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Call me nikki or ella, both are fine with me. I'm a proud filipina living in Singapore. EIGHTEEN. I talk coffee, music, photography and art. LOVE ME FOR IT.

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Monday, November 24, 2008
introducing: AJ Rafael

I know he's not handsome, but I fell for his voice and music. Hahaha. All original compositions, mind you. If I'm not wrong, he's a Filipino living in Boston. I wish I could find a dude as talented as him... AND HANDSOME! Haha.

Serenade me, babyyyyyy! (:





A quick update on my life:
1. I have only one week left before I start my regular schedule in Maui Wowi.
2. I'm effing broke now...
3. I MISS VINITHA. =(
4. There's this really great guy that likes me, but I'm still not ready to step into another relationship (all thanks to trauma)...
5. Maybe with the help of Ate Karen, I would be able to work at Starbucks (WOO!!).
11:15 PM




Monday, November 17, 2008
I ran out of reasons to stay.

"Mahal kita, pero ang sakit sakit na..."
Akala ko kaya kong higitan ang nalagpasan ko para maabot ka...

3:15 AM




Saturday, November 15, 2008
i'm pretty sure i'm heading the right way.



You loved him
, God knows that. You gave more than any woman could, and everyone looks up to what you have came to prove. But you're also getting hurt more than you should. I suggest you start listening to your friends. YOU'RE TOO GOOD OF A WOMAN FOR HIM........

1. When you were hurting, he did nothing but tell you that he's also in the same situation as you. But if he really is, then why does he let everything stay as it is? Why doesn't he take the initiative to do something to make the both of you feel better?
2. When you were alone, he stood at another girl's side.
3. You changed for him when he didn't.
4. On the days you said "no", he continued. But on return, you followed his every demand.
5. When you fight with him, he stops showing you how much he loves you. If he truly cares, where did the "love is unconditional" go?
6. On the days you want to clear your mind and have fun, he refuses. To him, clearing your mind and having fun is being selfish because you're leaving him alone to suffer. But when it's his turn to look for fun and you ask him to stay with you instead, he gets angry. Again, to him, what you asked was selfish.
He was never fair to your needs, and you know that.
7. He changed you to someone you never wished to be. He brought you to a place you never dreamed to be in. Yet, you went along.
8. When you go through troubles, he leaves you to solve them alone. He doesn't help because according to him, "it's just the same old shit. when it finally turns out alright, the trouble comes back again".
9. He doesn't let you go out with your friends 'cos he considers them as a bad influence. But when he goes out with his friends, you're expected to trust him and let him have fun.
10. Yet, when you start to let go, he cries. He undergoes a stage of depression, and he openly shows it to his family. With that, his family starts to think negatively about you, eventhough you weren't the cause of his pain but himself alone.

You fought for him against your family, friends, and dignity. But tell me, was he really worth it all?
When he says "I love you", do you truly deeply believe it?
3:40 PM




Thursday, November 13, 2008
i was not meant to work in hawaii.

Step 1: Grab all your secondary school books.
Step 2: Take your entry proof from your wallet/bag/file.
Step 3: Pull out all your sets of uniforms from your cabinet (but make sure to leave one complete set).
Step 4: Now, BURN THAT MUTTAH FOOKER!

BOOM, BABY! After 5 years of studying in a secondary school, I'm finally heading to my tertiary education. Needless to say, this event is the sex. It feels effing gooooooood! \m/

After the paper (which was last tuesday morning), it's party time for the dudes and chicks. We went for sushi and bowling from 3-10pm. Four games of bowling made my thumb bleed (literally), and eight plates of sushi made my stomach hurt like EFF. But, yes, it was a great day.



Today, I went for my first day of work at Maui Wowi...

ALOHA! =D


Honestly, their employment system is screwed up.

1. When I went for the interview a week ago, they said my pay would be $5 per hour. But when I talked to my boss today, he said he'll lower it down to $4.50 per hour. It's somehow like their "principle of meritocracy":
I do well = they'll increase my pay.

2. Supposedly, today would be my beginning of being a regular employee of Maui. But after talking to Tony, he said that he would need me to stop working till one of my colleague quits (reason: over-staffed). Sadly, that's not till December 1st. So currently, I'm jobless...

It was a bad first-day, as all of you can see. Though I came to love my colleagues after only knowing them for a few hours, I still find this day as one of my most unlucky days...

Anyway, since I'm free tomorrow, I'll be heading to vinitha's house to ruin her bedroom and mess up her kitchen. HAHA. And at night, I'll be out drinking. Alcohol is definitely what I need right now.
9:16 PM




Saturday, November 8, 2008
Expected salary: your company.

For the past two days, I've been busy hunting for a part-time job around the town area. Yeh know, something to keep me busy until I enter my poly-to-be. I was able to apply in 5 jobs, and I am currently waiting for their phonecalls. I know that I've sworn to myself that I would never ever work in F&B, but I realized that such a job doesn't completely suck after all. You just have to choose the perfect location. (:

Places I have applied at:
1. Starbucks, One Fullerton.
2. Gelare, One Fullerton.

3. Maui Wowi, Suntec.
4. Borders, Wheelock Place.
5. Cedele, Wheelock Place.


Ifever I get the job at starbucks, I'll seriously totally gladly go for it. Forget the other 4 options, man! HAHA. Being a barista would be the perfect part-time job to-be. Well, atleast for me.


Anyway, here are some random photos. (:


Damn. I'm not used being at home anymore. Hahaha.
Let's go out, bitch.
1:56 PM




Wednesday, November 5, 2008
five hours of sleep ain't good.

Yeh. Finally, after such a long time, I can update my blog! Yessaaaaa. I know it's not yet the 11th of November, but there wouldn't be any more exam papers till that day. In short, I have 8 days to relax. Yes, to relax. And man, it feels goooooood!

Yesterday night, I went to meet nisak for dinner. MY LONG LOST BESTFRIEND THAT I HAVEN'T SEEN SINCE GOD-KNOW-WHEN. Anyway, we had dinner in this really cool Nepali restaurant in Arab Street where food was to die for. Finger lickin' good, baby! HAHA. Very filling though, so we decided to pack out our leftovers. After which, SHEESHA TIME!!!

Yeh, it was my first time to try it. I smoked sheesha for 2hrs last night, and from the fact that I'm a bit asthmatic, I don't know how I survived! HAHA. But it was great. Cos I didn't die. Hahahaha. Nah, I'm kidding. It wasn't that deadly. According to nisak, it's a "healthy tobacco". Though the both of us have no idea how the sheesha works, we believe that it is healthy. HAHA.

Around 11:30pm, jordan, timmy, sean and nisak's boyfriend came. Since this is the first time I mentioned their names, let me give you a quick intro:

Jordan: A new filipino guy I met. Seventeen.
Timmy: "Little boy", as I like to call him. Very clumsy (no, not as clumsy as jared). Sixteen.
Sean: This dude's cute. And jordan told me that he likes me. Hahaha. Eighteen.
Nisak's boyfriend: If I'm not wrong, his name is Youth. A Nepali. Twenty two.

After sheesha, I had to leave. Since I had to be home by 1am and I left Arab Street at 12:40am, I told the taxi driver to drive faster. HE DROVE AT 130KM/H, DUDEEEEEE!!! I was so scared that I decided to wear the backseat seatbelt! HAHA.

Yeh, that should be it. I want to go out later, but I don't know who to invite nor where to go.

Are you free?

P.S. Pictures are in timmy's thousand-dollar-worth nikon camera. Man, I still can't get over the fact that his dad JUST DECIDED to buy him that freaking camera. Rich fucker.
12:22 PM