<?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-6798432</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:21:42.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you kept me hanging on a string</title><subtitle type='html'>i miss you</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-111219107432631167</id><published>2005-03-30T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T22:00:16.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good evening everyone&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the inconvenience caused &lt;br /&gt;but do you all mind if you relink me at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slick99moves.blogdrive.com"&gt;www.slick99moves.blogdrive.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thts right. i am gone from here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DROP BY ALRIGHTES. love you smuaxs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-111219107432631167?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111219107432631167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111219107432631167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111219107432631167' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-111191925461615974</id><published>2005-03-27T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T18:29:51.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my brother finally helped me install the program to transfer all the photos from my mobile to my computer. well i thought it wld be nice to post the url for everyone to take a look at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/share/view?i=EeAOGjds5cMnDh4&amp;pg=0&amp;sm=1&amp;sl=0"&gt;mobile snapshots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-111191925461615974?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111191925461615974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111191925461615974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111191925461615974' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-111184180226784165</id><published>2005-03-26T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T20:59:02.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everyone i was just scanning thru my emails and i came across this particular forwarded mail that norbin sent me quite some time ago. lookin at it once again brought a warm smile to my face and i thot it'll be nice to post it on my blog. i mean, theres no harm in making another one of you smile right? ;P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;FEEL GOOD FACTORS&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about them one at a time BEFORE going on to the next one... &lt;br /&gt;IT DOES MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD, especially the thought at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Falling in love. &lt;br /&gt;2. Laughing so hard your face hurts. &lt;br /&gt;3. A hot shower.  &lt;br /&gt;4. No lines at the supermarket. &lt;br /&gt;5. A special glance. &lt;br /&gt;6. Getting mail. &lt;br /&gt;7. Taking a drive on a pretty road. &lt;br /&gt;8. Hearing your favourite song on the radio. &lt;br /&gt;9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside. &lt;br /&gt;10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer. &lt;br /&gt;11. Chocolate milkshake ... (or vanilla ... or strawberry!) &lt;br /&gt;12. A bubble bath. &lt;br /&gt;13. Giggling. &lt;br /&gt;14. A good conversation. &lt;br /&gt;15. The beach &lt;br /&gt;16. Finding a 20-£ note in your coat from last winter. &lt;br /&gt;17. Laughing at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;18. (it's missing?) &lt;br /&gt;19. Midnight phone calls that last for hours. &lt;br /&gt;20. Running through sprinklers. &lt;br /&gt;21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all. &lt;br /&gt;22. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;23. Laughing at an inside joke. &lt;br /&gt;24. Friends. &lt;br /&gt;25. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you. &lt;br /&gt;26. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to &lt;br /&gt;sleep. &lt;br /&gt;27. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner). &lt;br /&gt;28. Making new friends or spending time with old ones. &lt;br /&gt;29. Playing with a new puppy. &lt;br /&gt;30. Having someone play with your hair. &lt;br /&gt;31. Sweet dreams. &lt;br /&gt;32. Hot chocolate.  &lt;br /&gt;33. Road trips with friends. &lt;br /&gt;34. Swinging on swings.  &lt;br /&gt;35. Making eye contact with a cute stranger. &lt;br /&gt;36. Making chocolate chip cookies (and eating them...!). &lt;br /&gt;37. Having your friends send you homemade cookies. &lt;br /&gt;38. Holding hands with someone you care about. &lt;br /&gt;39. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good &lt;br /&gt;or bad) never change. &lt;br /&gt;40. Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much-desired present from you. &lt;br /&gt;41. Watching the sunrise. &lt;br /&gt;42. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day. &lt;br /&gt;43. Knowing that somebody misses you. &lt;br /&gt;44. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply. &lt;br /&gt;45. Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-111184180226784165?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111184180226784165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111184180226784165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111184180226784165' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-111177986851906293</id><published>2005-03-26T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T03:48:20.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;summer swallowed us whole&lt;br /&gt;waited for you to come round..&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holidays beckoning, im responding :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem 2 of year 1 has officially ended with the wrapping up of my mmprin paper on wednesday morning. i heaved a sigh of relief, all glad and glee that i cld let my hair down and do the things i have and need to do!! ;) went to ronald's house after lunch.. the guys were all there, kickin into action with a few rounds of slam dunk and vid games.. boys will alws be boys.. i was just waiting for the time to pass.. so i sat there just satisfied to see everyone happy and in a pretty cheery mood. i ddnt speak more than 5 words there bt i was just glad .. yup. took a bus dwn to town and finally got to meet up w yvonne after sooooo long. its been eons, girl :( but i truly enjoyed the meeting up and all. we had so much fun talkin and laughin!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well n guess who we bumped into late at night at plaza sing?! PEILIN!! hahaha! call this a reunion or what?! she kept insistin that ive gained MUCH WEIGHT and that im FAT now. OH ive never seen such a direct friend before *GRITS TEETH* but nvm, haha, we took a 64 home and we kept talking nonsense all the way back home and we eventually settled at a kopitiam near our area and chatted the whole night thru!! they took millions of photos WITH MY FONE that i had to spend so much time deleting those awful pics wahlao eh!! haha but we seriously had fun! we are DETERMINED to meet up again soon and catch up with one another once again during the hols. n it just makes me smile whenever i think that yvonne is coming to tp next sem! ;) wheebeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people i am dying to meet up with this vacation break - rajjj, joel rein, jingming, kayi, carissa, sihui, jinli, belinda (YES YOU!!), peilin, yvonne, jenn AHH a whole load of you people out there!! i meez you people so much!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my comp keeps crashing on me!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH nvm. anyways im comforted with the fact that im no longer called a freshie now. im pleased with God's plans for me. like coming into tp cmm .. cos thru this course im really learning the things i wanna learn. and i love the vibe surroundin this school. theres no regret choosing tp cmm over np mass comm. altho in sem 1, i felt rather angry with myself for withdrawing from np mass comm after the day i administrated my registration with the school. but i guess, ive gotten over it and ive moved on to find positive things in tp to look forward to. the sense of satisfaction after every task ive accomplished is indeed self fulfilling.. i love the part of the day when i finish sch, i wldtake out the calender daily and strike a big X over that particular day :) cheap thrill? you BET. :D im gonna meez all the hospi people who are going to sentosa and all the people who are going SIP. a lonely sem to come. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrites its like going to be 4am soon. better leave. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-111177986851906293?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111177986851906293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111177986851906293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111177986851906293' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-111139674519203328</id><published>2005-03-21T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T17:19:05.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont like the way you abuse my trust in you.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ive decided to take a 2-3 hrs break from the books.. causing lines of text to run continuously in my mind altho i know it very well that my brain is not absorbing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days 2 more days i can do it i can do it. and no no i wont update my blog tmr. tmr shall be forward-chionging. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think ive caught the flu bug. sway.&lt;br /&gt;i shall bathe now, watch some tv and spend some time idling around. nothing much for this entry lah i guess just wanna do some typing on my new wireless keyboard and mouse! haha my comp desk is finally revamped! :) thanks to my daddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-111139674519203328?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111139674519203328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111139674519203328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111139674519203328' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-111121473609496005</id><published>2005-03-19T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T14:48:00.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;one year later&lt;br /&gt;we'll still be around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying ruts, what can be worse?! its sickening and its making me feel more and more bored each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad brought home a new computer monitor. its mega big!! and i asked him "eehhh, why did you bring home such a big screen?!" astonished, he replied "i thot the bigger the better?! no meh?!" i seriously think his mentality is lagging behind time.. hahaa what sia i thot compact is good. but actually the new monitor is alot better than the current one. its alot clearer and altho bigger, it's better to do designing like fotoshop pagemaker dreamweaver etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been having terrible giddy spells lately.. and stomachaches for no apparent reasons.. due to stress? no im not very stressed up actually. just cantwait to get the exams over and done with.. i cant even sleep well .. when i was on the fone last evening, i had to ask to be excused.. so i cld go to the loo and tried to puke everything out. but nth came out. disappointing, but im thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;counting down.. 4 more days to go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this wednesday, 11.30am, i shall make myself the happiest girl on planet earth *GRIN* theres just too many things i wanna do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive heard my tagboard is giving problems again. *sighs* dont worry. ill change the tagboard soon and make sure that it is functional!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-111121473609496005?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111121473609496005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111121473609496005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111121473609496005' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-111102401133459216</id><published>2005-03-17T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T15:18:04.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;fight the good fight&lt;br /&gt;maintain the trend&lt;br /&gt;just look me in the eyes and say..&lt;br /&gt;the world's not gonna end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RISE and SHINE. cant believe i woke up early today. so in order to "reward" myself, i shall waste 1/2 hour online. to blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterdays mugging session wasnt very productive again. i managed to discipline myself to start studying towards the end of everything.. while leonard, james and huimin were playing "chopsticks" till one guys turned around and shouted "KAO BEI LAH!!!" at em LOL! and before i went out to meet dan and the rest, i actually fell aslp on my books again.. to my surprise, i woke up to find out i was actually late!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visual enjoyment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/leoanrd.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant resist posting this pic man.. leonard for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/dannieee.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conjoint twin!! i love you smuaxs you look adorable n i know you love meeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/cap.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look ugly.. but never mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/hideous.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt look tht hideous. he chose it that way.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/chipmunk.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chipmunk and meeee. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not meeting cat today so im staying home and i have to practise self discipline this time round.. i really need to. or else i shall be very prepared to flunk this paper. btw, im gonna skrew percomm up due to the presentation &amp; the group report. sighs. i am very depressed over this. but i ought to look on the bright side i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm im keen on attending this 2-month class conducted by my sis's church based on rick warren's a purpose driven life book.. i know that it will be good for me. a purpose driven life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i here on earth for? im sure theres more than routines and socializing daily.. i want and need to find out more abt my purpose and bout the Creator.. things cant remain the way as it is now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-111102401133459216?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111102401133459216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111102401133459216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111102401133459216' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-111089167433452065</id><published>2005-03-15T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T21:13:34.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="15"&gt;&lt;font color="WHITE"&gt;dreadful!&lt;/font size="15"&gt;&lt;/font color="WHITE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT LIKE MMPRIN!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the subject is like how interesting. the first few paragraphs put me to sleep just by a short 10 minutes. i cant believe i slept for 2+ hours straight. i just cant do it man. this is the worst sub ive ever came across with in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually, ill get kanchiong and kick a fuss when i dont get what my notes and text are saying. not that i didnt this time round, but it was kept to a minimal and i actually fell aslp on my books!! twice already you know.. thts not a very good sign, obviously. i dont even know what to study leh. self discipline? yeah right, tell me about itttttttt lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans to combat tardiness and laziness&lt;br /&gt;tmr - mug with danieee in sch.&lt;br /&gt;thurs - mug w cat&lt;br /&gt;fri - most prolly muggin alone at some quiet spot in singapore. dont ask me where. its a secret. !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but muggin alone may not be a good thing. scully when i am studying alone by the beach.. and if i fall aslp how? and my books &amp; notes will be blown into the seas.. while i drift into my fluffy dreamlands.. HAHA. die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok im gonna watch the 9pm show. rui en is sucha b***h. $#%#$%@$#@$@#$@#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-111089167433452065?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111089167433452065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111089167433452065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111089167433452065' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-111076892161830193</id><published>2005-03-14T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T11:04:11.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY VINCEY!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;to sum up ystd in a few lines..&lt;br /&gt;-church&lt;br /&gt;-window shopping&lt;br /&gt;-winnie the pooh ft heffalump movie&lt;br /&gt;-dinner @ foodcourt&lt;br /&gt;-watchin b-boy competition (HIPHOP YO)&lt;br /&gt;-CHEESECAKE and SODA FLOAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly i wanna say that ive fallen in love w winnie e pooh all over again.. as tho it is my first love. and heffalump is so cute tht im determined to get the stuffed toy once it's out! heffalump lumpylumpy! sooo adorable!! and i got a hunnypot cos GV gives it away as popcorn holder :) im happy now.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Boy competition.. was like wow. saw norbin jordan charlie and a few ppl here and there lah. norbin wwas like way cool. he sure rocked the breaking ground man!! he did well and i must say hes a pro and i adore this pal of mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man its the study week and ive got no idea how to go about studyin this subject. but i must study cos there is a reward waiting for me *grin grin* rocking rio.. *aHeM* oh well. cant wait for hols to START. i will be on my way to...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;JOB HUNTING AGAIN!! &lt;br /&gt;and also meet up and catch up with friends.. and also get more involved in church if thts possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently im welcomed back to bakerzin anytime according to jonnie but ahhh. i dont know if i shld. oh forgot to mention abt this. i was outside bakers last night and i thot i saw jonnie so i dashed in w/o much thot and tht fellow was someone ive not seen before. he looks like jonnie so much! so i asked candice if tht guy was jonnie and you shld know what the answer was. rita was there too. and the rest, i cldnt recognise em anymore. new staffs. candice told me to give it some thot abt coming back for work but im not quite sure. 50-50 chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-111076892161830193?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111076892161830193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111076892161830193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111076892161830193' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-111061890497441567</id><published>2005-03-12T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T21:52:42.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hurt, misunderstood .. but God knows.&lt;br /&gt;.. im moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys im back. im finally free from the clutch of threatening deadlines after dealines.. ive decided this shld be good.. finally.. e sch gives me a break from the immense stress that is gradually shapin me to be a swift and fast person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few days passed by really slow.. now the last hurdle to cross is exams.. mmprin paper.. the first and last paper. cos ive only got one paper.. percomm presentation went on fine. it was a tough presentation cos you are graded upon your presentation skills, not your content. thts the challenge. but im glad its over after continuous practices in front of grp members and my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank God ive alrd submitted the photog centrespread.. it was the most horrible time in my life so far in poly. i was in the maclab with kengtzu for the friggin 6 whole hours.. to do tht tedious tabloid spread. i re-did the entire tabloid spread for a couple of hours.. showed it to ms ng and she rejected our layout. i thot i was dyin and i kept praying to God for strength to go thru these sickening shit and altho i was really tired w only 3 hrs of slp i kept asking God to supply me w patience. by the 3rd time we started all over again and was near to completion, the comp hung on me.. it was infuriating and i asked God why did this ever have to happen.. i cldnt hold it but ran out crying really loudly cos i cldnt take the stress and sometimes i just wonder why God stretched my limits n patience. but one thing i see was that God didnt let me die there.. God sent friends to help.. thank you vincey owen james van bel... i love you all for alws being there :) such angels i have. God has proved to be faithful afterall right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this project behind my back, i can finally settle down and set my eyes on that upcoming mmprin paper.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jensen, where are youu? if u ever see this pls give me a call.. i miss you too much and im not happy without you.. my bestfriend.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm n i truly enjoy the company of huankai and vince.. they make such great company whereby i dont have to speak much and i can laugh so much.. these past few days lunching and chillin out with em have been perking me up alot.. words from my heart, i appreciate you both alot! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis's coming back tonight, and shes staying with us for a month as her hubby went overseas for work. poor thing. dnt know if its a bad or good thing for her to stay here ... well but of cos i think its good lah.. since she hasnt been around with me for almost a year. and thru out the one year when shes missing.. it was the time whereby i felt lonely cos i think there isnt anyone for me to talk to. BAH. anyhows, im addicted to the 9pm drama on chnnl 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be updating after my paper.. keepin fingers crossed.. that ill pass :) its a tough sub. and yea.. the paper is on wed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-111061890497441567?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111061890497441567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/111061890497441567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111061890497441567' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110995723143185546</id><published>2005-03-05T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T01:30:59.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i apologise for my MIA-ness but i'll be back. i promise yea! btw life hasnt been treating me kindly and i dont think ill go into the details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so skrewed and im so sad. and i think doodleboard has died on everyone including me. dont bother waiting for the doodleboard to appear cos i think it will never ever load. so, forget the tagboard and just hang around for my next grand return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then, &lt;br /&gt;emelia will still be emelia&lt;br /&gt;rebekah will still be rebekah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you a lot kayi and you know i love you like SHIATTTTTTTTTT thanks for being around today.. bow to me im your diva BAH BAH BAH smuaxs I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ppl ill get the doodleboard fixed real soon.. which means ill remove it soon :( WHATEVER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110995723143185546?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110995723143185546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110995723143185546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110995723143185546' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110935087947348563</id><published>2005-02-26T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T16:37:21.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="14"&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;bossa nova pleases my ears&lt;/font size="14"&gt;&lt;/font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bossa nova music is called audio therapy in my opinion. im not lying. huankai introduced this genre to me. its sooooo relaxing. i am soooo chillledddd. like a cube of ice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past few days, i dont like to say it but ive been feeling rather down.. and sometimes im just near to the verge of breakin down at home. heaps of projects left me with no space to breathe and live. ive to rush home day after day, to do constant research, type out questionaires.. wait for questionaires to hit a total of 100 people. etcetc. its draining me.. 100% man .. plus ive like 2 arts app projects to submit. 1 arts app presentation comin up. mmprin, journalism deadlines on monday. percomm on friday. percomm formal presentation next wk. 2 photography projects comin up - 1 grp project &amp; 1 individual. someone kill me please. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been really happy due to the fact tht my recent assignments have fetched a pretty good grade.. photography ive got an A.. journalism B which is considered GOOD cos papa selvan doesnt practice lenient-marking. most of his students get C while Darryl David gave many As to his studients. double standard? oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another new love of mine is gatsby hair wax. as you guys know .. recently i cut my hair and it looks horrible and ugly. well maybe not that ugly, but whatever lah cos i hate my hair. so i stole a bottle of gatsby hair wax b(from my brother, not a shop) and whipped out a dab of hair wax &amp; applied it on my hair. goodness it worked wonders like your hair is under your discipline &amp; control like yeehawwwww. went to sch and danieee helped me with styling and the guys had to comment tht it looked messy. so i went to the toilet, fished out GATSBY hairwax again and immediately, my hair pumped up like theres more volume. yayy. love gatsby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had such a long day today. finally got to let my hair down and watched 'i do i do' its a local production from jack neo so perhaps most of you will think its dumb. haha but who cares .. since i had a great laugh over tht sissy in the show.. major hokkien-speakin flick. but funnyyy. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm. gonna get some slp. long day ahead tmr. again :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110935087947348563?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110935087947348563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110935087947348563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110935087947348563' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110900313235312987</id><published>2005-02-22T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T00:25:32.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT SIZE="15"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="CYAN"&gt;CRAMPS MAKE YOU ANGRY!&lt;/FONT SIZE="15"&gt;&lt;/FONT COLOR="CYAN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time of the month. HMMMM. had cramps the entire day. BPC wanted to sponsor me CABFARE home. yeaaa. 20cents each person. wahlao, total sponsor cant even cover standard charge. lame. hahahaha. ive no choice but to thrust 4 disgusting pink menses panadol pills to alleviate the pain. but it was to no avail. why did these stupid ppl even design these pills in the first place when they are not effective at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. kweehoon annoyed the shit out of me when she forced us to go for a 1hr make-up class so we can take our photog quiz. she threatened us countlessly not to cheat but i think everyone just couldnt be bothered. owen and i still sat together. and owen was selling SEATS. HAHA back seat $250 .. side seats $125. you know why? cos hes good at photog and he knows everything. but i ddnt copy lah. i studied abit after my journalism lecture at biz park.. (i studied for less than 30 mins) ahaha slacked w james vince ahtan jon see huimin etc etc. nth good came out from the 2hrs break but i did mug a lil. and it came out the basics so i know quite a couple of questions in the quiz. YAYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just bought this album that has been advertising on tv time and time again.. you know this CD called LOVE SONGS vol 2. a timeless collection. oh goodness i cant believe its so friiiiiggggggggging good tht i keep repeating the same few songs ive been listening since my bro was in sec sch.. yup they are a collection of great oldies .. 3 cds for the price of 1. budget indeed. ive been lookin for these songs since eons ago.. now ive found it and that makes me gay :P one particular good song is Promise me by Beverley Craven. alrites im going to enjoy my music rite now. im such a sucker for oldies. HEEHEE im mad now soo.. sue me :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110900313235312987?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110900313235312987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110900313235312987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110900313235312987' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110888767870000957</id><published>2005-02-20T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T16:24:14.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="magenta"&gt;&lt;font size="15"&gt;bad boys &amp; relationships&lt;/font color="magenta"&gt;&lt;/font size="15"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im spinning THE GET UP KIDS' GUILT SHOW CD and sniffing the scent of ANNA SUI DOLLY GIRL. oh what a lethal combo!! it makes me highhh.. erm, as in happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to do my journalism article again. hai. deadline is tmr. can journalism be any more interesting than this? we have to WRITE WRITE WRITE every week. every tutorial. well writing is sure fun, BUT NOT EVERY WEEK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you guys seen the CLEO mag for march? its jeanette aw as the covergirl and she doesnt eat MEAT! madness. i cant imagine anyone not eating meat at all. i hate veggies man.. to me it just tastes.. horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den as i continued flipping the prim pages of the magazine, i came across this page about girls having a thing for BAD BOYS. hahaha. it is so weird for emelia to talk about bad boys. but you know what. i read it and i nodded in approval abt how BAD BOYS just spice up everything. altho i regard r/s as a sensitive and conservative issue, oh well just let me say this as i have some "wonderful" memories of the past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to have a thing for bad boys too. i once liked this guy by the name of .. lets just call him "C". he doesnt look awesome (according to some of you out there HAHA) ok lah.. actually he doesnt look fantastic, but hes just that kind of guy who cant care less (or more also la). he tried flirting with me. i ddnt reciprocate but the surprising thing was that i liked him (for abt 1 year somemore okie)!! i had a MAJOR crush on him. cos he made me feel like .. erm .. pursuing him.. now tht sounds stupid but ARGH. LOL. he has flings &amp;amp; one night stands w diff girls (oh yucks.. tht is a turn off im sure), he is wild and hes the BOY all the BAD GIRLS want. (READ: but im not a bad girl..) :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out w him one fine afternoon... and i kept quiet thru'out cos i was shy but i put up a brave front and be "cool". he asked me if he cld hold my hand and i yelled NO immediately. it was dumb lah! but still, haha it is true to most girls.. at a point of time you tend to feel.. different being with a bad boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this kind of crush is just a fad lah. eventually it will fade out. theres a risk in loving a bad boy. as for now, i no longer keep a lookout for bad boys. id like to settle for nothing but the best. hmm in time to come that is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom alws emphasizes tht i NEED to know the guy's personality and all before settlin down w tht special someone and i have to agree w her on her take.. or else marriage will just turn out to be like hers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a fear for r/s cos ive seen too many failures in my parents', friends' and my only past r/s. it hurts to even look back and tht is why when someone brings up the issue of BGR to me, i tend to brush it aside n smile it off cos thinkin of it pains to see my own parents strugglin w their marriage.. alot of violence during their conflicts too.. sometimes im too afraid to even think abt my own r/s in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my sister will alws advise me.. find a man who loves God and who seeks Him. he will then love his wife and if it's under God's plan, everything will fall into place and eventually work out w God's blessings. ive got to agree with that too. i mean, look at my sister's marriage. theyre so happy tgth and .. yeaa. the marriage is blissful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now thts a long entry. well i guess r/s is such a subjective topic.. heehee. but i guess there are alws more impt things in life for you to look forward to. i dont spend too much time thinking abt r/s and im happy the way things are sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so gonna do my work now. i see journalism beckoning me. *dreadful dreadful* meez meeee pleaseeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110888767870000957?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110888767870000957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110888767870000957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110888767870000957' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110874625099534190</id><published>2005-02-19T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T01:10:05.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MY LIFE IS A COSMIC JOKE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yup. ive finally completed my 2-day duty for tp openhouse. it was great.. however, it really drained me. i must admit i was kinda slack on the first day. met some people who are keen in our course itself. very well. oh man. on the first day i was like tryin to pull people to watch our LT show. the LT show put up by those cmm peepsies was really good. im so proud of cmm! jon and the rest were good performers. i enjoyed the LT show to the max but not anymore cos ive watched it like 7 times alrd? it got really sickening and i think i can even memorize every thing lah! i went around the sch w huimin. she was having this large box draped over her body and it was like HOW FUNNY!! everyone who walked past was gigglin at her and i made her laugh like a siao zhar bo when she was carrying that dumb box. there i saw one guy with the camera attempting to shoot her while she was laughing like a crazy woman. and i decided to "siam". joanna came dwn to check out the design sch .. but she came abit late and so tht left the day fruitless for her.. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2. i got a bit more involved in bringing people in to the lt show. and also directed people to mediabiz studio n stuffs. many guides were missing and i had to mingle arnd w different guides. kinda stressful today ah. but at the end of everything, i felt good. conflicts were settled and my job was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also feel that 'my life is a cosmic joke' becos ive been so down on luck recently. my days are badly skrewed by so many things and sometimes i just wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i was doiny my percomm journal due today when i had a power failure at 2am! the whole journal entry was wiped out! woohoos.&lt;br /&gt;-i slept late, woke up early to take buses dwn to sch. but the bus came late. i had to take a cab instead!&lt;br /&gt;-when i reached sch, i walked to the stairs when i realised it was being blocked by the entire openhouse tent.&lt;br /&gt;-walked out, decided to take a lift, bumped into kengtzu and she reminded me of my classified ads i am required to attach to my journals!! i ddnt bring it! i had to go home and take! (but eventually i ddnt. thnks vince for helping me get from my mommy)&lt;br /&gt;-took a lift, ended up at some retarded convention centre. time was running out. 9.58am. my time to report for tutorial was 10am!!&lt;br /&gt;-the lift was choked up with students. decided to run up 4 flights of stairs!&lt;br /&gt;-k wong left us to do a stupid report of 1100 words within 2 hrs. it was plain madness. &lt;br /&gt;-late for openhouse briefing. scoldin from van.&lt;br /&gt;-my picture tht was sent for printing turned out really BLUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is funny right? it treats you badly at times. i just hope tht these shitty happenings will flee from me asap. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110874625099534190?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110874625099534190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110874625099534190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110874625099534190' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110855249162691481</id><published>2005-02-16T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T19:14:51.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder why the heck my brother wld install zone alarm its such a cocked up firewall program tht prevents me from using the comp in peace. YES!! ive problems logging in to msn, blogger, friendster. is it my comp or is it a server glitch? i hope its the latter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in a bad mood now cos ive just cut my hair. i shld have listen to danielle when she called and told me to STOP cutting my hair cos it is fine as it is now. ohhhhh no. the hairstylist thinned my hair and i look ohsoBALD now. oh fantastic. *rolls eyes* so my esteem level is gonna decline again due to my hair. its alws the case but i cant seem to stop cutting my hair cos i get frustrated when my hair gets over my collar or shoulder. im like.. another huimin. so she wld understand. self consolation. yes, my hair will grow, dont worry emeliaa. dont. just give yourself 2 or 3 months *drop dead* bad move, big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after for like a few months, i finally got to meet up w edwina for at least 20 minutes. we sat at the bus stop and chatted. been soooo long since i last talked to her. and she sure knows alot of things abt me. rumours, they spread like wildfire. so you ppl, better stop talking behind my back!!!!! HAHA. GRRRH. TP is such a big sch and rumours still spread so fast. BAH, but it wasnt exactly a bad thing so im cool :) and i still feel the same as i did. when i talked to edwina its like im talking to carissa. they're like so alike. uncanny similarities. *SHIVERS* and disgustingrace is actually 21 years old.. according to edwina, haha! i cant believe tht! siz, is tht true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive sent my photography assignment for printing. i've decided to use tht portrait pic i took. owen was my model psstt. ms ng actually likes it. aiyo. and she said i cant use portraits with adam inside cos his eyes are too small, cannot see. ms ng is kinda ridiculous. i mean, you cant blame adam for his small eyes rite? at the same time, i realised li ang looks extremely photogenic. so tht explains why both adam and owen are gg to submit photos of li ang for their assignment. li ang, why dont you be my model!?! *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm one interesting thing tht happened today was arts app class. HAHA. we were supposed to help our partner do a mask. this christine girl was my partner and she wanted some sort of "phantom of opera" feel mask. i had a hard time trying to cut the shape and all but mrs chua knew tht i was all flustered up and she helped me quite a bit! love her for that. i was v stressed up cos i was afraid i'll screw up christine's mask but eventually it turned out fine. tho the process was tedious, but the end of everything you really feel a sense of satisfaction upon lookin at that piece of dried plaster you've molded. i cld have done a better job i think. but i was panicking the whole time. next wk christine will do my mask. i think shes good so im pretty sure she'll do a good job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss mask-making now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110855249162691481?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110855249162691481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110855249162691481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110855249162691481' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110840151297869349</id><published>2005-02-15T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T01:23:07.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>// semi charmed life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="pink"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;/font color="pink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well as much as i want to be on a hiatus, i really wanna take back my words cos im too bored trying to find a speech to prepare for tmr percomm's class. how fun is that rite! haha, ive picked an article abt depression. whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is valentine's day. well theres no need for me to say much cos its not associated with me. but had a wee bit of fun today w a few ppl after sch. haha. instead of getting all "lovey dovey" w my friends (or anyone else), i was stuck at the com lab doing my seasonal feature story about valentine's day ironically. haha! ok. but i prepared it at home so it wasnt that bad. in fact, if it fetches me a good grade, i may post my story online. cos i spent a lot of effort on this piece of shit man. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one event im definitely looking forward to is the openhouse this thurs, friday and saturday. i want to get involved on saturday so badly. but i have to attend cell grp and family dinner gathering. aww. so too bad. we're gonna keep the CMM spirit alive man. boisterous ppl. :)  im sure we're gonna have so much fun! and danielle's in my grp!! danielle, we must "welcome welcome" those potential freshies LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun in sch today. van and i had fun laughin during j2 lecture. altho papa selvan just kept on droning on and on non stop about SPORTS FEATURE STORIES. but who cares man. "let my stomach do the talking!" yeaa. this is the joke of the day, but if you dont understand.. its a personal joke. im selfish and i wont share with you!! BLEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna hit the sack now. ohh i have to be in formal wear tmr. what a dread. hmm. and black heels. i bet those heels are gonna bubbled up blisters on my poor feet! :( photography shootings in the morning. arrr. long day ahead tmr. :\ and yes, now i really know the pronunciation of Gourmet.. hmm Gor-meh i mean :) i used to think it's pronounced as Gar-mert HAHAHA what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK. if youre reading my blog rite now, make sure you get your butt moving to TP on the 17th, 18th, 19th for our annual openhouse. its gonna be a blast cos TP is the most happening poly arnd. lol! die die must come, and ahem* visit CMM booth okie. we'll be really nice to you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110840151297869349?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110840151297869349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110840151297869349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110840151297869349' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110818937155318658</id><published>2005-02-12T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T14:25:43.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>c21 you are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired and lazy to blog. i may be on a hiatus for like a week or so. or prolly even more. i have too many deadlines coming up and m so dead. i have a couple of photography assignments to do. and i think the group one will be quite a killer. lets just hope ill pull thru this tough period of time despite of the tension btw me and my mom, my gruellin struggle with my schwork. and many other points which i find it pointless to state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reasons, cny seemed mundane. dry, and boring. those visitations and gatherings ddnt make me feel like a complete person. or rather shld i say it made me feel a lil out of place w those awkward stares and even a few major conflicts here and there at my uncle's place? only tht night watching american idol w my sis at home made me smile genuinely. the rest. were just. if you allow me to say. simply superficiality. ive got an empty ang bao too.  ohman, so much for giving during festive seasons huh. but i guess it must have been a mistake made by tht muddlehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the visit to jinli's hse was great. we took a couple of pics. but i dont have the mood to put it up on my blog. tedious jobs. friggin shit. my hair is dropping from my scalp. side effects of detrimental chemicals on my head.  with the declining no. of hair strands rooted on my scalp, i reckon it is v much due to the curse ive put on daniel tht has eventually backfired. (back on me now!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a merry merry cny. ill be away for quite awhile. btw, can someone tell me the pronunciation of this word - Gourmet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110818937155318658?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110818937155318658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110818937155318658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110818937155318658' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110786439597178467</id><published>2005-02-08T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T20:11:26.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//perfect ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;HAPPY REUNION DINNER EVERYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally.. the long-awaited lunar new year! ve been lookin forward to it. :) minus the manymany visitations part. ok. actually, i love the collecting of ang baos the most ah! :D  but poly doesnt spare us despite our NEED to have lunar newyear hols. we have a mmprin (1500 words) report to submit by friday. gosh, wonder how i'll be able to find the time to finish it man.. BLEAH. whack only :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws. had fun shoppin with james, nat, vincent, li ang last friday. went to suntec and orchard road but ddnt manage to find anything for myself xcept for a pair of white slippers. nat bought em w me :) guess its because its such a big grp and therefore its hard to shop for your own stuffs. but nat managed to get a basic tee from topshop. joanna came down to meet me for some catching up while the rest of us were having our dinner at pastamania. woootts. creamy chicken is so delicious :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued my shopping spree on sunday. it was more productive. ive got myself 2 basic tees from topshop, a green (yippee :D) basic tank top from collage. wanted to get the green tank with a funky motif. but i realised that the motif alone cost like 10 bucks more? definitely not worth it. got 2 pairs of earrings. erm yeaa. thts abt it :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the mischievious me skipped both journalism and percomm lecture to accompany james down to town again.  he got this gay top which is kinda unique lah. i chose a blue one for him. bumped into pearl! SUCH LUCK! ahaha. no lah but shes so pretty now! poked my tummy somemore *OUCH* haha.. managed to get myself a pretty necklacee from accessorize  :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially when i was on my way home, wanted to drop by bakers to visit jon lim but aiyaa i thot that fellow was derek. i actually miss bakers inn quite a bit now. but ARR i hate to work, so whatever. i need to concentrate on my studies. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love natasha beddingfield's unwritten :) had a long day today. been washing and scrubbing the house since morning. had reunion lunch w my entire family plus my jiejie and bro-in-law. had fun w em just now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys have a great lunar new year. and there, SPREAD the LOVE :) im gonna wear red tmr. Heehee. *presents 2 mandarin oranges*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110786439597178467?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110786439597178467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110786439597178467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110786439597178467' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110743742722665809</id><published>2005-02-03T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T21:34:47.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>// perfect ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up feeling like a grumpy bear today. been having &gt; 4 hrs of slp for both tuesday and wednesday .. woke up at 7.30am today when my class started at 8am today. haha was late for like half an hr. im not sure if ms ng marked me absent or not. but i shldnt have come lah. today was so boring. we sat in class to cut newspaper's pictures and pasted them on the sketchbook. but im a hardworking girl, ive done tht at home so i went to class to slp. but ah. ms ng suddenly wanted to show us action photography vid instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lecture was no exception lah. boring. got back my photography assignment. B+. ok lah, generally okay. but ms ng is such a lenient marker. i dont expect to see anything lower than C also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during boring lecture, i whipped out my cam from my bag to take pictures of other ppl, and .. hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/julez.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julia and owen. julia has pink streaks! pretty pretty :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/charlene.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlene and owen. owen looked so smart in formal wear yah? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/fafa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. james with his "unique" wrapped fisherman's pants. he claimed tht 'fa fa' wore it and tht it is nice. i dont think so. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/roundorund.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH. james's pair of slippers is so cute riteeee. it forms a circle when you put em together :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back at home ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/PINK.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pooh + piglet = pink pooh. yupp they've got a baby! :) cute right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110743742722665809?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110743742722665809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110743742722665809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110743742722665809' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110718619710624619</id><published>2005-01-31T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T23:47:21.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>planet shakers // worship forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat is killin me. the pain is excruciating. im turning so so so mad. due to the fact that i had to wake up 3 to 4 times last night, thinking tht i had smtg to purge out from my unwell stomach.  i ended up dozing off on the sofa for 2 times. where i perspired like a mad pig and my entire teeshirt got soaked with sweat. yucks. i dont know how i'll be able to pull thru the night w/o pooh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was terrible to fall aslp in the living room. cos i often have this weird sentiment tht smthg bad will just happen to me .. ystd night was no exception. i dreamt that i was in this big haunted hospital where i was required to run dwn a few flights of stairs and i saw this old woman clad in white dress appearing out of no where when i was dashing thru each flight of stairs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this old woman zoomed past across me speedily. and alot of weird encounters during my 'trip' to the haunted hospital. as i tried to recall some of the other weird encounters.. i guess i cldnt think of any despite the painstaking effort.  but that feelin was scary. it was smthg so REAL and so friggin imminent that it is ready to pounce on me anytime. has been a long time since i have weird + real dreams.  till nw, ill still recoil in horror as i think abt it. goosebumps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like getting sick at all. it makes me an angry girl. and im having such a bad throat now. it doesnt even feel like a normal sore throat. theres like one lump of shit stuck in my throat and it hurts each time i move my mouth. and i have to go sch even if im sick. i know i ought to rest at home, but you all shld see how 'surprising' CMM is. alws have pop quizzes and shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think im a blessed girl at times. my sister came over ystd and gave me a classic piglet. piglet is so adorable but i still prefer my pink pooh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired to think. think think think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got my journalism term-test grade. was surprised to say ive got the highest in class hehehe 40.5/50. just when complacency starts to take over me, i shld say, thank you Lord :)  however, it didnt seem to make me happy very much, cos im simply down today. hai. may i recover tmr so i can go to school. and i really wanna continue with the photoshoot. i went to skatepark w raj today and attempted some good and skilled shots but unfortunately, my cam died on me and i had to use SLR cam. but drats la. the SLR cam was abit laggy you know. pressed alrd the stunts were ceased liao. what the heck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. peace to all. BYEBYEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110718619710624619?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110718619710624619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110718619710624619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110718619710624619' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110701233106023646</id><published>2005-01-29T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T23:38:28.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bananarama // love in the first degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE MY HAIRCUT + HAIRDYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/onlyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER MY HAIRCUT + HAIRDYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/onlyinmydreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thot i prefer the one before my haircut &amp; before my hairdye. what do you guys think? give me your comments ok! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HELP!&lt;/b&gt; im having a high fever now. and im having sore throat. i cant be sick. i need to have my hot chocolate. i need to have my twister fries. and i NEED to go out and do my shootings for photography. :&lt;br /&gt;panning. sunrise/sunset shot. freezing. URGH crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw sch is starting all over again and i kinda dread it. sighhs. all the mmprin projects piss me off big time cos i know nuts abt it. BLAH. actually i have nth to blog abt. just to let you guys know i painted my nails pink to welcome chinese new year. but what the heck not like you ppl give a sh*t abt it. haha. i just need some rest now. my forehead is scorching hot and i gave dinner a miss except for a few mouthfuls of fried rice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are finally back from hongkong. i wish they will be in hk longer cos ill have the entire house to myself. my house, my world haha i will turn it upside down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had my first cg meeting w my new cell. was an informal cell .. was held at cheryl's hse. got sick there and i almost fainted on my way home cos the SAFRA bus stop was so far away and i had to walk under the blazing sun. then i took abt 1 hr plus to reach home cos i had to wait so long for my bus 64. i bet my face scared people off cos i looked so pale and i wanted to die. everyone at the bus stop was staring at me like one kind can. ARGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth to blog liao. btw, DEBBIE GIBSON ROCKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110701233106023646?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110701233106023646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110701233106023646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110701233106023646' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110688210258493451</id><published>2005-01-28T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T11:19:31.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>subject selection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these CDS dont really interest me, but i need a 4CUs to cover up. so heck. just hope tht i'll get into project management. they are all in terms of ranking.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 ENG EPM2X01 Introduction to Project Management CDS 4   &lt;br /&gt;2 BUS BMK3007 Principles of Entrepreneurship CDS 4   &lt;br /&gt;3 ENG ETW2X01 Fundamentals of Wireless Communications CDS 4   &lt;br /&gt;4 BUS BBS2004 Business Mandarin &amp; PRC Culture 1 CDS 4   &lt;br /&gt;5 IGS GFL1001 Introduction to Language &amp; Culture (French) CDS 3  &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the electives for CMM. broadcast and film theory intrigue me most.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 BUS BCM2003 Broadcast Performance Elective 4   &lt;br /&gt;2 BUS BCM2006 Film Theory &amp; Criticism Elective 4   &lt;br /&gt;3 BUS BCM2002 Basic Sub-editing Elective 4   &lt;br /&gt;4 BUS BCM2012 Social Psychology/Sociology Elective 4   &lt;br /&gt;5 BUS BCM2013 Sports Media Marketing Elective 4   &lt;br /&gt;6 BUS BLO1002 Business Calculus Elective 4 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110688210258493451?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110688210258493451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110688210258493451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110688210258493451' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110679476558787344</id><published>2005-01-27T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T11:02:49.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>//when god ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:35;"&gt;FRUSTRATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill me lah. wahrao. i shld be eating my breakfast now but who cares since i have a couple of things to complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what. ystd after sch project meeting i went dwn to toni and guy acad w van, owen and daniel to be their hair models. ok lah. only van and i did hair modelling for their hair show. i was struggling to choose to either help alex or zenn. crap i shld have helped zenn instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie so the story goes like. yea. alex did my hair well. cut my hair and all. nice. generally pleasing to my eyes. he dyed my hair into dark brown color. and the next thing he said to me was that, hello, i need to redye my hair again cos he thinks the color sucks. !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK i mean i know im YOUR hair model for YOUR hairshow on YOUR graduation night. but whatthe. initially you told me i cld roughly pick the colors i wanted and you said you wldnt give me ash gray if i really ddnt want it. but you went back on your words at night by sayin you want things your way! thts UNPROFESSIONALISM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the chemicals they used really hurt my scalp so much .. when i came out my head was like pounding with the chemicals still executing its destruction on my scalp. how GREAT ah. im so sorry if i backed out last minute. i dont really care if im gonna wear $200 worth of clothing to walk dwn that aisle with fann wong's sister, i dont care if youre one of the top-notch hairstylist at toni and guy acad yada yada. i just know you're unprofessional and youre full of drive for excellence.. that you go to the extend of being selfish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELFISH AMBITIONS. tsk. my hair is badly damaged now. dried. skrew those chemicals. i wont let you attempt to dye my hair again. my hair is not a wig you can play around with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shld have stick to zenn instead. or prolly i shld not even help any of em in the first place. vileful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110679476558787344?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110679476558787344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110679476558787344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110679476558787344' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110663713670227588</id><published>2005-01-25T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T15:17:40.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hillsongs // holy holy holy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lil cereals, too much milk. i wanna puke URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. i ddnt know i have so much wrk to do can. let me list em all down so i can refer to it whenever i have any spare time (which i doubt ill have any at all.. heck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least 3 percomm journals to be completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;borrow a book based on collage making.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmprin individual case study assignment.&lt;br /&gt;read up on mmprin txtbk and notes.&lt;br /&gt;prepare formal attires for percomm lectures &amp;amp; tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;meet up with my percomm grp for further discussions.&lt;br /&gt;meet up with my photography grp for discussions too.&lt;br /&gt;collect my photo from photofriend.&lt;br /&gt;snap my 3rd assignment for photography.&lt;br /&gt;shop and go woohoohoo for my new year clothes.&lt;br /&gt;make sure im enlisted into the SLs.&lt;br /&gt;hair modelling / dye my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adrenaline rush. its all healthy. but shit it might as well just kill me with the tight and packed schedule. sometimes i just wish God can squeeze 48 hrs into a day instead of a brief 24 hrs .. AHHHHH poly life. (or rather.. CMM life.. ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so hungry .. yet i feel like puking. im so oxymoronically contradictive. WOW. haha anw does anybody know how to write a prim and proper cover letter? cos ive got no idea how to write one at all. im messing up my cover letter man drats but who cares, its so skrewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sorry for not being to turn up for zm's 18th birthday dinner at marina bay.. like what i mentioned.. im just too .. caught up with my photography assignments and yeaa lah generally schoolwork. nat and i went to pay our respect to owen's late grandma at her funeral wake ystd. was a quiet one i guess. wanted to go to zm's bday dinner but i've decided not to since i've been having a lousy appetite and .. i just HAD to rush down to do my printing for my photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went dwn to aljunied to meet james and van.. james was feeling lousy ystd but i hope hes feeling better now. and james, if youre reading this.. no lah youre not a loser k. cheer up. so we took a 125 dwn to macpherson - silvertec .. the place where ms ng alws raves abt the power photography skills this mr goh possesses. but shit lah. went there and he cldnt do anything abt digital photos .. crap. had to rush dwn to cityhall peninsular plaza photofriend and checked out the price and services they offered.. they are pretty good i guess. so we entrusted them to the job of printing of our photos and blowing them up into clear 8R glossy photos! hope it'll turn out well man! and its pretty cheap too. $3.50/pc. better than the one at stamford house tht costs us a bomb. $8/pc for a lousily printed matt photo. yhucks. wld never go back there again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, any girls up for hair modelling? my friend from toni and guy acad is desperately seeking for hair models for the upcoming hairshow.. as long as you've got at least the same height as me (1.6m)but and generally pleasant looking, willing to try out smthg new, leave me a sms or just drop a tag k? your help will be v much appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110663713670227588?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110663713670227588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110663713670227588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110663713670227588' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110640526700361461</id><published>2005-01-22T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T23:57:47.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>audio adrenaline // pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im dead beat. and bloated. my stomach is ballooned up. man.. thanks to all the food lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my sis's hse w vince for lunch just now. woohoos. i love their house. its so spacious and i feel so tempted to ton there - i dont wanna go home, cos home is quite a painful place to go, at times. sighhs. had so much food, esp finger food. yummeee. collected my suit from her and took a bus dwn to compass point to look for a nice white shirt to match with my blazer but to no avail. sighhs. still missing ichigo bliss from mos burger. it tasted soo good. strawberries stuffed with vanilla ice cream, topped with frozen condensed milk. ohhh advertorial, puff. (journalism indeed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the side effect of shedding excessive tears is that you tend to feel sleepy for the remaining day .. and tis is what is happening to me now. i wanna snooze. zZzzz.. but im blessed to alws have someone to talk to, someone to encourage me and someone to sit down n hear me out. :) theres not a need to understand me cos i know no one will ever know. but hearin me out .. and TRYING to understand is good enurff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cny is coming and im so lookin forward to it. angbaos angbaos pls!! and an excuse to shop for more clothes. and an excuse to have more food, more drinks, more fun! i hope it'll be good this year. cos usually my cny sucks ah. what do you expect .. im such an anti social woman.. just couldnt bring myself to talk to relatives ive never talked before, or even worse, seen before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im losing my appetite for bloggin. somehow it seems hmm. insipid. tasteless. oh wells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was tryin to clear up the mess on my table ystd night. came across a few diaries, autograph books, letters back in sec sch .. flippin thru the pages gave me this bittersweet feeling.. brought me back to the days when peilin and i frictioned into major conflicts .. our recess girls .. those letters and bday cards from the girls.. haah i saw those torn letters stapled onto my diary pages. but well. the days were gone. even had small notes tht my sister pasted on the wall to encourage me .. pushing me on, asking me never to give up even tho the going gets rough. nostalgia.. OH NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what the heck, i love memories. they are the only things you can hold on to when everything fades. memories .. just like these photos.. how cld i forget em? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/formals.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;van &amp; i at G2000 trying out some formal attires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/grouppies.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;van, bhav, owen, jarrett and i slackin at taka macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/yourphotographer.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a photographer!! at chijmes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/spastic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spasm got the better of us.. NIKON SLR CAMS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/artssaapp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my drama team.. doing casting, muahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/artsapp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prawn and salim, the happiest dark figure ever lived* weeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/vainars.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes im bored and im hiao. vain pot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110640526700361461?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110640526700361461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110640526700361461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110640526700361461' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110622346464105031</id><published>2005-01-20T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T20:17:44.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;if i show you, i dont think you'll understand, cos no one understands..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mid term test for sem 2 has officially ended. this is the only time when i can truly proclaim tht im in love with my course, CMM, to the max! we only had one paper for this sem - feature writing journalism!! it wasnt very tough, and i wld consider it rather manageable. :) right now, i am having my term break. but i see no difference in having a break or not cos all of us are still so screwed with our photography assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when sch term restarts, all of us have to be in our formal wear for 2 days a week.. all the way till the retarded sem ends. yeah.. for per comm. urgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on tuesday, right after our test.. owen, bhavna k, jarrett, van, james, gina and i went town to shop for our formal attires. oh man it was really fun hanging out w them! and yupp, kegan joined us later. we went G2000 .. and after tht, to wisma, tangs, and to far east. was laughing so hard when jarrett and i were "bitching" abt tht guy in afro hairdo. and everyone was like punk'd-ing van till she peng.. haha. and we punk'ded those passerbys on the streets with our funny antics.. "xi mei ahhhhhh!!" and "AEIYAH!!" super funny! haha. miss those times sharing changing rooms with van and bhav!! hahaha. :P shopping with em was so fun can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most of em had to leave by arnd 7plus.. so james owen and i took a bus dwn to suntec to look for james' pants at topshop.. but cldnt find it. so we walked all the way to bugis. and there .. he found his courduory (spg?) pants at seiya topshop. bugis strt later. managed to get a skirt for myself and they kept making me laugh .. when i took forever just to decide which skirt to buy muahaha. we took some pics for tht day but i guess i'll upload it when i hve the time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love em man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeaaa. i think im still keeping alot of things to myself which i find it hard to let anyone know.. n i find it hard to let go.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing a long goodnight, forfeit any fight, refused to rest assure.. &lt;br /&gt;comes with no reply, hold on too tight.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110622346464105031?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110622346464105031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110622346464105031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110622346464105031' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110552855531114049</id><published>2005-01-12T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T19:20:41.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>planet shakers // unto you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in pain! im in pain! GRRH. thanks to the once-a-month thing! what only! it's not once-a-month but it's twice-a-month. never mind if you dont get me. but oh well, but im pain lah! wahlauu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to everyone who showered me with TLC recently LOL. im doing well, dont worry. esp bel, haha, thanks for flooding my doodle!! seeing you in sch makes me the happiest person on the earth cos we're so retarded together can!! and i love you, owen and vanessa.. for having the patience to listen to me and thnks for alws  being there for me.. the best pals i cld ever asked for yeaahhh. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth much happened this week la. so bear it with me if i have to rant abt some remotely boring uninteresting and random stuffs tht just pass thru my brain, starting from NOW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had my drama performance for my AAP just now. haha our grp was pretty fine i guess. the music and the voice projection screwed up quite abit. but overall, our audiences kept laughing at william cos he looked so comical with my black shawl wrapped round his dua tao (big head).  our classmate, this guy called taufiq, sang "i dream" during his play.. and it was like WOW. we were totally in awe of his impressive vocals. well, tht grp scored the highest anw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today percomm's lecture was interesting. mr. d. invited this ZA make-up professional (is it?) to coach us about the basics of grooming and taught us abt the basics of make-up. hahaha. yupp, thts poly life.. the things they teach can be so unpredictable at times. but im having more fun this sem. it wasnt as dry as last sem. and im beginning to learn how to cope w my stage-fright .. (esp during drama class too).. haha i bet this sem is more fufilling .. and poly has taught me the things i wanna learn, so thumbs-up for poly .. but it doesnt change the fact tht i still hate mmp. mmp sucks la. suckarooroo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmp is like learning accounting can? all the neverending formula .. just like the times back in sec sch when we had to memorize them from our A-maths textbook.. no difference, except tht the formula is longer now. van and i went dazed after albert toh's repeated explanations and we still looked like ..   HUH? hahaha mass comm indeed.. we are learning accounting .. like no link?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha cheerrioos. will be back soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110552855531114049?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110552855531114049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110552855531114049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110552855531114049' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110528527285365639</id><published>2005-01-09T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T00:03:50.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hillsong // magnificent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im not crazy, im just a lil unwell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey people, my blog is almost dead. ive not being able to update my blog religiously cos im so sick and tired. had a horrible week. not exactly the worst, but it's bad with alot of probs behind my back. woke up w a heavy heart each day, and had to smiled it all off when i had to go to school. danielle and i all shared the same sentiments. and danii said.. we all have to put on a facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever it is. i feel much better now. maybe due to the long talk with my bestfriend. maybe due to the buckets of tears ive shed on saturday. man it was really taxing to cry. cos at the end of the day, you feel so frail you just need to sleep 10 hrs straight. sometimes, when troubles get all overwhelming, you cant help it but to break down and cry. and wish you'd never have to stop. and when i felt like i NEEDED to go somewhere to cry, hidden from the rest, andrew had to stop me and questioned me why was my life so screwed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main prob was recognized by jensen. his advices thru the few months were all the same. "emelia, stop putting on a mask and be yourself. if youre not happy, den just cry.."  and he wasnt the only one who said that. kai told me tht too. cos we've realised the weaknesses of all human beings. we're all fallible and we get weak, we get tired, yet all of us want to pretend as tho we're strong.. like iron man. that kind of thing, you get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i thot my heart was becoming stone-cold. God saved me. i cant stand myself at times, living in my world of misery and wallowing in self-pity. altho i know tht my life is far better than some other miserable dying kids at some other corners of the world, i tend to get a bit pessimistic. i'll start to drift into morbid thots like why cant pampered kids be happy with the idyllic or intact family they have. why cant they be satisfied. why cant they appreciate what they have. WHY WHY WHY WHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. human are human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i start off another brand new week in school, i immediately realised tht its alrd the second week of 2005 and i really need to stick to my new year resolutions. yeah, cos i wanna be a better person this year, and live not solely for myself, bt for God. i really wanna make my life more worthwile and meaningful, instead of wasting it away with the unimportant things in life. but sometimes i really dont know how to live the way i should in order to please God. i really really need His grace, cos im not a perfect person.. theres many things i wish i ddnt do.. hahaha HOOBASTANK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110528527285365639?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110528527285365639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110528527285365639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110528527285365639' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110457283250617011</id><published>2005-01-01T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T17:53:32.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the format // im ready, i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;welcome, 2005!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my first entry for year 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new year eve was celebrated in a quiet manner. took a long long long stroll with jules and owen last night from parkway to eastcoast and to bedok. i guess we spent almost 2+ hrs, simply just walking around.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;east coast was filled with rowdy crowds at several pubs. the music was pounding and somehow everyone at eastcoast was grooving to the music.  i dont feel totally good recently so you can say, my new year eve was almost as good as being alone. was walking down eastcoast and all i cld see was people, booze, music, dancing and food. i thot new year eve cld be spent in a more meaningful way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im running out of inspiration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but arh. i dont like being part of a crowd. i dont like the idea of being surrounded by millions of people. in fact, i feel that the bigger the crowd is, the more lonely you feel. oh lonesome emelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but crap. i guess ive managed to lose some weight ystd from the 'trekking expenditure' last night, haha. we bunked over at jules' place for the night. and james came over later. honestly speaking we were too zonked out for anything. james fell asleep shortly after he arrived. and the remaining of us played board game. i was the loser, ah. drats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'sweet novemeber' movie was boring enough to put us to sleep. it was so uninteresting tht it cldnt even keep us awake for at least half an hour. blame it on the drumset in jules's room, we ddnt have much space to slp. haha. and james occupied the entire bed while the 3 of us squeezed like packed sardines on one pathetic mattress.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's year 2005. now what? -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm have a pile of assignments to clear up. and you know what? my next 2 years are gonna be like this year.  to do assignments while everyone is tralalaing away with faces beaming over the joyous festive seasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better bathe. family dinner. woots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110457283250617011?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110457283250617011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110457283250617011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110457283250617011' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110448983297395294</id><published>2004-12-31T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T17:31:54.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>united live // one way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy!! swiss miss chocolate sensation's hot choco tastes so gooooooooddd. it filled my famished stomach. okokie. as promised, my new year resolutions for 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- most importantly, move on with my walk w God. (which means, pray &amp; read my Bible more)&lt;br /&gt;- study harder, spirit of excellence wahaha no more procrastinating of projects and assignments.&lt;br /&gt;- to be a happier girl.&lt;br /&gt;- shed some fats, work out more. dumb bells, jogging (every monday), sit-ups.. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;- healthy diets. less oily food. more salads. (i see the aunty at mensa's salad bar stall smiling and grinning widely at me now)&lt;br /&gt;- stop being so indecisive!! (this is one useless resolution tho)&lt;br /&gt;- spend more time with myself.. like, read more books. (hmmmm, i love it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know all of you will say, new year resolutions are not meant for keeps .. but who cares cos im serious with mine. i think my resolutions are almost the same for each year, and i think ive made much progress in yr 2004. one of the most important things to me is that i really need to be aware abt working towards the spirit of excellence. with God's grace of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may there be less problems in each and everyone's life in the year to come. but well, life isnt a bed of roses. okie, maybe pray that you guys will emerge as stronger ppl as the turmoils of life may be almost threatening! hhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all the disasters hitting different nations, i must say i am not surprised at the slightest bit. hmm if you want me to say it in a simpler term, i just wanna say that the days are nearing to return of the lord. haha dont get me wrong, i am not being cold-hearted but i can alrd forsee what will happen in the next few yrs.. theres gonna be more pain and death.. disasters and even wars.. and till the lord returns to rapture His people, i pray that i may be one of them and .. my prayer is that He will preserve me till the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a talk with jules tht day and it just dawned on me tht we dont really have much time and we cant take each day for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, if you guys wonder how i look like with my glasses, check THIS out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/specs.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be a good girl (or NERD?) if i want to. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i shall take my leave here. may you guys have an enjoyable new yr eve's celebration. for those who are going to the nation's countdown, i hope tht you wont get moshed.. hahahaha saddist ah me! ill be going to julees' house together w owen + james.. sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:pink;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE, AND PLS PLS PLS. DONT DRINK &amp;amp; DRIVE.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, your 'merrying' might turn out to be one irony instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110448983297395294?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110448983297395294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110448983297395294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110448983297395294' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110441864992259631</id><published>2004-12-30T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T17:31:25.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>planet shakers // all i want is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day is nearing to an end. and we're heading towards year 2005 in just another 26 hrs? wow, time runs faster than man. BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt that 2004 is gonna end in such a pathetic way.. like how my family is torn apart between decisions, be it financial or social. seeing my parents fought scare the wits out of me last night. i took it all in my stride but i cldnt, all i could do was to bawl my eyes out for the whole night. many people told me ill be okay, but i dont think no one understands my family situation. my heart has never felt that painful before, as i see violence occuring in my family. cried buckets last night, for the entire 2 to 3 hrs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up with swollen eyes.. and looked extremely pale. thot my body was rooted to my bed, couldnt get up altho i tried my best to use all my might and strength. my eye lids were congealed.. so bad tht i cldnt open em at all. but eventually, wonders happened. i got up. i sat on my bed, looked into the mirror, wore my mask and headed off to face the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tht was a lil summary of how my day started off kicking today. but the later part of it got better as i set my mind apart from all the unhappiness and pain. i took great effort in trying to concentrate on my shootings in chijmes (for photography tutorial). but thank God for classmates, they made my heart smile quite a tweeny weeny bit :) the bus ride back to sch was truly enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/daniellemez.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danielle &amp; i at chijmes. arrh my eyes couldnt open lah, swollen shit. (but danielle said the glow of the picture was cool!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/danielleangelme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angel, danielle &amp;amp; i. by this time, our stomachs were alrd growling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our class's leonard. a retard man, big time! with the guys at the back - jarrett &amp; edwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/angelandher.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kungfu hustle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept thru'out the entire photography lecture. cldnt keep my eyes opened at all. had a meeting with my drama team from arts app. gosh i thot it was be terrible but it turned out good once we got down to do the casting and everything. william + leonard are one major comical combo man! made us laugh hysterically.. haha. got our roles fixed and i cant wait to see william complete the script. hes such a funny fella man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm time to come up my list of new yr resolutions! guys, let me know your resolutions yeah.. you can tag me! happy new year peepsies. hello 2005 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110441864992259631?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110441864992259631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110441864992259631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110441864992259631' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110405903890009001</id><published>2004-12-26T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T19:12:05.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sum 41 // we're all to blame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope it isnt too late to wish you guys merry christmas .. and yeah, happy new year! :) well, christmas is over. ar but we shld alws have that joyous feeling within us all year round, as we must be forever thankful for Jesus's birth. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently i shld be working on my assignments that are due this week. but unfortunately i cant get my mind and my heart on it so i might as well just fish out a portion of my time to blog. (since im too bored.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas eve was rather boring. had steamboat dinner with my family (xcluding my dad.)at home since sis and her hubby were coming over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the remaining of the night with siz, zhenyi and zhongming pushing and shoving people in town. we were actually very annoyed tht night as those people were too busy making merry that they were VERY oblivious to people's frustration. hate those banglas who purposely sprayed foam &amp; confetti right in your face when they alrd knew tht you were trying to shun it. kao. and zhongming was slapped by an ah-ma who supposedly thought zhongming sprayed at her. but zhongming was innocent and he started cursing that old ah-ma. haha the scene was rather funny, tho i must say zhongming was extremely pissed off.. haha but zhenyi and i couldnt help but laughed uncontrollably at him.. we went seperate ways after spending hours getting stuck on the streets of orchard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was the only person who had the slightest bit of festive mood.. but whatever. i have too many assignments to worry about and too many journals to be done. percomm journals, percomm tutorial, j2 story proposal, read up on mmp.. wah.. never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARR. ok ive finally turn off the music. peace, at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fatigue that hit me these few days are really getting into me, and it was so bad that i overslept today, and the 2523452345 wake-up calls from joy and etcetc didnt manage to wake me up at all you know.. i was sleeping so soundly and i had long series of dreams.. i was even late for 2nd service. woke up feeling groggy and had a bad stomach.. wanted to puke so badly eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewks. my mom just smacked a wet and warm smooch on my face. ("christmas is over and i havent sayang you!!") *wipes away mom's saliva*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. today's speaker during sermon was evan walker. ooo i have a crush on him. and cheryl has a crush on tht josh guy (PINKERTON SYNDROME *AHEM*) whahahaa. evan walker has an impeccable sense of humour man hahaha!! arr i was smitten by him boohoo. but whatever it is, im really looking forward to yr 2005 as i want it to be different. yeah, i really do. i really pray that God will give me the grace to break out from my usual being.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may 2005 be truly more fufilling and meaningful. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110405903890009001?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110405903890009001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110405903890009001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110405903890009001' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110373232914566693</id><published>2004-12-22T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T00:21:31.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the get up kids // my apology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall put a stop to all these depressing rubbish ahahaa. kill these depressing pores within my body. *whacks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy happy dim sum steaming in the pot..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the meet up with this girl pal of mine was rather short. i managed to get a brief review of what her recent life is all about. and listening to her problems make me feel like im listening to myself. you know why. cos our problems are similar. (xclude the bgr stuffs. im innocent and im spared from these kinda shit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chats with van &amp; owen made me realise how reclusive everyone is. not in a sense like we're anti social people but we just tend to bottle things up. a catalyst sparks it off, and there we go, we blow up like those highly flammable fluids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life has been packed with stuffs related to school. projects are streaming in alrd man .. and you know what. i really hate mmp. its hard to understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only module im enjoying now is arts app. it is simply ironic as i thought i wld hate tis module the most, but guess what. the lesson just keeps getting better with whacky classmates and funky tutor. we are supposed to form a grp and prepare for an upcoming assignment, which is putting up a drama and yeahh, our grades will be assessed from there. arts app is the only thing i look forward to when every new wk begins.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;OH NO. photography tmr. that will be terribly boring. goshhh. and lesson starts at 8am. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110373232914566693?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110373232914566693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110373232914566693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110373232914566693' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110365152076366481</id><published>2004-12-22T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T01:56:29.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>get up kids // out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill get to see you for 3 hrs tmr, my long-lost girl friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shoppin w my bro after sch today.. spent abt 20 bucks today .. but i love the stuffs ive bought. while strolling back home, my bro just brought up the issue abt people being too caught up with their own lives.. and i just kept quiet thru out .. tho deep inside me i know we are all living in a selfish world.. forgive me about being cynical. but reality hurts more than anything else. never mind those promises ppl make. they are empty promises anyways.. talk about trust. someone takes it and rips it apart.. talk about being superficial and shallow, everyone can relate to it. (yet i hope i cant.) talk about being generous. you give too much tht youve became drained. talk about friendships. "friends forever, i will be there for you" cliche it may sound.. everyones lying.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so am i.. still waiting, for this world to stop hating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up till this point, i know depressing entries aint entertaining.. so maybe i shld ramble on abt how happy ive been all these while.. there goes.. im being so fake alrd.. actually i dont know why im even blogging.. BLAHBLAHBLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truly i know.. everyone (as long as you're mortal) can fail you, no matter how many sincere (or may i add, pretensious sincerity) promises they feed you.. whoever who disagrees with me must be lying.&lt;br /&gt;thts why they say.. only God never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arr. i shldnt let depressed shit get into me. you'll get to see happier entries very soon.. i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110365152076366481?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110365152076366481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110365152076366481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110365152076366481' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110355655024101506</id><published>2004-12-20T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T23:29:10.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>michelle branch // one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that you've just apologised .. knowing well tht you've neglected me for 2 years meant so much to me. you dont know how much i miss you.. and ever since i left tht church, i ddnt really get to hear from you. i miss those genunine talks i had with you.. the times we got down to pray and just hanging around the cry room. but i remember so vividly that .. soon after some people got into the picture, our friendship kinda drifted.  i left the church cos i knew i wasnt growing .. you told me you felt really bad and down during that period of time. each year, i waited in anticipation hoping to hear from you or smthg, but the day never came - except for my birthdays. you rmb to send me a text msg annually to remind me that ive not been forgotten one bit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was so yesterday.. and i cant wait to see you on wednesday.. hopefully i wont feel as awkward as i think i would. so much precious memories trailing behind my footsteps.. yet i know they will never be forgotten. i embrace all memories - or at least, the good ones. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110355655024101506?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110355655024101506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110355655024101506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110355655024101506' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110303900851141739</id><published>2004-12-14T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T23:46:57.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the get up kids // im a loner rebel dottie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh ive lost the guilt show (by get up kids if you wanna know..) album. how can it be?! oh man. they are the only band i like. and they disappeared. how can! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today i just got hit by this very awful feeling during lecture. i cant pen it down in words but i just know it was really terrible cos suddenly i was just filled with gloom at tht transient moment. it was the same sentiment &amp; emotion tht came over me when i was some kind of suffering with depression. it was very obvious tht it wasnt from God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept thinking and i began to contemplate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i havent been talking to someone about how i really felt all these while. i guess i havent been v happy despite of the smiles ive been wearing on my face. and somehow ive been praying but sometimes i still feel kinda distant from God. is it tht ive done smthg wrong? or is it im just undergoing &lt;i&gt;wilderness&lt;/i&gt; as what some of you people wld call? and i dont feel like going to sch tmr, altho i know very well myself tht i shld do all things wholeheartedly just for Papa .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lousy. totally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110303900851141739?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110303900851141739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110303900851141739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110303900851141739' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110295606641923844</id><published>2004-12-13T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T00:47:06.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>planet shakers // rain down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some things are back to how it shld be from the start. my best friend alws :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason why i have to blog is b'cos recently theres several eventful activities tht have been happening.. such as my water baptism on saturday at east coast big splash. nat, owen, julia, vince, joanna, my bro, sis &amp; her hubby came and witness. it was a good experience, and quite a funny one tho. the youths were all laughing hysterically at me as i ddnt dare to walk into the waters.. and i was grabbing lipyong's hand so tight when i was inside the waters cos i cldnt get a grip of the sandy ground in the waters.. and i reckon i swallowed gallons of seawater. pst rupert was saying "i will now baptise you in the Blablabla etc" and i thot i was supposed to say Ok. so i opened my mouth and said "O.." and they immediately immersed me into the waters!! hahaha. yyupp. so 11th december 2004 marked my death and my birth in Christ.. thanks to my wonderful cg for the constant prayers, beautiful roses + green card! hee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with kayi, carissa, sally &amp; jingmin last wed. been eons since i last met up with em. miss em so much. and still missing em. girl-friends are one of the best things in life. they give you the care &amp; support you need. hahaha esp kayi .. sorry to spoil your shopping mood when i had to break down so abruptly.. but thanks for your comfort the entire evening.. love you woman! went to crystal jade for dinner and had so much fun with those girls.. and those fried squids tasted so yummiee i cld eat it all over again :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accompanied owen to town for christmas shoppin on friday with the BPC (except for nat &amp; jules). guess what? we saw jolin tsai shopping at far east. crappy lah. james kept following her but unfortunately i wasnt very interested in her. :&lt;br /&gt;as for today, i went to tamp mall with huimin, angel, nat and leonard (not leonard khoo pls) after lecture.. haha so fun lah. esp tht leonard guy. he was so freaked out by my funny &amp; weird antics tht he started to scream!!! hahahaa am glad tht angel and leonard are in the same class as me this sem.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just returned from the youth camp's service not too long ago. pst yang preached today and i thot the msg was superb - in a sense tht i think the youths can relate really well to it. taught us abt excellence - giving our best in ALL the things tht we do.. and they shldnt be slipshod. cos if we want to give glory to God, we shld excel in all the things we do .. in areas even such as studies, work, spiritual life.. little things like offerings to God.. is it blemished? is it the best? hmm, just food for thought. kaoo but ive never thought abt giving my best in all these kinda trivial matters.. but today's msg really convicted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie out. wont be blogging as much. i guess ive better things to do (soon) :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love, &lt;br /&gt;rebekah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110295606641923844?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110295606641923844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110295606641923844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110295606641923844' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110226491285570883</id><published>2004-12-05T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T00:45:32.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>planet shakers // closer to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few more agonizing hours to go before sch resumes as per normal. tell me how fun can it get!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hung up the phone. was chatting away with esther.. having girls' talk. hahaha kinda miss this woman but no worries i'll see her tmr in sch :) and she claimed tht my baptism name sounds ugly - usually named after girls tht are fat.. what the heck. whahaha. Rebekah is a nice name what! so after december 11th i'll be called emelia rebekah yip mei shan. (daphne, sarah and joy will call me emelia rebekah veronica yip. lol.) n as usual, esther was complaining away abt her relationship problems. haha. i guess they are just minor conflicts.. well unneccessary problems. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went church just now. attended my last baptism class based on the wilderness. and now im really looking forward to 11th dec. yes, thts my baptism date lah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis got me a new pair of glasses before she left for bangkok. met up with her on wed with my brother and all i can say is great bonding session for us lah. hahaha and my brother bought me this mary-janes shoes for my bday. took a fancy on this x:odus slippers which i managed to get on thurs. met ruoxuan (or shld i say amber? hehe) and joanna when i was walking dwn to ps on a particular day this wk.. havent seen xuan for a long long time alrd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out w nat this afternoon after my classes.. well nothing much i guess.. saw debbie at kino and we kinda chatted up for a while and she lamented abt how much shes gonna dread this sem blablabla no comments but poor thing.. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how how how!! schs gonna start!! i dont want!! ill be in the same class as nat and james.. thts gd news. but somehow im just not looking forward to it. who loves projects anw?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110226491285570883?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110226491285570883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110226491285570883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110226491285570883' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110173267718542810</id><published>2004-11-29T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T20:54:33.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chris tomlin // indescribable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just returned from town. muahah met up w jenn again. today's shopping was fruitless. tht woman, got high from laughing, as usual. (ZzZzz) wahahha. jenn, stop laughing so much and pls, save me from the embarrassment lah wahpiang!! (i can still rmb how tht guy sniggered to himself! GRRHHH.) sucha coincidence. was shopping at fareast when i bumped into cheeling &amp; pamela. and pam's friend is cheeling's friend like wht the heck the world is so small! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met some irritating encounters today. there was this uncle tht kept sucking up to both of us, and at the end of everything, he just wanted us to buy this 5 bucks ticket from him. hahaha and jenn was like so pissed. "SO FAKE LAH HE!!" and i saw emily again!! err. and we were crossing the road to heerens when there was this eccentric woman singing christmas carols at the top of her voice!! bizarre leh. and everyone was staring at her. i asked jenn - "aye, are we on GOTCHA or is she mentally unstable?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHBAHBAH but we did have fun walking around and acting like retards (ohh wait thts pretty normal for us!!) hehe hai if only i cld spend my entire life just being with my girl friends.. GOSH i dont want to go back to sch and face those heaps of projects!! hai i really dont want the hols to end i miss siz jinli jenn joanna jingmin kayi cat von peilin blablabla so many people but the short-lived hols just have to end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whts worse. mom called and ruined my beautiful evening by shouting on the phone. &lt;br /&gt;whts new anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days back rahul and i were chatting on msn and he had me transformed into a green-eyed monster within minutes. why? cos it was snowing over his side at canada. wow thts like my dream man - to see genuine snow and not man-made snow at snowcity!! kao.  then my christmas wld be different. but i predict its not gonna happen anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLABLABLAH. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110173267718542810?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110173267718542810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110173267718542810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110173267718542810' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110153904228823890</id><published>2004-11-27T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T15:04:02.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beatles // last christmas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming, and sch is starting. dreadful dreadful. anyhws, ive been wrking and going out lately. meeting up with friends is sucha nice feeling. got to meet up with jennjenn on wednesday. what the heck, miss this woman like siao. hahha we went shopping and it was rocking fun can!  ahaha after goofing arnd at far east, we ran all the way to the train station as it was pouring. then there were 2 guys in front of us, running in such a funny manner and we started roaring with laughter. those 2 guys turned and smiled at us and they "glided" away with their flat shoe-soles. needless to mention, we were soaking wet. but jenn, you have to thank me for offering you my jacket. :\ after tht we bought tori-q lunchbox and settled down on the stairs of taka to chat &amp; eat. really had fun with this woman. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm came and i went to meet raj (busy woman eh!!) haha. went cartel for dinner.. had steak in order to satisfy my craving. actually cartel's food isnt really tht fantastic and i dont see why they can get so many customers at times. arr. whatever. so we just walked arnd town and suddenly i remembered i cld just walk dwn to dhoby to get my pay. but what infuriated me was tht i cldnt get my pay lor! why? cos marlene didnt submit my punchcard! ohmy. this is crap lah. of all people, they've forgotten my punchcard. what kind of rubbish is this. so pissed leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was spent with my cg members.. and also joanna and co. it was cindy's bday so our cell went to catch the incredibles at cine. it was a funny show and i think jack jack is really adorable and lovable yipppeee. however, the sound effects were really loud and i found it disturbing. went to meet joanna, xueting and qianyi at fareast after the movie. it seriously wasnt v enjoyable as we were rushing thru'out the entire outing. but jo said i shld appreciate it cos we wont meet up again when my sch starts. i thought i shld agree with tht. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ve been playing the sims2 recently. quite an addictive game but eventually the game will lose its vibe when every sims in your family gets promoted easily in their careers. and this is bad cos it's happening to my family in the game. no more kick alrd la. haha. but its good lah in a sense i dont get addicted to it and idolise my game, lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ok im logging off. having my family dinner ltr. my sis's bday's celebration. tmr is owen's baptism ceremony. owen, you're a new man now! YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110153904228823890?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110153904228823890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110153904228823890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110153904228823890' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110113773743629699</id><published>2004-11-22T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T23:35:37.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now that im living as a child of God, my EVERY road leads to the Cross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110113773743629699?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110113773743629699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110113773743629699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110113773743629699' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110087944719930915</id><published>2004-11-19T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T00:47:13.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rufio // road to recovery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emelia is back..&lt;br /&gt;*suspense suspense*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*by popular demand* wahahhaha. shucks how can i be so thick skin.. but yeah, i was just kidding!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.to keep you updated, i turned 17 last saturday! i didnt have a "blast" but it was sure a fantastic time of bonding btw me and my family. it has been a long time since i last felt so close to my family.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entire week has been a emotional-roller-coaster-ride for me. i can say i felt the highest and lowest peak with God.. esp on my bday (GENs UNITED MEETING). God spoke to me thru a speaker regarding my problem with reading His word. oh man when i was there i was like really dumbstruck and in awe when the speaker prayed for me.. i mean, how wonderful is it to have a God to know you inside out when you aint worth all tht attention.. it was one of the best bday i cld ever wished for.. i cld feel His presence.. i can even use the word - tangible to describe it.  hehe. oh yesss. back to my bday outing with my family. we went billy bombers at parco to have my bday dinner.. i was the one who suggested the dining place.. actually i know tht my parents hate western food. but my dad knew tht it was my bday so he just kept his mouth shut and just said nevermind, told me to pick whatever i wanted. haha but my mom complained continuously as usual. LOL. such coincidence to bump into denise my lil junior back in gmss there.. shes wrking there man, shock of my life. wahaha. "emelia! dont need to ask la! no staff discount for you! wahhaa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my whole family later got so fascinated by our very own camera phones and we all started to take pictures of random stuffs.. and mom decided tht we shld cut the cake at the restaurant.. so we did. my brother had actually persuaded my mom to get a mango fruit cake for me. so my dad PURPOSELY took those spastic pictures of me. alot of pics man! with his phone somemore. my family was like laughing over my spastic poses hahaha but its okay lah.. we all had fun! after dinner, we strolled to coffee bean cafe to have a cup of tea with em. hehe had a nice chat with my bro-in-law and i love my sister and her hubby. they asked me what i need for my bday and i said a pair of jeans. we did try at different shops before but none of em was to my liking.. only the levi's 593 series fit me and my bro-in-law told me to get em and they wld sponsor $70 for me and yipeeee. ahaha. but shit man, the size is kinda too big for me. i shld have gotten a 25 instead!! GRR hahaha and the following came my mom's ang bao of $50.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw.. a million thanks to those who keep my bday in mind. to those who bothered to msg me and wished me. to those who bought me presents. so sorry tht i ddnt reply you guys .. but there were too many sms so i thot it was rather impossible to reply you guys, but still, i wanna say a big thank-you!! im such a blessed girl who has great people arnd me.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/IMG_4646.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the presents ive received.. thts not all lah. but haha just a glimpse of a few pressies ive gotten. well i love the presents.. but i love you guys even more.. never mind if its just a small $5 voucher or what.. (hahahaha kennnieee.. :P) but the thought is there and i appreciate it alrd.. really! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/IMG_4599.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a bouquet of purple tulips sure made my birthday more colorful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/IMG_4600.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but too bad they've alrd withered *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for making my 17th birthday wonderful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110087944719930915?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110087944719930915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110087944719930915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110087944719930915' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110023464188163305</id><published>2004-11-12T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T13:24:41.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ashlee simpson // pieces of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom asked me to buy my own bday cake. *sighs* i mean.. hey it's my bday and shes asking me to buy my own bday cake? forget it, id rather not have a bday cake then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont mean to sound bad or anything along that line. but i know it better than anyone - that my mom hates spending on anyone of us. shes too uptight abt this entire money issue. whenever im in need of money, she never fails to ask me to request from my dad. I HATE THIS TOTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what you guys will say.. &lt;br /&gt;"your mom loves you lah, dont think so much.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.. well.. maybe she does. but does she love money more than she love me? that i cant be sure of .. even i got problem dealing with this question regarding my love for God. do i love money more than God? sometimes it's really hard cos we're in a selfish world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this issue abt parental love, im sure many teenagers can easily relate &amp; identify to &amp; with it.  was reading jenn's blog and i feel happy for her.. at least shes experiencing love.. as for me, the only time i thot my mom loved me was when i once fell extremely sick &amp; ill.. (it happened last year).. during the SARs period and i had a prolonged fever.. the doctor insisted tht i shld go to hospital. i refused to go hospital and i wailed like a stubborn baby. tht was the first &amp; only time i saw my mom broke down and cried FOR ME and she claimed tht she felt really helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but other than tht, somehow im not so sure.. i cant seem to communicate with my parents. sometimes i can say it loud &amp; proud tht ive tried.. but it doesnt seem to work out, for both my dad &amp; my mom.  thinking back, i usually find comfort in Jesus, friends and of cos, my siblings.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of depressing and emotional entry. i guess whatever i say wont make me feel one bit better.. arr. sian diao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110023464188163305?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110023464188163305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110023464188163305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110023464188163305' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-110019571607872953</id><published>2004-11-12T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T02:02:11.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sonic flood // i lift my eyes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;2 more days to my bday! SATURDAY!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey everybody. ive finally managed to rid my previous dull blog template. arr. dont you think this looks more yummy? *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup and ive got a doodleboard up! say goodbye to boring flooble! with doodleboard you can customize the colors of your tagboard and everything.. so hip! waahaha. whats better? you can upload photos! :) wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you may be wondering.. "wah, how come emelia so free today? still can change blog template?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah i asked bern and jenn out today. they were supposed to call me after their respective activities.. but i ended up wasting my life today in vain. never got to hear from em just now and so all i cld do was to sit in front of my comp.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to get out from this mundane lifestyle. everyday im like working nonstop like a robot at bakers (the word is mechanically.. thts right).. lifeless you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took 1 hr to break out from this routinized lifestyle of mine this evening. my brother and i actually went jogging together.. after months (maybe years?) of bumming, i thot i shld get myself down to some serious workout.. if not fats will just ooze out in all directions from my body (which alrd is occurring *guilt struck*) .. i think my stamina sucks now man. after a few metres of intense jogging, i felt giddy and almost passed out. but nvm, i will improve!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.. thanks to those who actually bothered to wish me "happy  birthday" in advance.. glad to have friends who remember my bday w/o having me to tell em. hahaha :) sweet. they are total blessings :) thank you rein for the surprise &amp; choco crepe at marche!! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehee. gdnite.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-110019571607872953?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110019571607872953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/110019571607872953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110019571607872953' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109989349353713164</id><published>2004-11-08T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T14:05:10.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>planet shakers | big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a super duper long day yesterday man. nevertheless, it was an enjoyable day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met vincent &amp; yvonne in the morn to attend church. it was kinda shocking to see so many new "cell grp members" but it's good that the cell is expanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, nat, daph, vince, andrew &amp; i sat at OB cafe to chit-chat. wow im really impressed with andrew's knowledge! haha. got to learn so much new things.. 2 things i found it really interesting. did you guys know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the noah's ark was found?&lt;br /&gt;-the red sea was discovered? there was a straight/linear line of chariots and bones found in the sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a good laugh haahha andrew is a natural joker. (zhey!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;530pm came. nat &amp; i left for my bdae celebration.. took a train down to lil india. i got kinda claustrophobic with many indians arnd sia. they are kinda scary. kept pushing one another. :( called gina to find out that i was tricked!! my celebration venue wasnt lil india can!! so we took a train dwn to hougang (poor NAT!!) haha and met jules, owen, gina &amp; van there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually the celebration was held for james &amp; me. but james is missing, STILL. he has gone to japan for more than a wk alrd and everyones so worried for him. thru'out the journey , everyone was like whining abt how much we all missed him.. hai i miss james alot too. hes like the star of the clique. &lt;B&gt;JAMES WHERE ARE YOU? &lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they brought me to gina's restaurant instead - Black &amp; White. kao. a surprise indeed!! but i alrd got this gut feeling thatthey wld hold the celebration there! so.. neh ni neh ni poo. lol. this "restaurant" is special cos it's in a flat. YAH. flat. (your eyes aint playing tricks on you..) it was nicely decorated with wine bottles and the atmosphere is extremely romantic.. plus the warm welcome of the cute director, mr. stewart fu wahahahahaha.. (no wonder many were like swooning over him.. im fine tho :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a 5-course meal. the price really sucked man. but the food was pretty good. the presents were.. erm. *interesting* *surprising* *dengdengdeng* indeed. made me so malu. haha even had to ask the waitress to face the walls. the whole event was successful, a great bonding session and may you allow me to say, it's quite a blast. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had Jacob's Creek. yummy. van got abit tipsy later on and her whole face turned red and everyone kept asking her if shes ok but she said shes sober. LOL. initially i felt abit giddy too but after awhile i sucked on a lemon and had a "sour rush" shot to neutralise the alcohol. but dont worry, our alcohol intake wasnt those intensive sort. so we were all ok. except for VAN. it was meant to perk up the celebration mood but van .. hai. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a bdae cake to end off the celebration. the crew came in with a choco bdae cake and belt out a bday song to me. sweet :) thanks guys! and one of the staffs there - isaac is just so knowledgeable abt the Bible man! and they said a prayer for me after the birthday song.. as a blessing lah :) so nice right. hehe dont be jealous k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;BPC&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im very grateful to have a bunch of close-knitted friends .. indeed God has granted me a group of friends i can rely on spiritually &amp; emotionally. thanks for the surprise, food, laughter, and everything else! you guys are the greatest &amp; best friends i can trust in.. in good times and bad times.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU. :) and we miss james..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109989349353713164?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109989349353713164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109989349353713164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109989349353713164' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109967721724704754</id><published>2004-11-06T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T01:58:13.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>totally HEARTBROKEN to the max. sian diao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand certain things. sometimes being a nice person (or daughter) with good intentions are POINTLESS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im extremely upset with my mom.  the moment i stepped into the house just now, she passed a very bothering comment.. "you've been working leh, why didnt you give me any money HUH?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd the reason im v disappointed abt .. was that.. yesterday i spent my evening at plaza sing's carrefour to get something for my family since ive gotten my pay of (a pathetic) $100. knowing that cake is my mom's fave food, i bought it for her.. and i bought some other food for my bro also .. when i told her i bought her stuffs cos i've gotten my pay, she showed no appreciation at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i dont care for this family, why would i even bother to buy stuffs for you all?! if i dont care, i cld have spent this sum of money on myself. somemore this sum of money is to pay for my bills.. and the money ive owed my brother. so she claimed tht im just making up excuses. like, hello? $260 is hard to earn ok, esp when you're working at bakerzin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kao. and i told her, ive tried to show tht i care for you all by buying stuffs for you all. so she retorted back and argued "so? it's just a cake what!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN. can u imagine how i feel? wahpiang eh, yah i know cake is like NO BIG DEAL to you. but what do you expect of me out of 100 bucks. my sister and i have been tolerating her for like years alrd. i cant help but rmb what my mom did to my sis last year. kept demanding money frm her. what the heck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and next, she suggested tht she shld reduce my allowance. she compared me to my brother, saying that he, as a uni student, get the same amount of me - a poly student. she said tht isnt fair. she argued and insisted i shld get less. and she dragged some stranger into this topic saying tht this particular person only gets $30 a wk. BUT SO WHAT. i pay for my own bills. and i didnt even complain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the very funny thing is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her a few days back tht i want to get a 2nd bank accnt cos i wanted to own seperate accounts - one for savings and one for expenditures. so she shouted at me "open for what? you dont have much money what!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dont you find what she said totally dont MATCH? like, hello? i have v lil money, and now you want me to give you money? and she just wldnt allow me to open my new account. i mean, hey, what do you know? im old enough to know how to manage my finance? and i kept on telling you i needed to change my hp plan but you refused to listen, saying tht im only wasting money. and what happened? my bills escalated like siao. fed up man. and my sis totally agrees with me - mom just wants things her WAY, doesnt matter if she understand the situation or not. sometimes she demands so much from everyone, even my dad.. thts why my dad often gets v pissed off with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my main concerns here are only 2 issues.&lt;br /&gt;1) shes always wanting this and that to be done HER WAY. shes too DEMANDING. and its very taxing on us, the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one very fine example.  like when she &amp; my dad have a fight, she will INSIST that we as her kids shld intervene.  when i refuse to check out my dad's whereabouts (due to awkwardness), she will hurl hurtful comments like - "i dont know why i give birth to you.... mei you yong!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) why cant she just be easily contented &amp; satisfied? lil things i do &amp; say to show tht i care, she doesnt appreciate it. well, thts it lah.  my sis just messaged me and told me not to buy any more stuffs for her alrd - next time just give her CASH. fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. i think ive gotta go alrd. &lt;br /&gt;very upset. &lt;br /&gt;ive been asking God for help just now - to curb my temper &amp; prevent me from screaming back .. hai. ve been suppressing it man. but i feel better after ranting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k lah. off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109967721724704754?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109967721724704754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109967721724704754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109967721724704754' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109941934464023109</id><published>2004-11-03T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T02:15:44.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mariah carey | underneath the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently feeling really drained out. just returned from work. fullshift somemore sia. i worked for 10 hrs today! killer man. but yen and i laughed so much this afternoon. jon lim is another joker man. we had 'eng lesson' just now. learnt how to speak perfect english, with flawless pronounciation. lol. and the 'milk issue' really cracked me up man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, many have asked me where have i gone to lah.. didnt see me online for quite some time alrd. firstly, yeah, im too busy working at Bakerzin. secondly, trying to fish out some time to do some reading.. ive got many books lying arnd, collecting dust alrd.. and not forgetting, the Bible. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last sunday was significant for me. attended my first baptism class. initially i hate to admit i was bored out quite abit but gradually it intrigued me more and im really excited for my upcoming baptism. really want to live a different life and to be "bornt again".  was reading my Bible ystd and im beginning to find it more and more interesting.. like in John, theres a verse saying to be able to really see God's kingdom, you have to be bornt again - in spirit &amp; in water. (baptism in the Holy Spirit &amp; in water), if im not wrong. anw, had a really nice chat w tushaar. hes an amazing guy man! thanks to tushaar :) he has indeed helped me alot w my questions abt the Bible. well, everything is just so timely man. managed to find this life-appication Bible on my sister's desk &amp; it's pretty interesting.. enables me to grasp what God is trying to say to me more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, October has been the worst month for me this year so far.  not many ppl know this, but ive been spiritually attacked for many many times this month. and i felt awfully low-peak, depressed and i thot i was going to give up on my walk w God.  but thank you Pst Daniel for praying for me.. well, whatever it is, i wont let the devil get a foothold of me K!! no longer.  :) im gg to fight this battle man.  if God is for me, who can be against me right? :) a good news - a dear friend of mine accepted Christ.. :) praise God yessss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis &amp; her hubby came home on sunday evening. haha. had so much fun with em over dinner at home... and after dinner, we took a train down to bugis for some window &amp; grocery shopping.. it was short spanned but it was great.. family-bonding time!! we spent sunday night at coffee bean sipping on cups of latte and my malibu *did i get this right* dream.. yummyyy. and not forgetting the choco of a thousand leaves cake.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk v sian man. gg out tmr to get someone's 21st bday pressie.. wahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to meet BPC this sunday sia. james &amp; ME - our birthdays celebration.. and for the rest of the week, i'll be slogging my guts out at bakerZin again. *yawns* gdnitez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109941934464023109?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109941934464023109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109941934464023109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109941934464023109' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109881268781822203</id><published>2004-10-27T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T02:07:29.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>justin timberlake | senorita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aloha! major announcement. someone's birthday is approaching soon! who who? haha yours truly. *ME LAH, who else, dont look away* &lt;strong&gt;13th november okay&lt;/strong&gt;. traditionally, my family will go dinner together.. i guess it will be the same this year.. and i'll go and celebrate with my friends on the other days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. suffering frm indigestion now. the last meal i had was at 4pm! you wannna know why? haha i went to sakae sushi at wheelock's with rein just now.. had sushi buffet. wah its madness lah. i ate like siao man. laughed like siao also. rein was so hilarious that he made me laugh so freaking loud that the caucasian turned and smiled at him. waahahahhahaa. wow its been a long time since we met huh! and he nvr fails to make me laugh like a siao char bo. he paid 25 bucks for the buffet while i paid 7 bucks. worth it sia! LOL. and managed to get letters from him! hes such a dear friend!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrk on monday wasnt that bad. in fact time passed faster than expected. i think it was due to john's presence lah huh! he seemed to be enjoying work! thts good! monday was a super-slack-day sia. empty tables &amp; chairs. breathing chilly air inside the restaurant. silence. but jon yeow was super lame lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aye jon, how ah, my stomach feels funny leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh is it? so is it laughing now?" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arr. you know it's sucky when you're on the train and you see a couple in front of you, hanky pankying. so irritating. PDA : public display of affection. tht was what i witnessed on monday when i was taking a train to bakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pair of china couple was like sitting opposite of me. and the girl was wearing a tank top, but it was super skimpy lah, showing half of her B**Bs alrd. and this woman was like touching her bf (supposedly) all over.. -.- and the 'uncle' beside me had his eyes plastered to the woman's you-know-what and i think he cld have just nose bleed a pool man. wahseh so disgusting. and the man was like grinning from ear to ear.. that kind of lustful look. whahhaa. oh well, but i chose to close my eyes and listen to my music instead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work, i was walkin home &amp; i suddenly thot of yivon. so i called her and asked her if she was free. so i went up to her hse and gave her some pastries from bakers. haha she is a lucky girl man (to have me as a friend). lol. the timing was just perfect as she was complaining tht she was really famished. so.. yup. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no. and i wonder how im gg to slp tonight. just had a 4-hr nap. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109881268781822203?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109881268781822203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109881268781822203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109881268781822203' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109868374782462364</id><published>2004-10-25T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T13:58:01.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Better than the riches of this world&lt;br /&gt;Better than the sound of my friend's voices&lt;br /&gt;Better than the biggest dreams of my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Better than getting what I say I need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Better than living the life that I want to&lt;br /&gt;Better than the love anyone could give&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold me now in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And never let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You oh lord make the sun shine&lt;br /&gt;And the moon light in the night sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You give me breath and all your love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my heart to you because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stop falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stop falling in love with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stop falling in love with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109868374782462364?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109868374782462364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109868374782462364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109868374782462364' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109863419429514036</id><published>2004-10-24T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T00:16:23.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wu yin liang pin | shen bian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went bowling with sarah, max, chris, joy, wyang &amp; kenneth pa today.  bowling alley at katong was FREEZING COLD!! had quite an enjoyable time :) initally i managed to hit a few strikes but gradually my skill worsened man! washed &amp; cleaned the drain for a couple of times. grr, irritating. dont care. must train myself alrd. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been doing any strenuous exercises. man i feel fat!! GRRH. i cant believe it sia. recently i just kept bumping into ppl i havent seen for years or months. today i was talking to nat after service.. and i saw calvin!! yeah my ex senior from gmss. hahaa so amazing ah he came to visit my church. and he told me he went jc for a year and dropped out to go NP mass comm!! URGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. :( nvm, i love cmm still i shall remain faithful :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;pictures for the day&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/tongueees.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenn's tongue is scary :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orange &amp; neon pink bowling balls. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy &amp; ME :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth, your PDA resolution sucks!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109863419429514036?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109863419429514036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109863419429514036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109863419429514036' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109855161743050619</id><published>2004-10-24T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T01:27:15.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>united live | where the love lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns* what a great day i had today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today isn't JUST another saturday. hahaha. today cell meeting was abit more special. we made our way to marina bay for a wonderful time of kite-flying session. haha, its been eons since i last laid my hands on a kite. but the experience was all fantastic &amp; fun. reminded me of the last time i went there with jinli if im not wrong. had so much fun today lahh. :) we started off with my kite flying at the FURTHEST and FASTEST rate. haha salute me, people!! i am a pro in kite-flying!! everybody, say YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ah, dajie &amp; andrew played cheat. they bought another roll of string and attached to their kites.  those 2 kites then flown the furthest &amp; fastest. *shrugs* haha and andrew's string was extremely long that it landed on this construction area and the bangla worker started pulling the string for andrew. wahahahhahaha SUPER FUNNY i think dajie &amp; i laughed like siao.  but soon i got tired of flying my kite so i started to retrieve the string back. dratssss my string snapped when the strength of the wind was opposing the fast rate i was pulling the string (or rather, tugging). after that i went to hunt for my kite, only to find it stuck on a tree! :( *sighhh* my POWER kite, gone with the wind.. urr. i mean, tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arr. and joy baked a cake for the bday ppl! yumyummyumm. so nice ah the choco cake. but i believe it was very much infested with insects after we left it on the field for quite awhile. and i think our cell's crazy lah. hahaha thrown food at dajie's face &amp; hair. lol. sounds childish man but it's all child-like harmless fun :P oh yes,i bumped into junnan today at marina bay! hahahaa hes my primary sch friend. saw this person staring at me and i got my eyes fixed on him (not cos i think hes cute but i found him familiar..) the whole time. so i kinda waved at him and he smiled back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my hair cut 2 days back with gina, vanessa at toni &amp; guy acad.. stefanie came along too. hmm its kinda bad lah. initially i thot it was okay but now... *sobs* but nvm, made friends with my hairstylist. a nice lad by the name of alex. it may be good cos hes doing free lance on manicuring and hairstyling. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was washing my hair that day, this guy suddenly came and asked me if i was from gmss, and i said yes. and he knew my name somemore. so he popped up a question - "didnt we meet once before?" i tried to recall, but to no avail lah. den he asked me "do you know weiming?" *GRRRH* okay, like yah i know weiming. so i rmbed. he looks like weiming. yea, hes weiming's cousin lah. what a small world right. hes a student there also! small small world indeed. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met marcus at suntec after cutting my hair. arr. cldnt recognise him too. someone yelled "emeliaa!!" so i turned back to find this person smiling at me. it took me 10 seconds to recall who he was and he passed a casual comment before bidding goodbye.. "hey emelia, you look so different alrd.." so is it for the better or worse? hmm, i didnt ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAH. small world right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, had a nice chat with owen on msn just now. hmmm, must say he made me feel both happy &amp; awful. well owen, you're a great friend man! i hope we can continue to encourage each other like what we're doing now! :) and yeahhh. we shld help each other in ALL ways and change for the better :P knowing you isnt a coincidence at all yeahh. (pls dont revert to your ahbeng mode ok. mm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupyup, and ive got my results back. all i can say is, without God's grace, i wont be where i am now. i may not be the smartest and most intelligent person in CMM, but i think God has pulled me thru this tough sem.. and tho my grades arent fantastic, but it was MUCH better than expected, it was far greater than just satisfactory.. so all glory to God la. noo supp paper for me yippeeeeeeeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, gonna turn in alrd la!! got church tmr.. and man im gonna work like crazy next wk. marlene put me for like 4 days. and theres long hrs. but i guess john is going to work with me on monday? hahaa. yes boy, you got in to BAKERS!! with me!! haha :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109855161743050619?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109855161743050619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109855161743050619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109855161743050619' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109820908004946874</id><published>2004-10-20T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T02:21:30.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hillsongs | need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart has been feeling really heavy since i stepped home. and it will be a lie to say im feeling alright now. (cos, like duh, im not..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out the salary i got was alot less than expected. i dont know why. arr. i came home &amp; got a scolding from my brother. cos i owed him money for my mobile lah.  i wanted to return 50 bucks first. and he said he wld rather have me pay him everything at one shot. and he said i still owed him money such as my mom's birthday cake, my dad's past-bday pressie. but i cld recall quite clearly that i've alrd returned him the money for my dad's pressie. oh well, whatever lah huh.. to make matters worse, he reminded me of the monthly cable's (internet) bill that i shld be contributing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another issue based on my hp bills nearly killed me. he checked my bill online, and only to find out my latest bill cost up to $150 (for 2 months). wow. i seriously have no idea how to pay all these debts lah k!! i think i can slog at bakers inn for the rest of my life alrd. and the major contributing factor to my hefty sum of bill is due to the calls lah. dont know why that previous 2 months my friends all liked to call me and ask me stupid questions. waste my money sia. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so current debt: &lt;strong&gt;$150 + $110 = $260.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking from the bank seems like the easiest thing to do. but then, i still have alot of things to pay for. heard theres 2 upcoming class outings? i doubt i got the cash to go anywhere alrd la. travelling alone cost me a bomb.. ( or maybe 148912381 bombs)&lt;br /&gt;living in singapore is so stressful. pap - pay and pay. im considering to get a skate scooter to be my means of transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres some of my friends.. they dont even have to pay for anything. their moms are like paying everything for them and they can still take things for granted. i really dont understand why. sorry lah, im not comparing, but just wish ppl wld appreciate some things they have .. the benefits they have over others.. and instead of helping me, my mom still asked me to give her treats since i got my (very pathetic) pay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah, shan't complain too much. most probably will just find one more job lah. no big deal. better clear off my debts. or else .. i'll be dead. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another issue thts bothering me now is NEXT WEEK lah. marlene was like asking me when i can work next wk, and when i can fill in my schedule. but im seriously aint sure myself mah. i dont even know if ive to take any supp paper or not. but then if i dont fill in my schedule, ill miss out one wk of work which means i have less cash to earn to pay off my debts.. oh no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously cant touch my bank anymore. cos as you know. my mom never pay anything for me (ok you can exclude breakfasts...) so you know .. aiya. i shld just stop grumbling. im starting to feel that my entry is too financial-oriented.  maybe you guys wont understand that. i think only jenn can relate to my problem.. and maybe only SHE can feel my pain lah. HAHAHAHA right jenn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all this long entry of grumbling and lamenting, ive realised that this is rather futile. at this point of time, i think i better stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whts with you people arguing over an entry of mine? &lt;br /&gt;danny, all i can say is.. God never forces us to do anything. alot of things happened due to the choices we make in life. like what my pastor said, if salvation is guaranteed, what for go to church? just go ahead and sin like no one's business.. but being a christian is all about taking up the cross and following Christ's way .. and no, my entry wasnt trying to "target" at any church. im not judging any church. i have no right to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, haha eme went for a movie ystd. catched "white chicks" with owen and nat at cine.. it was really a funny &amp; hilarious show lah. but kinda lame too sia.  haha but i like VANESSA CARLTON's thousand miles.. *mimicks the black guy's actions* *gestured "SHOPPING" in an extremely bimbotic manner* wahhahaa! had a great time with bpc.. vanessa totally cracked me up. and nat's company made me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah. gotta go .. im working tmr again.. sianness man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109820908004946874?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109820908004946874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109820908004946874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109820908004946874' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109803436938592605</id><published>2004-10-18T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T01:43:28.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hillsongs | fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM A MAJOR SADIST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask nat and you'll know lah.. *burst into laughter* &lt;br /&gt;i woke up pretty late today as i slept kinda late last night. so needless to say, i missed the morning svc man. wah thank God jensen got smthg on in the morning so he told me we cld go to church together.. today the sermon was rather direct, which joy and i strongly agreed. so yeahhh. good lah. preached abt the twisted &amp; manipulated gospel in the churches nowadays -- hyper-grace msg. yes, theres no such thing as "once saved, always save.." and it just goes to show how tough christianity is lah. sometimes i get really discouraged with myself.. im just like a pendulum swing, swinging from side to side but no progression in my spiritual walk. as i think abt it, sometimes i even feel like giving up. but, yeah. thanks joy for the encouragements.. maybe i shld start asking God for the grace to bring me thru this life WITH HIM. never want to run this race in vain.. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after church a whole big grp of us (primarily my cell la) went to some stall at katong to have lunch. errrr. jensen was like teasing me abt the *stomachache issue* okay okay thats it. hhahaha. took a bus down with jensen to nat's house. the journey was like super long sia. but anw, she got a nice cosy bedroom lah.. den i was all hyped up and i went crazy (with her blanket, muahahah). so after that i played the sims2 on her laptop. thts the funny part lah. cos the sims2 right, you can create how your individual character looks with the customization of the eyes/hair/jawlines and everything.. so i created these 2 hideous and ugly looking characters with quirky &amp; eccentric styles of dressing oh man it was so funny i cldnt stop laughing waahhahahahaa and nat went 'siao' also lah. i was labelled a &lt;strong&gt;sadist&lt;/strong&gt; thru'out man.. but soon, i got tired of playing cos i realised the characters were way too ugly -- so ugly that i didnt want to continue playing anymore. even nat also got sick of playing it. she claimed that the characters ive created made her feel sick. wahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah thts all for today. i think im meeting BPC tmr!! wahahaha. and before that im rushing to town to meet esther, carryn and michelle. errr. maybe ill need to meet jean and joanna too? wahh, another hectic day tmr!! but nvm, it's better than staying home and talking to my 4 walls .. or perhaps worse, talking to myself (i always do...).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last question before i end.. this question always make me ponder alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: What is your purpose of living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, i know i sound extremely contemplative but come on man, let's face it anyway! maybe you can ask yourself this question? okay, emelia signing out of her blog right now. you ppl have a blessed day ahead! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109803436938592605?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109803436938592605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109803436938592605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109803436938592605' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109786086882914050</id><published>2004-10-16T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T03:00:04.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stacie orrico | strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks mr vincey for making the trip down to town to accompany me to change the perfume! i saved 2 bucks, you wasted 10 bucks. lol. my apologies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jensen my best friend in town!! wahahah he invited me to his granny's house at orchard to have dinner. somemore his granny is leaving for shanghai on sunday. so i just dropped by to pay a visit. haha it feels so good to see him again.. i mean, its been a long time we really talked.. and seriously, now i feel hes really like the BEST. jensen besttttie, dont know if youre gonna read this, but i dont care lah, youre my true best friend.. thanks for being there!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the walking distance was like really long lah.. walked til my bones can break! the apartment is hidden somewhere near to tanglin mall that area. and further further (x1000) in which was so wulu-ated.. but its a big apartment lah. idiot lah this guy, kept making fun of my slippers *or heels* GRRRHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the granny so cute lah. kept smiling at me and asked me where i was studying and all.. the dinner was good -- i love the salmon!! wahahaha pranked jensen that i was choked on the bones, and he believed!! wahahhaa. twice somemore. watched mtv asia haha got these avril lavigne and the corrs' footages.. hung around for awhile before we walked down to taka to take a cab back my house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the long walk back to taka, jensen kept probing me to tell him my problems cos he knew im feeling rather depressed recently. hahaa so i told him my problems honestly and he really listened to me intently.. aiyah, what can i say? he really made my day.. haha and talking abt spiritual lives, he even proposed a daily prayer &amp; reading of the bible plan for both of us.. coolll.. and yess. he told me one story which made me kinda cry.. ok lah, abit only. waahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly now i remember all the things he had done for me all these while.. and i still cant forget the day he sat at the laksa stall for the entire afternoon, having no idea why my tears were rolling down like a raindrops on a window pane lol, and just sat there to comfort me despite feeling so helpless. then there was this once when i insisted all i wanna do was to hide at home, and he ran in the rain to get a cab for me to send me back. esplanade trip &amp; birthday celebration at cartel. hehe i got an amazing friend and i cherish him loaddds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arr. supposed to go his house to watch prozac nation tmr. but i guess joy's coming down to my place tmr.. i'd probably drop by jensen's hse on sunday, after church.. okay i better go off now.. hehehe gdnite ppl! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109786086882914050?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109786086882914050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109786086882914050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109786086882914050' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109776438526423232</id><published>2004-10-14T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T22:36:18.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone please take this pain away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in case if you're wondering... &lt;br /&gt;im not self-pitying. &lt;br /&gt;gonna turn in early and hide myself away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i'll reply you guys later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109776438526423232?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109776438526423232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109776438526423232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109776438526423232' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109769443605067017</id><published>2004-10-14T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T03:10:29.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol its been a long time since i itch for purchasing perfume.. &lt;br /&gt;im a sucker for perfume. woohoo. my anna sui has ran out. my davidoff's clearwater ran out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to decide.&lt;br /&gt;dolce &amp; garbana?&lt;br /&gt;fcuk?          &lt;br /&gt;esprit?&lt;br /&gt;escada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT ALL LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109769443605067017?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109769443605067017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109769443605067017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109769443605067017' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109769355541363949</id><published>2004-10-14T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T03:00:47.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hillsongs | now that you're near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sleepy. "sleep is friend.." (lol. to someone out there.. :P) wahahahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyy. today i had a long day man. as in seriously long. was out from 12pm all the way til 8 plus pm. hurhurrr. andrew left for india alrd... my beloved cell grp leader!! wahahahaa. didnt see many "familiar" people around just now.. so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah was out with joanna this afternoon.. last minute decision you can say.. whahaha. so funny sia that girl .. kept laughing and the saliva, ice cream, spring roll all spat on me. *im really unlucky* wahahaha. yeah joanna ah, really made me go speechless sia. alot of weird ppl we met during shopping today lah.. shall not elaborate!! wahahhaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was walking down to far east with that silly girl and suddenly this guy came up and stood in front of me. and said "hello emelia" and i was like "huh, who the heck are you?" it took me like 482394 seconds to remember the guy standing in front of me was none other than ng kwan seng. whahaha 360 degree transformation ah he. everytime i see him he looks different. and i was talking to kwanseng and another mad girl jumped/hopped (and many other vocabs i cant think of right now) right in front of me. a stupid retard with blue hair grinning at me -- ms wong kayi. whahahaa. barbi. that girl changes her hair color like changing clothes like that. so i "politely" shoo-ed kwanseng off (in a sense lah.. haha) and talked to kayi instead.. wahahaa not like i had much to talk to kwanseng.. like whoa .. double shock lah.. so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that joanna went to bakers inn.. (oh wait.. oops.. forgotten. it's bakerzin now!! wahhaha stupid name. wonder who came up with that.) for interview. and i told her i better not go in cos they wouldnt put friends tgth at the same outlet. so after that she came out of the restaurant telling me she got the job. teletubby!! like so cool right, shes gonna be my colleague.. and she would be the youngest among all of us now. and shes gonna be so pampered by the rest like how i feel loved by yen at times wahahahhaa. but still. i dont want to wrk as bakers inn (BAKERZIN) anymore.. feels weird w/o florence &amp; anthony arnd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay derek reminded me that my bdae is just one month away.. so im like reminding you guys. do not hesitate to buy me presents *dengdengdeng* wahahaha. 13 november okay. *sticks out tongue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay man i really have to go off now. im so tireddd. tmr im gg shopping with nat. *poor me* someone save me from her disgusting nonsense. one question for you people tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: what's the similarity between natalie &amp; the elephant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dont cheat. think of the answer first.. for your info, i came up with that question myself. teletubby. that girl doesnt know how to spell "balloon" whahaah can you believe it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. yes. i shall slp now.. slp is good slp is friend, RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: natalie &amp; the elephant both have thick skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109769355541363949?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109769355541363949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109769355541363949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109769355541363949' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109761044597188371</id><published>2004-10-13T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T03:51:21.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im drifting to Happyland and Lalaland now.&lt;br /&gt;my tears will be dried. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tulips are beautiful. i saw the most beautiful cream-colored tulip today. still, i desire for a lime green tulip. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109761044597188371?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109761044597188371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109761044597188371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109761044597188371' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109755215826534133</id><published>2004-10-12T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T11:35:58.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i opened my eyes this morning, &lt;br /&gt;and find myself thinking of You Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109755215826534133?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109755215826534133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109755215826534133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109755215826534133' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109749087509927448</id><published>2004-10-11T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T18:57:54.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the get up kids | red letter day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had a nice bath and yeaaa, so refreshing!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee. lol early morning felt so grumpy man, had to drag myself out of bed at 9am (supposedly) plus (okay lah 10am+!! haha i went back to slp) as i had to meet the 2 crazy women for breakfast. jinli &amp; siz. lol. jinli was late by almost an hour again. poor siz waited till her patience ran out sia. LOL. thank God i called her early and told her id be late.. but still, i was the last one who reached the meeting point lah. that stupid woman tan jinli forced us to go to the polyclinic with her to get her "AUTHENTIC" mc. obviously she was just faking it out as she was perfectly a-okay.  she just wanna escaped from sch. lol. waited for so long till it finally reached her turn. omgosh we just wanted to kill her -- waited for an hr plus or so just to get one piece of paper to cover up her false absence. OUTRAGEOUS LAH THIS GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch tgth wahahaha so funny. as usual, we made the crappiest trio.  and there was a sudden craving for bubble tea so we strolled to blk 122 geylang east and bought out bubble tea. went to siz's hse and messed around like crazy monkeys (or apes?) and today i just found out that siz is quite.. err NO. it's VERY.. she is an extreme narcissist. LOL. i shall not elaborate before she throws me down from the polyclinic building :P now im home and waiting for her to reply my sms cos she asked me beforehand if i wanted to go to bugis with her. now im like, okay, and shes not replying my sms. i suppose that pig has drifted into dreamland alrd.. GRRH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/IMG_4400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we are not friendly all the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of sms, haha ive alrd changed my phone.. finallyy. :) 1st time of my life, i can proudly declare i am using a colored-pixel fone. now.. dont laugh at me :) afterall, all i thot having a phone with basic functions is all i need. so this time is considered a luxury lah. upgraded my phone plan too. yay ive got free incoming, all-day now!! woohooo. ione plus is a terrific plan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think i shall do some clearing up right now. sorry jenn for turning you down today!! maybe ill go out with you next wk? sorry babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now, i want my get up kids music. and im gg to clear my wardrobe. the mess inside is REALLY bad -- makes my mom scream her head off every single time she opens my wardrobe. LOL. better clear up before i purchase more ear plugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BPC is the best!! thanks for keeping me in prayers :P &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109749087509927448?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109749087509927448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109749087509927448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109749087509927448' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109733775476396507</id><published>2004-10-10T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T00:02:34.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>QUIT SMOKING LAH.&lt;br /&gt;YOU PROMISE ME TO FINISH THIS PACK AND THATS IT.&lt;br /&gt;YOU BETTER STICK TO YOUR PROMISE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109733775476396507?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109733775476396507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109733775476396507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109733775476396507' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109731311572477107</id><published>2004-10-09T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T17:11:55.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I rest against this cold hard wall will you pass me by? &lt;br /&gt;Will you criticize me as I sit and cry? &lt;br /&gt;I had fought so hard and thought that all my battles had been won &lt;br /&gt;Only to find the war has just begun &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is He not strong enough? &lt;br /&gt;Is He not pure enough? &lt;br /&gt;To break me, pour me out &lt;br /&gt;And start again? &lt;br /&gt;Is He not brave enough &lt;br /&gt;To take one chance on me &lt;br /&gt;Please can I have one chance to start again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will my weakness for an hour make me suffer for a lifetime? &lt;br /&gt;Is there any way to be made whole again? &lt;br /&gt;If I'm healed, renewed and find forgiveness; find the strength I’ve never had &lt;br /&gt;Will my scars forever ruin all God’s plan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is He not strong enough? &lt;br /&gt;Is He not pure enough? &lt;br /&gt;To break me, pour me out &lt;br /&gt;And start again? &lt;br /&gt;Is He not brave enough &lt;br /&gt;To take one chance on me &lt;br /&gt;Please can I have one chance to start again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took my life into His hands and turned it all around &lt;br /&gt;In my most desperate circumstance its there I've finally found &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That You are strong enough &lt;br /&gt;That You are pure enough &lt;br /&gt;To break me, pour me out &lt;br /&gt;And start again &lt;br /&gt;That You are brave enough &lt;br /&gt;To take one chance on me &lt;br /&gt;Oh thank You for my chance to start again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109731311572477107?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109731311572477107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109731311572477107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109731311572477107' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109725596177828567</id><published>2004-10-09T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T01:19:21.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> do this right now.&lt;br /&gt;\o/ \o/ \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109725596177828567?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109725596177828567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109725596177828567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109725596177828567' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109725431138050881</id><published>2004-10-08T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T02:39:32.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>united live | one way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh-ohhh. went to bugis jst now! today's my mom's birthday. so yeahhh my bro and i gotten her a cake from four leaves. wanted to get it from breadtalk but we ddnt see anything that wld seem appealing to my mom. so we got this coco exotic cake.. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go town today initially. but wasnt feeling well.. gastric problems have been acting up. arrrr. im such a problematic girl. but suddenly rmbed the need to activate my posb card. so i went to the bank instead. went to bugis with vincey for a while to wait for my brother, omgosh my bro took forever sia. but vincey was so funny ah. "are u tumb?!" lol. made me rmb that stupid website i went to ystd! rofl! FUNNY SIA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. anw, yeah, nat, owen, van, gina, diana, james and i had great fun ystd. we went lunch at bedok, and headed to esplanade, intended to watch movie. but the svc is a spoiler lah!! must pay money to book a room, and must buy a cash card somemore!! spoiler!! haha before that was super duper funny lah. hilarious man. owen was like covering his face with a jacket when he was walking in front of us.. den suddenly he turned back to scare us (his usual nonsensical self) and this plump woman walking in front of us got a shock man. whoa you ppl shld look at her expression that i kept laughing for like 15 minutes?! i was the loudest person at bedok ystd i think!! lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went esplanade, raffles city and saw nicole there, with her dad flying dutchman hosting this class95fm show. kinda funny with diff people gg up to sing songs by the eagles.. hmm van &amp; gina went home first. so the rest of us went to macs HAAHAHAHAHA that james ah stupid joker when i drank my coke also cldnt drink in peace man WAHSEH hes super duper funny.... they were like so scared of me lah.. cos i cldnt suppress my laughter.. muahahaha! had fun at the dinnertable. 20 nuggets!! mega dinner sia. oh and how cld i forget to mention coke?! im a coke addict!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my hilary duff's cd alrd. i wish i cld say good things abt her. but if im doing music critics, i wld definitely say her album sucks.. err, big time. lol. i think shes shredding her previous image which i like so much. now she looks like a mixture of britney &amp; amy lee LOL arr. okay nvm. walked home with owen and we were like talking abt exams and he told me he was actually kind of down about the papers.. thank God for him, to remind me to continue praying despite of all these crap we are going thru.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing my stamina to blog. shall come back tmr or smth else? btw, my blog is still alive.. :) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109725431138050881?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109725431138050881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109725431138050881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109725431138050881' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109717440554859219</id><published>2004-10-08T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T02:46:55.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa. im dead beat. im so so so so tired. all i can say is that i truly had an enjoyable with you people - james, diana, nat, owen, van &amp; gina. a blasting good time man! ill leave this to another day. as for now, i really need to slp. exams are finally over. unfortunately, i have a feeling thats not all. do you people really really wanna know why? supp papers!! (NOOOOOOO i dont wanna fail!!) arrghhh. i can still remember james bidding goodbye to everyone this afternoon, telling them to study hard during this hols. "bye! study hard ah!" wahahhahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i misss cattttt hahahaha finally bumped into her today arr. and she said we seriously need some bonding during the hols! haha of cos. ok lah, i shall zhao now. talk laterrrr. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109717440554859219?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109717440554859219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109717440554859219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109717440554859219' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109680976405593634</id><published>2004-10-03T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T23:51:23.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>united live | evermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, heres what to do now. follow the instructions kay. insert ear plugs, be prepared and HEAR ME SCREAM!! im so gonna kill blogger. just typed in one painstakingly long entry and it was gone cos of some server glitch!? ok, yes, emelia you shld cool down, the most you can just restart again. -takes a deep breath-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok as i was saying, i never felt tis tired before. i feel like my body is wearing out. and i feel really old now. accumulating stress &amp; messed up emotions. ahaha pmsing? arr, heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am anticipating for the day when exams are gonna end. and i can proudly declare that im so over with sem 1! sem 1 is a killer lah, so many projects (ok not like sem 2 onwards is gonna be better) but the worst is the subjects we are taking practically suck like a vacuum machine man. marketing? essential graphics? totally doesnt intrigue me one mini bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, nvm. i will return bloggin on thursday. haha and im so gonna get hilary duff's album. lol. i sound like some typical teenage schgirl digging some bubblegum pop music, but i dont care. hahahhaa. the fact is that i just like her, dont know why also. (tho i must agree that shes kinda plump.. lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, and this is especially for tu!:&lt;br /&gt;hey tu! (or rather, gilbert, now. haha) thanks for revealing yourself to me. sorry was to lazy to log in to my friendster account again to reply you, and since i know you read my blog, i might as well type it here as im bloggin now. :) haha your message really did aid by making me smile :PpPp and nah, im no strong girl. i still cry like what any one would do when circumstances get rather sticky &amp; difficult. but of cos, we have to be strong at different pts of our lives. cos that's what keeps us going yeah? and lil did i expect you to be bin's friend! oh better say hi to me soon (if you happen to see me that is..) cos i seriously dont know how you look like lah! haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eme :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh. my main purpose is to blog, not reply mail. lol. ok. so yeah, and i was also complaining about how bad my complexion is now. wah, u ppl shld have seen those red sore spots on my face. the pimple cream doesnt seem to be of much help man. arrr. im not in a really pleasant mood now, or shld i say today? somemore kenna pranked by owen van and james. to make things worse, my antidote or antidepressant - my $1 lime sherbet wasnt available when we went to citylink mall. wah, so much for my craving ahhh. plus pimples. hai. pimples outbreak man. arr. stress? irregular meals? insufficient slp? irregular slping pattern?&lt;br /&gt;answer: all of the above. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109680976405593634?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109680976405593634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109680976405593634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109680976405593634' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109630638460481241</id><published>2004-09-28T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T01:33:04.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>add me on friendster everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ihavemanymails@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa my old accnt is no longer in use. you will be very much appreciated if you cld write me a new testimonial. im starting from scratch! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnite people :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109630638460481241?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109630638460481241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109630638460481241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109630638460481241' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109621223644889708</id><published>2004-09-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T23:30:12.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things to do after my holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blog more&lt;br /&gt;-outing with some of the girls from my class. &lt;br /&gt;-go shopping + dinner with my sister!&lt;br /&gt;-go shopping with my GB juniors (jo &amp; gang!)&lt;br /&gt;-meet up with my darling siz bestie &amp; da li!&lt;br /&gt;-ask von &amp; ling out.&lt;br /&gt;-ask xuemei out too. (miss her -sobs-)&lt;br /&gt;-invite ms joy tan to come to my house.&lt;br /&gt;-meet up with jenn dear. &lt;br /&gt;-go dinner with ms joy tan at Secret Recipe.&lt;br /&gt;-go lunch &amp; dinner with my beloved rein. (cant wait!)&lt;br /&gt;-collect 2 letters from rein.&lt;br /&gt;-look at rein's sketches. &lt;br /&gt;-get my sum41's CD.&lt;br /&gt;-celebrate my bday with jensen my best friend! (&amp; raj too?)&lt;br /&gt;-celebrate my bday with my family. :P&lt;br /&gt;-outing with kai! go kiteflying!&lt;br /&gt;-meet up with jingmin &amp; kayi! &lt;br /&gt;-workworkwork.&lt;br /&gt;-last but not least, SPEND MORE TIME WITH GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the list has yet to end. :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109621223644889708?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109621223644889708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109621223644889708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109621223644889708' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109621026458336874</id><published>2004-09-26T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T23:05:05.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>passion | here i am to worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo what a long day. havent been updating for a few days. wahaha. it's gonna be a start for another brand new week. hmm, and im drawing nearer and nearer to exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great day today. met up with joy for brkfast early in the morning. haha had prata - mushroom &amp; plaster prata. wahahaha. had a wonderful svc today. ddnt expect it to speak so clearly and hit me squarely in the face. went for altar call and was so touched by God today. broke down and this deacon prayed for me - &amp; God really spoke to me thru Him. God is good :) once again, God reminded me of my purpose in living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile joy was beside me during altar call too. so i realised this girl sure has something gg on. had a really nice chat with her and we both broke down and cried. haha. so we prayed for each other and felt alot better later. (&lt;b&gt;hello joy tan, my beloved sister, its been a really looooooonnnnngggg time since we last sat down &amp; talked. you're alws special &amp; precious to me. better come to my house soon ah! hee. &lt;/b&gt;) prayed for my mom with andrew &amp; joy too. ahaha. my mom came for this evangelism meeting and i guess my mom is touched by God's love, just that shes too afraid to accept Christ now. but the rest all assured me at least seed is sown into her heart now. went to this chinese meeting and sat thru with her. wahaha the chinese svc was so cute lah. got action-songs somemore. the senior citizens &amp; adults were like smiling 24/7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet yvonne at parkway after the chinese svc ended. oh yes, cos we wanted to make our way to mdm diana young's funeral wake. haha her dad drove and came to fetch me. so nice right. haha. havent meet up with this woman for eons alrd. wahahah we created havoc in the cab man. just laughed and laughed like mad. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took quite some time to reach her house lah, cos was in town. the place was really huge. ingrid seemed better now, and i really hope she does feel better too. cos all i want her to know is that, her mom's in heaven with Jesus now, no more pain, no more sorrows - it's the best place for her mom to find rest in anyways. i guess it just reminds me of the song "homesick" by mercyme. ddnt really talk to ingrid much, cos she had to take care of some other guests. so i started talking to these 2 girls sitting with us. and before we knew it, we chatted the evening away..  and the girls were like laughing at me can, cos they said i was funny. (!!!) but they are nice pple lah. yes, and they go by the name of ANDREAS and ADELINE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left after an hr and 4 of us went to far east. those stupid people suggested taking neoprints so i agreed. and the dumbest thing was that they ddnt really know how to operate a neoprint machine. all the neoprints came out the same can!! cos they ddnt select their pics. (GRRRRRH.) hahaha. heck. they are the sillest people ever. and the 3 of em - yvonne, andreas &amp; adeline were like laughing thru'out the entire journey and they said im a joker. (hahaha fine.. i made em laugh too muchh.) we exchanged numbers and we laughed at ourselves - what a weird way to make new friends. oh man, we will sure meet up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home, saw this blind (or rather, handicapped) man trying to carry his 2 heavy bags up the escalator. he was having such terrible time and couldnt even see. really wanted to help him out but this couple came and guided him instead. heart warming to see how caring singaporeans can be. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journey back home was nice - just a short 45 mins heart2heart talk with yvonne and we've learnt from mdm diana young's death that we shld learn to cherish our loved ones. its alws easy to say that but often in life, we tend to overlook this point. we may be so caught up with our work and everything that we just dont stop and think about all the wonderful people we have by our sides. its ironic that you only come to learn life's most precious lesson when one person leaves you.. hows that for food-for-thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a tiring day man, and guess what? im starving now. cant wait for exams to end! :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109621026458336874?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109621026458336874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109621026458336874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109621026458336874' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109604962028759829</id><published>2004-09-25T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T02:13:40.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've come to love on you&lt;br /&gt;I've come to pledge my life to you&lt;br /&gt;I've come to sit at your feet and sing sweet songs to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to give my life&lt;br /&gt;to the greatest love of all&lt;br /&gt;I've come to lift my hands to you&lt;br /&gt;the desire of heart, the lover of my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will worship you with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;for you are worthy&lt;br /&gt;And I will bow to you my perfect king, JESUS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, JESUS&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, JESUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109604962028759829?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109604962028759829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109604962028759829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109604962028759829' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109604848043320737</id><published>2004-09-25T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T01:57:43.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>planet shakers | running after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my blog's dying soon. im too lazy to update. at least for now. and my friendster is dying on me too. 7 new testimonials - all cannot retrieve sia. arr. heck. think ill just abandon it and start a new accnt soon. and the rest of you need to write me a new testi alrd! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws sch was sucky today. cliff yap returned us our essgra proj and claimed that he couldnt open our project in freehand. so he seriously screwed all of us up (emotionally &amp; mentally) cos all of us thot we could finally tke a short break, but you know.. sh*t happens.. arr. hmm anyways guys, its all over. lets not think abt it anymore. esp to you, denise han, youre very much appreciated :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anws, toook some pics with jules, van, jon, esther carryn michelle haha. crazy people in the maclab. and lol. and talking to angel was like seriously hilarious.. haha okay nth much to blog about. i guess i will bounce back to the usual emelia when exams end. and of cos when my friendster BOUNCES back to normal too. gdnite ppl. im gg to have a long day tmr. will be meeting andrew at 12pm tmr! ciaos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109604848043320737?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109604848043320737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109604848043320737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109604848043320737' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109585525106335365</id><published>2004-09-22T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T20:14:11.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate friendster. &lt;br /&gt;friendster, your server sucks! ive got 4 testis now and i cant read any at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ess gra, i hate you too.&lt;br /&gt;youre making my life very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you - quartxpress, dreamweaver, photoshop, freehand and pagemaker.&lt;br /&gt;get away from me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else do i hate?&lt;br /&gt;i hate marketing. retarded subject, alws thinking of ways to make money. money money money. is it really a big issue?! and my bill shot up to $70. so its about money again! grrrh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate exams. I DETEST EXAMS. i hate ESSGRA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109585525106335365?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109585525106335365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109585525106335365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109585525106335365' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109577872784773939</id><published>2004-09-21T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T23:01:16.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>debbie gibson | out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lime green. hmmm. i want lime green tulips. but there isnt any. stupid friendster just wont work. now i want to retrieve my 3 testis and it doesnt allow me to. I WANT  TO COMPLAIN AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, woke up feeling so grumpy &amp; grouchy today. kinda overslept in the morn. no matter how many morning calls one cld give, it'd never work. im such a piglet. i wonder why im alws so tired recently. alws so deprived of sleep sia. grr. i slept in the loo somemore. zZzZzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i like the new route to sch. i took a 64 followed by 23 to sch. haha i prefer this route to the one whereby i take a train to bedok and a 69 to sch.. i shld change my route to sch very very soon. reached sch and found no one around when i was supposed to meet suzanna and michelle for mktg.  rushed to the lib to do some presentation work and went up to class. my grp was like the only grp not dressed in formal. slackers sia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately my mood turned out to be better later in the noon .. haha. mood fluctuation ar! however, i was still very very very very tired. *yawns* i seriously feel like sleeping now.. ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;ZzZZZzZzZz. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109577872784773939?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109577872784773939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109577872784773939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109577872784773939' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109570038653547028</id><published>2004-09-21T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T01:13:06.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im gg to slp now but i just want to say smthg before it slips my mind.&lt;br /&gt;talked to a friend today abt certain things and remembered things in the past.. its not very wise of me to actually ponder about the past but sometimes i just think ive wasted alot of time back then.. so many times we are actually hurt and failed by people around us. i dont really wallow in self pity now, but haha, just a food for thought. we cld place a high amount of trust and care on ppl such as our most trusted friend or even family member. but we'll never know when these trust can be so easily broken just by a simple gesture or action they do. ive realised the importance of focusing on things that are worth my 100% trust.. things of the divinity and of the eternity.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos He nvr fails. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109570038653547028?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109570038653547028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109570038653547028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109570038653547028' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109569585822439686</id><published>2004-09-20T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T02:01:24.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jars of clay | tea &amp; sympathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jesus you alone shall be my first loveee.." ahhaa, esther and i kept singing this song today man, ahha and now blame it on her, its all stuck in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooohoo.. beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got an opportunity to blog. such rare activity! know why? cos my deadlines and my projects have reached an end today! somebody say hoorayyyy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my presentation was okay.. abit of hiccups (not literally) &amp; jitters here and there, but i guess we did better than expected. at least the faq session was manageable.. everyone looked really charming and cool today, with their blazers on.. except my grp lah. haha. but we're a great grp. we did everything tgth ar! "all for one, one for all" - our slogan! ahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a tiring day man. u shld have seen how blur that esther was. she met me in sch earlier on, and she was talking and talking to me. so i told her abt gdf, den she suddenly freaked out "omg, how cld i forget to bring my gdf?!" so i asked her to calm down, and i promised to go home with her.. it was a 20 mins walk home, but mind you, i was wearing my red crisp formal long sleeve shirt &amp; my open-toe heels.. so you can imagine how tedious was it for me to walk back to and fro for a total of 40 mins?! so i went up to her house (climbed the stairs somemore.. zzzzZzzz) and that stupid girl screamt again "ahh emelia youre so gonna kill me, i think my gdf was inside my bag afterall.." ... ok i almost killed her but i ddnt. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped med soc lecture and went lunch with my prj grp. practiced for like 3 times before we headed to the actual presentation studio.  haha derek and kai all said i looked good in the red shirt. i thot i looked awful, but thanks for the compliments. made me feel better.. haaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah, shall update tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i want to do my stuffs alrd.&lt;br /&gt;:) tiring man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109569585822439686?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109569585822439686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109569585822439686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109569585822439686' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109524228568359539</id><published>2004-09-15T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T17:58:05.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so tired i wish i can close my eyes and forget everything&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for everything to come to a closure...&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109524228568359539?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109524228568359539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109524228568359539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109524228568359539' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109490970795472050</id><published>2004-09-11T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T21:35:07.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know that,&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;You know that,&lt;br /&gt;I want to know you so much more,&lt;br /&gt;More than I have before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words are,&lt;br /&gt;From my heart,&lt;br /&gt;These words are,&lt;br /&gt;Not made up,&lt;br /&gt;I will live for you,&lt;br /&gt;I am devoted to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of Majesty&lt;br /&gt;I have one desire&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you my Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you my Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus you are the Saviour of my soul&lt;br /&gt;And forever and ever I'll give my praises to you,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus you are the Saviour of my soul&lt;br /&gt;And forever and ever I'll give my praises to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus you are the Saviour of my soul&lt;br /&gt;And forever and ever I'll give my praises to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109490970795472050?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109490970795472050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109490970795472050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109490970795472050' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109488873616919422</id><published>2004-09-11T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T15:45:36.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mercyme | keep singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tagboard is NEW. ive recreated a new tagboard cos i want more messages to be displayed and shown. cos alot of times before i can read my new tags, the tags are already gone as people flood the board. but nvm, youre still welcome to flood it lah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arh. the deadlines are up to my neck and i think im choking alrd man! i better blog fast. in 10 mins time i need to be out of my house. yup, gens united today at st hilda's if im not wrong.. ohhh. i was speaking about deadlines. yah, ive got 2 journalism work, 3 GDF assignments, media &amp; soc GWA + presentation, essential graph's website &amp; newsletters, and marketing plan all due before the last wk of sept. can you believe it? poly's not as easy as you people think. in fact, it's tough. but then, at least im enjoying school, so it isnt that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to find formal wear alrd! i was laughing at hospi people and before i know it, it's my turn to walk around with that clak-clak corporate footwear and professional blablabla corporate blablabla.  so anxious. i'll borrow from my sis and xuan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk 10 mins is up! dont even have time to talk much. ill be on a hiatus as usual, til my exams end. so tata people. Jesus will sustain me, just like how He has "sustained" my wallet. my wallet is found in my mailbox, amazingly. my cash is gone, but my sources of identification are still intact. he ddnt even tke the coins. &lt;br /&gt;(james's voice in the background.. "see! told you must have faith in God alrd!") haha, yup! God is good. i MUST testify that. ok. shucks. more than 15 mins alrd. BYE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109488873616919422?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109488873616919422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109488873616919422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109488873616919422' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109455204340822068</id><published>2004-09-07T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T18:14:03.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so im not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise lost her wallet.&lt;br /&gt;angel lost her wallet and bag.&lt;br /&gt;lavonne lost her palm ID.&lt;br /&gt;kenneth lost his wallet.&lt;br /&gt;danny lost his wallet last week (but got it back).&lt;br /&gt;vincent lost his ez link card.&lt;br /&gt;gina lost her thumbdrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hows that for consolation.&lt;br /&gt;ahaaha.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe God wants me to get a nicer wallet lah, thats why? haha. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109455204340822068?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109455204340822068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109455204340822068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109455204340822068' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109453218709243602</id><published>2004-09-07T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T12:43:07.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SUEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am at home now and i ddnt go to sch. i dropped my wallet on the bus when i was on the way to school. when i alighted and intended to switch to the next bus, i then realised my wallet was missing. i had too many things in hand when i boarded the bus, therefore i reckoned that i dropped my wallet on the bus when i was fumbling with my stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what ive just topped up my $52 worth of concession just a couple of days ago. and wht made it worse was that ive just slotted a $50 cash into my wallet cos my cash was running out in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need my library card now cos i need to to borrow books for my research. arr. shit. so suey. took a cab hme and my mom could spend the whole 3 hrs scolding me and then a fight erupted. so now, ive deactivated my POSB card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls, whoever picked up my BIG FAT WALLET PLEASE HAVE A HEART. take those cash, dont take my IC and my other cards away. they are important! i hate myself for being careless. and so ive missed school today. i wonder how im going to pull thru tis week without cash and my concession, and my posb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUEY.&lt;br /&gt;sorry no mood to reply.. &lt;br /&gt;reply you guys soon.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109453218709243602?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109453218709243602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109453218709243602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109453218709243602' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109447064239860007</id><published>2004-09-06T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T19:43:52.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mercyme | homesick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY OWEN! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch was terribly boring today. esp the lecture. i almost fell asleep! im getting sick of lectures. cant seem to make myself concentrate during lectures. and when ms chuah announced "breaktime" i think i was the most awake person man, wahahha. nat sponsored jellybeans today. hmmm. ive got a box from her, hehee. but somehow 1/3 of the box was gone when i offered to my coursemates... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, met up with henry for the first time today. he helped me with this new route to sch, which i think it's really good, cos i can save more money on transport now. bus concession is really worth it man! and i think this route takes a shorter time, and i reach sch in just like 35 to 40 mins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just realised how close am i to exams. just 3 to 4 more weeks i'll be approaching the traumatizing week alrd. think sweaty palms, think late nights, think memorizing lecture notes. omgosh, and to think ive this kinda feeling that ive only just started poly? aiyah, but it's good lah. the busier i am, the faster time will pass. in no time i'll be 27 years old instead of being a 17 yrs old freshman in poly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me, this week will pass by in a wink of an eye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109447064239860007?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109447064239860007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109447064239860007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109447064239860007' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109438738948462381</id><published>2004-09-05T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T20:36:13.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mercyme | call to worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a busy week passed me by again, and you know what? my exams are round the corner. theres only 3 subs, but essgra is definitely a killer paper lah. sighs. at least i can heave a sigh of relief for this wk - theres no deadline! yayy. but wait a moment, ive got alot of projects on hand. so whts there to rejoice anyways.. haha. these past few wks have been tormenting. the rush of marketing journals, journalism work bla bla bla are such a toil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;florence is finally out of orchard atrium's bakers inn. sighhs. i may not be in OA for long, but then again, shes really a nice manager, undoubtedly.  now, marlene from fullerton has taken over. oh you know what? rachel lee, that bikini babe from 'eye for a guy' came bakers on friday. and i served her. actually she does look prettier in real-life. and guess what?! she was with randall tan can. hahaha. hello, mr randall tan is married? aiyahh, anyays, randall tan is cute lah, and i served him his desserts mah, haaha. used to have a crush on him, lol!  jon yeow was very certain that im gg to blog about this.. so. fine. haha. randall has nice features.. oh well, but its not really important, so i shall divert my focus now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been contemplating bout some issues in my life. hmm, really think my life ought to change lah. i really want my life to be impacted by Jesus. therefore if there are things to be dealt with, i shall let it be dealt with.  sometimes i just feel really desperate for a breakthru. kept thinking abt it. but then the bottomline is still PUSH - pray until something happens. unfortunately, i havent been praying - which i felt terribly guilty of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;witnessed baptism service at east coast big splash on saturday. wow, it was quite a crowd. jensen got baptised! and weiyang too, haha. jensen's baptism name is peter, and weiyang's timothy. hee. i think the biblical characters' names fit em.. hmm, so now, whens my turn for baptism? very soon i hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goofed arnd with my cg ppl after the baptism service. haaha went abit crazy lah went arnd kicking sand and throwing sand at dajie. lol! what a sandy day. i had a good time lah, and i am having sun burn now can! not surprising to see my skin peel in a few days time.  had cg meeting at the beach, with aunty daphne lee (hahahaa) preaching to us about being Jesus's followers. (yes, 5 main pts: speech, conduct, love, faith and purity, whee i managed to rmb.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's sunday svc pastor yang preached about the antichrist - new old order. kinda scary but i think it really makes me wonder if ill be able to make it to the end. sometimes im just afraid that when persecution comes, i dont know if i'll be able to take it, especially im such a weak person with lil faith. all i can do now, is pray for God to pour dwn his grace and mercy upon me, so that i'll be preserved til the end, and remain faithful, til the day i see Him face to face again.. hee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a blessed week ahead.. &lt;br /&gt;(reminding myself, God is in control!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109438738948462381?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109438738948462381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109438738948462381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109438738948462381' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109437818086415572</id><published>2004-09-05T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T17:56:20.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why &lt;br /&gt;by Nichole Nordeman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode into town the other day &lt;br /&gt;Just me and my daddy&lt;br /&gt;He said I’d finally reached that age&lt;br /&gt;And I could ride next to him on a horse&lt;br /&gt;That of course, was not quite as wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard a crowd of people shouting,&lt;br /&gt;And so we stopped to find out why.&lt;br /&gt;There was that man that my dad said he loved,&lt;br /&gt;But today there was fear in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said, “Daddy, why are they screaming?&lt;br /&gt;Why are the faces of some of them beaming?&lt;br /&gt;Why is He dressed in that bright purple robe?&lt;br /&gt;I bet that crown hurts Him more than He shows.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy please, can’t you do something?&lt;br /&gt;He looks as though He’s gonna cry.&lt;br /&gt;You said He was stronger than all of those guys;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, please tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone want Him to die?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, the sky grew cloudy,&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy said I should go inside.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow he knew things would get stormy.&lt;br /&gt;Boy was he right, but I could not keep from wondering&lt;br /&gt;If there was something he had to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after he left, I had to find out.&lt;br /&gt;I was not afraid of getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;So I followed the crowds to a hill&lt;br /&gt;Where I knew men had been killed,&lt;br /&gt;And I heard a voice come from the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it said, “Father, why are they screaming?&lt;br /&gt;Why are the faces of some of them beaming?&lt;br /&gt;Why are they casting their lots for My robe?&lt;br /&gt;This crown of thorns hurts Me more than it shows.&lt;br /&gt;Father please, can’t You do something?&lt;br /&gt;I know that You must hear My cry.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could handle a cross of this size.&lt;br /&gt;Father, remind Me why.&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone want Me to die?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when will I understand why?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious Son, I hear them screaming.&lt;br /&gt;I’m watching the face of the enemy beaming.&lt;br /&gt;But soon I will clothe You in robes of My own.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, this hurts Me much more than You know,&lt;br /&gt;But this dark hour, I must do nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Though I’ve heard Your unbearable cry.&lt;br /&gt;The power in Your blood destroys all of the lies;&lt;br /&gt;Soon You’ll see past their unmerciful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Look, there be love, see the child&lt;br /&gt;Trembling by her father’s side.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can tell You why... She is why You must die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109437818086415572?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109437818086415572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109437818086415572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109437818086415572' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109413076226701529</id><published>2004-09-02T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:12:42.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nichole nordeman | why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the past - it never goes away, it never goes away.. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, wonder why my blog looks so screwed now. gonna keep this entry short &amp; sweet.  so much work to do tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;journalism proposal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;journalism tutorial work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;4 pieces of marketing journal&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ask me how i feel&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you that i cant be bothered, wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;weekends are on its way, anyways :)&lt;br /&gt;i shall continuue to put a smile on my face man!&lt;br /&gt;optimistic is alws good. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update tmr, and ps: im not abandoning my blog, so pls do visit still :)&lt;br /&gt;sch's great, despite of the hectic schedule.  yes. am gonna stop here before i go on ranting non stop! ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109413076226701529?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109413076226701529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109413076226701529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109413076226701529' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109340166687075643</id><published>2004-08-25T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T10:41:06.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hillsongs | free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i pmsing or what man? i feel totally grouchy now lahh. am in the lab now and ive just printed my med &amp; soc cover page. aiyah so irritating. im having my 3 hrs break now and its super boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont even know if i want to attend tutorial later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go home. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109340166687075643?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109340166687075643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109340166687075643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109340166687075643' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109333367264294624</id><published>2004-08-24T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T15:47:52.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>point of grace | day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i wld have just died of heart attack 20 mins ago. i came back home early, switched on my computer to find out my windows crashed. omgosh, my med &amp; soc prj is inside can! but then thank God i managed to revive my file through my brother's accnt. or else i wld be bawling my eyes out now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhs. whats wrong with my mom recently? she has officially given me permission to choose and select a boyfriend now. and shes emphasizing that i shldnt pick a boyfriend thts the same age or younger than me. err, i dont know lah. den my brother-in-law's mom just called my mom, told my mom shes got a guy to introduce to me. like, what the heck man?! crap man, like, huh, matchmaking is it? oh please.. and my mom told me not to worry cos hes a christian. *slaps forehead* am i tht bad that i cant even find a boyfriend myself?! zzz. whatever lahh. so sick man, matchmaking?! *rolls eyes* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways smthg very interesting happened ystd. super hilarious. after med &amp; soc tutorial, michelle and esther were talking and heading to the loo. so i followed them sia. and so, we entered the loo lah, and den michelle suddenly shrieked! michelle and esther scurried out and screamt so loudly i nearly went deaf lar!! so i rushed out of the loo with em so i asked them "OEI WHAT HAPPENED?!" then esther pointed to the toilet sign - which depicts GENTS. WAHAHAHAHAHA i think i almost laughed to death seh! thank God there was no one inside the gents or we wld be flushing with embarrassment sia!! and michelle told esther, carryn and i a lame joke today, wahseh!! i laughed till i almost died also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah, better save those crap. need to bathe now, and then get my butt on my work, and i better stop procrastinating!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing offfff. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109333367264294624?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109333367264294624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109333367264294624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109333367264294624' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109310663025197069</id><published>2004-08-22T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T00:43:50.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>united live | where the love lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahseh i am struggling now man, grrh. rushing my media &amp; society assignment, and im dying to sleep. :( yes, like what mr leonard khoo stated, DEADlines (pun intended, ahem!) galore lah. wahsehwahsehwahseh. i dont care alrd, must slp early man, or else i wont be able to keep my eyes open tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, united was solid just now lah. but then again, its not only abt the band lah. i wasnt totally in awe, but vanessa was like practically screaming her heads off "UNITED!! UNITED!!" wahahaha. i cannot deny this man, but marty sampson is like so cute *blushes* wahahaha. the few songs we sang were "king of majesty" "one way" "forever" "where the love lasts forever" and my all-time fave "all day".. hmm, saw jacky there too. had a fun time with julia, van, owen and james just now. wahahhaa i think we turned the whole train upside down lah, so lame one seh they all. we tried to think of all the stupid games and jokes throughout our entire journey back from boonlay to the east. WAAHAHAHAHA esp the muah chee joke. superrr funny sia, enjoyed the outing today i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch isnt that bad now lahh. haha, i mean the projects and assignments still suck man. hmm but the rest of it aint so bad lah. on thursday we had our gdf tutorial, supposed to do research. but we ended up sitting outside library and chatted. who? me, michelle, esther, vanessa, carryn, leonard. WAHAHAHAHA that esther made me laugh until my tummy ached sia.. shes such a funny girl man! and alot of us picked the same CDS - arts appreciation. i really hope to get into this CDS lah, and hopefully the girls can still laugh over stupid things in class! muahahaha. friday was pathetic. 85% of my class wasnt present for tutorial and APEL, cos they had encountered some problems at the printing shop to print their brochures. but then it was kinda fun lahh. i dont know why, but then i think i really love my project group.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah, better zhao alrd. gdnite people. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109310663025197069?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109310663025197069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109310663025197069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109310663025197069' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109305745278982684</id><published>2004-08-21T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T11:07:47.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>united live | one way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, rise &amp; shine! :) wheee, it's a saturday, so happy. can go church tmr! yayy! anws for my fellow brothers and sisters in christ - do you know how to cut down on a large majority of sins? the secret weapon is to LOVE. just came upon this verse. (ok i think maybe ppl have heard abt tis verse alrd.. but then i still want to put it down lahh hee.) 1 Peter 4:8 "Love each other deeply, because love covers a multitude of sins." lol. anws, you know what? it's really hard to love. like love the people you dont like? sounds so hard right. but theres alws God to count on. must ask God to help me in this aspect sia! ok, nvm. just a food for thought. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt kinda bad now, cos i ended up cursing &amp; swearing abit ystd as i was traumatized by this person at the sch bus stop. like stalker sia. (but lord, pls forgive me cos i was really scared! =\) i was coming down the stairs den his eyes were like tracing me wherever i walked to. the next minute he was following me, so i got kinda panicky lah. so i walked to another side, and he followed me also. i walked up, he walked up. i walked down, he walked down. crazy you know! was getting abit freaked out, so i turned and looked at another direction. den this weird guy came and stood closely beside me and mumbled "xiao jie, wo ke yi gen ni zhuo pen you ma?" wahseh hes not that kinda normal guy that is out to make friends with girls but he gave that very perverse look you know! wah i was so freaked out i ran away and called my friends for rescue. (i was alone then..) and that guy kept standing there til my friend came. thank God for rescue. during that panicky moment, somehow i twisted my slip ons lah den a part of my slip ons snapped. GRRR. so i dragged my slip ons to the bus, to bedok interchange, and went to buy new pair of slip ons. SIGHs. suey day man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet B1 kai later to have dinner. wahahaa made all the funny noises, talked about primary sch, sang "better than life", drank bubble tea and walked home together. i love the bubble tea seh! after tht he suggested that he wanted to take a peep at my house so i allowed him to come in and viewed for 2 mins. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah, ciao people. have to think abt projects alrd. ive still got so much to complete you know. arr, but nvm. i shall learn to trust God for it. been worrying too much at times. hmm, must learn to focus on what is worth our attention. and im gg to the united live concert later with the tp people. think it will be enjoyable! haha, and yvonne's coming church tmr! finally ah! wahaha kidding! ok see you people, have a great day ahead.. signing off. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109305745278982684?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109305745278982684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109305745278982684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109305745278982684' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109283960857876041</id><published>2004-08-18T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T22:45:12.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mcfly | obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a NEED to blog right now. why? cos im SOOOO tired and couldnt find no one to really talk to. oh, as if ive the strength and energy to anyone anw! -yawns- i stayed back in sch til like 8.30pm with all the CMM ppl across yr 1 to yr 2 in the maclab. everyone was rushing and slogging to do their work. and we were so desperate we kept approaching the seniors for help.  haha esp tht guy by the name of lennard (err, is it?).. haha. and vincey also lah. haha! must be tough on you huh! rushing arnd to help everyone, esp carissa. she ought to be very grateful to you.. :) hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahh man i am really battling with my fatigue for the entire day lah. i almost fell aslp during essgra tutorial when mr albert toh was teaching us some impt examinable stuffs.. (ZZZzzZzz..) sleep deprivation, late nights, late "school", and alot of yawnings. it is the first time in TP tht i felt so worn out, ever in my erm, past 2-3 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. i cant help but im gg to say this, i hate gdf! what the heck man, designing a brochure is just like sucking our brain lingo juice every min and every sec that i feel like this piece of desiccated piece of whatever-succulent-fruit-you-can-find in sahara desert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ystd was kinda fun. went lunch with cmm mates - vincey, natalie, julia, james, jon leow (oops hes not frm cmm, haha!) at design sch canteen. wahahhaa laughed like mad man. all jokers, esp nat &amp; james. and i kenna all the suaning for the entire time lah. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, tonight i guess i need to slp abit earlier. need to get my o'lvl cert tmr, sighhs. so crappy. (yes lah, for stupid APEL!) and the projects that are coming on its way are just bad lah. journalism story is gg to be so bad for my grp also. we are too disorganised with our story ideas. just cant wait for this sem to end lah. really man. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been talking to my beloved B2 kai abt our frustrating and the nvr-ending project work. wah, everyones getting very grouchy and gloomy due to these projects man. you can say projects trigger some kind of pms within each and everyone of us. look at those eyebags! look at those white hair! look at those lustre-less eyes! look at those awful looking sagging skin! WE ARE ALL GETTING OLD DUE TO PROJECTS. one wish that kai and i are holding on to is that we will be able to get away from these asap. reminding ourselves tht time will pass by in a breeze. the key phrase that we've alrd etched in our hearts - "drift away.. into somewhere far.." yeah man we're gonna achieve that someday man, like drifting away from the hustle and bustle of life (&amp; hectic lifestyle).. and just to rest in the Father, and to experience the serenity of what nature can bring..  ok, dont think you ppl can understand what im really writing, but well my B2 will know right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah, really getting old alrd. needa go bathe asap, and figure out how to print my dumb brochure. cant believe i spent my entire day in sch today.  wah and you know what? the computer is like my best friend now. spend so much time with it everyday that i feel so detached from the rest of the world. wah but im kind of developing hatred for the comp alrd. so sickening lah!! i must face it everyday! advancing of the technology only causes our lives to be more stressed!! grrrh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emelia needs rest. peace be with you, and me. :) ciao :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109283960857876041?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109283960857876041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109283960857876041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109283960857876041' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109242255518133756</id><published>2004-08-14T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T02:45:32.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wont miss my flight again &lt;br /&gt;im not where i belong&lt;br /&gt;so give me just one chance &lt;br /&gt;and one by one&lt;br /&gt;i'll prove you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;one by one &lt;br /&gt;i'll prove you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think ive been wrong &lt;br /&gt;but this is the place that i think i belong&lt;br /&gt;and everytime i speak my mind&lt;br /&gt;im leaving you behind..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109242255518133756?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109242255518133756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109242255518133756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109242255518133756' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109238246717245743</id><published>2004-08-13T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T17:33:38.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hillsongs | free to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was looking thru my sec sch photos and i realise how ugly i looked in the past! &lt;/strong&gt;(ok, not like im any better now..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you dont mind, pls shift your eyeballs to the left side of my blog. scroll down, and notice a 'photos (2)' link? yeah. a new gallery up, due to my present gallery that has alrd hit the maximum space provided for my photos. oh well, havent been updating for quite a while. i guess im rather busy with school work, family and church stuffs. i am kinda stressed right now lah. have so many things to do lah, such as my never ending projects and some creative ministry thingy from church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things at home are pretty bad. everyone is feeling this underlying tension within the family. some conflict between my mom and i fired off ystd. i shall not go into it. cos im rather upset now. sighs. catastrophe .. dad and mom left for indonesia. seriously praying for a breakthru in my family. i cant give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i wont be updating for a period of time. i just need some time off my usual routinized lifestyle. yes i need time for God, time for work, time for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, on national day, my cg set off for fishing at pasir ris park. wahaha. it was boring initially. spent quality time talking to andrew. yeah, felt so much better after that. and then we went abit crazy after fishing lah. headed to daph's house and was kenna tricked by em. (yeah, im naive.. -&gt; no doubt.) hehe. and they were especially turned off by a revolting habit of mine - burping continously wahahaa. sorry man, when you guys are with me long enough you'll see the ugly yet real me emerging HAHAHAHA too bad.. had canadian pizza and watched NDP plus singapore idol together. laughed like mad man haha. think lemon tree. -burst out laughing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, like what daph said on her blog, the coolest pics ever. here you go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.090804.mypicgallery.com/"&gt;fish!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.090804-.mypicgallery.com/"&gt;fishfish!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as what i was saying, i'll be gg on a hiatus. so dont miss me too much. you are still OBLIGED to tag on my tagboard thank you very much ;) hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109238246717245743?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109238246717245743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109238246717245743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109238246717245743' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109197689396767472</id><published>2004-08-08T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T22:30:20.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>patience is virtue. very enlightening. the following images are feasible and pleasing to the eyes.  please get ready. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.genzone3.mypicgallery.com/"&gt;images (1)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.lounging-tpsu.mypicgallery.com/"&gt;images (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the one that you wont wanna see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;S&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.narcissistical.mypicgallery.com/"&gt;no-label&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt; no more alrd! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109197689396767472?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109197689396767472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109197689396767472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109197689396767472' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109185969723280742</id><published>2004-08-07T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T14:48:51.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TLC | unpretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i am back in action to update you abit about my life. hmm, let's see. i was busy mugging for my tests - journalism test + media &amp; society test. med &amp; soc was pretty okay. journalism was very very very very bad. i just screwed it up badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on thursday, went out with vanessa, julia, owen, james, yuanqi, jingmin, jianjie.  we had a great time i must say. esp james, haha, funny guy lah. made me laugh non stop. and owen sure loves to piss me off. wahaha. spent our time roaming about like aimless humans at tampines. had a heart2heart talk with vanessa too. sighs. sometimes we just tend to judge everybody's lives with what you see on the surface. but if you look deep inside their hearts, you'll never know how messed up their lives are. this is what ive learnt so far. a person looks perfect on the exterior. but god knows abt what is gg on inside this particular person's heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl think im this girl tht has everything, im a perfect &amp; blessed girl. (yeah right.. ) but you know what?! i dont have an idyllic family. things in my family have taken a change for the worse.  who knows when my parents are gonna file for a divorce. we just need solid, concrete evidences now. i feel rather down this week. didnt dare to sleep much due to my mom. she felt suicidal. now im so deprived of sleep lah. sighs i wish my dad would just admit what he has done, instead of running &amp; hiding. dad if you dont want tis family, den stop being a frigging gay and just voice out, own up! .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;returning home scares me more than anything now. im so afraid of my parents. my bro thinks im a coward, just tryin to run away from problems. but im just this cowardly girl can, just trying to find some places to hide in, and shun away from ALL the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever tht i used to enjoy, like talking to people i love and mingling around with ppl i used to, seem like a chore right now. i feel tired even to talk. i feel even more tired to think.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was working yesterday from 3pm to 10pm. somehow my mind was abit screwed and i wasnt focused. so ended up with a lot of stupid mistakes at work. got the table numbers wrong, made the entire crew of staffs all crazy. yen &amp; grace even argued over some mistake ive made. i was so frightened i quivered and tears started welling up my eyes. and vickie told me it wasnt my fault. i felt like the worst piece of crap yesterday and i excused myself to the loo. spent quite a while cooping myself in a cubicle and sobbed. (yeah, sounds so sad lah..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came out to find yen waiting for me outside. so i was being asked like what was wrong and all so i started to share with her whats really gg on in my life. sighs. she perked me up abit lar.. she dotes on me alot i guess. even gave me a hug sia. well i love her man cos i know shes there for me and thts so enough alrd.. she was even so sensitive to my needs to the entire night that i think no one else would have realised.  went supper with my colleagues but i ddnt speak much. just sat there and listened to their conversations. but jon lim is a funny boy. i confided in him too, and hes also quite a messed up kid on the run la.. haha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well whatever it is. im just going off now lar. dont really feel like updating much. i think the only thing in my mind now is my family.. oh yes, i want to go shopping with julia james owen yuanqi jingmin jianjie and nez again! they are such great companions ive realised. :) the hols are here and i wish sch just wont have to start! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109185969723280742?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109185969723280742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109185969723280742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109185969723280742' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109185751559297739</id><published>2004-08-07T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T13:50:24.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a picture tells a thousand words. i so dont agree with it. i think a song will be better, it'd probably tell you a zillion words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama please stop cryin'&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand the sound&lt;br /&gt;Your pain is painful&lt;br /&gt;and it's tearin' me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear glasses breaking&lt;br /&gt;As I sit up in my bed&lt;br /&gt;I told dad you didn't mean&lt;br /&gt;Those nasty things you said&lt;br /&gt;You fight about money&lt;br /&gt;'bout me and my brother&lt;br /&gt;And this I come home to&lt;br /&gt;This is my shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't easy, growin' up in World War 3&lt;br /&gt;Never knowin' what love could be&lt;br /&gt;You'll see, I don't want love to destroy me&lt;br /&gt;Like it has done my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we work it out? (Can we?)&lt;br /&gt;Can we be a family? (Can we?)&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll be better (I promise)&lt;br /&gt;Mommy I'll do anything (I'll do anything)&lt;br /&gt;Can we work it out?&lt;br /&gt;Can we be a family?&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll be better&lt;br /&gt;Daddy please don't leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy please stop yellin' (stop)&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand the sound (I can't stand the sound)&lt;br /&gt;Make mama stop cryin'&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need you around (yeh yeh yeh yeh)&lt;br /&gt;My mama she loves you (I know)&lt;br /&gt;No matter what she says it's true&lt;br /&gt;I know that she hurts you&lt;br /&gt;But remember I love you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll run away today, run from the noise&lt;br /&gt;Ran away (ran away)&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna go back to that place&lt;br /&gt;But don't have no choice, no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our family portrait (In our family portrait)&lt;br /&gt;We look pretty happy (We look pretty happy)&lt;br /&gt;Let's play pretend, let's act like it&lt;br /&gt;Comes naturally&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna have to split the holidays &lt;br /&gt;I don't want two addresses&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a stepbrother anyways&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want my mom to have to change her last name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In our family portrait&lt;br /&gt;We look pretty happy&lt;br /&gt;We look pretty normal&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back to that&lt;br /&gt;In our family portrait&lt;br /&gt;We look pretty happy&lt;br /&gt;Let's play pretend, act like it&lt;br /&gt;Goes naturally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy don't leave... daddy don't leave&lt;br /&gt;Daddy don't leave... daddy don't leave&lt;br /&gt;Daddy don't leave... daddy don't leave&lt;br /&gt;Turn around please&lt;br /&gt;Daddy don't leave... Turn around please&lt;br /&gt;Remember the night you left &lt;br /&gt;You took my shin-ing star&lt;br /&gt;Daddy don't leave... daddy don't leave&lt;br /&gt;Daddy don't leave... dont leave us here alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, l'll be nicer&lt;br /&gt;I'll be so much better&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell my brother&lt;br /&gt;I won't spill the milk at dinner&lt;br /&gt;I'll be so much better&lt;br /&gt;I'll do everything right&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your little girl forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll go to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Oooh Ooh OhOh Ooh Oh Oh Oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109185751559297739?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109185751559297739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109185751559297739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109185751559297739' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109142281214876141</id><published>2004-08-02T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T13:04:05.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hillsong | with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a wet monday afternoon. just finished lunch. oh, guess wht? theres journalism test tmr. sighs. ive yet to start on my med &amp; soc revision. ok, no stress no stress. must learn to trust God. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws, had a great weekend.. spent my time just hanging arnd in andrew's office ystd. so many funny vids! lol. sighs, wkends nvr fail to perk me up, esp ppl in church. i dont have to go for lessons for 2 wks! ooh how short is tht, but still i want to cherish every sec and every min im holding on to now. time slips away fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh yea, im really touched lah. alan bro actually msg-ed me on friday and asked if i was fine after work, cos he was kinda worried as he thot i was putting up a brave front. but in actual fact i was fine.. still appreciate him alot. and jon lim came over to bakers and gave me these strawberries cream swirl candies.. haha. "emelia, i havent forgotten about you. tis is for you.." lol. wah the candies are nice man. i wanna buy em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the reason" by hoobastank is still so nice. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sighs- i dont want the same nightmare to re-occur again as it did 2 years ago.. it just scares me so badly. haiya, i want to go to esplanade so badly also!! i want to view fireworks on national day. who wants to go with the pitiful emelia?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109142281214876141?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109142281214876141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109142281214876141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109142281214876141' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109136435430339588</id><published>2004-08-01T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T20:51:05.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will sing about everything You are always&lt;br /&gt;I will tell the world everything You've done in me&lt;br /&gt;I stand on higher ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was lost but now I'm here &lt;br /&gt;With You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My refuge&lt;br /&gt;My stronghold&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;br /&gt;With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faithful One&lt;br /&gt;Holding on&lt;br /&gt;I am always with You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future of the world is within Your hands of love&lt;br /&gt;Love reaches me&lt;br /&gt;I am in awe of You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109136435430339588?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109136435430339588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109136435430339588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109136435430339588' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109103984196629112</id><published>2004-07-29T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T02:51:35.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoobastank | the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one song i wld nvr get bored and tired of is "the reason" by hoobastank. im sucha sucka (woo suck-a!) for it!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. look at the time now, it's like frigging early &amp; late now!! it's gg to be 3am so what the heck am i doing here?! very good question. im planning on my journalism report, and of which the DEADline is friday. spastic journalism.. ok here am i, going on my usual routine of complaining again.. singaporeans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. didnt manage to make it to bakers-inn get-together session.. so sad. basically cos of *someone* (ahem haha) who advises me to stay home since im sick. well its okay lah, cos in the end, vickie smsed me saying shes not going too. so theres only the 2 jons, raymond, jeremy and yen. sheesh. so overpowered by the guys population. (exclude yen, shes a bung haha!) haha so was sms-ing yen the whole of just now and told her abt my school &amp; stuffs.. she never fails to give me very inspirational advices.. love her man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mid-term tests are coming up and im feeling so laid-back. first time in my life i think. hahah! cant be bothered. but james ah, still trying to motivate me to study.. ok lah. i will, soon. haha. oh man.. the term break is coming up soon, which is alrd suggested to be redundant from the lecturers.. "aiyah.. you people still got so many projects to do during the hols.." ok, so tell me, why have hols in the first place right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm was kinda down again, missing my friends.. -sighs- why am i alws missing em? alws wondering how they're doing and all.. pyschotic. haha. but i dont care man, im gg to meet rein soon.. in august. a pact sia! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok cheer up emelia, you can do it, yes you can.. (frequently used quote of mine back in cornerstone community church..) but it's pretty amazing how God forwards the time with such speed when i ddnt even realise.. sometimes im abit of an irony myself.. wishing time goes by a bit faster, but sometimes i wish it will never stop.. blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, essential graphic still sucks a whole load.. -yawns- sheesh. better go now. got to wake up tmr to bring belt to minmin, and have lunch with my bestie siz* .. goodnight world.. sleep tight dont let no bed bug bites..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109103984196629112?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109103984196629112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109103984196629112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109103984196629112' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109089922146528908</id><published>2004-07-27T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T13:13:10.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>planet shakers | my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a fine tuesday morning and im supposed to attend journalism lecture now. but, guess what?! im at home now! reason being is that im currently sick.. ive been like that since last thursday, sore throat + cough + lotsa phlegm, ee. ystd night was so terrible lar.. i coughed til i fell aslp, lol! and of cos inside my body, everything hurts so badly. the best advices one could offer now - pray hard, and see doctor. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, i had cell grp meeting again. so sorry cldnt join the rest after that cos i was sick, and also, i wanted to go home to see my sis &amp; my brother in law. hhaa. went supper with my beloved seniors, ah tan, vincent &amp; andrew. was coughing like mad can.. we went geylang to have tao huey haha and those 3 fellas were so crappy lor.. stupid andrew kept complaining hahahahaha over a few road signs at my area.. so cute lor haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, started off a day with a very terrible news. ok, i shall not go into tht. everyone who heard abt the news (in my cell) was kinda affected, not excluding me of cos. went to town with lavonne, joy, sabrina, natalie &amp; christina. intended to go shopping la, but everyone else was so tired. so we just sat around taka and chatted. you can see the pics in the gallery lar. hahaa. but on the way home it was so funny sia. their laughter so darn contagious lor. esp sabby. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. ok it was funnnnn larr.. went home with an aching stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ystd sat with belinda &amp; debbie during lecture. the 2 girls ah, stoned in class ah. hahahaa, but my dear belinda alws put a smile on my face, despite of me feeling abit grouchy in the morning. hahaha must go shopping with her &amp; debbie after mid term tests sia. esther (frm class t03) is so sweet can, she knew tht im sick and offered to pray for me.. woo, i love tht girl you know.. hmm, and andrea too! so sweet lar they all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whts new is tht ive decided to reconcile with tht friend tht kinda hurt me in the past. told him i'm gg to start the friendship anew. cos i am sure God convicted me on sunday. ok, now, no more grudges, no more bitterness. :) and i feel so much better now.. yipppeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, and theres a bakers inn get-together tmr.. dinner at marina bay! i hope i'd be able to make it there. hope tht i'll recover soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109089922146528908?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109089922146528908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109089922146528908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109089922146528908' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798432.post-109078028984702596</id><published>2004-07-26T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T10:59:04.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.spideyman.mypicgallery.com"&gt;new pics (1)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happysunday.mypicgallery.com"&gt;new pics (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6798432-109078028984702596?l=aromaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109078028984702596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6798432/posts/default/109078028984702596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aromaddict.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109078028984702596' title=''/><author><name>Emelia Rebekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/spell-bound/Haha.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
