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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.

EXITS ♥

Go be stupid somewhere else.
I won't leave my links here.


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Friday, December 4, 2009
Bye burning candle.

When I say it's over between us,
I MEANT GET A LIFE.
Stop stalking me from reading my blog.
Stop asking around on how I've been since you last talked to me.
GET
A
LIFE.

Imma change my blog URL soon.
No more updates after this, but will let you guys know my new site once it's done.
JUST FRIENDS, NO STALKERS.
This has been up for more than a year, and it's about time I change it.
Nah, won't delete this for the sake of the memories.
But you losers better not drool on my archive and remember those days we were still connected, shoo.
10:07 PM




Monday, November 30, 2009
I'm being random again, uh-oh.

Most of the blogs I've went to have this weird way of blogging.
PICTURES WITH WRITTEN QUOTES...
BLACK AND WHITE PHOTOS...

ONE PROFOUND SENTENCE STRUCTURED POSTS...

Emo is fucken IN now.
One snap and BOOMXZXZXZ!
The world was filled with black-polished nails and messy punk hairstyle
mcm got sabotaged by mojo jojo.

I'm waiting for my fat boyfriend to finish doing his work.
Then I'll receive his nightly phonecall and we can go to sleep together.
No, not "sleep together" as in have some slutty intercourse or something.
Just literally SLEEP TOGETHER. Geez.
I ain't in the mood to wear my bunny outfit tonight. Wtf. HAHA.

Tomorrow's the first day of December...












so tomorrow's December 1st, duh.
11:55 PM




Friday, November 27, 2009
1234 HIGH FIVE MY ASS, LOSER.


I think I've abandoned this blog for way too long.
Nong nong agooooo. Pfft.
If you can't say LONG, just don't say it. HAHA.

I'm starting to have scars on my left arm.
I wanna scream like how the sims do when they burn their kitchen.
Med creams are not working either.
They're just staining my skin like cums. Pfft.

That didn't come out right in my mind. xD

Kay, so today is a public holiday.
People crowded orchard like there were some free starbucks giveaways.
I squeezed myself through people's B.O.s to get to places.
Wanted to buy some stuff, but saved the money to pay Isk back.
SEE HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU, ISKANDAR. -..-

I'm getting addicted to GTA. xD
TALK ABOUT RANDOM. Hahahah.
Since mom bought me a new PS3, she bought me a game too.
How I wish she bought Hero Band instead.
But she said that'll be for next year.
She still couldn't get over my $6000-worth 18th birthday party. -..-

Kay, I think I've updated enough.
It's time for some Ella-time again.
Now stop thinking some sick stuff, you mofos. xD
11:44 PM




Friday, November 20, 2009
Let's get wasted, honey.

I'm currently sitting on my lecturer's table using my laptop.
CALL ME COOL, COS I KNOW I AM. xD

See. Behind me's the project closet. HAHA.

I've also plugged my laptop to the speakers.
So now I'm blasting songs in my studio.
Edwin (lecturer) is keeping his mouth shut while grading our paper models.
Oh, how peacefuuuuul. :]

We're suppose to be in the workshop now doing our wood models.
But our woods were part of the paper model exhibition.
Can't take them till Edwin finishes his grading.
See how he can be such a pain in the ass sometimes. -..-

I FUCKEN MISSED MAC BREAKFAST.
I woke up late, so I arrived mac at exactly 11am.
I watched the staff remove the breakfast menu out of my sight.
TALK ABOUT HEART PAIN.
After that I slashed myself infront of their faces.
No la. xD

Okay, heck it.
I'm going to take my wood and get started with my work.
No time to spare since I'll be busy this weekend getting drunk.
And giving Jamilah a wedgie everytime she attempts to whine. xD
2:20 PM




Thursday, November 19, 2009
Oh well, cant think of a title.

I'm totally moving away from the emo world.
I have issues with black-polished nails. HAHA.


Saturday night would be Urbandub's gig at youth park.
Then Isk's expensive chalet at downtown.
Hardcore dancing. Drinking. Partying all night.
JYEAH, THAT'S THE LIFE.

Saw this group of bimbo minahs at Admiralty station today.
Trying to diss an auntie by asking her what time is it.
There's a fucking big clock at the platform, you loserfucks. Pfft.
"Auntie, what time ah? I'm cool so I make other people check the time for me."
*giggles behind the auntie*
FYS, you hairy shitballs.

Oh, I'm gonna have another photoshoot next Tuesday.
I'm gonna photoshoot for the January issue of Teenage Magazine! xD
Surprisingly, only 4 people were chosen from the entire school, me being one.
They like to nominate me so much for such spots, idk why. -..-
Oh well, I'll get CCA points anyway.
And I'll be exempted from my whole afternoon class. x)

But people, seriously ah...
STOP CALLING ME MISS POPULAR. -..-
11:22 PM




Monday, November 16, 2009
Not pleased. Not at all.

Girlfriend waits for boyfriend's phonecall all night.
Boyfriend finally calls, drunk at 12midnight.

Boyfriend wants to go to sleep.

Girlfriend let's him go to sleep, missing yet another nightly phonecall.

All alone in the evening, as always.


"I can't talk on the phone too long, babe. My class starts early tomorrow"
I didn't know it changes with ol' alcohol.
"What the hell. Screw school. Let's drink all night long."

Naggy naggy naggy me.
I should get used to this shitty cycle by now.
I should just let him do whatever he freaking wants to do.
I ain't his mother, for god's sake.
So stfu, Ella. Seriously, stfu.

I guess I should just scrap "phonecalls" as my favourite part of the day.
What's the point, really?
Is it too much to ask? Idk anymore.
12:30 AM




Friday, November 13, 2009
E71 rocks my balls.

This is so awesomeeeee.
You wanna know why?
Cos i'm using my awesome phone to create an awesome post!
Kay, maybe not so awesome. -..-

Well, i was planning go all emo in the post.
But my excitement killed it. Pfft.
I dont even know how this would come out in my blog.
All i know is that i'm typing through my keypads.
Grr, okay. This is getting stupid.
9:59 AM