAAAAAAAAxg/dSdLiXcdj80/s320/to%2Bpost.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544145594587792226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, this is what I get for being stuck at home with nothing to do. I'm telling you, I'm starting to do weird stuff. Ah yes, I miss pe lessons. No seriously, I do. I'm like doing the warmups at home. Those that we do before we officially start every pe lesson. I'm actually doing sit-ups. My stomach aches now. Gosh, okay it sounds ridiculous. The next thing you know, I'm already doing rounds around the neighbourhood hahaha. Alah, set man. Who wants to go jogging with me tomorrow morning? Come, we shall jog around the neighbourhood. Hmm, I'm being random hahaha but I'm alright with the idea anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPDDCsI0zwI/AAAAAAAAAxY/684RS-ZaRVM/s1600/to%2Bpost%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPDDCsI0zwI/AAAAAAAAAxY/684RS-ZaRVM/s320/to%2Bpost%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544145592268410626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes, I do think a lot before I go to sleep and sometimes, I don't go to sleep. Insomnia or something. Grr, I don't really enjoy thinking. Thinking means you have to use your brain power or something and work those brain cells. I find it very troublesome and stressful if you think too much. Due to this deprivation of sleep, my eyebags are getting more and more obvious than before. pffsht. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asdfghjkl. I'm bored. Boredom kills me. What shall I do at home? A few people have suggested different stuff to do. Ama asked me to start watching Vampire Diaries. Lol okay, I'll consider that. Hmm, Ati asked me to tumblr, twitter and blog. Right, okaaaay, I'm already currently doing that. The last time I asked peiyu, she asked me to watch tv, if I'm not wrong Glee. That isn't such a bad idea, rewatching season 1 again, since it's nice and all. Must plan ahead yo.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got tonight planned already. All nicely. So, later should be online till midnight or something. Weird, depends on the comp's mood actually. Then, will switch on tv and watch spongebob squarepants. Tonight's episode must watch, cannot miss, even if they are just gonna repeat the previous episodes or something. After which, immediately, I shall switch to mio and watch the match. Okay yay. I've planned everything properly for tonight. I shall try my best to not screw that up hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-4188388003428905762?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/4188388003428905762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=4188388003428905762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/4188388003428905762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/4188388003428905762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-of-kind.html' title='one of a kind'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPDDC0xzw2I/AAAAAAAAAxg/dSdLiXcdj80/s72-c/to%2Bpost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-3874848973854281849</id><published>2010-11-27T11:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T10:38:55.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPB5315ChRI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/dUXamWZ4CrA/s1600/slut%2Bdumbass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPB5315ChRI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/dUXamWZ4CrA/s320/slut%2Bdumbass.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544065141559166226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I find it very difficult to admit this, but seriously, the blogskin affects my mood. That's why I keep on changing and changing like it's nobody's business. In the end, I gave up and used the blogger theme. Aish, whatever, it's the easiest solution. The font is also quite nice. Heh, but I removed the tagboard from here. So, if there's anything you wanna tell me, well, there's formspring or you can post a comment yeah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, moving on. I think I'm weird. Heh, last time before school holidays, I was so emo. Then, since school holidays began, I regained my hyper-ness and randomness. So sad right? Yesssss, omg. I still have to come back to school for cca and all though. Hmm, maybe it's not that bad. I shall be hyper and random during cca. I already am hahahaha, make mr chua, huimin and the rest laugh. Best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pfft, y'know nowadays, I feel like some loner. I keep sleeping in the living room. No wait, I rarely sleep. I just sit in the living room, figuring out how to spend my night without waking up the rest. Usually, I'd just blast music through the earphones or switch on the television and do other stuff. Hmm, there's a match today at 11. Am I staying up? Yep, I shall stay up and spam twitter. Whaddaheck, I have not bought snacks for tonight. Ah well, shall just eat bread or don't eat all. Alright, good idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relationships. Would I be jealous whether you have a girlf or not? Nope hahaha, why would I be jealous? -.- you still have to move on with life right, even if you have a girlf or not. I can accept the fact and move on with life. You don't need to rub it in my face. Just move on ishhh. Hah, full stop end of story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, bruno mars is awesome. Random but true. I'm serious, his songs are nice. Last time, I was only listening to Billionaire and I was awed by his nice unique voice. So, I started searching for more songs by him. Not bad y'know. Now, his songs are like playing in my head 24/7 cos I listen to them too much already hahaha. Nvm I still love you bruno heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-3874848973854281849?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3874848973854281849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=3874848973854281849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3874848973854281849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3874848973854281849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-machine.html' title='time machine'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TPB5315ChRI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/dUXamWZ4CrA/s72-c/slut%2Bdumbass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-1827943318750854468</id><published>2010-11-20T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T21:18:32.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why so serious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TOfE_oRbn3I/AAAAAAAAAwU/rlMwBtTlo3Y/s1600/eeyore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TOfE_oRbn3I/AAAAAAAAAwU/rlMwBtTlo3Y/s320/eeyore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541614463924019058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TOfEGJCUbDI/AAAAAAAAAwM/n4IFp1WMqfk/s1600/yummmmmmmmmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TOfEGJCUbDI/AAAAAAAAAwM/n4IFp1WMqfk/s320/yummmmmmmmmm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541613476286590002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TOfEF0A_0eI/AAAAAAAAAwE/fQScVFo8K4g/s1600/potato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TOfEF0A_0eI/AAAAAAAAAwE/fQScVFo8K4g/s320/potato.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541613470643900898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TOfEFe5QTdI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ZLUFe_wEFYg/s1600/peiyu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TOfEFe5QTdI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ZLUFe_wEFYg/s320/peiyu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541613464974282194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TOfEE9_EJpI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Kxu4mlsIk10/s1600/amelia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TOfEE9_EJpI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Kxu4mlsIk10/s320/amelia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541613456140281490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TOfEERieIgI/AAAAAAAAAvs/64vDrnjg15I/s1600/tweenies%2Bforever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TOfEERieIgI/AAAAAAAAAvs/64vDrnjg15I/s320/tweenies%2Bforever.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541613444209189378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and you against the world &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, 'Liberation Sans', FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 30px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-weight: bold; line-height: 36px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-1827943318750854468?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/1827943318750854468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=1827943318750854468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/1827943318750854468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/1827943318750854468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-so-serious.html' title='why so serious'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TOfE_oRbn3I/AAAAAAAAAwU/rlMwBtTlo3Y/s72-c/eeyore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-8762215921037083374</id><published>2010-11-12T11:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T12:07:20.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but i'm just a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TNy7I3-G9GI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Y6in6BSbC4A/s1600/trying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TNy7I3-G9GI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Y6in6BSbC4A/s320/trying.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538507402896667746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I give up. I tried imagining myself being an ant. Twice. Yes, I'm serious. AN ANT. I tried it physically and psychologically. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physically, don't bother trying to be an ant. You're already huge. Bending down and curling up into a small ball seriously doesn't help. It only hurts your body or something. Now, I'm having backaches. So much for being an ant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psychologically, it was nice. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself as an ant. Hmm, I've learnt that maybe, just maybe, being on top of the world is not that awesome after all. Yeah, you get to see everything from the top. Every single thing but what people are feeling inside. As an ant, however, being at the bottom of the heap, you know all the hardships people experience from being there. You know how it's like living at the bottom. You live through hell being down there so you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing is, people often forget where they come from. People forget all the shit they face when they're at the bottom once they reach the top. They shouldn't. You always have to remember when you come from cos the others would be doing the job of remembering where you are at now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being an ant is not that bad after all. Trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-8762215921037083374?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8762215921037083374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=8762215921037083374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8762215921037083374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8762215921037083374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/11/but-im-just-girl.html' title='but i&apos;m just a girl'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TNy7I3-G9GI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Y6in6BSbC4A/s72-c/trying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-6545656242088624489</id><published>2010-11-10T19:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T19:37:25.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watch out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TNqA1p-d0LI/AAAAAAAAAvc/nTWNOcka4Js/s1600/sucks%2Bttm%2B..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TNqA1p-d0LI/AAAAAAAAAvc/nTWNOcka4Js/s320/sucks%2Bttm%2B..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537880351094722738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TNqApQQCn-I/AAAAAAAAAu8/obGSlfkaZhE/s1600/booo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TNqApQQCn-I/AAAAAAAAAu8/obGSlfkaZhE/s320/booo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537880138030686178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TNqActAjT1I/AAAAAAAAAu0/2iZjz_C9cdU/s1600/boooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TNqActAjT1I/AAAAAAAAAu0/2iZjz_C9cdU/s320/boooooo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537879922412048210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TNqAbpZXjAI/AAAAAAAAAus/CAJ2JioQf5E/s1600/booooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TNqAbpZXjAI/AAAAAAAAAus/CAJ2JioQf5E/s320/booooo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537879904262523906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi. I would like to announce to the whole world that I'M BORED and I just got back home from music class. So, I was in the mrt/bus observing some people. Okkk, damn, I sound like a stalker. Err, what I meant was, I was in the mrt/bus paying attention to my surrounding. Heh, okay, that sounded much much better. Anyway, just now in the mrt, there were a lot of senior citizens. Hah, all of them were so cute. I was smiling to myself. If you looked at me at that time, I think you'd think that I've gone crazy. Oh well, as I have already mentioned, I WAS BORED AND AM STILL BORED. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read through my past entries. True, all of them sound super emo. Heh, okay, I apologise for being emo and all. I kind of ran out of random things to say. So, Amelia ran out of random things to say such as baboons have sexayee butts cos they're pink. OHOHOHOH, y'know what? I found out that porcupines and armadillos are cool too. Crap, okay, maybe I have not really ran out of random things to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me now continue talking to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amelia is now sitting down in front of her laptop, cracking her brain to think of stuff to write but to no avail. The fan is blowing her hair and she's getting super irritated by it. She asks Atiqah what other animals are nice and she got her answer. Kangaroos. Epic. Awesome. Kangaroos. Ooh. Not bad Ati. That's the end of Amelia's whole conversation to none other but herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, wth. This post is totally random. Randomness. Random-ity. Rand-awesome. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-6545656242088624489?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6545656242088624489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=6545656242088624489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6545656242088624489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6545656242088624489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/11/watch-out.html' title='watch out'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TNqA1p-d0LI/AAAAAAAAAvc/nTWNOcka4Js/s72-c/sucks%2Bttm%2B..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-3522873812622581560</id><published>2010-11-08T08:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T09:05:43.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i grow up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TNdLOOlG4nI/AAAAAAAAAuM/rm_DmQJQiNo/s1600/growing+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TNdLOOlG4nI/AAAAAAAAAuM/rm_DmQJQiNo/s320/growing+up.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536976974679302770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't realise all these until now. I mean, last time, I thought growing up would be fun. I thought that it meant we could do stuff anytime we wanted to do it. I guess not. Now, all I can think is, why can't we be babies again? It would be nice, being young and everyone pampering you. Hmm, but we have to grow up sooner or later anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-3522873812622581560?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3522873812622581560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=3522873812622581560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3522873812622581560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3522873812622581560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-i-grow-up.html' title='when i grow up'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TNdLOOlG4nI/AAAAAAAAAuM/rm_DmQJQiNo/s72-c/growing+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-6387619086760262110</id><published>2010-11-07T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:31:01.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>without wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TNaLFxr9VPI/AAAAAAAAAuA/f4d7UxGm0j4/s1600/balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TNaLFxr9VPI/AAAAAAAAAuA/f4d7UxGm0j4/s320/balloons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536765723251922162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, from what i see, this post is actually reviving my dead blog man. Hmm, it has been raining a lot lately. So, the weather is just nice, cold and comfortable. Lets see, what else? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh, my cousin bought a &lt;b&gt;RABBIT&lt;/b&gt;. I have a twin junior now, since 30th last month. Her name is Atiqah. Heh, she is damn nice and understanding. Whee, love her. Apparently, my neighbour knows her. It's kinda freaky, but still cool. Don't worry Ati. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is random. It's my life. It's now or never. I ain't gonna live forever. I just wanna live while I'm alive. I'm sorry, blasting music now. Anyway, I'm counting down. 1 MORE DAY ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-6387619086760262110?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6387619086760262110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=6387619086760262110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6387619086760262110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6387619086760262110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/11/without-wings.html' title='without wings'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TNaLFxr9VPI/AAAAAAAAAuA/f4d7UxGm0j4/s72-c/balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-6289964360005574958</id><published>2010-10-31T08:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T08:55:12.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look on the brightside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMy-CchpthI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WMkzg0ANbBU/s1600/dumbass.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMy-CchpthI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WMkzg0ANbBU/s320/dumbass.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534006991357851154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess you're not that different from anyone else. I thought you were. I guess not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-6289964360005574958?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6289964360005574958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=6289964360005574958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6289964360005574958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6289964360005574958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/10/look-on-brightside.html' title='look on the brightside'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMy-CchpthI/AAAAAAAAAt4/WMkzg0ANbBU/s72-c/dumbass.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-6329843933508513802</id><published>2010-10-27T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:46:45.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bullshit you put me through</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMfJpYtxPcI/AAAAAAAAAtw/U-c1Bb9i_Vg/s1600/fake+shit..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMfJpYtxPcI/AAAAAAAAAtw/U-c1Bb9i_Vg/s320/fake+shit..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532612380094184898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes, I sit and think. I wonder. What happened to all those genuine stuff in life. Now, it's like everything's fake. Maybe, being quiet and reserved is a good thing. I look back and ask myself what have I done wrong. Then again, what can I do? You'll always win, I'll lose. That's life, you get swallowed up like you're some insignificant piece of shit. Pfft, nobody gets out alive anyway, so what's the point of taking it seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-6329843933508513802?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6329843933508513802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=6329843933508513802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6329843933508513802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6329843933508513802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/10/bullshit-you-put-me-through.html' title='the bullshit you put me through'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMfJpYtxPcI/AAAAAAAAAtw/U-c1Bb9i_Vg/s72-c/fake+shit..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-2881248948864600602</id><published>2010-10-26T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T22:48:59.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world is plain crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMbTQJm4rmI/AAAAAAAAAto/IS3NMXNZ8wI/s1600/WHATUUUDUUU..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMbTQJm4rmI/AAAAAAAAAto/IS3NMXNZ8wI/s320/WHATUUUDUUU..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532341466681618018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, net carn's tomorrow. Wait, let me repeat that. NET CARN'S TOMORROW. Wish me luck hehe. Wheeeee, I'm excited. Adrenaline rush. Fishballs. Chicken Wing. Balls. Orange. Yellow. Fireworks. Peacock. Bottoms. Totally. Random. I hope I cross your mind once in a while just so that I won't feel pathetic for thinking of you all the time. Michelle. Conversation. Msn. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;A- Amelia &amp;amp; M- Michelle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: wheeeeeee, hello. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: HAHAHA, YOUR BLOG! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: hahaha, but I haven't post today one yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: nvm, i wanna read your older STUFF ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: WHAT'S WITH THE WEIRD NAME! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: huh where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: YOUR BLOG NAME! ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: haha it's french lah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: IF YOU BLOG ABOUT ME I'LL BLOG ABOUT YOU ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: hahaha, your blog your blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: DEAL? ;D oh WHAT'S IT MEAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: today i'm going to blog about you nyeahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: www.meeshell.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: haha no lah, i'm not going to blog bad stuff ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: what blog bad stuff D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: idk mean stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: mean?! i'm not mean! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: HAHAHAHA ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GONNA BLOG ABOUT ME &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: I WILL WHEN I FINISH KNITTING. I'M KNITTING NOW. I'M COOL YO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: HAHAHA WHY THE HECK ARE YOU KNITTING. OMG GRANDMA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: EH! KNITTING IS COOL OKAY. I'M TRYING TO KNIT A BIKINI. IT'S LIKE FUSION OF THE OLD AND MODERN WORLD. ISN'T THAT COOL? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: hahahaha omg wth is wrong with you. anyway, awesome knit me one bikini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: IF I MANAGE TO COMPLETE MY FIRST. IT'S SCREWED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: i want neon green one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: HAHAHAHA OMG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: HEHEHE WHAT COLOUR IS YOURS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: THIS IS FOR MY FRIEND! IT'S LIKE PINK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: EPIC SIA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: AIYAH COME LETS TALK RANDOM STUFF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: LIKE LIKE? ;D I KNOW, LIKE ABOUT WHO'S THE YOU IN YOUR PERSONAL MESSAGE ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: OH WTH. NO IGNORE MY PM PLEASE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: AWHH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: HEH SOMETHING ELSE UH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: ORH. OH YAY I JUST RESCUED MY KNITTING ;DDD IF I DIDN'T THERE WOULD PROBABLY BE A HOLE OR SMTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: HUH WHAT DID YOU DO TO SAVE IT? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: I KNITTED BACKWARDS ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: LOL OKAY THAT'S DUMB. WHY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: TO UNDO MY MISTAKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: HAHA WHAT DID YOU DO UH, CONFIRM VERY BAD ONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: I FORGOT TO LOOK SOMETHING :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: LOL OUR CONVO VERY LONG LEH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why, I'm ending the convo here. Heh, want to find out more? Call me, I'll tell you. Lol, I sound like I'm super free. Nah, but if you really want to know, ask me someday when you see me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmph, nowadays, conversations are getting funnier and weirder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;M- Me &amp;amp; S- Someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: Haha. Brb mandi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 hour- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: Haha, lame na mandi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-1/2 hour-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: Sry2 trtido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: Nah, takpe. In the toilet?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: Hahaha, no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: Haha, I pernah tau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: Hahaha lmao. Termasok jamban baru tauu :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M: Hahaha almost pernah sia, tapi nasib baek terbangun seblom termasok (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: Haha wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah. Grr, someone's been calling and texting me for three days in a row now, but I'm not going to reply him. Ergh, irritating. Who cares about him anyway? Anyway, wish me luck for net carn tomorrow. Whoooopie, I'm off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-2881248948864600602?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/2881248948864600602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=2881248948864600602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/2881248948864600602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/2881248948864600602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/10/world-is-plain-crazy.html' title='the world is plain crazy'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMbTQJm4rmI/AAAAAAAAAto/IS3NMXNZ8wI/s72-c/WHATUUUDUUU..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-5181292725008148330</id><published>2010-10-24T08:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T08:51:13.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my happy ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMOB2GR5M5I/AAAAAAAAAtY/YgkIyFF5AEA/s1600/you+were+my+superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMOB2GR5M5I/AAAAAAAAAtY/YgkIyFF5AEA/s320/you+were+my+superman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531407533739684754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is short. I want to make a wish. I know wishes are not supposed to be said out loud, but I'm going to make an exception because I'm sure a lot of people share the same wish as me. In life, most of us suffer 'cause I guess that's part of learning in life. All I want is that my life ends with a happy ending. I want to end my life, leave this world feeling happy, with a smile on my face. I know it might be difficult, but yeah, that's my wish and I'm willing to make it happen. Wish me luck people, I hope that the world ends with everyone feeling happy. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-5181292725008148330?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5181292725008148330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=5181292725008148330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5181292725008148330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5181292725008148330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-happy-ending.html' title='my happy ending'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMOB2GR5M5I/AAAAAAAAAtY/YgkIyFF5AEA/s72-c/you+were+my+superman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-8527460744069863364</id><published>2010-10-23T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T09:06:09.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words can't bring me down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMI0HlEBGVI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/fRaO-7d7oEY/s1600/dumbo..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMI0HlEBGVI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/fRaO-7d7oEY/s320/dumbo..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531040597177080146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heh, I'm dumb. I'm blur. I'm dao. I'm retarded. I'm lame. I'm all that but I'm not stupid. I know what's happening around me. I know what's going on. People might call me dumb but I'm seriously not stupid. I'm serious. Pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-8527460744069863364?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8527460744069863364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=8527460744069863364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8527460744069863364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8527460744069863364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/10/words-cant-bring-me-down.html' title='words can&apos;t bring me down'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMI0HlEBGVI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/fRaO-7d7oEY/s72-c/dumbo..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-888740110136394296</id><published>2010-10-22T18:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T18:42:50.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>terrified</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMFkU7_sy3I/AAAAAAAAAtI/xMyST7L0ocY/s1600/hurt+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMFkU7_sy3I/AAAAAAAAAtI/xMyST7L0ocY/s320/hurt+you.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530812128252709746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Firstly, I would like to say sorry to my beloved tweenie. I screwed up everything today, when it was supposed to be super happy and all. Hmph, sorry dude. Anyway, HAPPY 15 MONTHS TWEENIE ANNIVERSARY TO YOUUU. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: QuicksandBook, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://incepteddreams.tumblr.com/" class="Title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: QuicksandBold, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-bottom-style: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; text-decoration: none; position: relative; width: 688px; font-size: 45px; line-height: 1; letter-spacing: 3px; text-shadow: rgb(221, 221, 221) 1px 1px 0px, rgb(153, 153, 153) 0px 0px 10px, rgb(153, 153, 153) 0px 0px 10px; "&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for being there for me when I was down, cheering me up and everything. ILY yo, always remember that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's short and as days pass by, the nearer your death is to you. Personally, I don't think it's really worth it to waste your time just by waiting for things to happen. You take the initiative, the first step, to do something. That way, you don't have to waste time wondering whether those things are gonna happen or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, sometimes, things don't happen the way you expect it to turn out. Well, that's another thing. Whatuuuduu, life is so complicated. I mean if life was so easy, where's the adventure and drama to it right? Heh, basically, I think what I'm trying to say is that we should all be brave and do something about our lives. Create that spark, make it more interesting so that when you grow old, you look back at your old life without any regrets missed out doing stuff in the past. Pfft, what's the point? It's easier said than done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-888740110136394296?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/888740110136394296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=888740110136394296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/888740110136394296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/888740110136394296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/10/terrified.html' title='terrified'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMFkU7_sy3I/AAAAAAAAAtI/xMyST7L0ocY/s72-c/hurt+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-3014404344602501569</id><published>2010-10-21T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T19:04:39.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMAbzfKePII/AAAAAAAAAtA/cFlLrA6cKSA/s1600/P1040302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMAbzfKePII/AAAAAAAAAtA/cFlLrA6cKSA/s320/P1040302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530450913763671170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to admit, the haze is not looking so good. In fact, it's actually quite irritating. I can't even see clearly now. Okay, maybe it's partly because I'm not wearing my specs and I see blobs but still. Ergh, okay whatever haze, you're not gonna spoil my mood. Haze or no haze, I'm gonna stay happy. Tomorrow, people, better watch ouuuuuuuuut. Bloop bloop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-3014404344602501569?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3014404344602501569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=3014404344602501569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3014404344602501569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3014404344602501569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/10/fireworks.html' title='fireworks'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TMAbzfKePII/AAAAAAAAAtA/cFlLrA6cKSA/s72-c/P1040302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-5870755271525670852</id><published>2010-10-20T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T21:42:02.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold my hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TL7wKkog52I/AAAAAAAAAs4/IgPLJIvX7NQ/s1600/breath..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TL7wKkog52I/AAAAAAAAAs4/IgPLJIvX7NQ/s320/breath..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530121456880510818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hold my hand and we'll go on with life together. We would not be afraid of being separated cos we'll know that we will have each other forever, continuing life without any fear. How damned life is wouldn't matter cos no matter what, we'll be there for each other. We will support each other, cheer each other up when either one of us is down. Everyday, we wake up, knowing and sure that we'll see one another the next morning. It's a nice feeling, you'll agree with me after you've had a chance to feel it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(28, 21, 16); line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-5870755271525670852?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5870755271525670852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=5870755271525670852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5870755271525670852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5870755271525670852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/10/hold-my-hand.html' title='hold my hand'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TL7wKkog52I/AAAAAAAAAs4/IgPLJIvX7NQ/s72-c/breath..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-1864706059621469861</id><published>2010-10-18T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T22:08:09.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep on breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLxRQ7iKK3I/AAAAAAAAAsw/9bJBDvCtcKU/s1600/miseryyyyyyyy..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLxRQ7iKK3I/AAAAAAAAAsw/9bJBDvCtcKU/s320/miseryyyyyyyy..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529383793804847986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe my lack of fangirling hot celebrities and me neglecting Cesc Fabregas is not doing me much good. I've been super emo and jiwang lately. It might actually be cos of emokid#1, my girlf, or budak jiwang tu ah. Tskkkk, I've got to find a way to cheer myself up somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh, I miss Hadi, Irfan and Darwis man. Good times last time, made me laugh everytime y'all cracked up some lame joke about random stuff. Heh, teasing teachers, bullying people, awesome times. Now, I hardly see them, but their absence is totally felt. Last time, everytime I was down, they'll never fail to cheer me up. Hah, now I'm down, they're not there to cheer me up. Hmmph, life's so boring and mundane now. Gosh, what happened to them, ergh whatever. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today, I made friends with someone called, lets just call that person shark. Heh, y'know shark is very cute, and I know that shark is reading this, so HELLO THERE. Tag okay? Thanks to you, today, I happy siket. Kalau tak, alah, long story, but yeah, thankyou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a random note, today I went window-shopping with Ama, and at the same time, we went around looking out for [to]mat[toes] and [hye]nas. We, no, I mean I actually wanted to look for cheap shirts. Pfft, in the end, the cheapest shirt was around seven bucks, but the design is so eew. So, I've made a decision to save money and buy a nice shirt soon for myself. Good idea? Yeah, definitely, I know right! Okay, I am talking to myself already. Deyyy, I'm crazy. &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/5731085535477764360-1864706059621469861?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/1864706059621469861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=1864706059621469861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/1864706059621469861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/1864706059621469861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/10/keep-on-breathing.html' title='keep on breathing'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLxRQ7iKK3I/AAAAAAAAAsw/9bJBDvCtcKU/s72-c/miseryyyyyyyy..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-6279990486602599232</id><published>2010-10-17T18:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T18:51:56.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just to be with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLrODBk_ToI/AAAAAAAAAso/HU4EbzlxDhU/s1600/you+remind+me+of+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLrODBk_ToI/AAAAAAAAAso/HU4EbzlxDhU/s320/you+remind+me+of+home.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528958043909213826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, it seems like I can't upload the Jalan [Terlambat] Raya pics. Hence, I shall upload it soon, but not today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I've been quieter lately, which is kinda weird for me, some chatterbox, to be really quiet. It's because there has been a lot on my mind lately. Some of you might know what I'm talking about, some might not know what I'm talking about. Pfft, once again, it's over, I've got to move on with life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've been more observant than usual lately. I've been going on with life, paying attention to all the small things happening around. These days, because exams have ended, I go out more often and watch all the weird human behaviours in this small world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that note, by looking at what is around me, it seems that human beings take everything they have for granted. They don't really cherish what they have until the very last moment when they're about to lose it. If you think about it properly, it's suck a waste if everyone's like that. I know it's true that we don't know what we've got until we lost it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, what I'm trying to say is to not realise that you have something precious until the last minute. We should be fast before we're sorry in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmph, after living 14 years and almost 2 months of my life, I found out that in this world, there are never stupid questions, there are only stupid, silly and foolish birdbrained people. Why oh why do they have to exist? Grr, oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-6279990486602599232?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6279990486602599232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=6279990486602599232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6279990486602599232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6279990486602599232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/10/ill-sail-across-sea-just-to-be-with-you.html' title='just to be with you'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLrODBk_ToI/AAAAAAAAAso/HU4EbzlxDhU/s72-c/you+remind+me+of+home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-5743949430305800957</id><published>2010-10-15T06:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T07:22:13.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I put my hands up in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLeLZcPlMQI/AAAAAAAAAsg/0zYQ3Zpi_CY/s1600/whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLeLZcPlMQI/AAAAAAAAAsg/0zYQ3Zpi_CY/s320/whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528040336815108354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NI JIN TIAN FANG PI LIAO MEIYEO?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girlf (Radiya) has been spamming my inbox with song lyrics. Hmmmph, I guess I'll spam hers too. It's not her fault, she's outdated, too busy studying heh. Whoa Amelia, speak for yourself. Omg, I'm outdated too, so don't worry girlf, you're not alone! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this post is gonna be filled with animals cos it's supposed to be anonymous. Ooh, I'm gonna call myself Badot over here. For those of you who understand, then that's gooooooood. If not, I'm sorry, but you can still continue reading if you want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yesterday was alright. Platypus and Badot decided to meet at J8, then go to moelc together. Unfortunately, Badot was too early. After which, Badot called Platypus to ask where she was. She was with Duck. While on the phone, Badot went to Macs to buy McFlurry. In the end, Duck and Platypus agreed that Badot could tag along to the library. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the library, Badot felt super awkward cos she didn't really know Duck well. Hence, on that day, she made a new friend, Duck. Badot felt that she was disturbing Platypus and Duck so she just sat at one corner, picked a book without even really looking twice. Badot knew that she wasn't really gonna read the book, cos she didn't really feel like it. Instead, she became budak jiwang/emokid there sitting at the corner with her earpieces in her ears, blasting loud music. &lt;i&gt;(I think I'm gonna go deaf soon, Platypus agreed with me.&lt;/i&gt;) So, Badot stayed emokid for 1hr and 15 mins around there and after that, she eventually decided to read the book. However, she was SHOCKED cos the book's title was 'The Evolution of Kissing'. (&lt;i&gt;After thinking about it, I still can't believe I picked that book -.-&lt;/i&gt;) She didn't even touch the book and continued being budak jiwang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After two hours, Duck, Platypus and Badot decided that it was time to go to moelc. So, Badot and Duck waited for Platypus to change. Unfortunately, Duck had to go home straight after that. After which, Platypus and Badot made their way to moelc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blahblahblah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we went home. The end.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Sab said is true:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls aren't going to talk to you first. It's a girl thing. We don't like starting the conversation cos we like to feel like you wanna talk to us. We like to feel like the wait was worth something. We like feeling like you've waited for us like we've waited for you, but the number one reason we hate talking first is cos we hate to seem needy or clingy. That's why we're scared, cos to us, being needy and obsessive just pushes guys away and no girl wants that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/5731085535477764360-5743949430305800957?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5743949430305800957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=5743949430305800957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5743949430305800957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5743949430305800957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-put-my-hands-up-in-air-sometimes.html' title='I put my hands up in the air'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLeLZcPlMQI/AAAAAAAAAsg/0zYQ3Zpi_CY/s72-c/whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-3581042731715483446</id><published>2010-10-14T07:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T07:58:55.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm never ever going to let you go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;WANNA MEET MY GIRLF?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLY_-0uffBI/AAAAAAAAAsY/u8RiRkKC8CM/s1600/sorrrrrrrrrrrrrry.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLY_-1xLI3I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fo_LpsLuqI0/s1600/girlf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLY_-1xLI3I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fo_LpsLuqI0/s320/girlf.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527675941461631858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLY_pvHS9dI/AAAAAAAAAsI/WdQWVqn-hZw/s1600/heh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLY_pvHS9dI/AAAAAAAAAsI/WdQWVqn-hZw/s320/heh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527675578898118098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLY_pbjPH3I/AAAAAAAAAsA/BhzjYlOjySI/s1600/brooooooooooos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLY_pbjPH3I/AAAAAAAAAsA/BhzjYlOjySI/s320/brooooooooooos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527675573646598002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLY_pJtwLgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/xW3ROnFTh3U/s1600/muahaha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLY_pJtwLgI/AAAAAAAAAr4/xW3ROnFTh3U/s320/muahaha.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527675568858869250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLY_pEnHH9I/AAAAAAAAArw/a6c1UKby5Fg/s1600/MUAHA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLY_pEnHH9I/AAAAAAAAArw/a6c1UKby5Fg/s320/MUAHA.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527675567488835538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, it was just pure awesome. Last day of exams, so, I went out with my fellow brothers, their girlf, my girlf, my sister, my kawans to swensens and took pics together. It was as if it was the last day of the world. So, all of us were kinda broke right after the trip. Swensens cost us around $85 and the neoprints were $22 or something like that, but we all split the cost, so it wasn't so bad, I guess. Anyway, it was super nice walking around like retards/gangsters getting lost halfway. Wait, okay, maybe that's just me, cos I don't really navigate well. Hmmph. Oh well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLY_-0uffBI/AAAAAAAAAsY/u8RiRkKC8CM/s320/sorrrrrrrrrrrrrry.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527675941181946898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In life, usually, lies are much nicer things to listen to, if compared to the truth. Truth hurts, I know. I've learnt that the hard way. It sucks to have to hear the truth after all the lies have been told. Geez, I feel like an emo kid. It's like as if the world swallows you up like you're some insignificant piece of shit who doesn't deserve a life. It's like you're made just to pass through life, some random phase, then die, another random phase. Well then, maybe that's it, that's how life works. That's why life sucks. See what I mean, I feel like some budak jiwang. Pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-3581042731715483446?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3581042731715483446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=3581042731715483446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3581042731715483446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3581042731715483446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-never-ever-going-to-let-you-go.html' title='I&apos;m never ever going to let you go'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLY_-1xLI3I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fo_LpsLuqI0/s72-c/girlf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-2480428857607241722</id><published>2010-10-12T22:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:52:39.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the heck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLRtnUqmbzI/AAAAAAAAAro/nDfPWrj2FJ4/s1600/fuck+i+seriously+miss+you..png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLRtnUqmbzI/AAAAAAAAAro/nDfPWrj2FJ4/s320/fuck+i+seriously+miss+you..png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527163165020155698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I know I know, I'm gonna give her credit. Got the picture from Sab's blog, thanks sab. Anyway, this entry will be mostly in Malay, sorry, I've gotta rant. Might contain a handful of vulgarities, so little cousin, if you see this, please don't continue.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Somehow, somewhere, I wonder what happened along the line. You were influenced by all those dumb assholes. Kau dengar dorang smue asal? Alamak, aku pikirkan pon fed up saaaaaaaaak. Nasib baek ah kau laki, kalau kau pompuan, mak oi, aku ingat kau takleh tahan. Everytime, I think about what they said, the only thing inside my head is _l_ Then again, susah jugak dapat kawan macam kau. That's why I fucking miss you so much. Hmmmmph, why do I keep thinking of you? Oh that's right, I know why, I read that text you sent to me on 23/9 every night. Every fucking single night, but guess what? Nothing's gonna change. Waaaaaah, I also have no idea why I'm wasting one freaking entry for you. It's not even worth it. Dumbass lah kau, kene influenced sampai cam gini skali, irritating ah. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-2480428857607241722?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/2480428857607241722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=2480428857607241722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/2480428857607241722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/2480428857607241722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-heck.html' title='what the heck'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TLRtnUqmbzI/AAAAAAAAAro/nDfPWrj2FJ4/s72-c/fuck+i+seriously+miss+you..png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-5058022382894362702</id><published>2010-10-08T18:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T18:35:20.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when life starts to bore you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;you start taking weird and random pictures! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;my stationery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7xI55cLLI/AAAAAAAAArg/VjoZqW7Jp2U/s1600/P1040013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7xI55cLLI/AAAAAAAAArg/VjoZqW7Jp2U/s320/P1040013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525618928113167538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;in literature class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7xIou9kHI/AAAAAAAAArY/0zsXo_RB8Uw/s1600/P1040017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7xIou9kHI/AAAAAAAAArY/0zsXo_RB8Uw/s320/P1040017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525618923505815666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;my yupi wrapper, i was lazy to throw it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7xIL1DT1I/AAAAAAAAArQ/W_RqKfT0f6A/s1600/P1040018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7xIL1DT1I/AAAAAAAAArQ/W_RqKfT0f6A/s320/P1040018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525618915746729810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;so unglammmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7xHlQQHJI/AAAAAAAAArI/JloUnWu4ZPo/s1600/P1040001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7xHlQQHJI/AAAAAAAAArI/JloUnWu4ZPo/s320/P1040001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525618905391832210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;hehe sab and char, ultimate models!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7xHe5FclI/AAAAAAAAArA/mNAKvTsblWA/s1600/P1040004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7xHe5FclI/AAAAAAAAArA/mNAKvTsblWA/s320/P1040004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525618903684051538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7wgCyO_aI/AAAAAAAAAq4/CY-QrgGG4f0/s1600/P1040005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7wgCyO_aI/AAAAAAAAAq4/CY-QrgGG4f0/s320/P1040005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525618226124225954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7wf-NImdI/AAAAAAAAAqw/qQ0zL-cHqbU/s1600/P1040006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7wf-NImdI/AAAAAAAAAqw/qQ0zL-cHqbU/s320/P1040006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525618224894876114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7wfXhb4II/AAAAAAAAAqo/m6UzKd3W26o/s1600/P1040007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7wfXhb4II/AAAAAAAAAqo/m6UzKd3W26o/s320/P1040007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525618214511042690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7wfCUHw9I/AAAAAAAAAqg/4kYOh9uIfRM/s1600/P1040008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7wfCUHw9I/AAAAAAAAAqg/4kYOh9uIfRM/s320/P1040008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525618208818054098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7wepbYcaI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Lwbyd86nSHM/s1600/P1040009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7wepbYcaI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Lwbyd86nSHM/s320/P1040009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525618202137620898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I have to clarify some stuff first. Please don't get me wrong, I'm not obsessing over Charmaine or Sabrina. I mean, I do have better stuff to do lah. Plus, I see them every Monday to Friday each week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, life will start to bore you sooner or later, so, we have to find some way to entertain ourselves. Wait, that sounded wrong, okay, just pretend I didn't say that. Hmm, anyway, yeah, we start camwhoring in class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a random note, I think I contradict myself a lot. Like, how I keep saying that life sucks and then, suddenly, I'll be like "Oh, life totally rocks!" in that oh-so-enthusiastic way. So weird, I contradict myself absent-mindedly like almost every single day. Well, then again, who gives a damn? So, I'm just going to continue with life like as if nothing went wrong somewhere in the middle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Never take life seriously, no one gets out alive anyway.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-5058022382894362702?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5058022382894362702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=5058022382894362702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5058022382894362702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5058022382894362702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-life-starts-to-bore-you.html' title='when life starts to bore you'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TK7xI55cLLI/AAAAAAAAArg/VjoZqW7Jp2U/s72-c/P1040013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-8551983634456690360</id><published>2010-09-29T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T23:12:21.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awkward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;see the (char's) flower and (my) grass :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TKNW7PgyXKI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/YDv6Q2qy-tc/s1600/P1030874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TKNW7PgyXKI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/YDv6Q2qy-tc/s320/P1030874.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522353143862680738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TKNW6_UCGII/AAAAAAAAAqI/KJEv1jjckqk/s1600/P1030875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TKNW6_UCGII/AAAAAAAAAqI/KJEv1jjckqk/s320/P1030875.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522353139514218626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TKNW6vhmuNI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uksIXXgGZlo/s1600/P1030877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TKNW6vhmuNI/AAAAAAAAAqA/uksIXXgGZlo/s320/P1030877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522353135276177618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OOH CHOCOLATE BOOM BOOMZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TKNW6FAQwaI/AAAAAAAAAp4/gwG6YEpFmfI/s1600/P1030878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TKNW6FAQwaI/AAAAAAAAAp4/gwG6YEpFmfI/s320/P1030878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522353123862036898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TKNW51wYaYI/AAAAAAAAApw/QyaAT5tzWPw/s1600/P1030880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TKNW51wYaYI/AAAAAAAAApw/QyaAT5tzWPw/s320/P1030880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522353119768897922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This post is for char, since she wanted me to upload so yeah. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-8551983634456690360?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8551983634456690360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=8551983634456690360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8551983634456690360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8551983634456690360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/09/awkward.html' title='awkward'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TKNW7PgyXKI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/YDv6Q2qy-tc/s72-c/P1030874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-6957813525133496134</id><published>2010-09-26T09:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T10:11:11.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last night of our lives</title><content type='html'>Alright, today is Sunday and tomorrow is Monday. Andddd, guess what is happening on Monday? The damn awesome and fantastic third lang orals. *cheers* Am I prepared? Maybe, I guess so. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yesterday was just a total waste of time. In the morning, went to Sun Plaza for CIP with Radiya, Amalina and FangFang. Well, overall, it was quite enjoyable I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Frequently Asked Questions&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Anonymous: Were you on time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me: Nope, I didn't know where the taxi driver was going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Anonymous: What were you doing during the CIP?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me: Sitting beside Radiya, near the door, controlling the crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Anonymous: Anything interesting stuff happened?   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me: Hmm, the kids were participative... Err, someone cried (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Anonymous: How did you attend to that someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me: I went up and offered to go around the library to find his Papa, with Radiya of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Anonymous: Anything weird happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me: Yepp, this small guy, whose height barely reaches my waist, hugged me, and did want to let go of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Anonymous: Interesting, what was your reaction?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me: Erm, I asked the rest to help me and eventually, ran away from him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Anonymous: That's really... nice of you. Okay, that's all. Thank for answering all our questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me: Yeah, no problemo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, that was what that happened in the library. After the library, nothing interesting happened, other than the fact that I went to my neighbour's house yesterday and watched the Man City soccer match. Hmph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-6957813525133496134?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6957813525133496134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=6957813525133496134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6957813525133496134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6957813525133496134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-night-of-our-lives.html' title='last night of our lives'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-8804214612796424071</id><published>2010-09-25T23:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T11:50:41.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;OKAY, I CAN'T FREAKING TAKE IT ANYMORE. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Every single time I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- pass KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- scroll down my contact list &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- look through my pictures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- read through my emails &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- look at my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I THINK OF YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found something while flipping through tabs, reading blogs and something caught my eye when I read xinying's one. Here's what she posted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you want to know what my problem is?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will tell you what my problem is... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, I love your name, I love the way you look at me, I love your gorgeous smile, I love the way you walk (even if you can't), I love your beautiful eyes, I love the sound of your laugh, I love the way you get mad, I love the way I don't understand you at all, I love the way I can be having the worst day of my life and seeing you completely changes my mood, I love how when you touch me when I get weak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;that's my problem...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/913627/I-need-him-quotes"&gt;http://www.scribd.com/doc/913627/I-need-him-quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-8804214612796424071?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8804214612796424071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=8804214612796424071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8804214612796424071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8804214612796424071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-sucks.html' title='this sucks'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-6151379033756790813</id><published>2010-09-25T08:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T09:42:43.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just the way you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TJ0-VPAoKeI/AAAAAAAAApo/aa6KV594G_0/s1600/sameeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TJ0-VPAoKeI/AAAAAAAAApo/aa6KV594G_0/s320/sameeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520637252753435106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day, I believe that you will find someone who will just accept you just the way you are:-&lt;div&gt;- your looks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- your flaws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- your friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-your background&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- ... and it goes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're ignore all your flaws, forgive all your mistakes and see your own personal inner beauty. We're all humans. We're flawed. We're broken, but we try very hard to be someone else. We have landed on Earth because we're all here for the same reason, to be good at something. Don't take life for granted, you only have one chance to live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a random note, I think there's something wrong with my stomach. I have lost my appetite, and I seriously don't have the mood to eat a lot of stuff. Even if I ate, it's me forcing myself to eat. Gosh, what's happening to me. Oh well, I don't care already. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pfft, the exams are around the corner. I feel scared. At least, after a few weeks, I'll be free already. Then, the post-exam activities will come into the picture. That includes, netball carn, ACP thing, Gym concert (!!) and outward bound checkup thing. Which reminds me, I have a bad feeling about outward bound. I mean come on, no phone for five days. I'll probably just die. Think about the sandflies. The thought just irks me. Well, I think I should just forget about it first and think about it later. Grr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You might have to meet a few more jerks, but one day, you'll find someone who will treat you the way you deserve to be treated. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-6151379033756790813?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6151379033756790813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=6151379033756790813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6151379033756790813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6151379033756790813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-way-you-are.html' title='just the way you are'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TJ0-VPAoKeI/AAAAAAAAApo/aa6KV594G_0/s72-c/sameeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-1477674875960949329</id><published>2010-09-24T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:15:09.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just obvious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TJt8ATWhwWI/AAAAAAAAApI/emw8PJPaxSw/s1600/alright..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TJt8ATWhwWI/AAAAAAAAApI/emw8PJPaxSw/s320/alright..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520142112909279586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes, you wish really hard for everything to turn out good and well. Sometimes, you really think everything will go as planned. Sometimes, things turn out fantastically. Sometimes, things do fall apart, when you don't expect them too. That's when, you give up on hope. You give up thinking that good luck ever exists. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, it does. Eventually, everything will fall into place, like a puzzle. Not today, but eventually. Patience, that's why it's a virtue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-1477674875960949329?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/1477674875960949329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=1477674875960949329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/1477674875960949329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/1477674875960949329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-just-obvious.html' title='it&apos;s just obvious'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TJt8ATWhwWI/AAAAAAAAApI/emw8PJPaxSw/s72-c/alright..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-7423473046192290588</id><published>2010-09-19T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T08:35:48.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TJVXpIKFmII/AAAAAAAAAoY/EzI9gLVH6FI/s1600/background.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TJVXpIKFmII/AAAAAAAAAoY/EzI9gLVH6FI/s320/background.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518413282488457346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I realise that I don't post much nowadays. I know I can upload pictures and still consider that as a post. I regret saying this but I feel super lazy to do that. Hmm, but I can round up what happened this week (while trying not to refer to peiyu's blog), and of course, be as &lt;b&gt;VAGUE&lt;/b&gt; as possible. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) armadillo discovery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) research studies final project &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) satisfied with music class marks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) camwhore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) missing frozen oreos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) making people smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) ghost stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) pissed at some people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) weird weird &lt;i&gt;confessions &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;10) life is actually worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if I missed out anything but I think that's about it from Monday till Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For today, I think it's just going around the west area, doing hari raya visting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5731085535477764360-7423473046192290588?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/7423473046192290588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=7423473046192290588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7423473046192290588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7423473046192290588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/09/letting-go.html' title='letting go'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TJVXpIKFmII/AAAAAAAAAoY/EzI9gLVH6FI/s72-c/background.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-4704385906827835287</id><published>2010-09-09T10:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:52:50.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures on my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIi76BVbl0I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ICAM8se9_V8/s1600/GST.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIi76BVbl0I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ICAM8se9_V8/s320/GST.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514864349180303170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIi7ML3LO8I/AAAAAAAAAoI/eDZVW1BYD3k/s1600/Calleigh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIi7ML3LO8I/AAAAAAAAAoI/eDZVW1BYD3k/s320/Calleigh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514863561732209602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIi7LSeoPhI/AAAAAAAAAoA/yxIB9xzueFE/s1600/Pepper+Oni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIi7LSeoPhI/AAAAAAAAAoA/yxIB9xzueFE/s320/Pepper+Oni.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514863546328432146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIi65NPkWJI/AAAAAAAAAno/KjyYuT81KRs/s1600/Horatio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIi65NPkWJI/AAAAAAAAAno/KjyYuT81KRs/s320/Horatio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514863235685439634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIi64iitv9I/AAAAAAAAAng/0NHvs0OxaH4/s1600/Terry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIi64iitv9I/AAAAAAAAAng/0NHvs0OxaH4/s320/Terry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514863224223023058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIi63yFUP6I/AAAAAAAAAnY/cwelotyiuag/s1600/Stan+Lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIi63yFUP6I/AAAAAAAAAnY/cwelotyiuag/s320/Stan+Lee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514863211214815138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIi63TpeScI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/GQwfDsOcqHM/s1600/Love+Lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIi63TpeScI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/GQwfDsOcqHM/s320/Love+Lee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514863203044968898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIi62u1rifI/AAAAAAAAAnI/HhWDYtKpaFA/s1600/Cory+Oner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIi62u1rifI/AAAAAAAAAnI/HhWDYtKpaFA/s320/Cory+Oner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514863193164057074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of them for all the hard work they put in doing the CSI thing. Without all of them, nothing of it would be possible. I had an awesome and enjoyable time working with them and I hope they did too. Hope we can do this more often. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(28, 21, 16); line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-4704385906827835287?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/4704385906827835287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=4704385906827835287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/4704385906827835287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/4704385906827835287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/09/pictures-on-my-mind.html' title='Pictures on my mind'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIi76BVbl0I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ICAM8se9_V8/s72-c/GST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-398782613737350452</id><published>2010-09-05T21:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:39:28.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tired of trying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIObnHJ-e6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/PpT6rZYgoTE/s1600/straws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIObnHJ-e6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/PpT6rZYgoTE/s320/straws.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513421465069714338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;September holidays are going to commence soon. Excited? Nah, I have the neutral feeling. I'm totally not going "ooh" or "aah" over this matter. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, guess what I'm going goo-goo and gaga over? Reverse psychology. Yeah, you read it right. I said, reverse psychology. It is so interesting. The way the mind works. It is like if you can't convince yourself to do something, try it the other way. Most of the time, it works, trust me. Okay, I feel like a total psychopath, or loony so as to speak, who actually bothers to talk about this. I mean come on, who actually cares about reverse psychologies, other than psychiatrists? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I don't care; I'm still going to talk about it. For example, if you think that you don't have any reason to live for whatsoever, how about finding something you think that you'd actually die for. Either way, it actually works. If you have not really given much thought to it, you actually live and die for the same thing. Think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool, huh? Very cool indeed. Gosh, I love reverse psychologies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-398782613737350452?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/398782613737350452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=398782613737350452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/398782613737350452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/398782613737350452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-got-tired-of-trying.html' title='I got tired of trying'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TIObnHJ-e6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/PpT6rZYgoTE/s72-c/straws.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-142672486557874869</id><published>2010-08-22T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T10:56:41.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiptoeing across the sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/THCP1xr_wgI/AAAAAAAAAmw/gfYDjejJTzE/s1600/smile+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/THCP1xr_wgI/AAAAAAAAAmw/gfYDjejJTzE/s320/smile+smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508060498307826178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Life sucks, and then you die". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technically, that's not right. Most people would really think, "OMG, so true, that's how you can describe my life. It sucks, but I'll just die afterwards". I used to think about life in that perspective too. I used to think that even though life sucks, you'll just have to hold on, hold on to that precious dear thread until it comes a time where you have to let go. Let go of it forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I kind of changed my perspective life. I asked myself why were we given the opportunity to live if we had nothing better to do in life, other than ranting and ranting about how it just sucks. There has to be something behind life. We were all given the chance to make something out of our lives. Something meaningful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think that your life is damned, well, I think that that's just plain stupid and wrong. It was never damned, and never ever going to be for that matter. It's just you going on with the negative thinking in your head. Why go on with life thinking that it's going to end soon, when the truth is it just got started. The problems that you face every single day that makes you think that life sucks is just part of your roller coaster life. These problems are the ones that make you stronger at the end of the day. Those problems are the ones that make you accept the fact more and more that life was made for you to live it, to fulfill something from it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I think by the words of Theodore Roosevelt, "Some people are born great, while some, have greatness thrust upon them". Sure, there must be something in it to your mundane and boring life. Go and find it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so you know, life isn't so bad after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-142672486557874869?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/142672486557874869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=142672486557874869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/142672486557874869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/142672486557874869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/08/tiptoeing-across-sea.html' title='tiptoeing across the sea'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/THCP1xr_wgI/AAAAAAAAAmw/gfYDjejJTzE/s72-c/smile+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-5638182435776249338</id><published>2010-08-10T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T12:40:01.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do something like you really mean it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TGDXuZcuNwI/AAAAAAAAAmo/WrqUFHfr8mk/s1600/JUSTIN+BIEBER+HOT..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TGDXuZcuNwI/AAAAAAAAAmo/WrqUFHfr8mk/s320/JUSTIN+BIEBER+HOT..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503635936752056066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow. That's all I can say. Well, maybe, two more words: Justin Bieber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-5638182435776249338?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5638182435776249338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=5638182435776249338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5638182435776249338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5638182435776249338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/08/do-something-like-you-really-mean-it.html' title='do something like you really mean it'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TGDXuZcuNwI/AAAAAAAAAmo/WrqUFHfr8mk/s72-c/JUSTIN+BIEBER+HOT..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-6427565597280785750</id><published>2010-08-01T19:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:51:14.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finer things exist in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TFVXj0bEoQI/AAAAAAAAAmg/FDOW2fbouqc/s1600/finer+things+in+lige..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TFVXj0bEoQI/AAAAAAAAAmg/FDOW2fbouqc/s320/finer+things+in+lige..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500398792782160130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teachers, I think they should be appreciated for appreciating all the finer things in life, that usually have got nothing to do with spending money just to get that thing. All they would like to see is their students succeed in life, students enjoying their lessons etc. Well, who knows what a teacher would really want? However, from what I see, what they want is really simple. That is for their students to enjoy what they are doing right now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my point of view, compare to most of the people in this whole world, teachers deserve the credit. They put up with all the crap that we (the students) come up with patiently. They're the ones who coach us, motivate us to continue learning so that we can succeed in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In terms of stage acts, the teachers are the superb and fantastic actors/actresses in the block. Hence, they should at least get a round of applause, if not a standing ovation. All of the success that we have is actually derived from all the hard work that our teachers put into teaching us stuff, conducting lessons and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, thank you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-6427565597280785750?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6427565597280785750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=6427565597280785750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6427565597280785750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6427565597280785750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/08/finer-things-exist-in-life.html' title='finer things exist in life'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TFVXj0bEoQI/AAAAAAAAAmg/FDOW2fbouqc/s72-c/finer+things+in+lige..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-6461022464072055803</id><published>2010-07-27T15:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T15:22:02.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to nowheres ville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TE6Fro6JS-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/FH3f2DmS5kw/s1600/who+cares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TE6Fro6JS-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/FH3f2DmS5kw/s320/who+cares.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498479179828120546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people are chumps, they'll screw you up nine out of ten times in your entire life. Then again, come to think of it, who cares? Reasons why some people are considered chumps:-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(a) everytime they see something that is cool, they abandon their friends, pretending that they don't exist, but later, they expect their friends to forgive them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(b) they do stuff without thinking about the consequences or the impacts on other people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and the list goes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, why can't the world just be a peaceful and nice place for the people to live in harmony.Why must it be so hard, complicated and sophisticated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, that depends on our choices. We choose our life, the pathway. &lt;i&gt;Pfft. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-6461022464072055803?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6461022464072055803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=6461022464072055803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6461022464072055803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6461022464072055803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/welcome-to-nowheres-ville.html' title='welcome to nowheres ville'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TE6Fro6JS-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/FH3f2DmS5kw/s72-c/who+cares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-5338670120043949546</id><published>2010-07-25T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:37:28.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seeking moons rebirth</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I've always wondered how to laugh like Spongebob Squarepants. His voice is really cute and it makes people laugh everytime they hear it. Oh boy, I love Spongebob. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I love Logan and Kendall too. I wanna meet them. AAH, this is bad. I have already vowed to myself not to fangirl anymore. Now, see? Hmph, never mind, I shall keep all this stuff to myself, seemingly as though I'm not fangirl-ing anymore. Good idea? Yes, indeed it is. They are on my screen though. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TEvI__GjHBI/AAAAAAAAAls/R9MTNG-R0uA/s320/photo.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497708771732036626" /&gt;Anyway, yesterday, I went to a debate with Ama and Radee. It was quite cool. There, we met the 'muahahaha guy' and the 'roller guy'. Ama and I were laughing throughout the whole thing. Wait, I think that's just me. Ama was trying really hard to understand what they were discussing about, while I got lost halfway through. Sorry to keep distracting you, Ama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, we got bored halfway and started talking pics. I could only upload one, cos the rest are in my phone and I feel terribly lazy to go through the trouble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below: My Phone, Donald Vibrator, Cesc Fabregas keychain on my bag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TEvI_dZyxRI/AAAAAAAAAlk/GD2I-mIK-yk/s1600/image.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TEvI_dZyxRI/AAAAAAAAAlk/GD2I-mIK-yk/s320/image.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497708762685949202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Times are great, we have to cherish them. &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/5731085535477764360-5338670120043949546?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5338670120043949546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=5338670120043949546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5338670120043949546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5338670120043949546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/seeking-moons-rebirth.html' title='seeking moons rebirth'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TEvI__GjHBI/AAAAAAAAAls/R9MTNG-R0uA/s72-c/photo.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-141875912247492826</id><published>2010-07-24T07:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:56:09.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gavin rossdale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='az lyrics'/><title type='text'>half the time the world is ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TEonQ_DG4YI/AAAAAAAAAlc/pssfg9rYZIw/s1600/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TEonQ_DG4YI/AAAAAAAAAlc/pssfg9rYZIw/s320/haha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497249467914969474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've never given much thought to what we can do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;A thousand times I've seen you standing. Gravity like a lunar landing, make me run till I find you. I shut the world away from here, drift to you, you're all I hear. Everything we know fades to black. Half the time the world is ending, truth is I'm done pretending. I never thought that I had anymore to give. Pushing me so far, here I am without you. Drink to all the we have lost, mistakes we have made. Everything will change, but love remains the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me, it remains the same &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-141875912247492826?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/141875912247492826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=141875912247492826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/141875912247492826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/141875912247492826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/half-time-world-is-ending.html' title='half the time the world is ending'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TEonQ_DG4YI/AAAAAAAAAlc/pssfg9rYZIw/s72-c/haha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-8294507786762157956</id><published>2010-07-22T18:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:52:23.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the city is ours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TEgf5IvFKfI/AAAAAAAAAlU/zXf44PyHyL8/s1600/life+captured..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TEgf5IvFKfI/AAAAAAAAAlU/zXf44PyHyL8/s320/life+captured..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496678411663649266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is really meaningful. Look at the conversation between a mother [M] and her daughter [D].&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;[D]: Mummy, what colour are the clouds? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[M]: They're blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[D]: Mummy, what colour are the roads?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[M]: They're brown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[D]: Mummy, guess what I did in school today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[M]: What? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[D]: I drew a picture of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[M]: But how do you know how I look like? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[D]: Mummy, you're the prettiest and nicest mother in the whole world. I love you, Mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[M]: Darling, I love you too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[D]: Yeah Mummy, I knew that ever since I was little. Don't worry Mummy, no matter what happens, we'll stick together. After all, we're best friends, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[M]: Yeah, best friends forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5731085535477764360-8294507786762157956?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8294507786762157956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=8294507786762157956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8294507786762157956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8294507786762157956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/city-is-ours.html' title='the city is ours'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TEgf5IvFKfI/AAAAAAAAAlU/zXf44PyHyL8/s72-c/life+captured..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-9078127954017554584</id><published>2010-07-17T11:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T22:43:12.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Among the rest, you're still the best, to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TEG8vPqtgLI/AAAAAAAAAlM/__jiGRPNloE/s1600/monsters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TEG8vPqtgLI/AAAAAAAAAlM/__jiGRPNloE/s320/monsters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494880540214263986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, first, the last thing I want to tell you is that it is now 10. 42 PM and not in the morning. Sorry about the timing, I just decided to use back the blank post in my drafts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the world should be more of a nice place to live in, without any fights and quarrels happening around the world. It should be peaceful place where we can even serenade ourselves just by hearing the rustle of the leaves. The world should be a place where everyone trust each other, in whatever they are doing. Without trust, the world would not be a peaceful place. Again, that's only my opinion. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today was one hell of a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slacked for the first part of the day. Actually, that's not my fault alright. Here comes the time for me to rest. I just finished my exams, and I really deserve to rest. Moreover, I'm still sick, hence adding to the reasons why I should be resting. Teehee, see what I mean? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madrasah was nice, except for the fact that:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(a) I forgot to bring my water bottle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(b) I haven't bought the new textbook yet, so that means I had to share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c) The guys just couldn't stop staring at me, don't ask me why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than those stuff, everything's fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a random note, I can't wait for BPL to resume back. Too bad Ferguson's not rushing the World Cup players back to England to train for the upcoming cup. Okay, I am aware that by now, you, the person reading this, would have gone "HUH?" straightaway, unless you know how to talk soccer language. Heh, well, I'm sorry. I'll teach you, if you want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I can't wait for Kendall to follow me on Twitter (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poof, I'm gone.  &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/5731085535477764360-9078127954017554584?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/9078127954017554584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=9078127954017554584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/9078127954017554584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/9078127954017554584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/among-rest-youre-still-best-to-me.html' title='Among the rest, you&apos;re still the best, to me.'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TEG8vPqtgLI/AAAAAAAAAlM/__jiGRPNloE/s72-c/monsters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-4849006750451895938</id><published>2010-07-14T00:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:35:29.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winners, they'll stay like that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TDyUB83e-fI/AAAAAAAAAlE/qgWY3AMT9hw/s1600/uhhuh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TDyUB83e-fI/AAAAAAAAAlE/qgWY3AMT9hw/s320/uhhuh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493428406724786674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel so happy that they won, even though they took 116 minutes to finally shoot the ball into the net. :P That was because Fabregas came in to help Iniesta okay! They work so well together, I think they should be in the same football team, confirm that team would win anything. Lets see, I shall list down the names of the Spanish football players that have caught the attention of my friends:&lt;div&gt;- Casillas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Fabregas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Alonso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Navas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Iniesta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Villa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Torres &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Pique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, there are more to go, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, guess what I'm doing right now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(giving you time to think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing Literature Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet homework. Last question, yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will stay true and continue being a Spain supporter. ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-4849006750451895938?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/4849006750451895938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=4849006750451895938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/4849006750451895938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/4849006750451895938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/winners-theyll-stay-like-that.html' title='Winners, they&apos;ll stay like that.'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TDyUB83e-fI/AAAAAAAAAlE/qgWY3AMT9hw/s72-c/uhhuh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-7025007943340334989</id><published>2010-07-13T08:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T08:36:16.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the Circle,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;and the Circle is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TDu0VbO4RHI/AAAAAAAAAk0/w5IJa_BMXSk/s1600/wahwah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TDu0VbO4RHI/AAAAAAAAAk0/w5IJa_BMXSk/s320/wahwah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493182450688869490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I look at this, I feel sad. My horrible sore throat is killing me. Well, at least, it's in the PROCESS of killing me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, I'm making it worse, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aggravating&lt;/span&gt; it by eating milo powder. That's not the worst part. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst part is that I'm spreading the germs around the class, especially Ngoc, Sab and Char man. Sorry, eesh, I don't mean to get y'all sick. AAH, oh well, I WANNA GET WELL SOON. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*cough*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-7025007943340334989?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/7025007943340334989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=7025007943340334989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7025007943340334989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7025007943340334989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-circle.html' title='I&apos;m the Circle,'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TDu0VbO4RHI/AAAAAAAAAk0/w5IJa_BMXSk/s72-c/wahwah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-4975814135980909634</id><published>2010-07-11T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T11:38:07.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TDk8i-h_r_I/AAAAAAAAAks/fQLqMi58E4c/s1600/tumblr_l56kqcppzd1qzzbuao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TDk8i-h_r_I/AAAAAAAAAks/fQLqMi58E4c/s320/tumblr_l56kqcppzd1qzzbuao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492487792153833458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-4975814135980909634?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/4975814135980909634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=4975814135980909634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/4975814135980909634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/4975814135980909634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/lifes-like-that.html' title='Life&apos;s like that'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TDk8i-h_r_I/AAAAAAAAAks/fQLqMi58E4c/s72-c/tumblr_l56kqcppzd1qzzbuao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-1880705494729518356</id><published>2010-07-11T07:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T08:01:13.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TDj-7lGUY_I/AAAAAAAAAkc/siza_1DxQCo/s1600/it%27s+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TDj-7lGUY_I/AAAAAAAAAkc/siza_1DxQCo/s320/it%27s+time.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492420045102670834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lifeless, that's how I describe my condition right now. I feel terribly sick. I don't feel like doing anything, let alone moving from my bed, but here I am, finishing up the homework. Fortunately, I finish all my Mother Tongue homework last Friday, in the library. Phew. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah, that time, I didn't use the computer for quite sometime, right. Then, I checked my formspring, there was like 58 questions. Took me sometime to finish answering everything. However, this is nothing compared to Sabrina's 144/146 questions man. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, I have to go to the library later, for SL. Oh well, that's life. Wonder how am I going to talk with my throat like this. Bleahhhh, okay, have to continue my homework now. Hope I get well soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, bird poops are everywhere nowadays. Just when I thought they were beginning to be civilised, here they come, flying around and pooping everywhere. Sheesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poof, I'm gone. &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/5731085535477764360-1880705494729518356?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/1880705494729518356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=1880705494729518356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/1880705494729518356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/1880705494729518356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-goes-like-this-fourth-fifth.html' title='it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TDj-7lGUY_I/AAAAAAAAAkc/siza_1DxQCo/s72-c/it%27s+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-8665823385699393539</id><published>2010-07-07T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:13:10.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shot for the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TDSWeQgqVBI/AAAAAAAAAkU/EtWZ0GFH78w/s1600/guy+falling+down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TDSWeQgqVBI/AAAAAAAAAkU/EtWZ0GFH78w/s320/guy+falling+down.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491179292243678226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always adored guys that fall of swings, haha. So, my cousin's birthday party was not so bad. We took a lot of nonsensical pictures together. The camera's in my room, maybe, I'll upload next time lah okay. I feel really lazy and tired. This post is also for peiyu, since she doesn't really like the picture of the grandma in the previous post. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm doing a few things now. I must admit, I'm a pretty good multitasker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) chiong mother tongue homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Printing stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Blogging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Watching Black Hawk Down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah, y'know my father invited to watch that movie with me, scared the stuff out of me man. People kill here, people kill there. So far, the whole thing is quite nice, not bad. My father like this type of stuff, so I figured out making him happy once in a while wouldn't hurt right? (this is the part all of you say "awwwww".) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, he finally changed his mind a second ago, saying that cannot watch it at night, later, sleep have bad dreams. Now, we're watching Michael Jackson. Cool guy. He should have been alive. How sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, I'm serious. I'm sad that he died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-8665823385699393539?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8665823385699393539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=8665823385699393539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8665823385699393539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8665823385699393539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/shot-for-sky.html' title='Shot for the sky'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TDSWeQgqVBI/AAAAAAAAAkU/EtWZ0GFH78w/s72-c/guy+falling+down.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-5256544282427022649</id><published>2010-07-07T11:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:14:07.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty little secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NANA.  YOU'RE OLD ALREADY :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4ofcyqMbY1qcu9uvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 313px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4ofcyqMbY1qcu9uvo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old people, why are they so cute? &lt;div&gt;1) When they say something, they don't really know what they're saying. So, it comes out funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) When they intend to say something in english, the pronunciation comes out a tad wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) They like to describe stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) They tend to do the wrong things, in a hilarious way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Their jokes are really cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, I really adore old folks cos they make me laugh alot. Like, I'll be looking forward to going home and talking to my grandma about stuff and to my grandpa about soccer and animals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, some people have claimed that my posts are getting more emo-ey, philosophical and yada yada. Well, okay, I apologise, I was trying to improve my writing skills, so, since sad and depressing topics seem to allow me to use more 'cheem' words, I started writing about them. However, now, I have realised that those stuff don't really help. I might as well stick to writing quirky stuff :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a weird and random note, has anyone heard about Greyson Chance? Go watch him on YouTube, I think he's quite cool, in someways that most of the people won't understand and a way that I'm too lazy to elaborate about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently experiencing some dilemma over here, trying to decide whether I should be more obsessed about Percy Jackson or Twilight Saga, right after soccer. Well, Smidds (Ama) would definitely ask me to pick Percy Jackson over Twilight lah, but if I were to ask Louisa or something, she would surely ask me to choose twilight instead. See what I mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, c'est la vie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-5256544282427022649?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5256544282427022649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=5256544282427022649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5256544282427022649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5256544282427022649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/dirty-little-secret.html' title='dirty little secret'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-751017903646326951</id><published>2010-07-06T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T14:09:02.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>killing an eel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4nuuvrBhC1qauvv3o1_400.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 103px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4nuuvrBhC1qauvv3o1_400.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;life is so great. I'm sitting beside peiyu now. this blog will be on hiatus for quite sometime, I warned you, people. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, anyway, Speech and Drama was quite nice. Well, I think it shocked Ms Wu to the max. I started talking about holes, taylor lautner being naked in eclipse for one of the scenes and other stuff. I don't think I want to put about it here, cos that'll be super weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to end here and concentrate on RS (actually, not). OH WELL, TOODLES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-751017903646326951?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/751017903646326951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=751017903646326951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/751017903646326951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/751017903646326951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/killing-eel.html' title='killing an eel'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-8276332858760818751</id><published>2010-07-05T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:53:06.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, tomorrow has to start with today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TDE32y3R8EI/AAAAAAAAAkM/QS2zLXFSHR0/s1600/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TDE32y3R8EI/AAAAAAAAAkM/QS2zLXFSHR0/s320/dance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490230835247444034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often, I think that I have a despicable life. However, other than that, I realise that it's full of surprises. You don't really know what's going to happen tomorrow. Well, actually I do know the gist of tomorrow. First, I go through my phase of life in school. Then, I'll go guitar and blah blah blah. Yeahh, that's it. I don't really know what's going to happen in between these stuff (or activities, whatever you call it). Lets just wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel bad, REALLY BAD. I like to procrastinate and that's a huge problem. My distractions are computer, ipod, storybooks and the last one is, space. I'm telling you, space distracts me. As long as I see an empty space, I will just keep shifting my position until I cover every empty space visible to me. Okay, maybe, there's a name for this disorder or something like that. It's called OCD, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Anyway, back to the main point, I like to procrastinate stuff that are actually supposed to be done. For example, I'm supposed to be studying history now and guess what I'm doing instead? Updating my blog, which has been on hiatus for a long time, and does not serve a purpose in life whatsoever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life as a teenager, it's not so bad. At least, it's still way better than a life of an economically active person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I wish, we weren't civilised. We would just stick to farming, eating and living a simple life, with no worries. Oh well, lets just hope life doesn't get any worse or better than this. Hope, it's the only thing that's left when all else falls on this planet, Earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-8276332858760818751?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/8276332858760818751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=8276332858760818751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8276332858760818751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/8276332858760818751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/07/sometimes-tomorrow-has-to-start-with.html' title='Sometimes, tomorrow has to start with today'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TDE32y3R8EI/AAAAAAAAAkM/QS2zLXFSHR0/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-660182629274898098</id><published>2010-06-25T18:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:03:06.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if today was a fairytale,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;everything would come true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TCSHw_1KQaI/AAAAAAAAAkE/UojIKQprG1E/s1600/feeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TCSHw_1KQaI/AAAAAAAAAkE/UojIKQprG1E/s320/feeling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486659521881981346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not quite sure what I'm feeling now. It's very strong. I thought I got over the time when I lost my appetite, but it came back again. I'm pretty sure that this has got to do with an impact of a particular movie on me. I swear that this thing is going to last for a long time. I want to memorize every detail, go into the movie, play it back in slow motion, and make it last forever. Gahhh, sometimes, I blame movies for all the strong emotions impacted on the audience. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someday, this will just be a memory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-660182629274898098?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/660182629274898098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=660182629274898098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/660182629274898098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/660182629274898098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-today-was-fairytale_25.html' title='if today was a fairytale,'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TCSHw_1KQaI/AAAAAAAAAkE/UojIKQprG1E/s72-c/feeling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-3079264889463762914</id><published>2010-06-25T10:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:38:31.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patchwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TCQWKOCo0FI/AAAAAAAAAj8/AwHp_RhQhYo/s1600/boring.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TCQWKOCo0FI/AAAAAAAAAj8/AwHp_RhQhYo/s1600/boring.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(71, 71, 71); line-height: 15px; "&gt;So, I am feeling pretty bored now. Though I have one thing to confess.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;I AM IN LOVE WITH ZEBRAS. ZEBRAS ARE WAY BETTER THAN PLATYPUS, RADIYA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-3079264889463762914?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3079264889463762914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=3079264889463762914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3079264889463762914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3079264889463762914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/06/patchwork.html' title='patchwork'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TCQWKOCo0FI/AAAAAAAAAj8/AwHp_RhQhYo/s72-c/boring.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-1005532010596595825</id><published>2010-06-23T09:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T09:55:58.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>impossible as it may seem,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm flying without wings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TCKx6bID7kI/AAAAAAAAAjs/T5Y44R6Z-Uw/s1600/ducklings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TCKx6bID7kI/AAAAAAAAAjs/T5Y44R6Z-Uw/s320/ducklings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486142913362783810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm beginning to wonder whether I have completed my homework already or not, beginning to doubt whether there aren't any homework left. yeeeesh. Although I'm still worrying over all these matter, I'm proud to say that I have successfully caught up and watched a handful of movies during the holidays. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Avatar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) My Sister's Keeper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) When In Rome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Shutter Island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Date Night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Toy Story 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Niyang Rapik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Pisau Cukur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, I think that's about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from that, although I have vowed to myself not to fangirl about anything other than soccer, I must say that Peter Facinelli, Kiowa Gordon and Alex Meraz are appearing more good-looking to me. Heh, okay, so Eclipse is coming out, and I'm going to watch it. I'm sure it's going to be fantastic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would really want to open my eyes, walk down by the bay on the shore, staring up at the planes that aren't there anymore. Imagine what it's like. So tranquil that you can even hear your own thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5731085535477764360-1005532010596595825?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/1005532010596595825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=1005532010596595825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/1005532010596595825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/1005532010596595825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/06/impossible-as-it-may-seem.html' title='impossible as it may seem,'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TCKx6bID7kI/AAAAAAAAAjs/T5Y44R6Z-Uw/s72-c/ducklings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-7469263790657441744</id><published>2010-06-22T14:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:16:28.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelmed by idiocy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TCBhWpGbioI/AAAAAAAAAjc/E0zMCZ_PWNA/s1600/sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TCBhWpGbioI/AAAAAAAAAjc/E0zMCZ_PWNA/s320/sand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485491387755104898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm telling you, this holiday is not that bad after all. With my mundane life and all, I have nothing to complain about, because I think it's just average. Nonetheless, I still have to say that I have not been getting that much of sleep these days. Sleeping around 3 AM and waking up at 6 AM certainly do not help my system to work properly. I must confess though, it is partly my fault, with my getting hooked up with Breaking Dawn, although I have already read it for the umpteenth time. Oh well, I could simply put it that I love it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from that, school is reopening in 5 days (?!). bleahhh, this means that it is getting closer to the Performance Task due date and the Geography test. Dear God, if you hear me, please please help me. I am begging you. Guess I have to chill and focus. Okay, so, to chill and focus, two activities of opposing ends do not seem so bad. I kinda know how to get around with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My observation:  people these days get stressed up way too easily. Oh, come on! adapt stress management techniques. Life is far too short to let it pass by wastefully. Appreciate and enjoy in whatever activities you indulge in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my quick 2-minute tips. Breathe in and breathe out. Think happy thoughts and try to manage your emotions. It is all in the mind. Remember, brain is a powerful tool. If you are really annoyed with someone, just bear in mind that making people happy is a good thing and that patience is a virtue. Trust me, it would do wonders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-7469263790657441744?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/7469263790657441744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=7469263790657441744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7469263790657441744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7469263790657441744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/06/overwhelmed-by-idiocy.html' title='overwhelmed by idiocy'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TCBhWpGbioI/AAAAAAAAAjc/E0zMCZ_PWNA/s72-c/sand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-6939871473512252989</id><published>2010-06-21T09:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T10:20:53.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreak warfare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TB7EyOCRcjI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kyCr-7NtlLE/s1600/cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TB7EyOCRcjI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kyCr-7NtlLE/s320/cool.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485037763223974450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toy Story 3 was a very nice movie indeed. With the funny characters inside it, I did not really mind sitting uncomfortably watching the movie. Awesome. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MISS SEDUCING THE CLASSROOM DOOR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MISS EMPTYING THE DUSTBIN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MISS SITTING IN CLASS, STARING INTO SPACE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MISS SINGING WITH CASSIA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MISS TALKING ABOUT FABREGAS WITH ALICIA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MISS SITTING IN THE SECOND ROW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sum it all up, I miss school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a random note, just when I thought the birds are more civilised than before, not pooping around. Yesterday, a bird came, aimed directly at the window of my car and *ploop* there it is. The awaited bird shit there. bleahh, whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bididdi bum bididdi boo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-6939871473512252989?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6939871473512252989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=6939871473512252989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6939871473512252989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6939871473512252989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/06/heartbreak-warfare.html' title='heartbreak warfare'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TB7EyOCRcjI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kyCr-7NtlLE/s72-c/cool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-4418008119336214366</id><published>2010-06-18T09:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T10:10:07.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cyclones can't break us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TBrMojVpbzI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Je0xW5VeA1U/s1600/sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TBrMojVpbzI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Je0xW5VeA1U/s320/sky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483920493329870642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am with a confession to make. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I AM OBSESSED WITH TWILIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; again, similar to what I wrote in my 8th and 10th posts. Just when I thought I could get over this obsession, here it comes again, haunting me, after I reread my twilight saga books. Even though most of friends and family members think that twilight is overrated and very common, I don't really mind because it's really nice. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I envy Bella though, she has Edward, who is a right smack of heaven in her hell. So ironic! However, there is one part which I am really jealous about, that is Isabella Marie Swan gets a werewolf as her best friend/son-in-law and a vampire as a soulmate. How fantastic can her life be? I mean come on, why does she get all this? Maybe, it's because the twilight saga is just a romantic fantasy and it is just a storybook, created to allow your mind to idle around, imagining Bella's wonderful life in Forks. Pfft, you know what, whatever, though I still think werewolves are much better than vampire, contrary to what I said in my 8th and 10th post. I'm sorry, I change my mind a whole lot more times than what people give me credit for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, she has the worst nightmares ever. Reading it makes me think, ponder over it. After all, the dreams I have, similar to hers, are my eternal damnation. Gosh, I bet I'm not making sense right now, that's because I'm ranting. I had bad dreams last night too, but fortunately it wasn't long before I started dreaming about something else, something more peaceful and serene. Awesome luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, back to my life. I had cookies and sparkling apple for breakfast. How unhealthy can I get? I didn't have time to buy breakfast when I went to the market just now, but it doesn't bug me to be unhealthy. It is good to be so once in a while. Which reminds me about the trip to the market just now. I think this may be just a coincidence. I heard four familiar songs, just now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Jason Mraz- I'm Yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Michael Buble- Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) James Blunt- Carry You Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Tiffany Giardina- Eternal Flame &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;It's so hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Century Gothic', sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Century Gothic', sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-4418008119336214366?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/4418008119336214366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=4418008119336214366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/4418008119336214366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/4418008119336214366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/06/cyclones-cant-break-us.html' title='cyclones can&apos;t break us'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TBrMojVpbzI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Je0xW5VeA1U/s72-c/sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-2029401359382946953</id><published>2010-06-17T08:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T08:31:21.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost on the streets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TBlo8BAgWSI/AAAAAAAAAis/dPc9hQxZVA8/s1600/what.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TBlo8BAgWSI/AAAAAAAAAis/dPc9hQxZVA8/s320/what.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483529401572284706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe, reading back my Twilight Saga isn't such a good idea. I read it too much that I have been getting bad dreams. Isabella Swan has been affecting me deeply. My dreams, they're just like hers. Nothing at all, empty. Luckily, I don't go shouting at the top of my lungs. I have thought about it. I mean come on, what's the use of shouting at the top of my lungs, when the rest of the whole family is sleeping. bleahh, whatever, I bet I'll get used to it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's sort of been great these days, except for the fact that I touched an apple's mould and puked yesterday. The mould on the apple, ahh, that was revolting. I went screaming when I finally realised what I was touching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YUCK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, about the puking part, I don't think that should be relevant in here. That would be Too Much Info. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to the awesomeness of life. I listen to music every single day, which is a good thing. Music blasting into my ears. Wait, I don't think that's a good thing because my hearing is deteriorating. At least, someone promised to buy me hearing aids for my birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a random note, I have been wondering. For the past few years of my life, I have never given much thought to how I would die and disappear from this world. Here are the possible cases:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(a) heart attack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(b) suffocation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c) car accident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(d) fall in the toilet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(e) a natural death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(f) in my sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I would choose (f). What if I were to die an unfathomable death? Oh well, alas, why should I be so pessimistic? Maybe, that's because I'm scared to die and if I was going to die, I would like to be prepared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-2029401359382946953?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/2029401359382946953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=2029401359382946953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/2029401359382946953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/2029401359382946953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/06/lost-on-streets.html' title='lost on the streets'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TBlo8BAgWSI/AAAAAAAAAis/dPc9hQxZVA8/s72-c/what.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-7734081180007310115</id><published>2010-06-15T08:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T08:19:52.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lackadaisical</title><content type='html'>I've been wondering whether dreams really come true in real life, whether it is just a figment of our own imaginations or even there is just a technical glitch in our brains. I don't really think that the last option counts since that would mean that you're a psychopath. bleahh, some of my dreams are really nice and I would normally hope that it would happen to me, but good luck tended to avoid me. Luckily, I rarely have any bad dreams. Oh well, just hope that what dreams are made of would eventually come true (if they're nice ones). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from that, I really want to watch a strawberry avalanche or even a vanilla twilight. I think for this, I would have to rely on my dreams. Sweet dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-7734081180007310115?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/7734081180007310115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=7734081180007310115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7734081180007310115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7734081180007310115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/06/lackadaisical.html' title='Lackadaisical'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-7765271028915003243</id><published>2010-06-14T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:35:19.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='az lyrics'/><title type='text'>Threaten My Very Survival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Love Will Keep You Up All Night- Backstreet Boys&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" white-space: normal;  font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Brian:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell nobody&lt;br /&gt;I'll just scream it in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good in life is scripted&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we predicted&lt;br /&gt;That the one you want&lt;br /&gt;Is gonna be the one you thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Nick:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell nobody&lt;br /&gt;But I won't live like a prisoner&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has to be so perfect&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me was it worth it&lt;br /&gt;Because her heart can't lie&lt;br /&gt;And even though her face may try&lt;br /&gt;Love can keep you up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Chorus (mainly Nick):]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause love will keep you up all night&lt;br /&gt;It's not something you can decide&lt;br /&gt;One day you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;The next you're crying on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;br /&gt;You got a taste of sweet divine&lt;br /&gt;It took you to the other side&lt;br /&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Brian:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't tell a living soul&lt;br /&gt;Still everyone would know&lt;br /&gt;Yes they would&lt;br /&gt;It's always three am somewhere&lt;br /&gt;You know it when you get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[AJ:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people try to cover it up&lt;br /&gt;Some people think it's never enough (never enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Chorus (mainly AJ):]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause love will keep you up all night&lt;br /&gt;It's not something you can decide&lt;br /&gt;One day you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;The next you're crying on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;br /&gt;You got a taste of sweet divine&lt;br /&gt;It took you to the other side&lt;br /&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Nick:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to scare you&lt;br /&gt;But everybody has a first time&lt;br /&gt;One day when you're old and gray&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back and never say&lt;br /&gt;You should have tried&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;br /&gt;It's not something you can decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[AJ:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;The next you're crying on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[All:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;br /&gt;You got a taste of sweet divine&lt;br /&gt;It took you to the other side&lt;br /&gt;To the other side&lt;br /&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;br /&gt;It's not something you can decide&lt;br /&gt;One day you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;The next you're cryin', you're cryin'&lt;br /&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;br /&gt;You got a taste of sweet divine&lt;br /&gt;It took you to the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;br /&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[AJ:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will keep you up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-7765271028915003243?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/7765271028915003243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=7765271028915003243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7765271028915003243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7765271028915003243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/06/threaten-my-very-survival.html' title='Threaten My Very Survival'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-4058107473801895255</id><published>2010-06-10T09:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T10:47:39.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done no wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I want to go shopping again. The last time I went shopping was at Melacca with Munaya and Athira. Since it's the Great Singapore Sale, I think we should take the chance to buy the items that we want for lesser price. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, my diarrhoea is really killing me. I'm dying and I keep going to the toilet. Someone please help me! AAH, okay, going off to the toilet again. pfft.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I end, I just wanna say that I made a formspring account already. Come ask me questions at formspring.me/myriaddreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-4058107473801895255?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/4058107473801895255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=4058107473801895255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/4058107473801895255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/4058107473801895255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/06/done-no-wrong.html' title='Done no wrong'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-216335161355796990</id><published>2010-06-09T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:30:35.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inexplicable images</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TA78rN0S5FI/AAAAAAAAAik/xaJwQupdkx8/s1600/Life..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TA78rN0S5FI/AAAAAAAAAik/xaJwQupdkx8/s320/Life..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480595615930049618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life's gonna get back at you, you just wait. Watch out, rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-216335161355796990?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/216335161355796990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=216335161355796990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/216335161355796990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/216335161355796990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/06/inexplicable-images.html' title='Inexplicable images'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TA78rN0S5FI/AAAAAAAAAik/xaJwQupdkx8/s72-c/Life..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-3003816234740970107</id><published>2010-06-08T09:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:05:15.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inhumanly beautiful</title><content type='html'>I've never given much thought to what would happen if I were to die. I know it may seem sadistic and all, but think about it. First, there's my family and friends. What would happen to them if I die? Second, my overwhelming number of various accounts on the Internet seems to pose as a problem. I mean, seriously, who is going to manage all of them? Maybe, I should just let them rot, bleahh. However, I can't bring myself to regret the decision of creating the accounts since they do benefit me in some ways that might not to other people. Oh well, I guess I do have a lot of free time to think about it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, it started to rain a few minutes ago in this inconsequential neighbourhood. However, sadly, it rained without showing any evident degree of permanence, a feat would have been altogether impossible during the rainy season a few months ago. It seems to be a relief to stare dejectedly out of the window now, since the rain has stopped and there seems to be a gloomy, omnipresent shade outside, trust me. The rain today was actually unexpected because there was no news about this yesterday. I guess when life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end. Life's great, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-3003816234740970107?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3003816234740970107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=3003816234740970107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3003816234740970107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3003816234740970107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/06/inhumanly-beautiful.html' title='Inhumanly beautiful'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-6502478731933731036</id><published>2010-06-07T11:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T11:32:36.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='az lyrics'/><title type='text'>Flying Elephants</title><content type='html'>Have you ever tried listening carefully to the lyrics sang by your favourite artists? If you have not, I recommend y'all to open up your eyes and listen carefully. Try to put yourself into the song, it allows you to reflect. Come on and try it with the song below. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kris Allen- The Truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lying next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Century Gothic&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wishing I could disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Let you fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And vanish out into thin air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's the elephant in the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And we pretend that we don't see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's the avalanche that looms above our heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And we don't believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Trying to be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Trying not to let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Honesty is honestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The hardest thing for me right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;While the floors underneath our feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Are crumbling, the walls we built together tumbling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I still stand here holding up the roof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cause it's easier than telling the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I still keep your photographs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I remember how we used to laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can keep on losing sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;If you're okay with being torn in half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's the elephant in the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And we pretend that we don't see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's the avalanche that looms above our heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And we don't believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Trying to be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Trying not to let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Honesty is honestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The hardest thing for me right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;While the floors underneath our feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Are crumbling, the walls we built together tumbling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I still stand here holding up the roof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cause it's easier than telling the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Stop ignoring that our hearts are mourning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And let the rain come in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Stop pretending that it's not ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And let the end begin, oh yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Trying to be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Trying not to let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Honesty is honestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The hardest thing for me right now, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;While the floors underneath our feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Are crumbling, the walls we built together tumbling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I still stand here holding up the roof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cause it's easier than telling the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's easier than telling the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="Century Gothic&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o: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/5731085535477764360-6502478731933731036?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/6502478731933731036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=6502478731933731036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6502478731933731036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/6502478731933731036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/06/flying-elephants.html' title='Flying Elephants'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-2050701443117110578</id><published>2010-06-07T07:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T09:31:28.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things fall apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking about tails lately. I'm not really sure why, but yesterday, I thought about Mickey Mouse's tail. I was wondering how his pants was designed especially for his tail to come out so that it would be visible to the naked eye. Okay, I know he wears a red pants always and in the middle of it, you can see his black tail sticking out. Yeah, well, that got me thinking. Oh well, I guess I'll just think about it myself, or I should just freaking google it, heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up early today and there's a particular reason for this. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM GOING TO TRY TO FINISH MY HOMEWORK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by today. Isn't that great? Everything by today, well maybe, I'll exclude Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet (R&amp;amp;J) since that takes time to read. R&amp;amp;J makes me think about my girlfriend, Radiya Jamari. I miss her, hope she's doing fine. Hmmm, I shall try to psycho myself to finish everything by today, since I have made plans with the anteaters. They could not locate ants in their area, due to their poor eyesight. So, I shall help them. You know what? I'm alone at home now, I have the whole house to myself, wheeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I found a nice quote. It's down there. Go take a look at it, try to reflect. It helps, trust me. Looking at the picture, I remember all the moments I had with my seniors, friends and juniors, not forgetting my family though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I would like to thank these few people for helping me throughout my life, making me smile until this moment:- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Skidds (peiyu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Smitts (ama)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Radiya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Rae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Cassia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Char&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Minnie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Nurul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Kak Murnira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Other people, which I cannot remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES TOGETHER. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TAwzUFmYuPI/AAAAAAAAAic/1J4HAOK55Sw/s1600/happiness..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TAwzUFmYuPI/AAAAAAAAAic/1J4HAOK55Sw/s320/happiness..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479811266796632306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-2050701443117110578?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/2050701443117110578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=2050701443117110578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/2050701443117110578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/2050701443117110578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-fall-apart.html' title='Things fall apart'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/TAwzUFmYuPI/AAAAAAAAAic/1J4HAOK55Sw/s72-c/happiness..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-3953049613672240417</id><published>2010-06-06T10:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T10:52:20.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just reach out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HAVE LOST MY APPETITE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, since the day I left kampong. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This does not seem as bad as you think it is. Actually, in fact, I like this way when I don't have the appetite to digest anything. At least, I don't have to waste time rummaging in the cabinet for snacks. Last time, I thought, "Who on Earth could ever resist the heavenly food that was readily available for us on this planet?" Now, well, the answer is me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah, okay next thing, I miss my freaking brothers man. First, there is Skidds (Peiyu). She is on a holiday I think. Next, there is Ama. I miss her talking about Percy Jackson. Lastly, there's one, which I shall not reveal who. He seems busy all the time. Oh well, I guess that's life and I have to accept the fact that not everyone is as free as I thought they were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a random note, hopes will always be knocking on your door and I'm really hoping that I can complete all my homework by next week so that I can start well, let's see, tweeting with the birds outside my house and eating cat food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I guess that's it for now, going to fly with Nadiah to discuss about how graceful the swans look in the pond. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i'm seriously talking nonsense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-3953049613672240417?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/3953049613672240417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=3953049613672240417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3953049613672240417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/3953049613672240417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-reach-out.html' title='Just reach out'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-7860109332093059210</id><published>2010-06-04T09:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:43:23.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='az lyrics'/><title type='text'>I never thought I would tell you this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;sorry for not updating this for a very long time, I just came back from kampung. :D omgomgomg, it was amazing, even though there were a whole lot of mosquitoes! I'm kinda missing all my friends that I made there ): but nonetheless, I shall try to be happy. (: teehee. okay, since I ran out of ideas of what to write about anymore, i shall type out lyrics, dedicated to those who have affected my life deeply. Thankyou very much, I love y'all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Never Told You- Colbie Caillat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I miss those blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;How you kissed me at night&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way we see&lt;br /&gt;Like there's no sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Like the taste of your smile&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way we breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never told you&lt;br /&gt;What I should have said&lt;br /&gt;No I never told you&lt;br /&gt;I just held it in&lt;br /&gt;And now I miss everything&lt;br /&gt;About you&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I still want you&lt;br /&gt;After all the things we've&lt;br /&gt;Been through&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Every time I close mine&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to see&lt;br /&gt;Where I belong to when I'm not&lt;br /&gt;Around you&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm not with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never told you&lt;br /&gt;What I should have said&lt;br /&gt;No I never told you&lt;br /&gt;I just held it in&lt;br /&gt;And now I miss everything&lt;br /&gt;About you&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I still want&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;After all the things we've&lt;br /&gt;Been through&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never told you&lt;br /&gt;What I should have said&lt;br /&gt;No I never told you&lt;br /&gt;I just held it in&lt;br /&gt;And now I miss everything&lt;br /&gt;About you&lt;br /&gt;(still you're gone)&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I still want&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;After all the things we've&lt;br /&gt;Been through&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;end~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5731085535477764360-7860109332093059210?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/7860109332093059210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=7860109332093059210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7860109332093059210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7860109332093059210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-never-thought-i-wwould-tell-you-this.html' title='I never thought I would tell you this'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-5451752225422022654</id><published>2010-05-24T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:29:29.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go ahead, try me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/S_qLUzriXGI/AAAAAAAAAiM/K6tWCRCsSKg/s1600/laughter,quote,quotes-ec1cc95362cb39b132bd1fcc4763607c_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/S_qLUzriXGI/AAAAAAAAAiM/K6tWCRCsSKg/s320/laughter,quote,quotes-ec1cc95362cb39b132bd1fcc4763607c_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474841486608718946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah, that's right. today was downright funny. OMG, like seriously, okay, let's see. english was hilarious, although the jokes were kinda lame ones. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;teacher: what do you think we should talk to her about? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone: ALGEBRA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mindy: zebras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teacher: ooooooo, zebra and algebra. Al the zebra, geddit? ha ha ha. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL, so funny. sorry if you don't get the joke. don't blame me, I know it's lame. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;history, sab and I were like super high. we played with ama's hand sanitizer &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;for kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. we asked the teacher to smell our hands. then, i was like: this is a sanitizer &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;FOR KIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. *teacher, sab and I laughing our arses off* ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;another joke from Reader's Digest:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a room in my house, full of mirrors. Sometimes, I go there to reflect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOL~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-5451752225422022654?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/5451752225422022654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=5451752225422022654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5451752225422022654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/5451752225422022654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/05/go-ahead-try-me.html' title='go ahead, try me'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/S_qLUzriXGI/AAAAAAAAAiM/K6tWCRCsSKg/s72-c/laughter,quote,quotes-ec1cc95362cb39b132bd1fcc4763607c_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-2375412401611698111</id><published>2010-05-23T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:20:15.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears are words the heart can't express</title><content type='html'>i am feeling pretty bored now. just so you know, boredom kills me. so, I shall just randomly quote Jason Mraz.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You don't have to live near the ocean for it to have an impact on you, and, you don't have to live near the ocean for you to have an impact on it. - jason mraz. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-2375412401611698111?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/2375412401611698111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=2375412401611698111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/2375412401611698111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/2375412401611698111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/05/tears-are-words-heart-cant-express.html' title='tears are words the heart can&apos;t express'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-7816364093171691251</id><published>2010-05-23T09:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T09:49:54.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think you can explain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;okay, let me warn you first. My posts are getting more boring than usual. Please anyone, just recommend anything interesting to write here in my blog, but actually i don't think anyone reads this crap, LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;HARRY POTTER DAY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/S_iH-Q8SJmI/AAAAAAAAAiE/8ZCqG-BjkGc/s1600/P1020641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/S_iH-Q8SJmI/AAAAAAAAAiE/8ZCqG-BjkGc/s320/P1020641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474274850838292066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tweenies~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which reminds me, yesterday was our tweenie and CAP anniversary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/S_iH-OhFrwI/AAAAAAAAAh8/lEu7yTjVMlc/s1600/P1020740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/S_iH-OhFrwI/AAAAAAAAAh8/lEu7yTjVMlc/s320/P1020740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474274850187357954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me: randy jackson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;char: ellen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sab: paula&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yuqing: simon cowell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/S_iH9qnJpHI/AAAAAAAAAh0/tZLlNR1-a0M/s1600/P1020687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/S_iH9qnJpHI/AAAAAAAAAh0/tZLlNR1-a0M/s320/P1020687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474274840549106802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you pretty lah sab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/S_iH9M_DqmI/AAAAAAAAAhs/CtYdy9c198Y/s1600/P1020637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/S_iH9M_DqmI/AAAAAAAAAhs/CtYdy9c198Y/s320/P1020637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474274832596314722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/S_iH8lyI-MI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wjHVQ0JhLvM/s1600/P1020636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/S_iH8lyI-MI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wjHVQ0JhLvM/s320/P1020636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474274822073153730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yu qing and alicia. (:&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;end. &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/5731085535477764360-7816364093171691251?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/7816364093171691251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=7816364093171691251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7816364093171691251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/7816364093171691251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-you-can-explain.html' title='I think you can explain'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/S_iH-Q8SJmI/AAAAAAAAAiE/8ZCqG-BjkGc/s72-c/P1020641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-491458397515726870</id><published>2010-05-20T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:16:10.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catch your attention</title><content type='html'>Book Day today was a blasttttt. Loving Harry Potter. (: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;If a plane has engine failure, it's still at least gonna take you to the scene of the crash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sebastien Lefebvre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ciao. &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/5731085535477764360-491458397515726870?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/491458397515726870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=491458397515726870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/491458397515726870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/491458397515726870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/05/catch-your-attention_20.html' title='catch your attention'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5731085535477764360.post-562721041015971963</id><published>2010-05-19T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:04:38.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you say I'm a danger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, I think I am just going to post pictures in my blog, instead of not updating it right? source that I get the pictures from: MY VERY OWN TUMBLRRRRR. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/S_QIrf9U5oI/AAAAAAAAAhc/gqo4IPwNf7w/s1600/tumblr..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/S_QIrf9U5oI/AAAAAAAAAhc/gqo4IPwNf7w/s320/tumblr..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473008990568113794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/S_QIq5WbJJI/AAAAAAAAAhU/YrKU5eiPvxg/s1600/tumblr.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/S_QIq5WbJJI/AAAAAAAAAhU/YrKU5eiPvxg/s320/tumblr.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473008980204397714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;though, I have been thinking about my accounts. who's going to take are of them, after I die? o.o &lt;div&gt;hmm, think about it, after I die, who's gonna take over? hah, I ask the weirdest questions. sorry :/ tomorrow, I have to dress up as a student from Harry Potter. wish me luck, shall post pictures, if I get any. (: with that, I bid you adieu. :DDDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5731085535477764360-562721041015971963?l=elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/feeds/562721041015971963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5731085535477764360&amp;postID=562721041015971963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/562721041015971963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5731085535477764360/posts/default/562721041015971963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elle-est-jolie.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-say-im-danger.html' title='you say I&apos;m a danger'/><author><name>amelia ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13525907142484824544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Np1RBHS7Oww/TXd4xaA5loI/AAAAAAAAA6E/B_p_ipe7Fnk/s220/spongeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYryAqK6NAA/S_QIrf9U5oI/AAAAAAAAAhc/gqo4IPwNf7w/s72-c/tumblr..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
