<?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-7848888517002088738</id><updated>2011-08-02T12:29:01.841-07:00</updated><category term='Zac Efron'/><category term='don&apos;t forget :D'/><category term='Edward Cullen'/><category term='Paramore'/><category term='KLCC rehearsal'/><category term='WizardsofWaverlyQuotes'/><category term='Eddie Cahill'/><category term='Ballroom'/><category term='Survey'/><category term='Hero'/><category term='Ellen DeGeneres'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Franco Formica and Oxana'/><category term='Latifah Azlan'/><category term='Hottie'/><category term='BeiJing'/><category term='Outing'/><category term='ANTM'/><category term='Curiosity. 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Austin'/><category term='Ryan Phillipe'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Robert Pattinson'/><category term='Cinderella'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='LRT'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='BoardGames'/><title type='text'>Mae's :D yeaah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></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-7848888517002088738.post-1476643220362205641</id><published>2009-12-19T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T09:23:28.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>New Blog &lt;a href="http://maelliessa.blogspot.com/"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) See you there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-1476643220362205641?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1476643220362205641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=1476643220362205641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/1476643220362205641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/1476643220362205641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-1715858958282700765</id><published>2009-10-01T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T06:42:33.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fingers are freezing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Afteer english lesson ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mae : Gracias Ms. Jessica&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;class : Gracias ms. Jessica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mae : Hahahahahhahahah!!! :D And to think this was English class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is Ms Jessica's last day as our English teacher. I'm gonna miss all the fun games and activities we do in class with her. Tomorrow we'll be celebrating World Peace. :) Anyway, I wish her every happiness. Ms Jessica, you're sure to breeze through the wonderful life you have ahead of you :) Youuuuuu'rrreee aweesSOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another sticky note, I posted up my first tumblr post :D Excited must.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On yet another sticky note, I have my finals next week. I really wish I could fly off to Neverneverland where they neverneverlandexams. Wish me luck :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-1715858958282700765?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1715858958282700765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=1715858958282700765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/1715858958282700765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/1715858958282700765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-fingers-are-freezing.html' title='My fingers are freezing'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-7283791511401614927</id><published>2009-09-29T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T05:14:22.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Litter-training Ellie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SsH5U8qXs5I/AAAAAAAAABw/mLfVp1g4eeM/s1600-h/Photo+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SsH5U8qXs5I/AAAAAAAAABw/mLfVp1g4eeM/s320/Photo+20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386860767588365202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a cat :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy says Ellie the cat isn't allowed into the house until she is litter-trained. And so! We &lt;b&gt;litter-trained&lt;/b&gt; her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was surprisingly easier than I thought it would be. All three of us, Sean, Jean and myself gave her a bath, gave her some food and we waited there in the toilet with Ellie. I prepared her litter box, and we held her paws and clawed the lint in the box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She liked the lint :)  (they say some cats don't litter in the litter box cos they don't favor the lint o.o picky picky). She played around in the lint, jumping up and down, here and there.. while the three of us watched her, laughing our heads off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and then&lt;/i&gt; ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She stops jumping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean &lt;/b&gt;: is it happening?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae &lt;/b&gt;: Omigod is it happening??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT HAPPENED!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we saw it .. happening ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae, Sean, Jean &lt;/b&gt;: YEEEEESSSSS!!! WOOHHOOO!! YEEAAAHHH!! Arrrriiiiiight!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellie just stared at us at she .. umm .. happened and we cheered her on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next mission : Train her to sit on command. And train her to jump. I know she's not a horse. But this cat can jump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7848888517002088738-7283791511401614927?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7283791511401614927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=7283791511401614927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/7283791511401614927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/7283791511401614927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/09/litter-training-ellie.html' title='Litter-training Ellie'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SsH5U8qXs5I/AAAAAAAAABw/mLfVp1g4eeM/s72-c/Photo+20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-3543586915573589181</id><published>2009-09-26T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:46:50.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KLDA repeat</title><content type='html'>Tonight was quite fun :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for the KLDA repeat dinner and dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon, I told myself I wouldn't get on the dance floor. I get nervous when I'm dancing an improvised-at-the-moment dance. Like, when I dance, I'm much comfortable when I know the next step, and the one after that, etc etc. No choreo, Mae no dance. What I always say :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got there, 30 minutes in and already a few people started dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH BTW VERY IMPORTANTE DETAIL !! QISCAMEQISCAMEQISCAME !! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. I thought maybe I could get away throughout the whole night not getting on the dance floor. Almost everyone else from WDA was on the dance floor, but I turned to Qis and pretended talking to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nope didn't work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenneth came up to me, asked me to dance. I gave him my best excuses, no shoes on, skirt too long for latin, song about to end .. :\ none worked. He waited there until I got my shoes on and we did one round of the rhumba choreo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a nervous wreck. When I realize the floor was getting empty, I made it to get off. But he said, "no there's another couple there." ... dang it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was pretty okay :) After that, I didn't feel so nervous anymore. I did like a little bit of Waltz and some Samba with Kelvin Choo :) hahah, he can lead well. I didn't know like half of what I was doing. I did Waltz and Samba with Sean. I did the chacha with vernon. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some random person was nice enough to ask me to the floor. The whole time, the dance was improv and yeahiwasprettynervous. But I got used to it :D And then it turned out to be lots of fun! :D haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My feet were sore. I finished dancing one rhumba song with the random person, was about to sit down and johnston asks. what to do? dance lah. I thought we were gonna do the beginners rhumba routine. noooooope. improv. but then again. it was fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I liked about tonight was that, just anyone can dance with anyone. You don't have to be afraid or nervous, just ask someone to dance :) You don't even have to know the persons name. Just dance and have fun :) Everyone from WDA was dancing with everyone else. Heck, everyone in the studio was dancing with everyone else :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S : Every performance was an enjoyable one :) Yahoo and congrats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-3543586915573589181?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3543586915573589181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=3543586915573589181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3543586915573589181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3543586915573589181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/09/klda-repeat.html' title='KLDA repeat'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-2045178044586757531</id><published>2009-09-24T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:11:05.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The month of September</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This one week break from school has been great. Raya was sort of low key this year, not too many open houses. I sorta like it that way. Gives me more time to think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize there's so much I want to do but i never got around doing it. I feel like I'm stuck in a little box in the middle of a something great and i cant get out. The box isn't pitch black as if to cut out everything great happenning outside.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh I'm going no where with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets try it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like everything is right there in front of me but I can't seem to grab hold of it. Its like, I can reach it, whatever IT is, but I can't grab hold, and bring it in. I don't even know what IT is. I just have this instinct, this gut feeling that IT is something really wonderful. Something so great I'd be in complete bliss. IT, just might be something I've been waiting for, what I'm here for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:/ what in god's name is IT..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what one of my best friend said, I want a great writer to jump into my body, figure me out, write about who i am, how i feel, and then read it to me. Only i would want the reader to be Mo, Silvertongue from Inkheart but lets not go there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of best friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss her ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-2045178044586757531?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2045178044586757531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=2045178044586757531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2045178044586757531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2045178044586757531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/09/month-of-september.html' title='The month of September'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-1708078471376554198</id><published>2009-09-14T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:11:02.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gpRtCJounJM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gpRtCJounJM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;this iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis supercalafragitastic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;Wade Robson vibe aaall over this dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;Song : 'Hi' by PSAPP&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/7848888517002088738-1708078471376554198?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1708078471376554198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=1708078471376554198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/1708078471376554198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/1708078471376554198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahhh-d.html' title='AHHH :D'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-7922633279047201259</id><published>2009-09-05T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:27:08.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Convo at a traffic light</title><content type='html'>Last night was the thank you dinner for those who helped out at the Crystal DanceSport. Teacher Joanne says they don't usually organize thank you dinners but this time, there was something about extra tables for the event and a no-refunds policy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner was great :) The evening was pleasant. I was sitting at the back of the car, about to fall asleep. The car stops at a traffic light and all of a sudden my mom says, "MAE! YOUR FRIEND!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I immediately got up and looked out the window on my right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And true enough, there was Trishi and her family smiling. HAHAH! THAT WAS TOOO WEIRD! My dad rolled down the window and Trishi and I had a short conversation. HAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is definitely going down memory lane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sean : ... A convo at a traffic light? Mae, if I saw my friend at a traffic light, I'd just do this, *then he does this thing with his eyebrow and raised his palm*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mae : Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sean : ... tsk. Convo at a traffic light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-7922633279047201259?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7922633279047201259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=7922633279047201259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/7922633279047201259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/7922633279047201259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/09/convo-at-traffic-light.html' title='Convo at a traffic light'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-993323237081248368</id><published>2009-09-04T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:11:46.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff to blog about - blogged.</title><content type='html'>The Crystal DanceSport went well. I was one of the runners, collecting the result sheets after every dance and trust me, it's something you'd be excited about at first, but by the end of the day, my feet ached, I just wanted to lie down and listen to some music. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved the latin couple from Moldova. Then again, who didnt'? Every move was executed with such energy and such grace, watching them was so enjoyable. And the couple from Hong Kong, oh the lady's ballroom dress was gooorrrgeuss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ANYWAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're on the road at 1.30 in the morning, and out of the blue Jean tells me we have a cat named Ellie. I could hardly believe it true cos my mom doesn't favor animals in the house. Not that she doesn't like animals, but come a cute pet, come responsibilities. I thought they were joking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they werent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got home, and there was the kitten on our front door mat looking up at me with its adorable goo-goo eyes. Ellie the cat. Adorable. She was a splash of black, light brown and white. Pictures will be up ... someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I HAD THE BEST ICE CREAM BAR EVERR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Snickers Ice Cream Bars. Oh-yummm. Vanilla ice cream, a layer of caramel and some peanuts on top, with the whole thing coated in chocolate. You've got to try them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae &lt;/b&gt;: Daddy! Do you know about our cat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daddy&lt;/b&gt; : Cat? What cat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae&lt;/b&gt; : Our house cat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daddy&lt;/b&gt; : We have a house cat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae&lt;/b&gt; : Yeah! Ellie the cat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dadd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;y&lt;/b&gt; : Wha- an ALLEY CAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae&lt;/b&gt; : -.- uhh. no, daddy. The cat is named Ellie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daddy&lt;/b&gt; : Oh. Yeah I saw Ellie the cat at the front door.  haha. Alleeyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and my mom. It was late at night and my mom was lying on the bed, she was really tired. You could tell cos her eyes were doing the whole, droopy closey thing. My sister was giving her a massage and all of a sudden mummy wants to tell us about the musang in our neighborhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mummy&lt;/b&gt; : Hey. You two wanna hear about the musang?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae &amp;amp; Jean&lt;/b&gt; : Yeah, okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mummy&lt;/b&gt; : You know, the musang came to our house, and our animals made a deal with it (we don't have animals).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae &amp;amp; Jean&lt;/b&gt; : Okayy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mummy&lt;/b&gt; : They made a deal with the musang, they asked him to leave them alone. But the musang didnt want to ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae &amp;amp; Jean&lt;/b&gt; : Mhmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mummy&lt;/b&gt; : ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*silence*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mummy&lt;/b&gt; : I made my blue rice. (yeah, sometimes we eat blue rice. :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Mae&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt; : Oh. okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mummy&lt;/b&gt; : The musang liked it. So the animals asked me to make some more blue rice. And they made a deal with the musang. They give him blue rice, he leaves them alone. The musang agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae &amp;amp; Jean&lt;/b&gt; : O.o (Jean stopped massaging)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mummy&lt;/b&gt; : Do you guys understand what I'm saying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae &amp;amp; Jean&lt;/b&gt; : No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mummy&lt;/b&gt; : Yeah cos I'm too sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae &amp;amp; Jean&lt;/b&gt; : ????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mummy&lt;/b&gt; : I should go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-993323237081248368?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/993323237081248368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=993323237081248368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/993323237081248368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/993323237081248368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/09/stuff-to-blog-about-blogged.html' title='Stuff to blog about - blogged.'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-6453503910868930686</id><published>2009-09-02T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T06:39:51.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff to blog about</title><content type='html'>:) but not right now. Maybe tomorrow. Or sometime during the weekend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our new kitten :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snickers ice cream bars (they're awesome)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9th Crystal DanceSport&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;): Latin class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and something else. I can't remember what was it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't go to school today. I told myself I'd do some self studying. Ended taking a 'nap'. A 3 hour nap and in the end I didn't get much 'self-studying' done. :\ &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/7848888517002088738-6453503910868930686?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6453503910868930686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=6453503910868930686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6453503910868930686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6453503910868930686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/09/stuff-to-blog-about.html' title='Stuff to blog about'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-2737249368775631799</id><published>2009-08-26T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:54:22.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl name Jean</title><content type='html'>This was after we had sahur. Sean wanted to go back to sleep, Jean and I were using the computer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean &lt;/b&gt;: Can we all do us a favor and turn off the lights, please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae &amp;amp; Jean&lt;/b&gt; : ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean : &lt;/b&gt;.. so can we turn off the lights?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt; go do it. (cos usually he'd start making a fuss until someone else turns the lights off)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean &lt;/b&gt;: Fine. I'm flexible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae &amp;amp; Jean &lt;/b&gt;: PSSHHHHH NO YOU'RE NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sean &lt;/b&gt;: Huh. Yes I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jean &lt;/b&gt;: Fine. Do a split.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae &amp;amp; Sean&lt;/b&gt; : O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7848888517002088738-2737249368775631799?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2737249368775631799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=2737249368775631799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2737249368775631799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2737249368775631799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/08/girl-name-jean.html' title='A girl name Jean'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-6552542197520100643</id><published>2009-08-21T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:25:00.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suppeer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; 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I loved every minute of their performance. On the trumpet was Jose Sibaja and ohmygod this guy was insane. Insane as in whoa-my-that-was-amazing insane. And this other guy on the tuba, Andrew Hitz. Graaahhhh he did some pretty crazy stuff on the tuba, too. It was like, bee doo bee doo ba doo bee doo and somemore crazy stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. It wasn't a concert or anything. After they performed, i think they performed three songs, two other local brass quintets performed and later were given feedback and tips by each member of the Boston Brass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could tell how the Boston Brass are so into their music. It's really very beautiful, to be so attached and passionate about something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stuff.bostonbrass.net/welcome/bostonbrass0003.jpg" height="250" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-8427240623684010902?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8427240623684010902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=8427240623684010902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8427240623684010902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8427240623684010902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/08/boston-brass.html' title='Boston Brass :)'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-8387781112311365437</id><published>2009-08-15T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:08:56.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Boys</title><content type='html'>Aruba, jamaica, ooo I wanna take ya&lt;div&gt;Bermuda, bahama, come on pretty mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Key largo, montego, baby why dont we go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamaica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off the Florida keys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theres a place called kokomo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats where you wanna go to get away from it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D Kokomo - Beach Boys. cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-8387781112311365437?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8387781112311365437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=8387781112311365437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8387781112311365437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8387781112311365437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/08/beach-boys.html' title='Beach Boys'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-126725429721706807</id><published>2009-08-11T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:29:18.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Air :D</title><content type='html'>I just finished the last episode, of season 4, of &lt;i&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/i&gt;. And it is ... wait for it ... awesum*abrupt stop at the 'm'*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched the show a couple of time some time ago. Enjoyed it, but didn't follow the series. And recently Trishi got hooked onto the show. Like ... seriously hooked on the show. She's in love with Barney Stinson :D No arguments there. He's hilarious and ridiculously sweet (well, when he wants to be) you just wanna go up to him and give him the high five he wants .... nay .. &lt;b&gt;DESERVES&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. After Trishi finished watching all four seasons, I come home one day and my brother tells me he has in his hands, all four seasons of How I Met Your Mother. And &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; got hooked onto the show. He loves Barney too. But .. not the same way Trishi does .. he just, finds Barney funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I watched the show too! Heee I love Ted ... Ted .... Ted Evelyn Mosby. :D Ted. Lily and Marshal are the cutest couple. Robin is just awesum *abrupt stop at the 'm'* and Barney was to me at first, a bro with way too many one night stands and wayy w&lt;i&gt;ay&lt;/i&gt;y too many theories. But when he confesses to hummhumm about hummhumm. It was just ... awwwwww. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show is just awesum *:) abrupt stop at the 'mmm'*. And it is legen ..... wait for it .... I hope you're not lactose intolerant because the next word is .. &lt;b&gt;DARY&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;legendary :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Classic Barney Line. CBL. HAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/How-I-Met-Your-Mother-Cast-how-i-met-your-mother-791248_1280_1024.jpg" height="325" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-126725429721706807?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/126725429721706807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=126725429721706807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/126725429721706807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/126725429721706807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/08/air-d.html' title='Air :D'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-8517766139003970933</id><published>2009-08-08T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:25:33.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sixteenth Sweet Birthday :D</title><content type='html'>Waiiitt.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I just got back from Curve and my feet HUUUURRRRTTT. I wore my new shoes to curve this evening (and they're quite hiiiiigh. Doesn't beat Sanuja's killers, though) and they killed the nerve cells in my foot ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But tonight was fun :) I had a really good time. Met new people, caught with a few. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Latin class this afternoon was torttuuurre. Hey, no pain, no gain, right? Belman had us doing rhumba walks around the studio, Samba crusada (sp?) walks around the studio and halfway through class, I just felt like taking off the heels and walk around how we should be walking around our planet earth. BARE FOOTED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I didn't. Endured the hour and a half and when it ended, I wanted to go practice some more. HAH. Phsyyyycho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't go to KLDA. Missed the chance to watch Alfredo+Carmen and Vernon+YenThing dancedancedance. But I don't regret going for the party at curve :) In fact, I'm glad I went, it was a blast. Hope WDA had a good time at the KLDA function. Will ask them about it next week. ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7848888517002088738-8517766139003970933?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8517766139003970933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=8517766139003970933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8517766139003970933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8517766139003970933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-sixteenth-sweet-birthday-d.html' title='Happy Sixteenth Sweet Birthday :D'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-1596007881945203247</id><published>2009-08-08T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:17:21.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Peige</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;What are you doing right now, besides blogging?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to ignore my aching feet. No progress there. So I guess I'm planning out the rest of my evening. O.o wait I did that yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) Okay. So I'm planning a new weekly schedule. Need to spend more time on latin. Stamina, point, squeezing muscles, pain, back posture, pain, arm movement, pain, pain and pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who's the last person you sms-ed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahah :D Funny you asked. I think it was 4 months ago. (with my number)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who's the last person you email-ed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah mmhmm. I can't remember either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you woke up from the bed and find yourself in the middle of the mountain, what would you do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I'll ask myself, "What am I doing here." and then I'd try and somehow figure out if there are mountain lions in the area. And &lt;i&gt;then &lt;/i&gt;I'll gather huge rocks and arrange them so from up above it'll read, "I'm Lost".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What kind of boy/girl do you like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone who understands me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is the person you had a crush on recently? Name that person or his/her initials&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TM. Ted Mosby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe that person you mentioned in no.6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. He has lips that seem like they're always puckered. umm.. short dark hair. Lives in new york and exists only in a little television series called &lt;i&gt;How I Met Your Mother.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you see RM1000000 note on a floor. What would you do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably walk by it. There ain't no such thing as a RM1000000 note, brotha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The last time you took a picture?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now. Parttaayy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Describe something about yourself that others might not have. Tell it honestly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm number one. :D Inside joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who do you want to stay at a hotel for one night with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a bunch of my friends. :) Have a hotel-sleepover. oh yeah high five.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you were given a chance to marry someone in our friends link in your blog, who would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bajubawhaaat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7848888517002088738-1596007881945203247?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1596007881945203247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=1596007881945203247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/1596007881945203247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/1596007881945203247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-by-peige.html' title='Tagged by Peige'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-7437006480755246407</id><published>2009-08-05T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:39:51.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funhouse</title><content type='html'>I'M AWAKE ! :D HA. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 6.26am on a non-schooling Thursday .. umm ... day. and I'm awake! Browsing the internet as if there were anything to do on the computer this early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beginning of Pink's &lt;i&gt;Funhouse&lt;/i&gt; song is quite catchy. lol. I didn't know it was by her so when I heard it I was like, "Oh this is cute :D" And the I see her skipping in the middle of the desert (in her music video) and I just went, "oh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I don't like Pink. In fact I really don't know why I thought that O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might fail my august bio test. I could do both questions. Like, I knew the answers and all that hoohaa but I didn't have enough time ): Schtutupidly, in the midst of doing the first question, I left the graph data unanswered and therefore the graph was unanswered too, and just went ahead to the design an experiment question thinking I could finish up the graph after I've done D.A.E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nooooo. 5 minutes before times up, I was still scribbling my procedures like the world depended on it. O.o if the world really did depend on it the world would've made a huge mistake and exploded cos I DIDN'T FINISH MY PROCEDURE. ): Teacher was already collecting the answer sheets while I scribbled my conclusion ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know whats worse? Everything I did in Question 1 was wrong cos it was 10cm ): Not 9.9cm. so all my calculations are wrong ): So the whole dang paper is wrong wrong wrong ): boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get frustrated over test papers very easily but this time, I actually knew the answers (and they're Bio answers. duuuuude) but I didn't put them down. Oh boooo. boo and a thousand times boo again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English was okay though :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-7437006480755246407?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7437006480755246407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=7437006480755246407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/7437006480755246407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/7437006480755246407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/08/funhouse_05.html' title='Funhouse'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-4102334222651526169</id><published>2009-08-04T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:45:10.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been pretty busy around here.</title><content type='html'>Logarithm is coming out for august test. So I practiced, practiced and practiced some more. I remember sitting in a corner in the 4SA classroom and just punching numbers into my calculator.  :) Everytime I get an equation right I'd shriek. It's a gooood feeling when you solve an add maths equation. I think I actually enjoy add maths. It's kind of fun. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this one time during Bio, I forgot to bring the blue book to the lab for Pn Yong to sign, so I asked Trishi to accompany me back to the classroom. We got the blue book, and on our way back to the bio lab, we bumped into Elsheba and Trishi started apologizing about some tennis thing that she didn't attend the day before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they were talking and talking and I just stood there listening. And all of a sudden we hear Pn Ngau behind us, "What are the three musketeers doing here?? Aren't you all supposed to be in class??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we turn around and we see her walking towards us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mae&lt;/b&gt; : Oh. Umm .. We had to get the blue book. I forgot to bring it to the lab and now we're going back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Elsheba swiftly walks away   -.-. Smooth, elsheba. Smooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pn Ngau&lt;/b&gt; : Well hurry up. Don't walk so slowly. Don't let me catch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point Trishi and I were sort of confused. &lt;i&gt;Theeeen&lt;/i&gt; we realized she was 'chasing' us to the bio lab. So we started with a slow jog to the lab with Pn Ngau still walking behind us. We were passing by the chemistry lab, Trishi and I were giggling at how silly it made us feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought it was over, so we sort of relaxed our quickened pace ... and suddenly ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pn Ngau&lt;/b&gt; : Hurrryyyyyy !! I'm goooonna &lt;b&gt;get&lt;/b&gt; you! I'm catching up to you!! Run girls, &lt;b&gt;run&lt;/b&gt;!! I'm catching you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughing even harder, we ran to the bio lab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So .. highlight of the day. Trishi and I were chased by a teacher to the bio lab. Whooshh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another funny-teacher-moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pn Yeo was in the class discussing our PEKA. So she stands directly under the fan and starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Class listening attentively. When it comes to PEKA. No play play.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pn Yeo&lt;/b&gt; : So class .. *abruptly stops right there. and she looks up*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Class&lt;/b&gt; : ... (in our minds : whats going on??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pn. Yeo&lt;/b&gt; : *looking up at the fan*  ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Class&lt;/b&gt; : ... o.o *whhaaat?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pn Yeo&lt;/b&gt; : ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Class&lt;/b&gt; : ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pn Yeo&lt;/b&gt; : ..... Why is the fan lower?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Outside school activities are .. well, the same :) I enjoy every moment of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Only recently, I actually look forward to more piano theory work. I used to hate it so bad I'd stare at my text book and in my mind go, "One day. I'll destroy you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay maybe I didn't think that. But I hated theory work. Now I love it :) Heee. Weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ballroom is okay. I just bought my ballroom shoes and .. ouuuuuuuuch. Thing about ballroom shoes/latin shoes, they make you buy a pair one size smaller. Don't ask me why. Squeezing your foot into the shoe already make you wanna scream and cry out. Imagine dancing in those toe-squishing-blisters-trouble-maker shoes. But after seasoning the shoe (lol. seasoning the shoe. lol. would you prefer salt or pepper? :D), they get really comfortable. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7848888517002088738-4102334222651526169?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4102334222651526169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=4102334222651526169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4102334222651526169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4102334222651526169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-pretty-busy-around-here.html' title='It&apos;s been pretty busy around here.'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-6419222819451548598</id><published>2009-08-04T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:09:43.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home on a Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Feels like a hundred years since I've posted anything new. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ... school's out for a week. The teachers say it's a precaution step to break the cycle of the flu going round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 5.30am on this morning. Was about to get ready for school when I realized the school gates would be close for a week. So I went back to sleep and woke up at 10am :) Oh yeah. Watched &lt;i&gt;West Side Story&lt;/i&gt;. It was okay. I liked the dance numbers. Chng I think you'd like this one particular number. If I ever find the title of the song, will tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what do I do on a Wednesdaaayyy??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://mswrede0708.wikispaces.com/file/view/WestSideStory1.jpg" height="425" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-6419222819451548598?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6419222819451548598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=6419222819451548598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6419222819451548598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6419222819451548598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-on-wednesday.html' title='Home on a Wednesday'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-3639324667886592574</id><published>2009-07-27T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:02:17.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet Shoes</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching&lt;i&gt; Ballet Shoes&lt;/i&gt; on youtube. Starring Emma Watson, Lucy Boynton and Yasmin Paige. It's a very uplifting movie. I liked it :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.snitchseeker.com/gallery/albums/userpics/13923/normal_51EPkwhky-L._SS500_.jpg" height="200" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw the movie picture on Siti's blog and I had to watch it :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-3639324667886592574?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3639324667886592574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=3639324667886592574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3639324667886592574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3639324667886592574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/07/ballet-shoes.html' title='Ballet Shoes'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-4998041280590900108</id><published>2009-07-26T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T03:39:30.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence</title><content type='html'>Around 10am, I was on the internet. Came across the news of Yasmin Ahmad's passing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her passing on is a real loss to Malaysia. One of the rare talents we see today has returned home, may she rest in peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a coincidence how she passed on exactly a month after Michael Jackson. He on the 25th of June. She on the 25th of July. I don't usually preach these things, but after hearing about the news on Yasmin Ahmad, it just hit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. RIP Yasmin Ahmad, you are loved by so many. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://beingz.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/yasminahmad.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-4998041280590900108?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4998041280590900108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=4998041280590900108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4998041280590900108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4998041280590900108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/07/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-4656824656934708812</id><published>2009-07-22T04:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T05:16:37.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, ice cream man</title><content type='html'>I've been watching &lt;i&gt;America&lt;/i&gt; from West Side Story again and again since last night. Can't get enough of it :) The accent is so cute and the choreography is so ... well just as cute as the accent. We're doing this number for Aunty Farah's class. The choreography is da BOMB. But there's no counting O.o so it's like .. aiiyooo. But class is still a lot of fun :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would be at WDA practicing (or in other words sit down, listen to latin american music and watch OTHER people dance). But since the studio is closed, after piano I came home, had a good dinner and here I am :) Although I really shouldn't be here. I really REALLY should be studying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week will be my last guitar class with Chilly ): Booo. I like guitar class. And Chilly is cool :D He'd say, "Okay good." even though I know I did terribly terribly bad. We started &lt;i&gt;Why Georgia &lt;/i&gt;(sp?) by John Mayer. ITS TOUGH. lol, after class, I was in a smaller room practicing till I swear my fingers were about to bleed ): Theeen, one of the other teachers slides the sliding door open, and says, "sing me a Michael Jackson song". So I was like, "Uh, okay." I sang black or white. lol he was smiling and he was like, "eh eh, michael jackson! :D wah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We worked on my exam pieces during piano class. I'll be taking my practical exam next year, but I guess its never too early to be prepared. Besides, I like the pieces. So, no complaints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After piano class, we were waiting at a traffic light in the car, and an ice cream man stops on our left. Sean was like, "heyyyy Ice cream man.". So I turned to my right, and the big blue container with that contains the goodie-ness of ice-cream was smack right in front of my face. So, rhetorically, I was like, "Mummy maybe we could buy some ice cream right now, right here." and to top it off, I was making pretty huge gestures, like pointing to the ice cream box and making the money gesture where you rub your forefinger and your thumb together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I didn't realize was that the ice cream man saw everything. And I think he understood, too. So when I looked at him, he was smiling and like, laughed a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bright red. bright red. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I never saw that ice cream man, again :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-4656824656934708812?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4656824656934708812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=4656824656934708812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4656824656934708812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4656824656934708812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-ice-cream-man.html' title='Hello, ice cream man'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-4681284310589976030</id><published>2009-07-17T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T06:51:50.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabotage</title><content type='html'>The performance went okay. Although I messed up the guitar chords towards the end ): &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to cut my medley by 2 songs. But I guess it was for the better, 6 songs would've been too much not to mention boring. Congrats to Sheera for winning SAGT :) YAYYY!! Kai and Mel, you guys are awesome and not to mention amazing singers :) No worries, you'll knock 'em dead with your next performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics tuition was all about Pascal's principle, car brakes, and sabotaging cars. At least Mr. Yeoh's teaching ways kept me awake. I swear I was so tired after Hari Koko at school, I could've slept through an earthquake, tornado and the loudest storm you'll probably ever hear all at once. Had dinner at a Nyonya restaurant. I never get why they turn the air conditioning to full blast. The place could've pass off for the north pole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've major cleaning up to do. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And uh. YEAH !  :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-4681284310589976030?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4681284310589976030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=4681284310589976030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4681284310589976030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4681284310589976030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/07/sabotage.html' title='Sabotage'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-2367515597403224560</id><published>2009-07-15T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:50:34.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Again</title><content type='html'>I juuuussst finished the movie. &lt;br /&gt;I liked it :) I am proud to announce, I've officially fallen into the whole Zac Efron pit(?). He's adorable ! :) The movie was funny, and juuussst nice. There ain't no other way to explain. It was a good movie, I enjoyed it, and I'd definitely would want to watch it again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Me and the family planning to watch Ice Age 3 this Saturday after Latin. Daddy won't be around ): boo. And then this Sunday it might be Harry Potter 6 with Trishi and Lat. I want to go with the DTB peeps (cheyyh) too but they're planning for a saturday/friday outing. &lt;br /&gt;Anywho!&lt;br /&gt;Guitar lesson was fun. I learned Bubbly by Colbie Callait. I think it was more for the plucking technique rather the fun of the song. Chilly ( guitar teacher ) was writing the chords down, and I was practicing on my guitar, and I hear, "Okay .. verrrryyy simple." I look up at the manuscript book, &lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Chhhh yeah sure. Verryyyy simple.&lt;br /&gt;But I enjoyed the class.&lt;br /&gt;Mosquito's are on a mission to suck out whats left in me. I think I'll shower and then practice for this friday's performance. I just remembered theres a rehearsal tomorrow and I'm nowhere near ready. &lt;br /&gt;Nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-2367515597403224560?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2367515597403224560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=2367515597403224560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2367515597403224560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2367515597403224560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/07/17-again.html' title='17 Again'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-6005936246992493063</id><published>2009-07-14T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T02:44:35.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple-head!!</title><content type='html'>Heh yeaah. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cut my hair again! :D :D It's like an apple now. - again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could you imagine me a red head? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-6005936246992493063?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6005936246992493063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=6005936246992493063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6005936246992493063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6005936246992493063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/07/apple-head.html' title='Apple-head!!'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-4621164555179431664</id><published>2009-07-11T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:23:41.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRS Gathering</title><content type='html'>I think it went well. I little glitches with the mike situation, but I think it went fairly well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A big big big thank you to the BB PRS-es. Without their efforts the gathering wouldn't have been half what it was today. Special thanks to all the facilitators who put up with the madness I put them through. Nima, Rianne, Suki, Hayatul Aina, Wono, Maryam F, Megat, Ashraf x3 (:D haha. yeah there were 3 ashraf's. Arif, Afendi, and just Ashraf), Ernie, Kamelia Nisha. You guys did great. Salute to Maryam :) Her station was pretty messy (i meant how the game goes and with all the little little props she had to handle) but she did a great job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dimitrii!! :D hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's dance class tomorrow. YAY!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to daddy's high school this evening. Yeah. Daddy and his friends had a gathering at their old high school. There was an inter-school rugby game happening at the school and it was pretty interesting to watch. One particular team was practicing not that far a distance from our tent. They would stand in lines, run, pass the ball, and out of the corner of my eye I see one of them fall to the ground. His other teammates surrounded him, I thought to see if he was okay, but they took the ball and continued their practice O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it happened again. They ran, pass the ball, and one boy would fall down. I'd gasp every time a boy fell, but my mom and dad were just .. chill O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon I realized they were falling down on purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mummy&lt;/span&gt; : They're practicing falling down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't quite understand the game. So my dad explained a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; : Okay. There's 2 types of rugby. American, and british rugby. What we're watching is British rugby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mae : Whats the difference?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy : American rugby, they're rough-ians. As for british rugby, they're rough-ians .... but gentlemen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mae : O.o *in my head* yeah, mmhmm. Totally understand. *not in my head* how do they .. umm .. be gentlemen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy : Pass the ball behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mae : lol. oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-4621164555179431664?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4621164555179431664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=4621164555179431664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4621164555179431664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4621164555179431664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/07/prs-gathering.html' title='PRS Gathering'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-5338800894923681939</id><published>2009-07-10T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:25:42.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get off your butt, woman.</title><content type='html'>I really need to get up and get going. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel the energy running through me people, I just need to overcome my laziness and put that energy to use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRS Gathering is in about 4 hours. I was up all night just making sure everything was ready. I went through the games over and over and over again. I want tomorrow to run smoothly. I would say I'd be a little relieved once the gathering is over. I really need time to study for the August tests.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There would be no latin dance lessons tomorrow. ): Almost the whole school went to Surabaya, Indonesia for a competition. I wish them good luck :) I know they'll do extraordinarily and probably bring home a duffle-bag-full of medals :) chyyeehh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MISS DEBATING ): I've participated only once, and that was against DJ (and that was pretty scary too. :] DJ debaters pawn, man). I was a nervous ship wreck before the debate, but I loved it soo much :) It's fun. Sure, I'm no expert, and I didn't spend years and years watching/participating debates but I still loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-5338800894923681939?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5338800894923681939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=5338800894923681939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/5338800894923681939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/5338800894923681939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/07/get-off-your-butt-woman.html' title='Get off your butt, woman.'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-6571277742265001974</id><published>2009-07-05T05:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T05:16:07.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall-E</title><content type='html'>Wall-E is on Disney. Has to be one of the cutest animations ever. Wall-E and Eeeeva are popping those bubble wraps.. and now they're doing 'Sunday Clothes'.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;): sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got back from the NATD Medalist competition. I'm dead tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish I were good at something. ): Like, actually really good at something. I want that feeling of assurance that I can &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; something. I wish I could dance like Yulia Zagoruychenko or sing like Charice Pempengco or talk like Pat Webs (or something like that. She's an Australian debater) or feel like Michael Jackson or cook like Chef Goustou (sp?) or decorate like Nate (from Oprah) or draw like Michael Angelo ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;): When am I ever gonna find that one thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZ36A0-GBI/SUL8qVX_RwI/AAAAAAAABm8/npuolg3b8X8/s400/Gracie-grump.JPG" height="250" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-6571277742265001974?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6571277742265001974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=6571277742265001974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6571277742265001974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6571277742265001974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/07/wall-e.html' title='Wall-E'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dSZ36A0-GBI/SUL8qVX_RwI/AAAAAAAABm8/npuolg3b8X8/s72-c/Gracie-grump.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-3560250340209880425</id><published>2009-07-05T05:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T05:02:48.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I bother.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7848888517002088738-3560250340209880425?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3560250340209880425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=3560250340209880425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3560250340209880425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3560250340209880425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-6951084679905210374</id><published>2009-06-28T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:54:49.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson.</title><content type='html'>I still can't swallow the whole thing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe he's gone. But I pray we never let him die. I regret not really appreciating him before. I used to listen to his songs and say, "this is beautiful." But I never made time to sit down, close my eyes, and let the message reach me. Only a true .. beautiful soul (?) could deliver such a message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I listen to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man in the Mirror&lt;/span&gt;. And just the beginning, where he 'hmm's .. I swear I could've cried. Then I scribble the lyrics onto my memo pad, bubbles of bliss and something else I can't put my finger on forms in me and tears swell my eyes I couldn't see what I've written. His voice soothed me, and every word just pierces my everything inside me and just then I wanted to scream Why. Why leave us. And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;I cried. I cried inside and thats just worse cos the emotion just stays there and overwhelms you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you listen to this song and how he sings it, I'm just so certain He brought Michael down to earth for everyone of us to be close to. Michael was there for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael Jackson, you are magic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't tell you just how much I miss you. Words fail me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-6951084679905210374?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6951084679905210374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=6951084679905210374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6951084679905210374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6951084679905210374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.html' title='Michael Jackson.'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-5016774557831748327</id><published>2009-06-23T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T05:02:45.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets of The Fearless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n45/n228710.jpg" height="350" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The new book I've recently been so hooked on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't put it down. Tried. Couldn't. It's about HMS Fearless and young John Barr. He and his father was cheated off their property, accused of murder, and in their attempt to run from the angry mob and the head of the mob, who was the actual murderer, they were pressed into the navy - against their will. But John and his father, Patrick were assigned to different ships. Patrick to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HMS Splendid&lt;/span&gt; and John to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HMS Fearless&lt;/span&gt; . It's a really good book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the book, the Scots are a was with the French. Basically, it's about life at sea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lion King rehearsal tomorrow. Latin technique drilll-llll-llling on Thursday. The lion king performance is on Friday, I can't wait :) The schools musical is this Saturday. Wheeee. Latin exam this Sunday. Can I not go to school on Monday? :) :) Naahh. I'll be going to school on Monday. There's something happening on Monday but I can't tell you. Shhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good luck to those in the school's musical :) :) Work hard. People are coming to watch, so show 'em whatcha got. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-5016774557831748327?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5016774557831748327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=5016774557831748327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/5016774557831748327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/5016774557831748327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/06/secrets-of-fearless.html' title='Secrets of The Fearless'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-8787342832984055211</id><published>2009-06-19T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T05:17:08.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Krystle's Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Besides your lips, where is your favourite spot to be kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hand. HEEE! :) Naaahh. I don't know, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. How did you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I felt like I only got 2 minutes of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Who was the last person you took a photo with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The whole family for Jean's midnight birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Would you consider yourself spoiled&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Uhh. I, don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Will you ever donate blood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Umm. No. Good friend, but not best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Do you want someone to be dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No, no ofcourse not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What does your last text msg say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hah :) Don't bother with my cellphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What are you thinking of right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What in the world is on Nickelodeon right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Do you want someone to be with you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3am. Oh doont ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Where did you buy the tee you are wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Got it for free. Joined this event thing and got it :) Pretty neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nope. Not even my future husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;14. Who was the last person who texted you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's been awhile. I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10  names:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Krystle Koh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Siti Amirah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Qissay Siregar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Inka Jaisi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Alesia Dhana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Latifah Azlan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Trishii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Amelia Henderson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Alfin Lian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Razlan Yusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[there's no order. Just random names that pop up, I write]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Who is no.2 having a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If I told you, I'm afraid I'd have to kill you :) Or worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Is no.3 a male or female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Heh, Qis you're lucky they gave you an easy question :) Qis is a she. A very pretty she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. If no.7 and no.1 got together, would it be good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No. 1 would have to learn French and put up with a whole lot of Trishay-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What is no.1 studying about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;SPM. Although I have a feeling in her head, she's dancing the cha cha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. When was the last time you chatted with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I dunno. Quite recent. Not more than a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Is no.4 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Reeoww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Say something about no.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dayuummm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. What do you think about no.3 and no.6 being together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What're you a love doctor or something. Umm. I can't imagine &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; happening :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Describe no.9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;um. Skillzzz to the brim :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. What will you do if no.6 and no.7 fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Knock their heads together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Do you like no.8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can't staaaand her. :P Chh. Nahh I love me some Ameliaaa :)&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/7848888517002088738-8787342832984055211?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8787342832984055211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=8787342832984055211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8787342832984055211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8787342832984055211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/06/krystles-tag.html' title='Krystle&apos;s Tag'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-3485143472107530680</id><published>2009-06-18T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:57:40.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flew by</title><content type='html'>It seemed like only yesterday I was in the car heading south to Malacca. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got back most of my mid-year exam results. I'm not satisfied with my marks but whats done is done. I'll just have to promise myself I'll work harder fort he next examination. Which is in a little more than a month btw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought Reader's Digest June issue that came with a free February issue. And I really like the articles in the magazine. I read articles on Tasmanian tigers, snake massages, the Canine Connection programme at the Echo Glen Children Centre in Washington, an inspirational woman named Sunitha from India, Danny Wallace and many many more. And all these from only the February issue. I'm thinking about subscribing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's new?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Umm. Jean turned 9 yesterday :) My dad got her this HUGE chuppa chuppa lollipop. it's humongous it's like three times the size of my fist. Pretty cool :) We'll be going to OU this Sunday 'cos my sister wants to celebrate at Space Galactica (or was it Galaxie) and Art Attack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it's already Friday. After today, it's gonna be Saturday :) and then Sunday :) I have a good feeling about this weekend. Suddenly I have so much motivation to finish up all my homework and cleaning up my room. Oh well :) Marinate the feeling while it  lasts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-3485143472107530680?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3485143472107530680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=3485143472107530680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3485143472107530680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3485143472107530680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-flew-by.html' title='Time flew by'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-2374140638506129361</id><published>2009-06-07T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:21:57.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like kindergarten</title><content type='html'>Started class with aunty Farah again today :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. Love the class. I felt like kiddie tingle, like, bubbles of genuine happiness popping in me and I just wanted to hug my knees, shape myself into a human ball and roll around the floor. But I didn't do that, of course. Would've scared the other people there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and thats the other half of the best part of class :) I've missed everyone sooo soo much. It's good to see them again. Laughing at each other during routines, while we practice, make weird sounds ... Yeah I missed that :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's one week left to the holidays. Sunday today was awesome, cos I came back from dance rehearsal knowing I could sleep not worrying whether or not I've forgotten anything for Monday's list of hand-ins and should-be-done-before-Monday-work. I have piano and mandarin tuition tomorrow, and I love that stuff and all, but I just don't feel like right now. I want to go back to Sunday 2pm - 7pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be going over to the ballroom studio for practice for the whole week. I'm pretty excited. I really like going there, even though I'm as silent as a mouse when I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; there, but I still love going there :) :). I'm not as tight as I am with the WDA people as I am with the DTB people [but ofcourse, I've known most of the DTB people since 2005], but we're cool, and they're super nice people. Takes time to build new friendship, I just wish my social skills were a little more pro than it is now. I'm terrible at making new friends ): If there was a master in this particular field, I beg to be your little grasshopper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHICH REMINDS ME! :) I have this sudden craving of making new friends. Any takers? Bear warning, my attempts to start a conversation might be a little off, but bear with me :) I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; working on my people skills. :) heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Krystle with be rolling with me to Malacca for the latin competition! :D Isn't that great? She says we'll stuff ourselves with chips on the way there. lol. Its a 2 hour drive, we could chomp down I dunno, maybe 20 packets of chips? And I don't think we'd be able to squeeze into our costumes for the comp after all that chips. :) But it did sound like a fun idea. When we told Sean about this, all he said was, "Hah. I'd be able to fit into my costume. 'Cos &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; don't eat junk food."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chhhhhh. Men.&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/7848888517002088738-2374140638506129361?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2374140638506129361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=2374140638506129361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2374140638506129361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2374140638506129361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-kindergarten.html' title='Like kindergarten'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-6874202886890953239</id><published>2009-06-06T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T08:20:41.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How he rolls.</title><content type='html'>Latin class went okay. I was about to walk up to the studio when I realized I had forgotten my latin shoes :\ So mummy had to drive me all the way home and back again to the studio to get a pair of shoes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samba isn't getting any easier. I had a lot to work on before next Sunday. If I'm not mistaken, Johnston, Nicole, Sylvia and Jimmy went to Hong Kong for a competition. All the best :) I think Belman went, too. To support. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a dream last night. It was a pretty interesting dream although I couldn't remember much of it except for a blurry summary of what was it about. I did remember the last few minutes of it before I woke up. I was chasing Marisa 'cos she said she had something she wanted to show me. We passed by Latifah sitting with a bunch of people in orange suits interviewing them O.o [ btw, the place my dream took place was like this hogwarts castle thing, like a school, a campus, but a castle. lots of things going about ]. I lost Marisa and ended up in the boys territory. the campus was split to to parts, one side for ladies, the other for men and we were prohibited to enter the other. I bumped into a guy and wanted to run away cos I knew I'd get in trouble with the head. But the guy wouldn't let me go, and then it hit me, I turned and looked at the guy, it was Dhivya in a disguise. Then I remembered that we were all part of a mission to find something sacred in the boys part of the castle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I woke up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I find out exactly what was it we were looking for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. Mummy, Sean, Jean and I had lunch at Amcorp. It's been a while since I last visited Amcorp and some stuff has changed, upgraded. Had lunch. Looked around and went home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the traffic light at jalan 222, we waited for the light to turn green. And from our left there was a guy, maybe about 17? 19? was on a bicycle, with a purple backpack and some stuff sticking out of the half-closed zipper. She zoomed pass us, quite fast, but in a pace enough for us (in the car) to catch about a 3 second glance of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was a good looking fellow. Sharp features, and he had a smile and his face that made you smile too. He looked so clean-cut, so honest, and he cycled not too fast, not like those guys that cycle ridiculously fast on the road maybe imagining themselves a F1 racer or something, he cycled in a quickened pace but more like because he was excited to get to where he was supposed to go. Adorable :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae &lt;/span&gt;: Mummy we should roll down the window and cheer him on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mummy &lt;/span&gt;: Haha. I'd roll down the window and ask for his number. "Auntie why would you want my number?" ( she was mocking of what he would probably reply ), I'd reply, "I have a daughter."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : O.o AHHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random, good-looking, gorgeous smile guy with the purple backpack (or was his shirt purple? -.- I cant remember) on the bicycle, if you're reading. Call me. :) 555-9894.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got back from a wedding of a family friend. Congrats :) :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it hit me, In roughly the same amount of time I felt like since I was in kindergarten and now that I'm in form4, I'd be getting married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dangit where IS that future husband of mine :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i63/praisie/Wedding_8June07-096.jpg" height="250" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-6874202886890953239?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6874202886890953239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=6874202886890953239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6874202886890953239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6874202886890953239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-he-rolls.html' title='How he rolls.'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-345456687214292508</id><published>2009-06-04T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T10:36:56.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Order up!</title><content type='html'>Correction to the previous post. Lat and I watched season 4. :) Pending season 5. Is that right? pending?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent my day waiting tables and walking around Curve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting tables was a fun experience. The lady in charge, Shirley, would call out, "AMOI!" everytime an order was up :) hahah. And she'd call the guys, "BOYY!". It was fun. Shirley is really nice, putting up with my being such a noob at this. I hope by the end of the day I improved atleast a little. I noticed at the end of the day, I was walking almost as fast as the other waiters :D haha They more like glide than walk. After awhile you sort of go on on automatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;menu. order. food. drinks. trays. dirty dishes. money. change. Pretty cool. I had some trouble with the pricing and the menu but I guess that sorta thing takes time. I'm going back tomorrow. Earn some pocket money :) Next job, probably during the 2 month holiday, maybe I'll try out a bakery or an apparel store. that would be pretty neat, being part of the action behind scenes :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol. I was bringing an order out to the customers, and this super tall figure on my right, towering over me, it's shadow blocking the source of light, it said, "MAE!" I looked up and yelled back, "ALFRED!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol! Alfred was there for the Taylors College open day thing. Asked me what was I doing there, I explained, bla bla bla and I had to go. I was on dutayy. cheyyyyyh :) hah. But it was good seeing a familiar face there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Latin private class was .. tough. Samba is verryy enjoyable but its difficult ): I can't get it right and it's so frustrating cos competition is next week. NEXT WEEK! dangit. Tomorrow, if possible I'll squeeze in a movie in the morning :P and then off to wait tables and then practice at the studio and then tuition. and then SLEEP. Oh that sounds good. SLEEEP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-345456687214292508?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/345456687214292508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=345456687214292508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/345456687214292508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/345456687214292508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/06/order-up.html' title='Order up!'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-7454662127919868656</id><published>2009-06-03T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:29:24.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t forget :D'/><title type='text'>Paper paper paper planes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2jcdkbl.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAH get it?! LOST, season 5. GET IT!? Charlie has 5 fingers up. :) cuute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally had the LOST season 5 marathon at Latifah's place. The was LOST, lying down on the floor, pillows, sleeping, the roti man, mcD's, and a confused mcD's delivery guy. OH, and youtube :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be there at 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got there at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/090907/05-lost-season-4_l.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's surprising how difficult it is to wake up early during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... okay, not that surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a good time :) I slept and Lat was like, "Mae are you sleeping?". And I was like, "Yeah". And after lunch, we watched a couple more episodes, I turned around and Lat was on the bed sleeping. I didn't bother asking her if she was sleeping ... cos I knew she wouldn't answer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered mcD's, and the mcd delivery dood had trouble locating Latifah's house. We heard the doorbell ring, so we ran to the door ready to get our hands on our lunch, but when we got the gate, all we heard was a motorcycle driving off and no lunch ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were like, "Whaaaat??" We took 2 seconds to get out and he drove off?! Puzzled, we stood there behind the gate wondering why in the world did the mcd dude drive off so fast. Lat was about to call the mcd .. umm .. base? (WOW MILITARY TALK) and suddenly she was like, "OH!! HAHA! It wasn't the mcd guy." She walked to the gate and in my head I was like, "Then who else could it be?", I watched Lat walk to the gate, and thats when I saw the loaf of Gardenia bread pinned between the gate and the .. wall beside it. "It was the roti man, THATS why he drove off so fast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="325" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/090907/01-lost-season-4_l.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this was so sweet :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we got our mcd's. But when we opened the plastic, there staring right at our faces, a box that said, "20 pieces" (chicken nuggets). Lat and I ordered fried chickkkayn. So Lat was about to call the mcd person, but then decided to check the contents of the said box with 20 pieces of chicken nuggets, and our fried chickkkayn was there in the box. :D aiyo. Lucky we checked, or the mcd people would've gotten yelling from 2 16 year olds, and the two 16 year olds wouldn't gotten serious embarassment, and may never ever get to work at mcd's. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="210" src="http://www.gitsiegirl.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/03/lost%20sawyer%20new%20glasses.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:) He's so sweet in season 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't finish season 1, and I friggin hope i get to finish it soon cos there's so many unanswered questions, and I really really wanna watch the part where Sawyer gives this cute-roll-eye-look and jumps off the helicopter and back onto the island just because the helicopter couldn't carry the weight and someone had to jump off. And he volunteered. AHHHH SO ADORABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AnABlrUxInU/Sao4WW8zaWI/AAAAAAAAB2c/8OShT1R3mgY/Lost%20Season%205%5B3%5D.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to do during the holidays, I'd right them down on paper, but I know I'd loose it and a tree wouldn't been sacrificed for nothing. So I'll list them out here, so I won't forget :D :D. I'll tab this post as .. don't forget :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;PRS board 09/10 [omigod can you believe it's soon to be 2010?!] essay(s). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PRS gathering game preparations. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A whole lot of cleaning up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A whole lot of studying .... up :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;latin comp serioussssss preparations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Petronas perfomance with the weirdo's I love so much :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the takes-up-whole-of-my-sunday-afternoon-but-atleast-I-get-to-see-the-weirdos dance class .. on Sundays &lt;3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;latin dance class on Saturdays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;guitar lessons, piano lessons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tuition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bio lab report(s) .. lol I guess even the holidays couldn't keep biology away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics formative marks (exercises)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BM and English oral exam preparations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 movies to catch :) &lt;em&gt;The Hannah Montana &lt;/em&gt;(is it spelled with a 'h'?) &lt;em&gt;Movie, 17 again &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/em&gt;. yayy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get new top and new pants. Nichii and Kitschen (love that place. Went to the branch in Tropicana City Mall ... and I love that place wheee ;D) sells (haha, I typed 'seels' and then I changed it. that was funny) reasonably-priced pant..aloons. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get Jean's present.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;latin exam preparations (.. yeah O.o exams. Teacher Joanne just told me yesterday)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ummm ... sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;But most of the stuff up there I really love :) So I couldn't imagine any other way to spend my holidays. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh wait I can. 21 hours of sleep a day, and 3 hours of nothing but eat and television. Oh yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S: Excuse the bad english ): I'm soo sleeeeepy. Can't be bothered to edit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-7454662127919868656?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7454662127919868656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=7454662127919868656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/7454662127919868656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/7454662127919868656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/06/paper-paper-paper-planes.html' title='Paper paper paper planes!'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/2jcdkbl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-8607678896418726666</id><published>2009-06-02T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:16:35.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A to the nis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ANIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HA.HA.HAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;YAYYY SPREAD THE JOY!    :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPEEEE BIRRDIIIIIEEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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;HappyBirhtdayAnisIHopeYouHaveAIncrediblySpectacularBirthday. YAYYAYYAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;Lovelovelove,Mae .. maemae.&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/7848888517002088738-8607678896418726666?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8607678896418726666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=8607678896418726666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8607678896418726666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8607678896418726666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-nis.html' title='A to the nis'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-6376851474932901324</id><published>2009-05-31T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T05:19:23.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that Archuleta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mummy came home from Amsterdam yesterday. Since then I couldn't stop with the questions. Amsterdam sounds so peaceful, so .. calm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was telling mummy about this one time when David Archuleta was playing on the radio, and Simon (daddy's driver) switched the channel just as the song started playing. I bugged my brother to ask Simon if he could switch the channel back to hitz.fm, and, obviously Sean didn't - just to annoy me. So I asked Simon :) I was enjoying the song, singing along. And then it ended. And like a millisecond after it did, Simon said, "okay, finish?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. and he switched back the channel to fly.fm. And Sean was like, "HAH!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just as I finished telling my mom about it, Miley Cyrus's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Climb&lt;/span&gt; came on the radio ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mummy&lt;/span&gt; : Is this David Archuleta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean and I&lt;/span&gt; : O.O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mummy&lt;/span&gt; : HAHAHHA! I can't tell the difference from all these new stars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy bought a  cow plushie for Jean. The cow was white, black ..... pink and red spots and horns. Yeah. It has one red horn and one pink horn. One red nostril and one pink nostril. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt; : I wanna name it Meggie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; : You can't name it Meggie, it's a guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt; : No it isn't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; (to the rescue) : Yeah! Who ever said it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to be a guy?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; : ...... Mae, it has horns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : Oh .... Jean its a guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; : How in the world did you get 7A's?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom bought so much cheese, I think we'll be having cheese the rest of the year. We went grocery shopping, and as I was unloading the groceries (is that right? 'unloading' the groceries?), I noticed they weren't the food we'd usually buy. It was sort of western. Meat for sandwiches (and that was mainly it from our grocery shopping), soup, french bread, sandwich bread, yogurt .. I mean, yeah its pretty usual but .. suddenly our fridge was filled with stuff for sandwiches and dairy stuff. No spices or colorful flowers they use for whatever curry or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : Ma have you seen our groceries? It's so .. un-asian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mummy&lt;/span&gt; : I just got back from Amsterdam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I love watching Will Smith interviews. He's funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-6376851474932901324?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6376851474932901324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=6376851474932901324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6376851474932901324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6376851474932901324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-that-archuleta.html' title='Is that Archuleta?'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-1115797811548425135</id><published>2009-05-30T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T05:56:28.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 pounds</title><content type='html'>I just finished 7 pounds. the movie.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;eautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't really get the movie at the beginning, but towards the end everything falls into place and at the very end, everything just pangs and (at least to me) tears fell, and I couldn't swallow in just how beautiful the world could be - if such generosity, such .. ugh .. such beauty could ever &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; exist. I'm sure somewhere in this world it does, the movie just made me realize exactly how beautiful could one person be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha okay, me using the world 'beautiful' makes it sound a little ... dot dot dot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but honestly. it was just so ... beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, Will Smith is just breathtaking. He is so amazing, talented don't do him justice. Amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://yondrix.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/7_pounds.jpg" height="375" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-1115797811548425135?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1115797811548425135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=1115797811548425135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/1115797811548425135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/1115797811548425135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/05/7-pounds.html' title='7 pounds'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-8229231857517161463</id><published>2009-05-24T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T08:04:56.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exam mania over-er-errr</title><content type='html'>I didn't get to go for PRS camp ):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Complications .. can't be bothered to post it up here :D :D heh. But the holidays are coming and I'm going crazy for it to come sooner. This weeks gonna be a loooong week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH!! haha. We had our Add maths exam on wednesday, and we got the results (with formative and all) on friday. lol. talk about express. I did okay. :) Not an A, not a B either but I'm glad with my results. I was almost so sure I was gonna fail. And I improved from last time :) So thats good news, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The WDA dinner and dance performance went okay. I was really tired at the end. And the whole thing reminded me of the whole DTB group and just how much I missed performing with those weirdo's (kidding. I love you guys). emm. Next ballroom comp will be in June. June 14. I'm really excited for that. I have to admit even more than I was for the penang comp. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hheeee :) #1 I'm competing in Samba. And I loooooooove samba, its just so fun and .. well .. fun :) #2 Krystle Koh is gonna be there. YAYY!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized I didn't post up a birthday post. I'll do it soon although I know its LOOONNG overdue but this year's birthday was nice and sweet so I guess I'll do it anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things swirling around in my head ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway. Enjoy the holidays!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: Aliaaaaa! Is the performance still on? :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-8229231857517161463?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8229231857517161463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=8229231857517161463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8229231857517161463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8229231857517161463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/05/exam-mania-over-er-errr.html' title='exam mania over-er-errr'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-4605081077435457219</id><published>2009-05-18T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:04:47.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Megan,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;YES I BBBSSHHHMMMAMABBINGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;DID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I bought so many books I don't know which one to start with :) AHHH! I have one about China, about some battleship thing about how a boy and his father was separated, Terry Goodkind books ... I can't even remember the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-4605081077435457219?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4605081077435457219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=4605081077435457219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4605081077435457219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4605081077435457219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-megan.html' title='To Megan,'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-3808685743193004342</id><published>2009-05-18T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:01:10.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's your link Iman :)</title><content type='html'>This episode was okay. It's the first episode of season 1. Episodes get funnier and funnier everytime. :) Well atleast that's what my opinion.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="540" height="310"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMAFcdq3gOs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMAFcdq3gOs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="470" height="310"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="470" height="310"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGq-c8iy26c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGq-c8iy26c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="470" height="310"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J_Nr3xONGPc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J_Nr3xONGPc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;Enjoy! :) I love the theme song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;Off to school for some bio :) and maths. &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/7848888517002088738-3808685743193004342?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3808685743193004342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=3808685743193004342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3808685743193004342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3808685743193004342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/05/heres-your-link-iman.html' title='Here&apos;s your link Iman :)'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-1469870434187741813</id><published>2009-05-17T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:56:41.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read read and more red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://simplemom.net/wp-content/uploads/sept08/girl_reading.jpg" height="225" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't put Inkheart down for not more than 5 minutes! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dustfinger, Meggie, Mo, Elinor ... Their names just sing out of the book when I read it. I looove the characters, I love the story. For those who've seen me read a book, whenever I come across a .. umm .. a heart-thumping moment or a sweet moment and any special moment in the book, I'd close it for about 4 seconds and stare at the cover. Creepily I'd find myself smiling at the cover. But anyway, it gives me a moment to breath and then continue the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd very much love to read the book from Dustfinger's perspective. Everytime Meggie (the character we're reading from) looks at Dustfinger and he's staring into space, I always wondered what was he thinking about. He's cool with his fire blowing skills, juggling skills, and a ferret looking pet with horns always in his pack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in love with Mo. How Meggie describes him, what he does for her, how Meggie tells us how she's able to tell what he means with just the tone of how he says something. I dunno. I just love Mo. He's awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I managed to put the book down to study some physics shiz before i go to sleep. One more week of exams and while I go through this one week, the wonderful world of stories await me :) 5 books. Can't wait to start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2008/10/06/article-1069597-007042B700000258-842_468x314.jpg" height="225" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-1469870434187741813?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1469870434187741813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=1469870434187741813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/1469870434187741813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/1469870434187741813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/05/read-read-and-more-red.html' title='Read read and more red'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-6857963795048586159</id><published>2009-05-16T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:22:18.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Qis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01. What is your name : &lt;/span&gt;Mae&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02. A four letter word : &lt;/span&gt;Mold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03. A boy's name : &lt;/span&gt;Michael&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04. A girl's name : &lt;/span&gt;pssh. Mae. okay okay. umm .. Mathilda :) I love that show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05. An occupation : &lt;/span&gt;Milkman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06. A color : &lt;/span&gt;Magenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07. Something you wear : &lt;/span&gt;Make-up?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08. A food : &lt;/span&gt;Melted cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09. Something found in the bathroom : &lt;/span&gt;Moisturizer&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. A place : &lt;/span&gt;Maryland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. A reason for being later : &lt;/span&gt;My dog ate my shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Something you shout : &lt;/span&gt;MELLOW YELLOW HELLO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. A movie title : &lt;/span&gt;My best friend's wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Something you drank : &lt;/span&gt;Milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. A musical group : &lt;/span&gt;Maroon 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. An animal : &lt;/span&gt;Monkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. A street name : &lt;/span&gt;Melawati? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. A type of car : &lt;/span&gt;Mercedez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Title of song : &lt;/span&gt;My girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Something you use in school : &lt;/span&gt;Magenta color pencil :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-6857963795048586159?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6857963795048586159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=6857963795048586159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6857963795048586159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6857963795048586159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged-by-qis.html' title='Tagged by Qis'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-2824316279866378598</id><published>2009-05-16T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:21:29.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New books :) Hoorah</title><content type='html'>I didn't keep my promise. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't do much studying today. ): I still have 1 week of exams left and I should really, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;get started. Yes. STARTED. I haven't revised my Physics and my Chemistry. I'm dead scared for Chemistry though. ): Chemistry is confusing and I dare say I prefer Bio to Chem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Latin practice was good today. I **think I improved my Rhumba. I sure hope I did, though. Ballroom class is getting tougher every week. I can't say I didn't see it coming but classes seem like more work than fun nowadays .. well, nowaweeks actually, since ballroom is only umm once a week. But I'm not complaining :) I still enjoy ballroom very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the Big Bad Wolf Booksale :) My first ever warehouse book sale. Books, paperback, hardcover, magazines .. everything was under RM10. Can you believe it?! We bought about 8=10 books for eighty ringgit. Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inkheart&lt;/span&gt; - I saw the movie and I thought it was really good :) And uhh ... in my opinion, any movie based on a book turns out better than good, it's about 75% proven that the book is just as good or better than the movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A sequel to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Golden Compass&lt;/span&gt; - same reason as above. But I couldn't find the first book [the golden compass] so i bought the III book instead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stars of Sea&lt;/span&gt; - its about a group of very different individuals on a ship and they're looking for  a new start in life. Or something like that. But I liked the little sneak preview I gave myself at the warehouse. So I bought it :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phantom&lt;/span&gt; - ... I can't remember what its about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've already started with Inkheart and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love it&lt;/span&gt;. I looove it. I admire Mo (star of the .. book) :) I do I do I do I do I do. HEEEEEYYYYYY what happened to Mamma Mia? I haven't heard about it for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I might've gotten back my love for reading. I got bored of it after heaps of chick lits. ): They all end the same I don't know why I bothered with so many. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow I have mandarin tuition in the morning, rehearsal in the afternoon - evening and serious studying to do at night. I think I'll make it before Monday :) No no .. positive thinking. I KNOW I'll make it before Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51matf7UFoL._SL500_.jpg" height="300" width="220" /&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/7848888517002088738-2824316279866378598?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2824316279866378598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=2824316279866378598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2824316279866378598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2824316279866378598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-books-hoorah.html' title='New books :) Hoorah'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-6400975790930108796</id><published>2009-05-15T01:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:31:47.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises promises :)</title><content type='html'>I need to update my blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) After physics tuition. PROMISE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-6400975790930108796?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6400975790930108796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=6400975790930108796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6400975790930108796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6400975790930108796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/05/promises-promises.html' title='Promises promises :)'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-809674879391114461</id><published>2009-05-03T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T05:48:01.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back home :)  [Ballroom comp+ AI contest]</title><content type='html'>After a tiring weekend (that went by very quick, I must add). But I had so much fun, a little tense but definitely fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left for Penang around noon on Friday. Slept for half the journey, as for the other half, I surprised myself by being able to accomplish the whole of chapter one of Add Maths. I have a little trouble with inverse functions, I'll need to find myself a tutor that can sit with me for max 15 minutes and explain a little :) (chyeah, it's add maths, i'll need a week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day of the competition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got to the hall we'd be competing, my heart dropped only the slightest. The floor was tiled, meaning it's gonna be slippery and the worst of the worst would be to slip, AND be tripped on. There'll be 18 couples (COUPLES, that means 36 people) on the floor in the category I was to compete in. And there's two heats, meaning there are 36 couples and only 6 would compete in the finals later at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sean and I waited for the rest from WDA to arrive. After they did we rehearsed a little on the floor. I got dressed, the atmosphere got a little more tense than before ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we begin the event at 12.30nn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I competed in Beginners Cha Cha, and Beginners Rhumba. After our first round, against the other 36 couples, the judges were to select 24 couples to head onto the quarter finals. I was watching and cheering on for our fellow dance mates with everyone else on the floor. And Belman tapped me on the shoulder, he says, "You've made it. Cha Cha and Rhumba." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More cheering after the good news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was again our turn to compete in the beginners quarter finals. This time therer was only one heat. All 24 couples on the floor. And from that 24, the judges will pick 12 couples to move on to semi finals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt good about the Cha Cha. The rhumba was a little messy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, while the other categories went on, I cheered with everyone else :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few categories went by, and I decided to go check the results board. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart fell when I didn't see the number '34' on the list of the couples moving on to semi finals for Beginners Rhumba. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we made it for Cha Cha :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. 12 couples on the floor, competing for one of the 6 available spots for the finals later that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't make it after that. Stopped at semifinals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I had a lot of fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, we left Penang at 7am, so I'd make it back in time for the hitz.fm + Starworld contest to win a pair of tickets to LA for the American Idol finals. All I can say is that it was a fun event :) It was like monopoly. You're supposed to collect golden tickets as you go around the board. You win tickets by answering questions correctly a/o performing wild card challenges. The challenges were funny, although I must admit, some of the questions were tough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess instead of the theatre in LA watching Adam Lamber and Allison Iraheta live, I'll be in school doing my add maths exam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I had fun, anyway. Millie was there !! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each contestant was given an Idol t-shirt we had to wear throughout the event. Each t-shirt had names of the contestants from American Idol season8. I got Adam Lambert :) Whooohooo. In the goodie bags we got, they gave us AI speakers, 2 albums (david cook and jennifer hudson) and movie tickets to x-men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. :) Fun weekend.  Back to school tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[pictures of the comp will be up soon, i hope. nothing much though]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-809674879391114461?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/809674879391114461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=809674879391114461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/809674879391114461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/809674879391114461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back-home-ballroom-comp-ai-contest.html' title='I&apos;m back home :)  [Ballroom comp+ AI contest]'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-6759613639170687609</id><published>2009-04-30T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:49:46.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo Romeo.</title><content type='html'>Where art thou thee Romeo? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I spell that right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will be leaving for Pinang tomorrow around noon. Probably before lunchtime. I'm just really tired right now. Got home from Eng. Lit, went straight to Physics tuition and then straight to the last dance practice before the competition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm worn out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During physics i had one of those zonk-out-day-dream moments. :\ yeah that happens quite often. i want to write a song. :) just one song. That alone would take months.  But I think it'll be fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So uh . Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-6759613639170687609?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6759613639170687609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=6759613639170687609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6759613639170687609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6759613639170687609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/04/romeo-romeo.html' title='Romeo Romeo.'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-4211060752748567796</id><published>2009-04-29T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:52:05.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Familiar Hello</title><content type='html'>Here come the weekend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) Oh I can't wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-4211060752748567796?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4211060752748567796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=4211060752748567796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4211060752748567796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4211060752748567796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/04/familiar-hello.html' title='Familiar Hello'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-7626268815703515625</id><published>2009-04-24T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:26:34.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got home from KLPAC. Went to watch  "From the Page and Onto the Floor" with the Form 4 English Literature class. I didn't wear the sea green dress I planned to, didn't feel like a dress night. Latifah's dress was really cute and her hair added the cuteness but in a dont mess with me kind of way. I don't know what she see is wrong about her new hair cut. I sure don't see anything. Make it work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The play was good :) Shakespeare has always been such an inspiration all over and it wasn't until today when I realized exactly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; amazing his work was. I loved Hamlet, and Romeo and Juliet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved how Shakespeare could put the feeling of 'love' into words. Usually we're lost for words, or words just couldn't describe the overwhelming feeling of it all (not talking outta experience :] Lots of romantic movies in the past, people), but Shakespeare managed to do so. How he made Romeo put his feelings to words, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;avo&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah I've been living under a rock. Shakespeare. is amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Tria after the play. I'm sorry if I seemed a little awkward or dull. I was just really really tired and dehydrated.    :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-7626268815703515625?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7626268815703515625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=7626268815703515625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/7626268815703515625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/7626268815703515625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-1010271458703324022</id><published>2009-04-24T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:23:00.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work your magic, 2009.</title><content type='html'>2009 has been great so far :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 4 months have been amazing. A little downs here and there, but nothing a little 'You can do it' spirit can't handle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, as I got ready for school (in super slow motion), I had hitz.fm on the radio. JJ and Ean gave the cue to call for a chance to win a pair of tickets to the American Idol Finale in LA. Which is in about 4 weeks I think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in the short period of about 5 seconds, I said to myself, "Go for it. What are the chances, but no harm trying." So I ran downstairs, picked up the phone and punched in the number. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By this time the eagerness striked me. I had to try again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only at the 6th try I got through. Ring ring ring. A dude picked up and said, "Whats the password?" HAha I had a Harry Potter common room moment right there. I gave him the password and he put me on hold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seconds later JJ and Ean were on the other line. They asked the question. "Who performed last night?" And immediately I said (lol, it was on the edge of shouting), "DAVID ARCHULETA!". And the other side got really loud. lol. Soooo, yeah. Theres gonna be a final round, in that round the people that got through will have to answer questions about the past, present and future (?)  of American Idol from season 1 the the current one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got to school. All happy and what. I had nothing to do in class, so I decided I'll count the weeks left before AI Finales. Just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; I do win the tickets (what are the chances), I want to know the rough date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;): And a total killer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week of AI finales might be the same week Sri Aman's mid year exams are going on ): (very very high chance)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things can't always go the way you'd like them to. We'll see how things work out :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-1010271458703324022?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1010271458703324022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=1010271458703324022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/1010271458703324022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/1010271458703324022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-your-magic-2009.html' title='Work your magic, 2009.'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-6252226524412301505</id><published>2009-04-22T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:24:11.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons, make Iced Lemon Tea.</title><content type='html'>We had an exhibition at school today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today I felt SO much better about what's my pathway after SPM. I'm not too sure about it, but at least I get to study something I'm comfortable in, and can still do performing arts as a hobby. I'm probably gonna take the ADP in either psychology or mass comm. And in my two years in the US (hopefully I'll get accepted into Michigan Technology University - or something like that), I'll make time for auditions and performances and stuff like that. It's either MTU or University of Oregon. What I like about Oregon is that it 'sounds' really peaceful there. Theres a lot of activites available. And California, LA, and New York isn't too far away either. It'll be fun visiting as many states of the country as time allows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And whats best is that it's tax free (as what the lady at the INTO college stand told me). So yeah. But I don't hear/read much about performing arts in Oregon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why the US? Their performing arts is ... flexible? Performing Arts in the UK is awesome too. But for now, the ADP system seems much easier. Oh and sorry if I got any steps wrong/completely misunderstood the system. I only got my rough pathway this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nontheless, that's my rough plan for my first step :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Study a course, get a degree in something solid, and performing arts comes in as a hobby. And I'm fine with that. As long as in the future, I have a solid job, and I get to do some theatre, I'm happy. Of course, prince charming and a happy family is what I'm looking forward to too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The future is such a scary thing to think about. But I'm looking forward to it :) But what I'm sure of, is that one day in the future, mummy and I will have our visit to the Maccu Piccu village in Peru on my expense. And daddy will get to visit the Wonders of the World - also on my expense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray, for lemons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that I can make lemonade. And hopefully some tea too. So we'll have not just lemonade, but Lemon Tea. If I can get ice, we'll have ICED lemon tea :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now, let's go for the lemonade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gossipteen.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/david-archuleta-pizza-1.jpg" height="300" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heh :) sorry, this was too adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-6252226524412301505?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6252226524412301505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=6252226524412301505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6252226524412301505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6252226524412301505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-had-exhibition-at-school-today.html' title='When life gives you lemons, make Iced Lemon Tea.'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-7609553056976556277</id><published>2009-04-20T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:57:37.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really worth it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-reel-mccoy.com/movies/1997/images/anastasia.jpg" height="200" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When am I gonna find my Dimitri ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Urgh the things fantasy movies can make you feel. Call it corny, but I've always wished for my very own fairy tale. My very own disney princess story. My very own perfect other half, not the other half you'd have to spend 5 years getting to know to know if he's the one. The one you dance with for 5 seconds and know, he's the one :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've always wanted my very own happy ending. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I imagine a world where everything is simple. I'll only get myself into a jumble of 'thought webs' if I go deeper. So I'll just end it here. I want a world, where everything is simple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;URGH. Disney makes you feel so good when you're watch&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; the movie. Once it's over, you just feel so .. so ... "aww maaan". I envy Disney characters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh grow up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPGq6XgOU9s/RxTsX9y-NsI/AAAAAAAAARw/QcZRKo3R9jk/s400/pout.jpg" height="150" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Duwan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-7609553056976556277?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7609553056976556277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=7609553056976556277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/7609553056976556277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/7609553056976556277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-really-worth-it.html' title='Is it really worth it.'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPGq6XgOU9s/RxTsX9y-NsI/AAAAAAAAARw/QcZRKo3R9jk/s72-c/pout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-2377909993603034290</id><published>2009-04-16T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T03:39:03.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a not-so-shopaholic</title><content type='html'>Planned to leave the stadium earlier, so I could go watch the HELP debate semifinals. I figured I needed to watch more live debates, thats one of the best ways to improve .. i think. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the end, Trishi and I couldn't leave early. The discipline teachers and Cik Liew explained that it was a schooling day and whatnot. It was when they explained it hit me, it was a Thursday and yeah, if we left early with no permission it was sort of skipping school. It didn't hit me before because ever since std1, Sports day used to be on a Saturday. soo uh .. well whatever, it just didn't hit me :) And I apologize to the discipline teachers if it seemed like we were being difficult students. I really wasn't thinking clearly :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed on for Sports Day and I'm glad we did. Hijau wasn't leading, on the contrary we accumulated the least points. BUT. While I cheered and screamed for the athletes and the senam robik .. people .. I felt so much enthusiasm, I had this urge to shout, Hijau we can do this! The juniors were pretty enthusiastic as well, I hope they too, felt that urge to really fight for the title as champion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) We finished last this year. With Blue leading, and Kuning in second place. Congrats to Kuning. The feeling must be wonderful :) You guys really deserve it, you've worked so hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Hijau, next year, we'll really go for it :) Our seniors could do it, no doubt we can too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the event was over I got to watch &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;. A movie I've been wanting to catch ever since it started screening here (March 29th, if I'm not mistaken). And it was a good movie :) I liked it. After the movie, I swear I had the urge to swipe a credit card. Apparel stores that never caught my attention suddenly seemed so attractive and I had the urge to walk in. Eventhough I only had like what, RM15 in my wallet? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was good fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a fun day. I'm really tired but I don't think that'll be a good enough reason to skip Add Maths tuition. I wouldn't think of it. As it is, I am clueless in class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry my blog is all text and no pictures. Recently I've been way too lazy to search. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-2377909993603034290?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2377909993603034290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=2377909993603034290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2377909993603034290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2377909993603034290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/04/confessions-of-not-so-shopaholic.html' title='Confessions of a not-so-shopaholic'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-5270605879810519893</id><published>2009-04-15T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:16:17.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:) Daddy and our Neighbour + Megan's Evilness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy &lt;/span&gt;: *spots our neighbor, uncle Amir coming outta his house* Amiirr! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle Amir&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; : Whats up?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle Amir&lt;/span&gt; : Nothin' much. What's happening?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; : ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle Amir&lt;/span&gt; : ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; : Haaaaaaaaaappening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiyo. Daddy needs to watch more Randy Jackson :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So! I need a shower :) Just got home from Ballroom private class. Private classes are scary (and tiring -.-), that's when the eyes are on you. And you dance non-stop. In group classes you can sneak a break or two when the instructor isn't looking. During a private class, your instructor watches you like a hawk. :) But its cool. The classes are really fun and thats when I really get to work on technique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Updates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyday ever since 3pm on the 11th of April (Archie showcase)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't listen to his album. It hurts too much. :P lol drama queen. When I hear A Little Too Not Over You or Touch My Hand, I can't help but remember his cute little hops on stage :) And his ear-to-ear grin throughout the whole showcase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ughh. pain. David come back soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELP debate. How it went down :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eeeeuuuurrmm ... We lost :) To Damansara Jaya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whatever it was, I don't regret what happened. The point is, it did :) We'll make our next debating experience an even better one than this experience. This was our first time ever participating in a real debate tournament, and I think (lol, I'm kinda hesitant when I'm about to use the word 'think'. I'll explain later on in this post) .. no .. I KNOW we did the best we could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got best speaker :) That was a surprise, honestly. I was ready to bet my bottom dollar that one of the Government speakers would nab that title for shiz'sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first ever debating experience? I think it went okay. I think I stuttered a little during my rebuts to the arguments brought forth by the Government. MY GOSSH the end of my speech was the scariest part. I wrote my summary speech on the back of one of my cue cards. After I was done with my substantive speech, I couldn't find my summary speech. I freaked out but hopefully that didn't show. I was so close to saying, "L&amp;amp;G since I have no idea where I misplaced my summary speech, I'll do it spontaneously." But I didnt :) I just went on with whatever popped  into my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) Highlight of the day (before the debate took place), I got to meet up with a friend I haven't seen since CNY. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alia Astaman&lt;/span&gt;. :) I'm really sorry I couldn't help you with your favor, eventhough I already said yes to helping you out. The debate was about to start. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got to meet up with a long lost friend :) One of my best friends in primary school. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alysha Lee&lt;/span&gt;. She bought a McD drink, which I thought was coke. So when she offered some I gladly took a sip, needed some sugar. AFTER I took a sip &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; she says, "It's Milo". Raaar. I don't like Milo at McD's. But it was nice seeing her again, and meeting some of her friends from Sri Inai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: About the 'think' thing. LOL. I slipped it out somewhere in my rebuttal speech. And the government highlighted it. LOL and when he did I was like, "Aww man. Kudos to you, dude. That was a good move." :) But all in all, it was a fun experience. Good luck to the DJ debate team in your next round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megan's evil Question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She asked me. "Which was the better day? Genting with the Latin stars or Sunway with Archuleta."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) I r&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eeeaa&lt;/span&gt;lly dont know how to answer that. You eeeeEEEEeeeeval. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I c&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n tell you is that, doesn't matter which day was better, I really enjoyed myself during both events. And both for completely different reasons. Genting, I got to see what a dancesport competition was really like, and I got to learn so much ... (ehemehem and the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ending&lt;/span&gt;wasfreakinawesome). Archie showcase was a blast, it was my first ever .. I can't say concert cos it wasn't. Okay okay. It was my first time watching one of my favourite favourite favouritest (I dont know if thats a word) artistes, with two other Archie maniacs. And that was a blast too. Singing along, screaming, just .. being in the audience watching him have fun on stage .. makes me want to get on stage and sing at the top of my lungs :) HAHA if I do, I think my fingers would be enough to count the amount of people in he audience. I might not even need my fingers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Megan, I'll be evil back :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;POI declined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still love you :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-5270605879810519893?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5270605879810519893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=5270605879810519893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/5270605879810519893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/5270605879810519893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/04/daddy-and-our-neighbour-megans-evilness.html' title=':) Daddy and our Neighbour + Megan&apos;s Evilness'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-5397964407475158977</id><published>2009-04-14T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T05:14:59.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Archie-mazing Saturday</title><content type='html'>11.4.09 would have to be one of the best days everr.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 7.40am, or somewhere around there. Found myself singing along to David's album CD in my radio player. Couldn't get enough of the songs, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elsheba got to my house at around 10am. Lat reached like, half an hour later, I think. We sat at the living room, just talking and letting our Archie-swooned minds over imagine possible possibilities that might happen before/during/after the showcase. That was pretty fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thought we'd want to get him something. So we googled his favourite color, and the results came up as - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;. So we decided to give him a pair of Sri Aman socks (since our school color is purple and yellow), and inside the socks we'd put a bunch of markers, hopefully they'd be useful during his autograph sessions in the future.  :)  LOL My socks were either not washed, not dried, or the purple and yellow color on the sock weren't distinct enough. So we had to get a pair from Hidayah :) Thaaaankk yooouss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3 of us planned to get to the Amphitheatre at around 12pm. The showcase starts at 3pm but we wanted front row seats :) Went to Sunway to buy the markers for David, and bought Subway for lunch (which reminds me, I owe $$ to both Lat and Elsheba, for the markers and Subway). We took a cab from Sunway Pyramid to the Amphitheatre. I think it was like two blocks from the elephant walk entrance, we saw a long row of people walking towards the Amphitheatre. :) So, as if we were in the Amazing Race we told the taxi driver to 'Cepat cepat'. And he laughed at us :) I think he knew why was it we wanted to get to the Amphitheatre so badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in our heads, we were most probably the earliest bunch on people there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy were we wrong. We were soooo wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got there, the line was so long, the sight of the long line really crushed me ): We were so sure we were one of the earliest. Seems some people came as early as 8am. Urgh I should've slept over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We waited under the hot sun, frustrated. Sweating and at the same time trying to get David's gift ready. At home, we thought since we might be getting front row seats, maybe we could throw the sock onto the stage from the audience :) Since meeting him personally would be ... unlikely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for front row seats and throwing the sock. But Natalie Hew had meet and greet passes, so she handed the gift to David for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The line started moving somewhat 2 hours after we got into the line. People were running to the Amphitheatre, only to be halted or whistled at by the security people. My shoes really hurt so I took them off and ran :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got pretty good seats. Any lower I think our necks would've ached after the showcase. Any higher and all we'd see is a little figure of David walking up and down the stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We waited for what seemed like forever. I saw many friends there :) Nasha, Chong, Michelle Lim, Jasmine, Krystle, Cheryl, Deanna, Mag Lim, Alyssa, Joyce, Dawn, Yasmin, Jun Ming, Nadira and her sisters ... yeah. Took pictures with some of them, others I couldn't spot in the massive audience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After what seemed like forever squared, they started with the opening acts. 3 artists. 6 songs. I think the opening acts took up about an hour? And after the opening acts (Hou Ren, Alif Satar and Danell Lee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JJ and Ean : Do you know who comes out next?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audience : DDDDDAAAAVVIIIDD!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JJ and Ean : David Archuleta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he runs onstage in the most cutest outfit combination ever :) And from then onward, me, Lat and Elsheba concluded that, Archuleta is no longer cutie-Archie, he's genuine hot hot hot, now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately he sang A Little Too Not Over You. Everytime he sings the chorus, "Not over youuuuu" He'd point into the audience and girls would go wild. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, I couldn't explain how awesome his performance was. He had so much energy on stage. He definitely sounds so much better live than he does on the record. Not saying he doesn't sound awesome on the record. He most certainly does. But his presence when you watch him live makes a difference. Its just so ... BAM. He also sang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Touch My Hand &lt;/span&gt;(My personal fave. I LOVE this song)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, Don't Let Go and Crush&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't believe I was actually watching David Archuleta on stage. It felt so surreal and when he said, "Terima Kasiih!" and ran off stage, Lat, Baba and I, as well as many many many others out there in the audience screamed, "NO!!!!". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he came out again :) Played &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angels&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah. After that it was over. It. Was. Over. The showcase felt as short as me reading the last paragraph ): I really hope David would come back to Malaysia and hold a REAL concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time, Lat, Elsheba, we don't stake out the entrance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We camp out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, 2009 has been one of the greatest years so far :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-5397964407475158977?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5397964407475158977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=5397964407475158977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/5397964407475158977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/5397964407475158977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/04/archie-mazing-saturday.html' title='Archie-mazing Saturday'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-4652608971256724951</id><published>2009-04-11T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T03:48:32.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Let the Music Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't Let the music Stop&lt;/div&gt;Until I reach your haaaand ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos' If I do it'll all be over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll never get the chance agaiiiin ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Touch My Hand, David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I just got home from David Archuleta's showcase and it was ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Supercalafragilisticexpialidocious-archie-listic-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Updats later. I need a shower - and quickly, before I catch a cold. Had to stand in the rain, waiting for my dad to pick Lat and myself after the showcase. But you know what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was all freakin&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;worth it&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/7848888517002088738-4652608971256724951?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4652608971256724951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=4652608971256724951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4652608971256724951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4652608971256724951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/04/cant-let-music-stop.html' title='Can&apos;t Let the Music Stop'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-937403228998252493</id><published>2009-04-08T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T06:28:38.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HE'S HERE HE'S HERE HE'S HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>:D Inka was at KLIA when David arrived.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inka, thank you soooooo much for putting up with my calling every 5 minutes to check if David's arrived. And ohhhhhmygod when he did ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He clenched the phone in my hand, almost screaming. I heard the fans on the other line scream his name, cheer, ask for autographs and photos. Ohhhmygosh :) And they started singing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crush &lt;/span&gt;together. That is so adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bodyguards had to bring David back into the ... departure thingy because there were too many people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all of a sudden I hear, on the other line, people cheering and screaming. When I asked Inka what was going on, ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"He's waving."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAHAHHA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : Is he smiling? Is he smiling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inka&lt;/span&gt; : Yes omigosh he won't stop smiling! He's always smiling! He's so cute! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well I dunno if she smiled but I could hear it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;): OHHHH GOSH I wish I was there. But never the mind :) The chance to see him as close as an audience gets to the stage, is already one of the awesome-est things ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-937403228998252493?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/937403228998252493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=937403228998252493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/937403228998252493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/937403228998252493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/04/hes-here-hes-here-hes-here.html' title='HE&apos;S HERE HE&apos;S HERE HE&apos;S HERE!!!'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-9055145036446961935</id><published>2009-04-08T01:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:01:03.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOHHOOO :D One thing checked off the never-ending list.</title><content type='html'>So today I participated in the PRS Minggu Kerjaya thing we've been preparing for since last week. The career of our choice was the career of an Architect. It was fun. I've never considered looking into architecture as a possible future career for me (and I still dont, actually), but all the research and the stuff I read about famous architects, it's pretty interesting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty surprised the bulletin thing I was in charge of turned out okay. Yes, I admit it I started at the last minute and that was my fault, and completely irresponsible. But I got it done. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 2am ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I got it done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upcoming events (or events that require preparing waaayy before hand):-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;HELP debate practices (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9-13th April&lt;/span&gt;). This is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; event I'm especially nervous about. We're getting together for almost every last two periods on schooling days. I think we might meet up during the weekend. I spend so much time on the internet reading stuff, I think my homework pile (uhh, some delayed since March) is getting so jealous it might run away (well wouldn't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; make me the happiest person ever? :P )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Debate practice on Friday (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10th April&lt;/span&gt;) after school. I made this a different sub point becaaaauuse, well this is like THE practice before we go to HELP. (haha it sounds funny when you say it like that .... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go to HELP&lt;/span&gt; ... haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parrttaaayyy on Friday (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10th April&lt;/span&gt;). :) I've no clue what I'm wearing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DAVID ARCHULETA with Latatatatat on Saturday (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11th April&lt;/span&gt;). (I guess the whole 'this-will-be-the-last-post-until-after-the-showcase' thing isn't working out.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parrrttaaayyy - again. On Saturday (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11th April&lt;/span&gt;). And again, I don't know what I'll be wearing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HELP debate (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14th April&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sri Aman Sports Day (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16th April&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disney Movie Marathon (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18th April&lt;/span&gt;). Guys is it okay if we make it like .. 7pm ? The next point explains why.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DTB2 Watch-the-Musical thing :) :) :) WHEEEEE get to see the people agaaaiin. WHEEEE. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18th April&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Latifah's bday celebration :D :D a.k.a. PAAAARRRRTTAAAYYYY - again again. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25th April&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ballroom Comp @ Pinang (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1-3rd May&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Craaayyyzzzaayy practice for ballroom comp (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12,18,19,25,26th April&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ehem ehem :D :D (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th May&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mid Year exams (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11th-22nd May&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PRS camp, probably :D :D In MAAYY TOO. After Mid Year exams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And starting NOW till somewhere in the beginning of the month &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;, I'll be preparing for the PRS gathering. We have a really cool theme. I'm in charge of the activities, team sorting, aaaand prizes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.eduverse.org/images/busy_person.jpg" height="300" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, I don't mind doing all these stuff cos I actually like doing it. It's different when you're loaded with things you love and things you say 'urrgh' to. You feeeeeeel me? Yeah Maryam and Fatin sorta influenced me into 'the zone' today with their whole mafia imitations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. How's your April lookin'? &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/7848888517002088738-9055145036446961935?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/9055145036446961935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=9055145036446961935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/9055145036446961935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/9055145036446961935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/04/wooohhooo-d-one-thing-checked-off-never.html' title='WOOOHHOOO :D One thing checked off the never-ending list.'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-2494373503706053007</id><published>2009-04-07T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:42:38.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UUURURRGHHG</title><content type='html'>Oh come oooo&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;n get this done and over with ):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is really bugging me. I hate the fact that there ARE points, I just can't translate it into BM. I've been going at it for almost four hours, and it's seriously seriously picking at my last nerve ): And I'm not CLOSE to done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darn my lame-ness in BM. Daarrn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-2494373503706053007?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2494373503706053007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=2494373503706053007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2494373503706053007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2494373503706053007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/04/uuururrghhg.html' title='UUURURRGHHG'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-7712647486247381194</id><published>2009-04-06T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:41:42.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Breath</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for May. But at the same time I don't want April to go :) April '09 has to be one of the best months so far. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. I'm still working on the debate. Mind boggling. But fun :) We're definitely gonna give the debate our best shot. The PRS minggu kerjaya thing is almost over. This Wednesday to be exact. The whole papier mache globe thing was fun and all, today Maryam, Fatin and myself drew and painted the globe. But the bulletin thing I'm in charge of is such a burden. Just because my printer is being weird and I'll have to print out the pictures at a shop. And I have only tomorrow to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I'm pretty excited for the Minggu Kerjaya thing :) Experience. But we might be missing our class photo session ): Booo. I missed last years class photo session, the fact that I'll be missing in this years class photo really bugs me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ballroom practice is getting intense every single class. 2 weeks left before the comp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.achristianhome.org/blog2007/040107zits.jpg" height="225" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-7712647486247381194?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7712647486247381194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=7712647486247381194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/7712647486247381194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/7712647486247381194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-breath.html' title='Take a Breath'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-8662637302569258142</id><published>2009-04-03T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:13:52.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooo</title><content type='html'>The weekend's FINALLY here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) Means Ballroom class is merely hours away, HELP debate workshop in about ... let's see, 9 hours? And 2 days for me to complete whatever school assignments I've yet to complete. Whoopeee bring it on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) It ALSO means. The next time I'm gonna say, "Its the weekend!", it's gonna be the same week I'll be watching David Archuleta live with Latifah Azlan :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah okay, you guys are probably sick of me bringing up the whole DA thing. :) I promise this will be the last post ( until AFTER the showcase ) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working on the PRS project thing at Fatin's was fun :) We made a papier mache globe and it was sticky-awesome-ness. Painted egg cartons blood red aaaaaaaaaaand laughed and talked on Fatin's toilet floor :D. Okay fine, we were in the toilet only because we didn't want to mess up Fatin's bedroom floor with PVA glue and newspaper strips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S : My mistake :) Latifah's birthday sweetness isn't over till 25th of April. :D  You have the whole of April, Lat :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-8662637302569258142?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8662637302569258142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=8662637302569258142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8662637302569258142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8662637302569258142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/04/wooo.html' title='Wooo'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-3543536509769218112</id><published>2009-04-02T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T05:15:13.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I don't mind looking like a goofball.</title><content type='html'>For the whoooolleee day I was waiting for this evening :) Just so I could get my hands on the passes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) And now they're in my hands. A little flimsy. But his genuine smile smiling brightly up at me :) multiply the image by four. I have four of them (other 3 for friends).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Latifah&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:) We're going to Archuleta. Last year, Starworld was the closest we get to Archie :) Now we'll be watching him live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;33333 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/S : So your birthday sorta isn't over until the 11th of April O.o&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/7848888517002088738-3543536509769218112?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3543536509769218112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=3543536509769218112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3543536509769218112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3543536509769218112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-dont-mind-looking-like-goofball.html' title='When I don&apos;t mind looking like a goofball.'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-3270662762042984096</id><published>2009-03-30T03:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T03:15:45.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign. Sealed. Delivered. and Hoping</title><content type='html'>So I just finished tuition. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom has sent mine and Lat's entries for the Archuleta showcase tickets giveaway contest hosted by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Star&lt;/span&gt; newspaper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right before tuition, I checked both our entries. Just to be sure we've submitted everything, and that contact details are correct. I sealed it, my insides doing somersaults, hoping so hard either of us, if not both of us, wins. I put a lucky star in both envelopes :D School girl superstition. Just for luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Held the envelopes in my hands, looked up and wished as hard as my mind let me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) And off it went to the post office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, heartbreak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;): It seems you have to be registered to AAM by 12pm on the 29th of March to be eligible for the Meet&amp;amp;Greet passes contest. I'm seriously, seriously bummed out about that right now. I was so so psyched about that particular contest. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 lucky winners&lt;/span&gt; will get to meet, and greet David Archuleta. ): Even if I didn't win, at least the comfort of 'I tried' would've been enough. A chance. ): I missed that chance by an inchhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. I'm still gonna send in my entry. Not gonna help anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it'll comfort me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I can do is hope.&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/7848888517002088738-3270662762042984096?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3270662762042984096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=3270662762042984096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3270662762042984096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3270662762042984096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/sign-sealed-delivered-and-hoping.html' title='Sign. Sealed. Delivered. and Hoping'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-5441931182848213246</id><published>2009-03-27T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:41:47.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothpick .. or something</title><content type='html'>On our way back from Penang ... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had lunch and I my sister had a small piece of chicken (i think it was chicken) stuck in between her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jean (little sister)&lt;/span&gt; : Daddy? Can I have your toothpick floss thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; : *driving* uhh, it's all the way in the back, Jean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt; : Oh okay. Then can I have a toothpick ... or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad rummages through the compartment next to him and takes out a matchbox, tosses it to my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt; : ... ? Daddy! Toooootthpick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; : You said 'or something'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Later on during the ride in the middle of no where between KL and Penang ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt; : Daddy? Can I have water? ( i think she asked for water, maybe it was something else)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae &amp;amp; Sean&lt;/span&gt; : ... or something  *laughs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Choose your words wisely, people. :)&lt;/span&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/7848888517002088738-5441931182848213246?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5441931182848213246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=5441931182848213246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/5441931182848213246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/5441931182848213246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/toothpick-or-something.html' title='Toothpick .. or something'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-4583563785104596536</id><published>2009-03-27T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T06:38:03.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Archuleta Awesome-ness</title><content type='html'>And all of a sudden April's all packed up and about to burst with to-do lists, happenings, and ... to-do lists. OH and lets not kid ourselves, homework is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely &lt;/span&gt;gonna seal April with a big red bow. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, highlight of April is, (other than someone's special day on the 1st) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;DAVID ARCHULETA IN KL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying heavy-weight-darn-hard to get showcase tickets. And no, you can't purchase them, you'll have to win them -.- urgghh, that makes it frustrating. and it hurts. and it burns a hole in your wallet sms-ing so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, let's keep a positive mind, shall we? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll be super-dee-duper awesome if I could wriggle myself into getting passes to the autograph session, interview session AND the showcase altogether. But thats just asking for too much. Keep a sane mind, Mae. :) Stick with the showcase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2008/03/10/images/archuletalg.jpg" height="235" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-4583563785104596536?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4583563785104596536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=4583563785104596536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4583563785104596536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4583563785104596536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/archuleta-awesome-ness.html' title='Archuleta Awesome-ness'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-1443390467195611271</id><published>2009-03-23T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T04:47:21.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New World</title><content type='html'>:D :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've nothing better to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again Evil Mount Everest shoots me deadly pierces for procrastinating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buuut ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Whole New World&lt;/span&gt; on youtube. And the results gave me videos with different languages :D So, to burn my extra 10 minutes before dinner, I watched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Whole New World&lt;/span&gt; in Japanese, German and French :) The Japanese singing-voice for Aladdin sounded quite like the English singer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH OH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My all time. all time. ALL TIME favourite song .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feelings by Albert Morris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I like the rendition done by Nina Simone (sp?) and Shirley Bassey (sp?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-1443390467195611271?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1443390467195611271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=1443390467195611271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/1443390467195611271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/1443390467195611271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/whole-new-world.html' title='A Whole New World'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-8000488070008522779</id><published>2009-03-17T04:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T04:09:18.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonny With A Chance</title><content type='html'>Officially added onto my list of favourite tv shows. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not Waverly Place, but it's still quite funny. Demi Lovato is awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I couldn't go to Lat's place for the LOST marathon. Mummy had plans at Bangsar and the timing wasn't right. This has to be ... what, the fifth time I cancel on LOST? ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Iman Judin, You have GOT to watch Sonny With A Chance on youtube. So far I've tracked down seven episodes (all in parts, but full episodes). And they're all hilarious. The 'Check It Out Girls' were in the episode, "Cheater Girls". Their lines are funny :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-8000488070008522779?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8000488070008522779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=8000488070008522779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8000488070008522779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8000488070008522779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/sonny-with-chance.html' title='Sonny With A Chance'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-4555309764245031579</id><published>2009-03-15T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:05:20.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lat's  tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I Want For My Birthday List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;List 10 things that you want for your birthday, doesn't matter whether the things that you want is possible or impossible to get. tag 10 people to do this afterward. have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt; album(s) - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All We Know Is Falling - Riot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ballroom&lt;/span&gt; shoes. Both types. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;'s album(s) - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Sing. We Dance. We Steal Things. - Waiting For My Rocket to Come - Mr. A-Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. To be a guest in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;/span&gt; :D :D Their set looks like so much fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The novel, '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Landlady&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; by Roald Dahl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Flight tickets &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;around the world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. A pretty &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charm bracelet&lt;/span&gt; :) (I've always wanted one of those)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. To live a life of a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;isney princess&lt;/span&gt;, at least for a day :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. To have the comfort of knowing everyone I love will be here forever and ever and freaking&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;. I think I might have a fear of losing people ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kreshenka, Siti, Alesia, Qissie, Anis, Lydiya, Trisher, Ch'ng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-4555309764245031579?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4555309764245031579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=4555309764245031579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4555309764245031579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4555309764245031579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/lats-tag.html' title='Lat&apos;s  tag'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-8286451564535664588</id><published>2009-03-15T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:52:53.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HoliBusyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ballroom - 2pm till 4pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mandarin tuition - 5pm till 7.30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show Practice - 8pm - 9.30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) LOST marathon - cant wait for this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add Maths tuition - 7.45pm till 9.45pm (might switch this to Thursday.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ballroom - 1pm till 3pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piano - 5.30pm till 6.30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ballroom - 1pm till 3pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add Maths tuition - 7.45pm till 9.45pm (Maybe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ballroom - 1pm till 3pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics tuition - 5pm till 7.15pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accompany Jean to ballet - 8.30pm till 9.30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in between that schedule, I'll have to squeeze in Mount Everest! (homework). Yay to the power of two!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then its back to school on Monday. Yay multiplied by zero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-8286451564535664588?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8286451564535664588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=8286451564535664588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8286451564535664588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8286451564535664588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/holi-busyday.html' title='&lt;s&gt;Holi&lt;/s&gt;Busyday'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-3560603853149601033</id><published>2009-03-15T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T03:18:54.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miller's tag</title><content type='html'>There nothing to do :) (uhh, other than that huge pile of homework waiting for me upstairs)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What have you been doing recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving about. alot. and Dancing. almost as much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Do you ever turn your cellphone off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. But I usually wait for the battery to die out before I recharge it. Does that count?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What happened at 10.00am today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was still sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. When did you last cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahah. Yesterday, I was on the verge of crying. lol thinking about, yeah pretty silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe a little too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What do you want in your life right not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music. Heels. a floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah but what if I'm not wearing a hood? . I wouldn't be one with an umbrella anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What's your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uh. a mattress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yoga pants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. What's the nicest text in your inbox says?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never been in one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taken&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; last night before bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um. My collection of lucky stars? I dunno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What does the oldest message in your inbox says?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Could Drive a Person Crazy&lt;/span&gt; (I think its from the production 'Company', but I know fo' sure it's in Mr. Producer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Do you have any nicknames?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inka calls me Mae-Umz sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What does your last recieved message say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Who gives you best advice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My intuition &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont like whipped cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Who did you talk on the phone last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alfin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Is anyone bugging you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. What/Who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My crocodile toy. You're supposed to push down it's many teeth one by one, and one of them, if you're unlucky, with cause the mouth of the croc to shut closed :) your finger will hurt. But its hilarious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. But I'd like a pair :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alfin, i think. Or maybe it was my mom. Cant remember which one came last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Who annoys you the most in person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the brother. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Do you have any crush on anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. And no, siti, 'dancing crush' doesn't count. he's like .. um .. not a CRUSH crush, you know? :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heck no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. What is the color of your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The walls are a pastel yellow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. I wouldn't have the guts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying of :'talk is cheap'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Who was the last person to lie in your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from my sister and i? Siti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Have you ever thought someone died when they really didn't die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its rad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to always smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the better, I hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fly Me to the Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. Are you talking to someone when you're doing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes opened or closed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would walk with both eyes closed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not 'a'. Many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. Do you have someone you cannot have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh. No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ave you ever played an instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes the piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. What was the worst idea you've had in this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not going for ICC. I know I wouldn't regretted, badly, if I didn't go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. What were you doing last night at 11pm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drop my dad off at KL Central.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. Single and loving it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. What song best described your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um. Single Ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. Does the person knows that you like him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No person &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. Who always make you laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan Stile and Collin (his last name escapes me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;56. Do you speak other language other than english?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. try Jibberish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;57. Favourite website(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;59. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ballroom. And then tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60. Who do you think  you are like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tell me.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;61. Who will you choose to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; die with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll let Him choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. Where have you been today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch. And then Ballroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. What game do you play often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guitar Hero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;64. Who are you missing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QAASI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;65. If you have to choose between friend and love, who will you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;66. What are you doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your survey lah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;67. Which primary school are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SJK(C) Puay Chair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;68. Name 3 colors you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Green. Sky Blue ... ... i like all colors, really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69. What emoticon you like to show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70. What is your life to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preeeccious. So is everyone's out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;71. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O.o it really depends on the trouble, does it not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Who did you last chat on msn today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't on msn today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;73. Who do you admire most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how to answer this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont admire the person, I admire the gesture. So I guess there are quite a few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Which month are you born in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neutral?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;76. Whats the time now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.04pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's amazing. I think she's one of the few peace signs of our age group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;78. What color did you use to dye hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't/don't dye my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;79. Why are you doing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because Miller tagged me. Its only polite :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80. What do you do when you're moody?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be silent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;81. At which age you wish to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emm .. 27? 30? Somewhere there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82. Who is more important to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What kind of a question is that? :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. If today is the last day of your life, what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell everyone I love them. No, seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;84. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family. And a handful of friends I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing rainbow after a rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. Definitely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I have 3? I'm cracking my head deciding between these 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Professional Ballroom dancer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. To be a disney princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. World peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;87. What is your foal for this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be the best I can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;88. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;70%-30%. seventy percent yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;89. What feeling do you love the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bliss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90. Do you really think its global warming now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. And I think it's gonna get worse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What feeling do you have most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;self doubt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;/span&gt;9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I'd like to think so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. Do you believe in God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Who cares for you most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being true to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;96. What will you being when you fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A referee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;97. What have you done that you regret doing in your whole life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Losing my kindie bestie. Silly child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;98. What would you feel if no one longer cares for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lost, maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;99. What if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100. How do you feel now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want 1pm tomorrow to come now.&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/7848888517002088738-3560603853149601033?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3560603853149601033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=3560603853149601033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3560603853149601033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3560603853149601033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/millers-tag.html' title='Miller&apos;s tag'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-2365288094268301984</id><published>2009-03-13T04:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T04:49:24.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAH</title><content type='html'>breather.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) I hope tomorrow's gonna be the mark of a fabulous holiday. Tomorrow, I'll be zooming from Ballroom class to ICC. I'll be missing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot 'N' Cool&lt;/span&gt;'s  performance, but I know they'll rock it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;King Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mei Fong &amp;amp; Co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot 'n' Cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lets see you bring it tomorrow :) GOOD LUCK, YOU GUYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-2365288094268301984?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2365288094268301984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=2365288094268301984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2365288094268301984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2365288094268301984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/hah.html' title='HAH'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-6206642894574379323</id><published>2009-03-09T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T06:41:52.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUESS WHAATATTATATTA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After a month and a half of absence ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;MY PEBBLE HAS RETUUUURRNEED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;YEASSH! :D My brother found my phone under one of the sofa cushions. :D :D :D :D I shrieked when he said, "Mae! Your phone!". AHHHHH!! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lol. When I couldn't find my phone. I left soo many voice mails pleading for it to come back to me. It was sorta creepy listening to my own voice on voice mail .. on my phone O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But yeah. :D So its back to the old 019 number. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-6206642894574379323?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6206642894574379323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=6206642894574379323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6206642894574379323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6206642894574379323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-whaatattatatta.html' title='GUESS WHAATATTATATTA!!'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-2090856990232274978</id><published>2009-03-09T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T05:21:08.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miller, for you :D</title><content type='html'>Watch what Franco does at 1.35 :D lol. genius. The commentators said something like this, "See what he gets up with ... thats something only Formica would do, he's got a bit of genius in him."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RhW8tTjae0k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RhW8tTjae0k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&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/7848888517002088738-2090856990232274978?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2090856990232274978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=2090856990232274978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2090856990232274978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2090856990232274978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/miller-for-you-d.html' title='Miller, for you :D'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-8319548542230962785</id><published>2009-03-09T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:40:54.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut me open</title><content type='html'>And I'll keep bleeding rainbows, joy and more joy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ballroom class on Saturday was good :) It really helped with emo-ness due to the sudden change in schedules (no more long hour rehearsals fill my weekend). Honestly, I think people at WDA see me as a quite person, who smiles only when people look at her direction. nyeeh. I wish I were more open when it comes to meeting new people. Guess I'll have to work on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to know Sophia, who goes to WDA but attends the 3.30pm class. :) She's really nice. And she's a Malay Chinese Muslim too :D :D soo yeah, she, too, goes through the whole. teachers missing you out when it comes to Agama tests, people question when you go to the surau (well, atleast for the first few times), people assuming you're Chinese (or whatever race they mistaken us for). It was a good laugh talking to her about these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After class Sean went to Bangsar. I had to wait with Jean till her class was over. :) Went to Warung Bellys with Sophia, Alex, Maybelle, Edmund, Johnston, Wei Chee, Su Mei and Belman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday's ballroom practice was a lot of fun. They turned off the lights, blasted ballroom music and we'd just dance :D a lot of fun. And I got to watch Belman, our ballroom latin instructor, REALLY dance. As in with a partner. :) woowww he's really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sean didn't come for the sunday practice. So I was left with no partner. lol so was Maybelle and Su Mei. But occasionally Maybelle would dance with Kenneth or her brother, Edmund. And Su Mei would dance with Alex. So yeah. Then Su Mei, Alex and Wei Chee asked if I'd like to practice with them. How nice of them :) I salute Wei Chee for being familiar with both the lady and the men's steps. I'd get too confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night I went for the party. :) In my new dress mummy bought. I thought it was a little too short for me, so I wore black leggings with it. I really liked the put-together. But in the end changed into a different dress just before we left for the party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The party was fun :) Seriously. And the birthday girl looked hot hot HOT with her new hair do. Happy Birthday, Natashyia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-8319548542230962785?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8319548542230962785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=8319548542230962785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8319548542230962785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8319548542230962785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/cut-me-open.html' title='Cut me open'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-3227312881334795378</id><published>2009-03-07T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T07:02:05.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They're beautiful.</title><content type='html'> I know you guys (hah who am i kidding. as if there even is a 'you guys' reading this blog) are probably tired of this. But here's another ballroom dancing tribute &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yulia and Riccardo is the best thing thats happening on the ballroom dance floors. seriously. they can go from completely, utterly, supeeeerrrbly cheeky ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aby4w-8gzzk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aby4w-8gzzk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;To fantasy-like beautiful. I was speechless when I watched this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C1iTkaLZnT4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C1iTkaLZnT4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;They interpret their dances so beautifully. They can portray sooo well. From Yulia's snobby character, to that spanish fantasy thing. It was soo beautiful, so full of love. It's like their characters couldn't be together as lovers or something like that. I loove them. I love love love them.&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/7848888517002088738-3227312881334795378?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3227312881334795378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=3227312881334795378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3227312881334795378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3227312881334795378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-you-guys-hah-who-am-i-kidding.html' title='They&apos;re beautiful.'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-3420511243484180704</id><published>2009-03-06T16:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:52:54.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up Everyone</title><content type='html'>It's 8.32am on a Saturday morning. Yeah, believe it, human beings of earth, Mae woke up before 11am.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't blog about the DTB2 cast party ): Buutttt, need I say more when I could just say ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be missing the DTB family. Well at least until next time, I guess. Malaysia isn't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; big. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I WISH I WENT FOR JASON MRAZ'S CONCERT. ): ): ): People say he's soooo much better live than on his album. Like what Qis said, "his albums don't do him justice". Which, in my opinion is toootttaly true, cos watching his concerts on Youtube, *swoon* you not only could swim in his voice, you could dive into the pool of crisp, clear vocal skillz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well. Next time. Hopefully next time will come soon. VERY soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:) Random moments in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : Jason Mraz's body looks like he could give awesome hugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lydiya &lt;/span&gt;: Ohmygod did you hear what she said?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trishi+Melissa&lt;/span&gt; : Huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lydiya&lt;/span&gt; : She said Jason Mraz's body can give out a lot of colors. *looking smug, proving what a silly billy Mae can be sometimes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trishi+Mel+Miller+Toof+Ema&lt;/span&gt; : HAHAHHAHAHAHA! *laughing @ me*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : HAHAHHA! Nooooo thats not what I said! I said Jason Mraz's body looks like he can give awesome hugs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Trishi+Mel+Miller+Toof+Ema : &lt;/span&gt;HAHHAHAHHAHA! *even l&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;der @ Lydiya*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lydiya&lt;/span&gt; : Well thats what I heeeaaaaard! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trishi&lt;/span&gt; : Yeah. That even sounds like something Mae would say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lydiya&lt;/span&gt; : Yeah, you see??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ugh my weekends feel so weird without 11am-7.30pm rehearsals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-3420511243484180704?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3420511243484180704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=3420511243484180704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3420511243484180704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3420511243484180704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/wake-up-everyone.html' title='Wake Up Everyone'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-8212918968580638591</id><published>2009-03-02T23:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:06:41.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuliiaaaa!!!</title><content type='html'>): This. is. Amazing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VM0yG4neguY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VM0yG4neguY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&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/7848888517002088738-8212918968580638591?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8212918968580638591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=8212918968580638591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8212918968580638591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8212918968580638591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/yuliiaaaa.html' title='Yuliiaaaa!!!'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-68925624101382692</id><published>2009-03-02T03:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:00:22.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Idolized Latin Couple + Dancing + Genting = Happiest Girl that night :D</title><content type='html'>I have .. 3 latin dancing couples I .. umm .. idolize. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Franco Formica + Oxana Lebedew     &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Germany)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Riccardo Cocchi + Yulia Zagorouitchenko     &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(USA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Byran Watson + Carmen Vincelj       &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Germany)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for modern standard ballroom ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arunas Bizokas + Edita Danuite  (but I think Katusha Demidova is good too)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy and Daddy bought me tickets to watch the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malaysia's International Dance Competition 2009&lt;/span&gt; at Genting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooo! I found myself in the car, with The Family on our way up to Genting at around 7pm on the 27th of Feb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelvin told me Riccardo was coming. I was pretty excited about that. I was hoping for Franco, Bryan and Arunas to come as well. But that was just hoping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While they did the opening parade, where all the couples stand behind their country flag ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mummy &lt;/span&gt;: Mae look at that girls legs. The girl from Germany. My god they're like plastic! (the legs, not the girl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt;: Oh my goodness you're right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I looked at the girls face, she seemed so familiar. So I thought I'd look for her partner, maybe I'd recognize him. I almost screamed when I realized who they were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FRANCO FORMICA AND OXANA LEBEDEW !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.profitanzsport.de/Paarportrait/Images/formica_lebedew.jpg" height="275" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was soooo excited :D when I saw them. I couldn't stop cheering and cheering and cheering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Words wouldn't do justice to how AMAZING it was sitting there in the audience watching the couples on the dance floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And theeeen. I saw another couple during the semi-finals of the professional latin open, the female in a shiny silver dress ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RICCARDO COCCHI AND YULIA ZAGOROUITCHENKO !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dancesport.ru/images/all/news/img_1520.jpg" height="275" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH . And when I thought two, was at most, the number I'd get to see my favourite ballroom dancers in one night .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ARUNAS BIZOKAS AND KATUSHA DEMIDOVA !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.justdanceballroom.com/privatelessons/bazokas.jpg" height="250" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;competed in the Professional Open for Modern Standard Ballroom. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I took videos. I took many many pictures. SO many pictures. I loved watching the Professional Modern. They were sooo ... graceful. All the ladies looked like barbie dolls dancing on clouds, and the males looked like prince charming. NO, LIKE seriously. I fell in love with sooo many prince charmings' that night. ): Ultimate, hardest fall was on Arunas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As for latin. I couldn't stop moving! It was just too amazing. FRANCO FORMICA ruled the dance floor with his Samba. Your eyes would just glue onto formica. Oh and the way he teases the audience with his nyeeh-this-eaaasy look. Needless to say, Franco was the best male latin dancer that night. But Yulia stole the show :) I really really think she was superb. Words cant describe how she pawned the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When the competition ended, after the honor dancers by both couples, the audience got up to leave the Arena of Stars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mummy and I waited a bit cos of the people-traffic. We weren't in a rush to go anywhere anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While we were waiting just outside the doors of the arena, people started taking pictures with some couples. At that time, I soo wished, so hard that I could've had a picture with franco, riccardo and arunas. O.o that's like asking for a rainbow in a bottle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And as if he heard me, I turned around and there he was :D :D :D :D with Oxana tagging behind. So I heaved up the courage and asked if I could have a picture with them as they were walking towards us. I asked Oxana, ofcourse, I think my kneees would've stopped functioning if I asked Franco. I guess you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; get a rainbow in a bottle. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:D :D :D I got a picture with them. That alone made the night better than it was, and i really thought it couldn't have been any better. And th&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eeeee&lt;/span&gt;n..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mummy &lt;/span&gt;: Do you want to wait for Riccardo and Arunas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : *doing backflips inside* Yes please? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we waited. Waited for, I think 5 minutes and we decided to walk inside the arena and see if they were on their way out. We saw Arunas and Katusha, still being interviewed by the press. But Riccardo wasn't in sight, nor was Yulia. But mummy waited with me, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They started to close the doors of the Arena. Arunas and Katusha just finished their interviews and they went in to change. I started to conclude that maybe we missed Riccardo and Yulia. Mummy said wait a little bit more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So mummy and I talked about the competition. I wanted to go back to the hotel room cos we've been waiting for quite a while, and the genting people had closed all the doors. So I told mummy, let's go lah, but then I turned my head by a litte bit and a head of sleek, gel-ed and maybe hairspray-ed hair caught my eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Riccardo and Yulia came out from backstage and were making their way to where mummy and I stood. :O :O :O :O:O:O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and once again, I plucked up all the courage I had left after asking oxana for a picture, i asked Yulia if I could have a picture with her and riccardo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : erm, Yulia? May I have a picture with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yulia&lt;/span&gt;: *smile* Ye ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riccardo&lt;/span&gt; : *behind Yulia, struggling with his mini-trolley suitcase* If you can open the doors, then you may. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:) So I have a picture with Riccardo and Yulia, too. I didnt open the door. A lady did :) But I still got the picture :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That night, I couldn't sleep. Cos I was way too excited, and way too happy for sleep. :) Coming from a FrancoRiccardoOxanaYuliaArunasKatusha fan-girl, thank you, everyone who made the competition a steaaaming success. Cos they made my &lt;s&gt;day&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;week&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;month&lt;/s&gt; ... hmm, how do i put this , uh .. I was and still am, actually, swept off my feet. Cheesily, and simply put, I'm very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S:  I was sorta surprised when I stood next to Oxana, Riccardo and Yulia, cos they were around my height O.o they looked so tall on youtube. But yeah, Franco was about a head+little bit of shoulder taller than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And once again .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you :)&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/7848888517002088738-68925624101382692?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/68925624101382692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=68925624101382692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/68925624101382692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/68925624101382692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-idolized-latin-couple-dancing-genting.html' title='2 Idolized Latin Couple + Dancing + Genting = Happiest Girl that night :D'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-8657663865678232345</id><published>2009-03-02T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:41:13.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-best weekend ever.</title><content type='html'>And I think it'll take '2009' a whole lot 'a granola bars to top this weekend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supposed to post this up on the 27th of Friday. So lets just go back in time. This is mainly random stuff that has been going on in the past week :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Somewhat during class, a junior knocked on a door with a plastic bag full of what it looked like red paper :D. And she asked for permission from the teacher to see me. :D And guesss what?! Turns out ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;SITI AMIRAH&lt;/span&gt; gave me lollies :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was goofy-smiling, I think throughout the rest of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOL. I went to the PRS board, just to update myself with what's new. what's kickin'. what's in the hizzzz-oussse. And I was confused when I read the board cos there was a notice saying .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'meeting on 3rd March from 2.30pm to 3.30pm'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O.o and I was asking myself, why would Millie want a meeting on a (random) Tuesday. AND dun dun dun daaaaaan! I heard Millie's voice behind me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Millie &lt;/span&gt;: Mae? Are you KADJ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : (in my head) *OMG YES MILLIE! I can ask her about the random Tuesday meeting. Eh wait, what is this she's saying about KADJ?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : What? Am I from DJ? No. (I mis-heard her)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Millie &lt;/span&gt;: Then why are you checking the KADJ board?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : *okay now I really dont know what she's talking about.. I'm looking at the ... (looks up)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : OHHHH!!! AHAHHAHA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;THATS why I was so confused about the random Tuesday meeting. I was actually reading the KADJ board. When I checked the PRS board ... yeah, :) Meetings aren't .. uhh .. on random Tuesdays anymore. Back to 1.05pm - 2.30pm meetings :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sri Aman Idol was fun :) Singers were awesome. Noviah Chua won with her awesome performance of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because You Love Me - Celine Dion. &lt;/span&gt;And may I just add, that Siti totally pawns the hip hop world, and probably every other dance genre there is out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;In class. I told Lydiya and whoever else was listening about me finding a faced-up 2ocent coin (which, some people believes, brings good luck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lydiya &lt;/span&gt;: Sanuja believes in all these things. She even brought a dream catcher to prefect camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : Oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lydiya&lt;/span&gt; : Yeah. She's very susp ... susp ... suspicion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : *huh??* ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lydiya&lt;/span&gt; : Yeah. She's very suspicion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yazmin&lt;/span&gt; : .. Superstitious LAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lydiya&lt;/span&gt; : Oh ... yalah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : *went haha for about the next 15 minutes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now this was during recess. *Note : Latifah and Sanuja have the same springy hairstyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Latifah&lt;/span&gt; : Sanuja's hair is like ... weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : *looks at Lat's hair* HAHHAHAHAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Latifah&lt;/span&gt; : Shut up. ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOL. I FOUND OUT HOW ISAAC LOST HIS PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It seems, he was mimicking how the Baywatch cast does the slow run on the shore. So his phone was in his pocket, and a big wave was coming. It washed his phone away. HA! :D HAHAHAH! I couldn't stop laughing when he told me this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you think about what I'm about to type out, (and i really mean think about it, not just the surface speak of words "think about it", it's really very wonderful)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:large;"&gt;Dont Laugh at what you're about to read. :D please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To my future husband .. lol. Today in class, I was thinking about what my future-husband-person was doing right at that moment. I wondered what he was thinking about (if he even was thinking at the time), what he felt, if he knew that we'd meet one day :) And all of a sudden, I loved him :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I dont know who he is, how he looks like, how is he like .. but I love him :) I do I do I do. And it wasn't the excited jumpy crushy feeling. It was warm and fuzzy :D But like .. just a small short spark. I wonder if that's what real love feels like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So when my future husband asks me when did I start loving him, I say .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"When I was 15 going on 16. 27th February 2009 when I was chit-chatting with my classmates."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh please, Mae :D You're only 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I'm curious :D lol, even Lydiya felt it, kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-8657663865678232345?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8657663865678232345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=8657663865678232345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8657663865678232345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8657663865678232345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-this-is-my-best-weekend-up-to-date.html' title='Pre-best weekend ever.'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-3058913337802711114</id><published>2009-03-01T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:14:13.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO no no nono ):</title><content type='html'>This has been the BEST weekend so far .. in the year 2009. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad it's all coming to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:\ tests are coming up and I havent revised ANYTHING. no joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siti, sorry no update. blogger went crazy and the post was deleted. so I'll have to re-type everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-3058913337802711114?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3058913337802711114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=3058913337802711114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3058913337802711114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3058913337802711114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-no-no-nono.html' title='NO no no nono ):'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-8504926860515080853</id><published>2009-02-28T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:34:54.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:) The best cast party</title><content type='html'>I have sooo much to update about :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lydiya's mis-pronunciation in class :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I received lollies :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lol. PRS board&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How Isaac lost his phone O.o LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Latifah's comment on Sanuja's hairstyle ;P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our talk about future husbands, also in class :) I have wacky classmates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ICC :D ICC ICC excitement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sri Aman Idol (mainly Siti's pawness when she dances. boom boom.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MALAYSIA'S INTERNATIONAL DANCE COMPETITION :D I have loooaaads to blog about this sub topic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ballroom class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aaaaand ... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DTB season 2's cast party :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm wayy too tired. I have March tests next week, and frankly, I have yet to open my reference books. And even MORE the frankly-er, I'm not that worried, cos I'm having the best week and I'm not about the flush it down the drain worrying about exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay fine. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; a tweensy bit nervous about it. Buuuut whats a girl to do with a crazy weekend like this :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S:  I love you guys :) soo much.&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/7848888517002088738-8504926860515080853?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8504926860515080853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=8504926860515080853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8504926860515080853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8504926860515080853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-cast-party.html' title=':) The best cast party'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-5324834918390304464</id><published>2009-02-25T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:05:12.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hua Mulan</title><content type='html'>I was just watching Mulan on Disney ): And yes, it still gets to me. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; get goosebumps whenever I watch Mulan. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cartoondollemporium.com/disney/mulan7.jpg" height="175" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love how Mulans dad says in the end, "The greatest honor of all, is having you for a daughter."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:) Oh and the grandmother is cool too. And duhh, not forgetting our Captain Li Shang :D :D :D :D omg cheesy smille.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After Mulan I watched Wizards :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin&lt;/span&gt; : After dinner, you're gonna go upstairs, shower and change into your pajamas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Max &lt;/span&gt;: Yeah. But can I take a shower &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;my pajamas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin&lt;/span&gt; : If you take a shower in your pajamas, your pajamas are gonna get wet and if you get in bed, your bed will be wet. Everything will be all wet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Max&lt;/span&gt; : Yeah but if my pajamas is wet, and my bed is wet, and if everything is wet. Are they re&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;lly wet? Like, if you're in a swimming pool and everything is wet, you're not really wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin&lt;/span&gt; : ..... Yes. It is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh I love the lines they get in Wizards :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7848888517002088738-5324834918390304464?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5324834918390304464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=5324834918390304464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/5324834918390304464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/5324834918390304464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/02/hua-mulan.html' title='Hua Mulan'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-6385840100095420677</id><published>2009-02-24T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:13:40.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.o homework stampede</title><content type='html'>Back to school after 6 days. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I waited in line outside class (after the 6 days I've been absent from school, I sort of forgotten about the whole wait-outside-class-for-your-teacher thing), I felt like I still wasn't in the mood for school. But darling classmates of 4SC made half of the day much better. The other half was debate and getting to see my close friends again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have soooo much to catch up on. ALOT of reasoning out with the teachers, deadlines I've already missed, Oral tests, homework homework and more homework, notes, and especially LESSONS I've missed throughout the week. :) Hopefully I'll catch up sooner than later. OH and not forgetting our March tests are next week and I haven't done any studying. dang it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having second thoughts about the whole pure-science class thing. I love the subjects we learn, they're interesting, but its the workload that gets to me. And sometimes I wonder if I even am going to be pursuing a career in the doctoring / engineering field.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'll do better in the business world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about a lawyer? lol. umm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reaally need to roughly figure out what I want pursue after secondary school. Oh and I just decided, I'm staying in pure-science. Learn what I can now, and later I'll decide where I'll head to. &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/7848888517002088738-6385840100095420677?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6385840100095420677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=6385840100095420677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6385840100095420677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6385840100095420677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/02/oo-homework-stampede.html' title='O.o homework stampede'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-975210027574666612</id><published>2009-02-23T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:58:28.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*lights out*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Sweet Sweet Very Very Sweet Sixteenth Birthday to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;QISTINA SIREGAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Qissie Qissie I love you :) Have a good one, okay? I'll see you this Saturday with arms wide WIDE open :)&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/7848888517002088738-975210027574666612?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/975210027574666612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=975210027574666612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/975210027574666612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/975210027574666612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/02/lights-out.html' title='*lights out*'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-3726715289756282534</id><published>2009-02-22T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:29:15.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SaHrhXxHs1I/AAAAAAAAABo/pf2BKhpwh0c/s1600-h/DSC05779.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/_NGFkB5AI-po/SaHrhXxHs1I/AAAAAAAAABo/pf2BKhpwh0c/s320/DSC05779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305780794567406418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesome people that has made my past week :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last day of DTB was the best :) A couple of hours before show time, the sound crew played songs from mamma mia to modern songs to those funky songs like the chicken dance song thingy. Dancing on stage with everyone was a blast :) Inka, Siti, Alesia, Amelia, Surayyn, Aila, Deanna, Alyssa, Alan, Alfin, Alfred, Kelvin ... we were on stage goofing around :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere in the midst of us goofing on stage, the boys had the sound crew put on th&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ei&lt;/span&gt;r music and they started doing th&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ei&lt;/span&gt;r dancing :) 'Twas fun watching them, and then mimicking them :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 2 hours spent on stage somewhat felt like minutes. Soon after, Xavier (stage manager) was walking around backstage going, "5 minutes to show time!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last performance for Welcome to the 60's didn't go too well. My mic wasn't on so the first half of the song was .. umm .. voice-less. LOL. But again, thanks to those who comforted me backstage. QAASIM, Krystle, AMELIA, Alan (who went through the same thing on the first night), Brian, and the guy that changed my mic during intermission. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the show, after the curtain call, I looked up, looking for 4 familiar faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw 4 people :) Yes I did. And one of those four was holing an orange piece of manila card and in my heart I said, "Ohmygod they didn't."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes they did :) Megan, Trisher, Trishi and Nasha made a "Go Mae!" sign on orange manila card. LOL. But again, thank you guys sooo soo soooo much for coming. It was the big shiny sticker on my 'last DTB day'. But then ofcourse, them being them, had to remind me of the Mount-Everest amount of homework I have waiting for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bunch of us went to KLCC for dinner and some Kinokuniya-ing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was fun. :) very fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll see you guys at the cast party (except for Alfred who'll be in Hong Kong ruling the latin dance floor. Good luck to you and Carmen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-3726715289756282534?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3726715289756282534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=3726715289756282534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3726715289756282534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3726715289756282534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/02/dedicated-to.html' title='Dedicated to'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SaHrhXxHs1I/AAAAAAAAABo/pf2BKhpwh0c/s72-c/DSC05779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-6826414043777962806</id><published>2009-02-21T09:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T09:17:11.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww man</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last show day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's make it the best :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll really miss you guys. Dedication post will be up by midnight :) &lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-6826414043777962806?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6826414043777962806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=6826414043777962806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6826414043777962806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6826414043777962806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/02/awww-man.html' title='Awww man'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-7163147701411744499</id><published>2009-02-19T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:37:40.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first of what would probably be the last</title><content type='html'>:) Yesterdays show, may I say, would be the last time we'd put on the 'first show' of DanSing Thru Broadway. Thinking of what my weekends would be after DTB ... ): &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show was great. Received a lot of positive feedback. Opening act (Sunday Clothes) was awesome. Amelia and I were backing going 'omigod after this we're not going to be seeing each other for a very loong time ):'. But it's all good, right, sticker buddy? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pretty excited for 60's. Excited but extra super duper nervous. I've never had a main part on theatre before, and all sorts of 'what if's were playing in my mind like motion pictures. That was until I put on the wig. After that everything went from 'what if' to 'omigod they're gonna ..'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Thank you thank you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="/img/blank.gif" alt="Italic" border="0" class="gl_italic" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her words really calmed me and made me feel tons better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alesia will be Alesia :) Thank you, dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially you lah. Stood in the toilet with me until I said "I'm pretty". LOL :D what laaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surayyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who ran all the way to the make up stand for tissues :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who, until the end of the show, kept telling me I looked fine in the wig :) The best part was, while I was getting Tracy's hair on, she was sitting right next to me getting her Annie wig on. And well, being sticker buddies, we couldn't help but giggle at one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alfred, Alan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simply for the pat on the back. hahah :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But the song was great. Everyone was amazing, the crew, the dancers, the set, but mostly, I think, was because we had Keith in a shiny pink dress, a big wig, and a toys 'r' us tiara :) The audience roared when he came out in that outfit. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After re-reading what I just typed out. I feel really silly getting upset over a stupid wig. Immature, much? I promise I won't tonight :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-7163147701411744499?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7163147701411744499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=7163147701411744499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/7163147701411744499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/7163147701411744499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-of-what-would-probably-be-last.html' title='The first of what would probably be the last'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-4730565835716536786</id><published>2009-02-18T21:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:16:13.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the better, perhaps?</title><content type='html'>I was reading my older blog posts. And I realized I really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;say some pretty silly things at times O.o so .. new resolution? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think more :) Debate is like the antibiotic to my 'number 1' brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shut up Lat+Trishi. I know what ya'll be saying. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-4730565835716536786?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4730565835716536786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=4730565835716536786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4730565835716536786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4730565835716536786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-better-perhaps.html' title='For the better, perhaps?'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-3728719893889616050</id><published>2009-02-18T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:40:32.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break a leg. Break .. lots of legs :)</title><content type='html'>It's show time today :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In about 6 hours or so, I, along with the cast will be getting mic-ed up, made up and dressed up :) I'm way wayy excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish us luck :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-3728719893889616050?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3728719893889616050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=3728719893889616050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3728719893889616050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/3728719893889616050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/02/break-leg-break-lots-of-legs.html' title='Break a leg. Break .. lots of legs :)'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-7458587189014464921</id><published>2009-02-17T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:39:15.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>Just got back from rehearsal. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did the full run through today. With the lights, mikes, cues and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to wait backstage this time. :) I like the kids (yesh, I am still categorized as one of the kids) dressing room. Wayy wayy wayyy better than the one in panggung bandaraya. The dressing room here is air conditioned, has a restroom (thank goodness, changing costumes can be tricky when you're rushing and you know the stage manager/anyone else could just swing the door open, to remind the cast to stand by for the next song).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I share a table with Alesia and Inka. I dont mind at all, cos I know I wouldn't be spending much time at the table, anyway. So why bother with my own, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alfin brought his guitar today. :) I had fun singing with Alesia and Krystle while he so pro-ish-ly play familiar songs on the guitar. I also found out today, that Soon Yoon was (and maybe can still be considered &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;) a black belt in what I think was tae kwon do, and he can also play the guitar. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes. Amelia and I are still in to the whole sticker thing. In fact, just before rehearsal, I bought 3 different sets of stickers :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imboredatwork.org/tired2.jpg" height="200" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-7458587189014464921?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7458587189014464921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=7458587189014464921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/7458587189014464921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/7458587189014464921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/02/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-4465785155760261746</id><published>2009-02-16T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:04:41.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh, school.</title><content type='html'>Last night ( 15.2.09 ), on our way home from rehearsal at DBKL, we passed by where I think was near Petaling Street. There was a man, skin painted gold, wearing a gold tuxedo doing the robot on one of the corners of the streets of KL. And people, it's not the typical dull gold, it's the Shiny almost crossing yellow gold.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Debate competition today was .. debate-ey. The team did very very well, am so very proud of them. Sri Aman won both rounds, and will be going for the semi-finals next week. No, I don't know who're the team gonna go against in the semi-finals. But whoever or whatever, those 3 debaters will do beyond the stars of awesome-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some pretty funny and definitely-memory-worthy moments happened today. But I'm thinking maybe they'll stay in the mind as memory than put down as words. 1. It's difficult to find the write vocabulary to describe. 2. I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After debate (which ended at 5pm) I rushed home, (thank you Trishi's mom for the ride home, I'm really sorry for the convenience if any) got ready and zoomed off for rehearsal by 6pm at DBKL. By the time I got there I couldn't walk in straight line, I was way way way too tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But rehearsal was good. We did the tech run, mikes and all, the stage is cool. Amelia and I were still into the whole sticker thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm tired. Sentences don't come out how I want them to. Goo'night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/S: I wont be going to school. Probably for the whole week, actually. Rehearsals end at 12 midnight, I'd be way way too tired in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-4465785155760261746?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4465785155760261746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=4465785155760261746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4465785155760261746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/4465785155760261746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/02/ugh-school.html' title='Ugh, school.'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-6872897519294177530</id><published>2009-02-15T08:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:41:55.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadbury</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVblWq3tDwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVblWq3tDwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;SO ABORABLE! :D&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/7848888517002088738-6872897519294177530?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6872897519294177530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=6872897519294177530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6872897519294177530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6872897519294177530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/02/cadbury.html' title='Cadbury'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-6235379343445868665</id><published>2009-02-15T07:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:10:06.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I come - again</title><content type='html'>This is the week DanSing Thru Broadway will stage what it's been rehearsing for the past few months. And I'm very very excited.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week we had this secret admirer thing, for the sake of February the 14th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning I asked for daddy to drop me off somewhere and get the person I drew out of the hat a present. lol, yeah, typical Mae to wait for the last minute. I had no clue what to get, but in the end I got him an apple (yeah, sometimes I wonder why do I find all these apples) and colored pens. :\ LOL. The colored pens were because I noticed he used lots of them for notes, so why not get him more? And the apple, was an inside 'joke' between him, tariq, sean and myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't sign my name in the card though. But he figured out at the end. LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't feeling very .. upbeat this morning. So I bought myself two packs of Harry Potter IV stickers, hopefully it'll cheer me up a little. AND IT DID! :D Krystle and Amelia were there when I opened my stickers. And 5 minutes later the three of us are sitting down with colored pens (and tons of it. Amelia collects them, apparently) and stickers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked today. I want to get the best time before it ends. and it dont want it to ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-6235379343445868665?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6235379343445868665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=6235379343445868665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6235379343445868665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6235379343445868665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-i-come-again.html' title='Here I come - again'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-8966527733943621460</id><published>2009-02-14T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T07:34:44.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines.</title><content type='html'>or better yet. Happy yet-another-normal-Saturday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merentas Desa was okay. T'was Megan Chng's first time cross-country running with Sri Aman-ians :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : Mummy, tomorrow Sri Aman is holding it's cross country running thingy. So there'll be like, hundreds of Sri Amanians passing by the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum &lt;/span&gt;: OH really? Well, tell your friends if they want muffins they can ring the doorbell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; : Yeah. If they want 100 Plus, tell them to ring the doorbell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : -.- right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought they were kidding. Until when I came down for breakfast this morning, mummy was baking muffins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest I'm really very tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway! :D Ballroom class was awesome. Although we were mostly recap-ing the steps. We had to join the 3.30pm class since 12pm couldn't work out (school replacement day). LOL. This has to be the first time I've seen a ballroom class with more guys than girls. There were 7 guys and 5 girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class ended at 4.45pm. Went straight to rehearsal at Hartamas till 7.30pm. Then debate at Tropicana till 10pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really tired. And I have to wake up early tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) So , good night. And happy saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-8966527733943621460?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8966527733943621460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=8966527733943621460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8966527733943621460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/8966527733943621460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentines.'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-6982027577656962666</id><published>2009-02-13T06:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:40:39.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie's Good Deeds</title><content type='html'>Or something like that. I used to love that show cos it was awesome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh no wait. the guy was cute, thats all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nickelodeon.com.au/liveaction/eddie/images/justineddie.jpg" height="200" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just read a blogspot that made me smile. like a goofball. yeah even my sister gave me the why-are-you-smiling-at-the-computer look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ever had that feeling, when you do something for someone, hoping by the slightest of chance that it'll make the person feel a tweensy bit better? Well&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; '&lt;/span&gt;the person&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;, your thank you note made me pull off the goofball smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-6982027577656962666?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6982027577656962666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=6982027577656962666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6982027577656962666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/6982027577656962666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/02/eddies-good-deeds.html' title='Eddie&apos;s Good Deeds'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-2439841410593638567</id><published>2009-02-13T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:30:08.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan and Trisher ...</title><content type='html'>Doodz, I know I told you to read my blog, cos during one of the lessons we were goofing off, I had a really cool idea. And I wanted to put it up in my blog but then now I've forgotten what the cool idea was. ): Sorry&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and thank you thank you thank you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; to Trisher, Abigail and Su Ann for helping me bring 500 apples up to the PRS room. Abigail could carry one box (of about 140 apples) by herself up the stairs O.o After the first box Trisher and I carried together, walking down the stairs was already so susah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PJK was fun. The Mulan phase hasn't worn off yet, and I'm sort of hoping it'll stay a little longer cos I find it handy to even just hum the tunes of the songs when I'm bored or when something gets me down. Lydiya, Megan, Trisher and I were doing our very own (very very badly executed) parody of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make a Man Outta You&lt;/span&gt; from Mulan. Megan and I even tried the jump+kick thing. I was a long lost princess of Russia during PJK ! :D Trishi was the missing link to the Dubai throne, princess Dubai. And Su Ann was Princess Frog, the outcast cos she couldn't jump properly (we were doing hurdles during PJK :P). Hey, she called that up on herself, kay?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent Civics period in the hall cleaning up for tomorrow's after-Merentas-Desa-gathering in the hall for the cheer competition thing. I vacuumed and swept CARPETED stage floor. Which was so annoying and I decided I wasn't going to be a full time housewife. Either that or the man I marry must not have a thing for carpeted floors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry I couldn't help out wrap the apples for Friendship Week. ): I'm sure I would've like doing all the wrapping and ribbons and sweet messages and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;During physics class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I was really sleepy after a long day at school, and honestly i couldn't write, talk or even listen properly*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : Abby? *I asked something I've forgotten*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abigail &lt;/span&gt;: Uh, no. *she answered the question and I've forgotten what it was*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abigail&lt;/span&gt; : ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : .... Abby? Was I asking you a question just now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abigiail&lt;/span&gt; : Uh, yeaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : Did i ask about your grandmother?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abigail&lt;/span&gt; : (lost) uh .. no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly need more rest. Abby has to put up with my head jerking down every half a minute in physics tuition. But funnily enough, every half and hour before physics tuition ends, I dont ever feel sleepy. O.o heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: Mulans grandmother is effing cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beads of Jade for beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You must proudly showww it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now add a cricket, just for luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and even you can't blow it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qe3Y-nXHsFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qe3Y-nXHsFI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7848888517002088738-2439841410593638567?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2439841410593638567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=2439841410593638567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2439841410593638567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/2439841410593638567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/02/megan-and-trisher.html' title='Megan and Trisher ...'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-5040306128945543575</id><published>2009-02-12T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:10:31.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A years supply of apples apples apples :)</title><content type='html'>School was okay okay lah. Our (Megan and myself) random karaoke sessions in class seemed to go from once every 2 classes to every few minutes in every single class. Todays songs were mostly from Mulan :) hah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't as panic-y as I was yesterday I wasn't doing the debate today. Megan was more calm and collected, well she was yesterday anyway so what difference does it make lah, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Debate was fun. We didn't have as much time as we did yesterday, but I think todays debate was much much more smoother and more debate-ey. Iman Judin, Natasha Laveena, Trishi and Kalpanna did a great job, with this being their first time and all. They were very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, mummy, baby (well she's not a baby anymore, maybe a uhmm .. kid. Yeah.) sister went to the ticket axcess box office to buy the tickets for the 27th. Ohhh I'm very very very excited :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.genting.com.my/en/entertainment/2009/intdance/images/intdance01.jpg" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After dropping Sean and Jean off for tuition, mummy and I went to the night market and bought &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;500&lt;/span&gt; apples for tomorrow's preparation for Friendship Week next week :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oh and i think i'm at the -1 stage of a soar throat. :$ i hope it'll get better before the show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-5040306128945543575?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5040306128945543575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=5040306128945543575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/5040306128945543575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/5040306128945543575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/02/years-supply-of-apples-apples-apples.html' title='A years supply of apples apples apples :)'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848888517002088738.post-27907487570057169</id><published>2009-02-11T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T05:01:21.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly it doesn't seem so bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I didn't manage to finish up my speech (I didn't even start) the night before, so I had to do it in between classes or when teachers werent teaching. Megan was on the same boat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During chemistry, which is the last period before the debate with the form 5's, I couldn't find 2 cue cards I prepared. I got really really nervous, cos honestly without those cue cards I think all the members in the house listening to the debate would hear , " ....... " from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just before we were about to leave for lunch, I ran to the class just to check if I left it there. And it wasn't ): And then I heard, from outside the class ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megan &lt;/span&gt;: Mae! You're leaving a trail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; : (in my head) *trail of whaat?!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i see megan picking up two pieces of paper. :) OH the joy when i found out the two papers were the missing cue cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh the stupidity when I found out it was in my pocket the whole time, and when I ran, the cue cards slipped outta my pocket, leaving a trail of cue cards behind me like the bread crumbs the two little kids from that nursery story left when they got lost or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The debate practice today was .. well I think it went okay. Although my speech was a complete and utter mess, at the end of the speech I realized I literally blabbed away my 8 minutes. Megan and Latifah did it well, though. Like, honestly. I was such a mess.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully second time will be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; I get a second chance lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piano class was cool. I've finalized the three pieces I'll be playing for my grd8 examination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sonata in D minor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Retrato De Alfredo Gobbi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allegro Con Brio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)yessh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can already tell this saturday is gonna be a very tiring day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Merentas Desa, I'm thinking it'll end at around 11am (I'm hoping it does).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ballroom Class 12pm-1pm (I'm also hoping class is still on despite the school replacement thingy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DTB rehearsal 2.30pm - 5pm &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7pm - 11pm Homework homework homework. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;How is you're saturday looking ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848888517002088738-27907487570057169?l=elliessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/feeds/27907487570057169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848888517002088738&amp;postID=27907487570057169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/27907487570057169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848888517002088738/posts/default/27907487570057169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliessa.blogspot.com/2009/02/suddenly-it-doesnt-seem-so-bad.html' title='Suddenly it doesn&apos;t seem so bad'/><author><name>Mae Elliessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17142368837856191309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NGFkB5AI-po/SNGL_UAlRWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m3yI5T1s4KI/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
