<?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-27566340</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:24:18.364+08:00</updated><category term='those ladies'/><category term='80% accurate'/><category term='I miss my Vainpot'/><category term='He&apos;s my lollipop'/><category term='Fuck lullabies'/><category term='Messy'/><category term='Let the pictures do the talking.'/><category term='last words'/><category term='Tempting sharp blades'/><category term='BLOODY'/><category term='virtue of fact'/><category term='mdfk'/><category term='still'/><category term='post-apocalyptic'/><category term='MYE Outbreak'/><category term='lolli'/><category term='(Our)history in the making'/><category term='Crash-dieting anyone?'/><category term='Tales about fame'/><category term='force myselffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff break the ice'/><category term='Doomed'/><category term='or maybe two'/><category term='Loathe'/><category term='Drive me to the climax'/><category term='Oh yeahh'/><category term='Je&apos;taime'/><category term='Polar Cafe'/><category term='a boring girl is an angry girl'/><category term='Boo'/><category term='TSK II'/><category term='got illusionised as well?'/><category term='my name&apos;s tatianna hehehe'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='ARGH'/><category term='compare'/><category term='to the drain'/><category term='bloody mary this is scary'/><category term='Disaster'/><category term='TSK'/><category term='for just a lie'/><category term='Hate'/><category term='this shit'/><category term='Gobbledygook'/><category term='Got the theory?'/><category term='Scary-mary'/><category term='am i right or am i not'/><category term='let&apos;s cry together'/><category term='Irony'/><category term='Two birthdays'/><category term='with love'/><category term='p.s more pics to come'/><category term='Unveiled'/><category term='Etc'/><category term='shall we'/><category term='i remain in solitude'/><category term='GAGSSSSS'/><category term='Lethargy kills'/><category term='bored'/><category term='it&apos;s fact'/><category term='But big girls don&apos;t cry'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='The irony'/><category term='What spells beyond gross?'/><category term='Gagging'/><category term='Pfft.'/><category term='Resolutions resolved'/><category term='ditto'/><category term='Esplanade lib'/><category term='FINGERS CROSSED.'/><category term='get back'/><category term='Shoo'/><category term='Friends for never (Fuck)'/><category term='Living in denial'/><category term='Inner thoughts: Helter-skelter mode'/><category term='I&apos;m scared'/><category term='NUM'/><category term='soccer soccer soccer'/><category term='I love surveys'/><category term='Capricornyyyyyyy me'/><category term='Hot gossip awaits'/><category term='Don&apos;t care'/><category term='Am I making the right choice?'/><title type='text'>Dainty</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-4489098803673648378</id><published>2008-04-03T07:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T07:57:17.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moved to &lt;a href="http://mycattyardour.livejournal.com/"&gt;mycattyardour.lj&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Due to privacy's sake, I've blocked some entries from the public eye (fyi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-4489098803673648378?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4489098803673648378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=4489098803673648378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4489098803673648378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4489098803673648378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/04/cherios.html' title='Cherios'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-8776373766905703514</id><published>2008-03-30T21:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T22:32:16.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for just a lie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='or maybe two'/><title type='text'>Cause I'm a bad girlfriend</title><content type='html'>And so I have committed the&lt;strong&gt; gravest of the gravest mistake all girlfriends would have done in the universe&lt;/strong&gt;, haven't I? That I've sinned so much such that I don't deserve that chance to salvage the situation right? I'll take the rap. I'm sorry for wasting your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: You've kept me in the lurch as well, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-8776373766905703514?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8776373766905703514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=8776373766905703514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8776373766905703514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8776373766905703514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/03/cause-im-bad-girlfriend.html' title='Cause I&apos;m a bad girlfriend'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-6325041511038907572</id><published>2008-03-25T10:28:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:50:24.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloody mary this is scary'/><title type='text'>Vengeful valediction</title><content type='html'>Transitlink's customer service hotline is being such a whore! I tried calling in several times &amp;amp; what did I receive in response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sorry. The customer service officer is currently busy. You will be served in a while. Please wait... (fill in the blanks, blah blah -.-)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! &lt;strong&gt;Right.&lt;/strong&gt; Eventually, the background music (they got the hotline tuned in to some dubious &lt;em&gt;soothing&lt;/em&gt; music while waiting) served me for I'd say forever? Blimey! I've never pined for any ear therapy, like hello? I merely &lt;s&gt;want&lt;/s&gt; need whoever's on duty to be on the line NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eye caught the phrase 'Delete all' as she scrolled down the menu-drop fixed in the screen of the cell. Should she or shouldn't she? Her right thumb shifted aimlessly about the button, with her mind whizzing in a buzz, attempting hard to rank the degree of redundance should she still opt to keep them all. But, everything has already come to a dead halt right? The&lt;em&gt; other party&lt;/em&gt; had been declared &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;self independence since forever. She shouldn't be so persistent to being hesitant now, or should she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep breather, a strong heart, a determined mind, plus tightly-shut eyes, the button was clicked. One by one, the virtual dispatch got themselves ditched, ditched, ditched for good. An evil smile crept in. An uncontrollable reckless scheme grasped her mind, fragmented her sanity for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, &lt;em&gt;worthless reminiscience&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramen ten, starbucks, clarke quay yesterday with the girls, ahh! More to come? Chill at an exquisite club at clarke quay till the wee hour, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;P.S: gay clubs and fairul, hmm. must be an experience to remember, lol. turn 18&lt;br /&gt;quick, dyna! yay. then we go that salsa club also, let's!&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: cannot wait&lt;br /&gt;for slumber partayyyyyyyy, if there's one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realize that orientation's like in a goddamned&lt;strong&gt; less than a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;month&lt;/strong&gt;'s time! Talk about new school, environment, social circle, lecturers, et cetera et cetera et cetera. Nerve-wrecking much? God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-6325041511038907572?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6325041511038907572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=6325041511038907572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6325041511038907572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6325041511038907572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/03/vengeful-valediction.html' title='Vengeful valediction'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-3557019063260332636</id><published>2008-03-16T23:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:30:07.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my name&apos;s tatianna hehehe'/><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your German Name is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/germannamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elfi Arianne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/germannamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your German Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Russian Name Is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/russiannamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tatianna Feodora Lebedev&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/russiannamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Russian Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; 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voila, I'm one step closer to being dubbed officially as a tp student! Having completed plus submitted all those shitty administrative stuffs would gotta be, I shall/must admit, a hell of a load of my mind- really. Blame it on me (of course) for being mega-reliant on correction tape &amp;amp; liquid (despite the countless times of reading the instructions stated in the enrolment guide. Damn those itchy fingers of mine!), thus forcing to drag myself to tp yesterday to redeem those new documents back. Inspiring much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO MAKE THINGS WORST, my ezlink card was confiscated by a &lt;em&gt;proudly-declared&lt;/em&gt; (or so the bloody subject claimed to be) &lt;em&gt;go-by-the-hell-of-a-book&lt;/em&gt; chinese bus driver. He babbled on &amp;amp; on about how a polytechnic student's supposed to use a matric card each &amp;amp; every time one boards a public transport, thus reaching to a conclusion that I should get it by now and et cetera &amp;amp; that I shouldn't be selfish to use children's fare cause of justice- wtf?! I retaliated hard &amp;amp; tried explaining to him of course, but eventually I lost (duh? Was like at his mercy that time). He snatched my card away, slipped it in his pocket, tore some dumb strip for redeem cash balance purposes &amp;amp; lectured -.- Damn! He tried so hard to publicize me as some &lt;em&gt;juvenile criminal&lt;/em&gt; that I got so angry, that I stormed off to the last seat &amp;amp; got my ears blasted to loud music. ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S: 'could have been nicer to me right, mr driver? see, you're just too rude a driver that i forgot to record down ur stupid plate number onto my lovely cell. i was boiling so much inside out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.P.S: am i the only one college dropout to receive such treatment from a driver? it's not like i'm the only one using the blue concession card still, hello? i know of other college retirees who still use 'em without even getting reprimanded by dubious people. i mean, i understand that much sooner than later, i'm gonna use adult concession fare, but c'mon, just 1 month's grace- would it hurt you so much to spare me tt? aiyo. hahaha diana, you're jinxed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.P.P.S: could've used profanities on you to show how mad I was at that moment, but on second thoughts, i'm thankful to god for being such a pro in anger management. wouldn't wanna be as unethical as you, eww? haven't i got enough humiliation as it was already!? tsk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I'm like&lt;strong&gt; still in high spirits&lt;/strong&gt; (as written in the previous entry)! With my crazy pussies, good friends &amp;amp; family by my side, what more could I yearn for now? As for relationships, we'll talk about that some other time ah k? For now, embrace singlehood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-3868241477451228454?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3868241477451228454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=3868241477451228454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/3868241477451228454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/3868241477451228454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/03/toast-to-vengeance.html' title='a toast to vengeance'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-2364697851653182377</id><published>2008-03-05T23:24:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T10:52:03.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ditto'/><title type='text'>SPOT ON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"You are focused on something serious, maybe your job, maybe a problem with your kid. You can make amazing progress, thanks to your single-mindedness and willingness to get things started."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-www.astrology.com/straits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Feb 23, 2008 (Saturday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Read: &lt;em&gt;focused on something serious&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Don't really WISH to disclose the matter any further&lt;/strong&gt;, but yes, I'm indeed &lt;em&gt;working &lt;/em&gt;on some mission right now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.P.S: Read: &lt;em&gt;you can make amazing progress&lt;/em&gt;!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Pretty extremely excited to witness the outcome! Things are getting to be way better than I expected- I'm so looking forward to the&lt;em&gt; change&lt;/em&gt; so much&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.P.P.S: Get out of the way, ruthless blues! Let the fabulous high spirits shimmy in for now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very idea that &lt;em&gt;sparrow&lt;/em&gt; keeps throwing questioning glances at ili during breaks &lt;s&gt;quite&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;really&lt;/s&gt; totally catches my attention. From the sound of it, that somehow spells 'hmm, where's your other half, I wonder?' Yessa! C'mon, being a tad wishful for just a mere moment won't hurt, will it? Don't crack la, sakinah. I'm bloody happy that he acknowledges my existence! Somehow. (I choose to think that way! SHUT UP) Haha! -.- (note that I'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; desperate for his attention though, hello?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality-check: I've lost faith in guys &amp;amp; love, fucking duh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such littlest things that quite turn me on. Tsk. Ah well. Not that of a big deal to me. What matters is- I'M HAPPY &lt;em&gt;LIKE&lt;/em&gt; OVER THE MOON, SUPER-DUPER EXUBERANT now. All smiles, pussies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What career will suit your personality?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You would be very happy in a career that utilised your level-headedness, and allowed you to work mainly on your own. You want a career that allows you to stimulate your senses and your mind, without having to be involved with lots of people. Some careers that would be perfect for you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novelist&lt;/em&gt; (YAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photographer&lt;/em&gt; (don't mention this! i don't wanna be in the scene, those die-hard trend-followers, pfft)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vet&lt;/em&gt; (eww? this job's so liyana, not me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Medical Technician&lt;br /&gt;Paralegal&lt;/em&gt; (WOW! really ah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geologist &lt;/em&gt;(fuck geography)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marine Biologist&lt;br /&gt;Graphic Designer&lt;br /&gt;Online Content Developer&lt;br /&gt;Webmaster&lt;br /&gt;Computer Security&lt;br /&gt;Producer&lt;br /&gt;Computer Programmer&lt;br /&gt;Technical Writer&lt;br /&gt;Systems Analyst&lt;br /&gt;Meteorologist&lt;/em&gt; (wtf?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artist &lt;/em&gt;(hahahahaha! right! i suck at drawing, dude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You like working and being alone. You like to avoid attention at all costs. You tend to keep to yourself, and not interact much with the people around you. You enjoy spending time with a few a close friends. You like to listen to others, but don't like sharing much about yourself. You are very quiet and private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very practical, and only act after thinking things through. You don't like being forced to answer quickly. You have to evaluate the situation completely. You make decisions based on what you can verify with your senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to be involved deeply in one or two special projects. You like to be behind the scenes. You are very logical and fair. You feel you should be honest with others at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You trust what is certain. You only like new ideas if they can be practically applied to the situation. You value what is real. You use your common sense. You like to utilise the skills you have instead of learning new ones. You are very specific and detailed when writing or talking to others. You follow directions well. You like things to be laid out for you to do instead of working them out for yourself. You like decisions to be made. You don't like things to be left in limbo. You like to know what you are getting into before you commit to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to focus on the here and now. You enjoy completing projects. It is important for you to achieve and succeed. Therefore, you believe in working hard and playing later. You like to set goals and work towards them.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;-&lt;a href="http://quiz.ivillage.co.uk/cgi-bin/uk_work/tests/career.pl"&gt;http://quiz.ivillage.co.uk/cgi-bin/uk_work/tests/career.pl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your celebrity twin? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kate Hudson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your ideal life is that of a Bohemian beach bum. You're the quintessential fun girl -the one all the guys want to hang out with for her natural beauty and laid-back attitude. Like Kate, you embrace the hippie lifestyle and are a free spirit. You need a man who can make you laugh, and you understand how hard marriage and relationships can be. (Kate has said she never wanted to know if her soon-to-be ex-husband, Chris Robinson, was cheating on her). You form close bonds with your immediate family but can separate the good people in your life from those who are poor influences.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.ivillage.co.uk/cgi-bin/uk_politics/tests/CelebDoubleQuiz.pl"&gt;http://quiz.ivillage.co.uk/cgi-bin/uk_politics/tests/CelebDoubleQuiz.pl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-2364697851653182377?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2364697851653182377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=2364697851653182377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2364697851653182377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2364697851653182377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/03/spot-on.html' title='SPOT ON!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-8352411785306936312</id><published>2008-02-26T07:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T08:39:32.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>Survey time!</title><content type='html'>1. Do you think people talk about you&lt;br /&gt;behind your back?&lt;br /&gt;- do i look like i give a damn on this? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who on your Friendster Featured&lt;br /&gt;Friend do you talk to the most?&lt;br /&gt;- haven't got any in the list for decades, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What time is your alarm clock set&lt;br /&gt;for?&lt;br /&gt;- 0545: wake-up call for the sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If there was a fire, what would be&lt;br /&gt;the first thing you would grab?&lt;br /&gt;- cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Flip flops or sneakers?&lt;br /&gt;- former&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who's your favorite Disney princess?&lt;br /&gt;- all?! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;- it's been aeons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Has anyone ever called you lazy?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever tried sticking your&lt;br /&gt;fingers together?&lt;br /&gt;- have got better things to do than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What CD is currently in your CD&lt;br /&gt;player?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't do cd players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you prefer regular or chocolate&lt;br /&gt;milk?..&lt;br /&gt;- fresh whole milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Has anyone told you a secret this&lt;br /&gt;week?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person to call&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;- sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;- skip -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Why?&lt;br /&gt;- SKIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How many siblings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;- three, including me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last time someone gave you flowers?&lt;br /&gt;- ah skip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What movie do you know every line&lt;br /&gt;to?&lt;br /&gt;- not a movie buff here. i know i'm boring, but who bloody cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is the longest book you ever&lt;br /&gt;read?&lt;br /&gt;- a few of 'em. one'd be memoirs of a geisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you mad at anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- nah. i've grown numb to such irritable subjects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you cry a lot?&lt;br /&gt;- no ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you have a desktop computer or&lt;br /&gt;a laptop?&lt;br /&gt;- both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you currently wanting any&lt;br /&gt;piercings or tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is the weather like?&lt;br /&gt;- breezy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Would you ever date someone&lt;br /&gt;covered in tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;- eww! spare me the humiliation, pls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. When was the last time you slept&lt;br /&gt;on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;- idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How many hours of sleep do you&lt;br /&gt;need to function?&lt;br /&gt;- haven't kept track of that yet so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are your days full and fast-paced?&lt;br /&gt;- hell not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;- none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Which celebrity(ies) dead or alive&lt;br /&gt;would you want to have lunch with?&lt;br /&gt;- i don't idolise celebs. but, i don't mind dining with adam levine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is one thing you wish you had?&lt;br /&gt;- skippppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. How's your heart lately?&lt;br /&gt;- still pumping hard to keep me alive -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. When was the last time you went&lt;br /&gt;out?&lt;br /&gt;- ytd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What made you smile today?&lt;br /&gt;- it's still morning, dude. but i just worked out, so i'm pretty happy for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is the person you have&lt;br /&gt;feelings for right now?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When was your last hug, who?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did the last person you held hands&lt;br /&gt;with mean anything to you?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;- only when i'm on vacation (re: suite rooms in hotels, spooky nights)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- bumming ard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who's Friendster Password Do You&lt;br /&gt;Have?&lt;br /&gt;- ili's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Name what you did yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;- booked for theory test. yes, i just found the time for this only ytd -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you dating the last person you&lt;br /&gt;kissed?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever been suspended or&lt;br /&gt;expelled from school?&lt;br /&gt;- god no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is there someone you wanna date&lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever crawled through&lt;br /&gt;window?&lt;br /&gt;- i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;- i guess? ah skip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you too forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ever have a sleepover with the&lt;br /&gt;opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;- yes. do you count cousins in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you closer to your mother or&lt;br /&gt;father?&lt;br /&gt;- frankly speaking, mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever wanted to be a&lt;br /&gt;teacher?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have trust issues?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you live with someone without&lt;br /&gt;marrying them?&lt;br /&gt;- that really depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have your friends ever seen you&lt;br /&gt;cry?&lt;br /&gt;- yes -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who was the last person you cried&lt;br /&gt;in front of?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever wanted to strip naked&lt;br /&gt;in front of someone?&lt;br /&gt;- HAHAHAHAHA YES, WITH MY TWO LOVELY GFS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people can you say you've&lt;br /&gt;really loved?&lt;br /&gt;- i love my family &amp;amp; my bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you eat healthy?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm working on it now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;- losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you could pick one person to&lt;br /&gt;disappear from the planet, who would&lt;br /&gt;it be?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where your sister is right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;- prolly in the sch hall, getting ready to sit for common test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something new you've learned&lt;br /&gt;about yourself recently?&lt;br /&gt;- that i could cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your watch?&lt;br /&gt;- i just bought a new one in white, again! white watches are the ultimate bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know of anyone who likes you?&lt;br /&gt;- who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the name of your school?&lt;br /&gt;- temasek poly ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;- leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is/are your favorite color/s?&lt;br /&gt;- purple, pink &amp;amp; white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closest thing to your right?&lt;br /&gt;- graphic calculator. illyssa, get back to me asap! i need the moneyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy urgently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What t-shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- nightdress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a brother?&lt;br /&gt;- nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time you were born?&lt;br /&gt;- ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who is engaged?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;- -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know someone named Glen?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your mom's hair?&lt;br /&gt;- black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a dog?&lt;br /&gt;- no, that'd be a blasphemy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember singing any songs as a&lt;br /&gt;kid?&lt;br /&gt;- yes! twinkle, twinkle lil star became a hit during my pre-sch times &amp;amp; i was chosen to sing in some major performance when i was four. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you went&lt;br /&gt;swimming?&lt;br /&gt;- a century ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to&lt;br /&gt;one of your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;- just a few mins back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever go to camp as a child?&lt;br /&gt;- yes la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like fire, wind or water?&lt;br /&gt;- all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you allergic to anything?&lt;br /&gt;- quite. consumption of seafood greatly discouraged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like butterflies?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the one thing you miss about&lt;br /&gt;your recent past?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen your school&lt;br /&gt;principal?&lt;br /&gt;- nah-ah, not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to be a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;- yes yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you jealous of anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm jealous of... jessica alba for being so hot! tyra banks, for the uber confidence in her! paris hilton for some great wealthy life she's been gifted! -.- i still love myself though (wow diana! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone jealous of you?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been stuck in an elevator?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your mom call you?&lt;br /&gt;- yana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your sibling/s call you?&lt;br /&gt;- kakak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends call you?&lt;br /&gt;- diana or dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your hair look like right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;- messy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a friend ever used you?&lt;br /&gt;- idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone recently told you that they&lt;br /&gt;like you?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you eaten today?&lt;br /&gt;- haven't got breakfast yet, so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old were you when you first gotten&lt;br /&gt;into a fight?&lt;br /&gt;- lalalala, idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you close with your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;- driving ctr. bedok for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen to other people's advice?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm picky at this. i only trust those whom i'm close to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-8352411785306936312?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8352411785306936312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=8352411785306936312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8352411785306936312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8352411785306936312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/02/survey-time.html' title='Survey time!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-6909029999496016336</id><published>2008-02-25T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:32:34.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='force myselffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff break the ice'/><title type='text'>Prolific fucker IV</title><content type='html'>Like how potions bubbled hard in a seething, often-seen-in-cliche-fairytales witch's cauldron, that's how she felt right then. It gurgled worser &amp;amp; worser as days leapt by until that one fateful moment. The moment when the heart chose to remain &lt;strong&gt;numb.&lt;/strong&gt; Time taught her all. No matter how she made huge efforts in convincing herself that things would reciprocate in the desired way, she knew she couldn't simply live in utter denial for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That things would remain as it was.&lt;br /&gt;That things would stay as it was for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;That things would never change despite endless prayers for badly-yearned miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whizzed her mind,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Say what you want to say, do what you want to do. Go out with whoever by all means, just be it. I shouldn't meddle with your affairs since you've called us quits. You got the freedom that you want- use it.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Whizzed his mind,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Don't get me wrong................................ I'm not having affair(s) diana.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assertions after assertions. Hopes after hopes. Hell. Now she didn't even know who or what to believe anymore. Part of her thought that this was all fake. Part of her &lt;em&gt;inclined/forced&lt;/em&gt; to believe that this was all fake. This thing's going nowhere. Indeed she'd reached a dead end. One solution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Move on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just freaking move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of the month again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: NO! Please, I'm so not refering to pms.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: It's just me &amp;amp; the cruel self-inferior month. TSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! ILI GAVE ME TPJC YEARBOOK! Big deal huh, diana? BUT OF COURSE. THERE'S &lt;em&gt;SPARROW&lt;/em&gt;! Cutest thing in the world. -.-&lt;br /&gt;OH! AND I VIEWED TPJC'S CORPORATE MUSIC VIDEO ALREADY! GOT YOUR FACE ILI! WITH ANNURSHAH SIA. See? Even the cameras chose to cut me off (i sat in front of ili &amp;amp; i wasn't in the vid!). Proven that I'm u-g-l-y. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh cut the crap, Diana. Petty you. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah scram off. SCRAM OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-6909029999496016336?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6909029999496016336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=6909029999496016336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6909029999496016336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6909029999496016336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/02/prolific-fucker-iv_25.html' title='Prolific fucker IV'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-7854581017283538959</id><published>2008-02-19T07:45:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T09:23:14.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get back'/><title type='text'>Perfect surprise &amp; Prolific fucker (III)</title><content type='html'>I was so close to having my system &lt;em&gt;breaking down&lt;/em&gt; from anxiety&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I was jogging around the neighbourhood, as I was getting ready for my second lap, I received this text message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MOE: Congrats NURDIANA BTE HASIM, you are posted to TEMASEK POLY, LAW &amp;amp; MANAGEMENT (T09) under 2008 JAE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lol, who am i kidding- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;breaking down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? I leapt for joy, I could feel my lips curving into a genuinely sickeningly saccharine-ly wide smile in the middle of the streets, in the swarm of people rushing for time, rushing to work, rather! I couldn't care less about the lot, muahaha. Pretty excited to get myself back on track again (note to self: two months left till i officially get enrolled!). Hopefully, it'll give me a new lease on life. Perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S: I realize I have such nice friends, plus such awesome bitches. Thanks a lot for the well-wishings, guys. Totally appreciate them all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S: 2nd lap of jogging to be continued tmr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168479951519173682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R7ohIdMHTDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3ogEOlDowjU/s320/PICT1372.JPG" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168484173472025666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R7ok-NMHTEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/g2xaVHsx6rg/s320/PICT1257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168484830602021986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R7olkdMHTGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/90lJS7KAkq0/s320/PICT0429.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Family's the shit, yo. I'll always love you all no matter how you people can wonderfully transform the serenity in the house into a noisy market. Heeeeeeeeeeehe. (are you okay, diana, no?) Goodness, I miss the cousins! dfjsfhkjfh &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She tossed and turned for what seemed like a zillionth time, but hell, her eyes still refused to shut off. She couldn't stop recollecting the strangest things that happened of late. Yes, it was truly indeniable that she was over the top at the fact that the leeway between them sort of abridged ever since the horror took charge. But, it was rather a cold, oddly pretentious abridger (albeit the friendly tone), she'd rather say. Why the sudden change of behaviour? Ironic circumstances never failed to meddle her disposition, indeed he really made her totally confused. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is his definition of &lt;em&gt;ambiguous&lt;/em&gt;, she really wonder. Ya sure, he's the only one to rule her world, he's the one to make a take, to have the final say in their &lt;em&gt;amorous&lt;/em&gt; relationship, the one that could dispose her off fast &amp;amp; then the next day, asked for another chance again, only to simultaneously call it off come a few days later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But that was what he thought. He&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; the man of her life, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the man of her life indeed. For lord's sake, she couldn't imagine what's worst: having to get fresh with a fickle-brained boyfriend &amp;amp; risked adjusting herself to halfway-made decisions in future or mourning miserably at the span of perhaps a decade over 'this unrequited love'. Damn! Only now could she justify the amount of respect that's been given to her. Rather &lt;strong&gt;dispensable&lt;/strong&gt; was she, after refering to the abovementioned paragraph? What shameful fact. A truly &lt;em&gt;dillemic &lt;/em&gt;situation, you could've witnessed here. Tsk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This ironic behaviour of his had made her indulge into a silent flicker of hope.&lt;/strong&gt; Only to realize that she'd totally tightly be slammed with humiliation, morbid rejection &amp;amp; of course, disappointment (however how much she yearned for reincarnation of histoire). Without any pinch of doubt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson learnt #1: In the subject of love, never, ever involve a female with the opposite-specied homosapiens of the highest-degree in fickle-mindedness.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-7854581017283538959?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7854581017283538959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=7854581017283538959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/7854581017283538959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/7854581017283538959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/02/perfect-surprise-prolific-fucker-iii.html' title='Perfect surprise &amp; Prolific fucker (III)'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R7ohIdMHTDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3ogEOlDowjU/s72-c/PICT1372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-1401515243430392481</id><published>2008-02-15T07:14:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T09:26:11.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with love'/><title type='text'>Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166980737349929922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R7TNmtMHS8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/xlIqmo-hoGc/s320/PICT1011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum's getting older each year! Yes, you guessed right- it's her 42nd birthday yesterday. When everyone else was celebrating valentine's day, it's a different matter for our family. Sisters &amp;amp; I gave her our handmade cards (mine's the prettiest, mind ya!), sang her birthday song like umpteen times, had a little feast indoors (no thanks to 2nd sister; some test's due tomorrow &amp;amp; she gotta mug) and etc. Cake? We'll have it next time (it doesn't hurt for that, does it? Mum's okay with it- she wants everyone to be free to eat the cake tgt as a family. Sweet), she said. Love you always, mum! Stay young at heart, and happy birthday once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:script;font-size:240%;"&gt;Diana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R7TNLdMHS6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/qKNzo7d0ybs/s1600-h/PICT1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166980269198494626" width="290px"; style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R7TNLdMHS6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/qKNzo7d0ybs/s320/PICT1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;mum &amp;amp; dad at the zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166980058745097106" width="290px"; style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R7TM_NMHS5I/AAAAAAAAAIE/yR2K3y2DpMk/s320/PICT1353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this pic's so funny! pose like gangsters -.-&lt;br /&gt;i swear they gonna kill me if they see this pic posted in here, oops.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166984379482196962" width="290px"; style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R7TQ6tMHS-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/1AUpiOHyXXw/s320/PICT1457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;recent raya. they look like they just got married, again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166985672267353074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R7TSF9MHS_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/dpbX0EniPbo/s320/PICT1304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;candid picture. taken by baba. -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.P.S:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166988618614918162" width="290px"; style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R7TUxdMHTBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/h0L3lFjuTqQ/s320/DSC04602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;super long-overdued picture, but since this post's all about birthday dedication, i might as well post this picture. this is during halif (and sadiq)'s birthday gathering on 3rd feb. send me the one i posed with sadiq also, you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-1401515243430392481?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1401515243430392481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=1401515243430392481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1401515243430392481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1401515243430392481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/02/dedication.html' title='Dedication'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R7TNmtMHS8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/xlIqmo-hoGc/s72-c/PICT1011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-8715301718171537821</id><published>2008-02-12T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T14:34:44.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TSK II'/><title type='text'>Prolific fucker II</title><content type='html'>She flipped her cell as she switched off the computer later that night. "12:45pm" flashed the screen. Nothing else. Not an incoming text message, much less a call from him. How she sighed. Shaking her head in an attempt to leave the past behind her, she headed straight to the master bedroom to kiss her mother goodnight. She couldn't throw this habit off, despite her being eighteen-years-old that year. But, so what? Who says expressing your love towards your bonded ones only limit to childhood years? She rolled her eyes hard, then shrugged her shoulders off at that thought. Such pride. Such audacity. Well, what's new with human beings, again she questioned herself in discreet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you gone to the doc's? Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Mum? Clinics aren't open at this hour! And I'm still well, alive &amp;amp; kicking here! Are you actually okay, mum?"&lt;br /&gt;A brief silence. She waited for her response. A minute flew past. Still, there wasn't any answer coming from her. Her mother, she presumed, must have been dreaming. How odd. She giggled faintly at this. Fancy witnessing her talking gibberish in her slightest-conscious mind at this wee hour of the night. Must have been fatigued from all that working, she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bless you."&lt;br /&gt;Her mother woke up right after she mouthed those words. With her forehead creasing hard, followed by the gap between her eyebrows narrowed with them scrunching close, any individual could read that she was totally in agony/fear. Immediately, she told her daughter of hers of what she's been dreaming about just then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You collapsed. I tried to call the ambulance, but it's too late! Your father, sisters &amp;amp; I cried. Oh my god."&lt;br /&gt;Right, mother! Laughing at mother's comical nightmare, she assured her that she's fine all along &amp;amp; that was just a mere nightmare that more possible than not, NOT happen in reality of course. Soon after, both mother &amp;amp; daughter were involved in fits of giggles over the dubious incident, looking so adorable &amp;amp; bonded than anyone else in the universe paired together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me if you've any problems, Dee. You can't fool your own mother. One look, and I can read what's in your mind. That bad dream of mine just tells me something about you."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be superstitious, mum! You're being ridiculous."&lt;br /&gt;"It's an intuition. A die-hard intuition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intuition. Her mother knew her too well. No matter how hard she tried to put up a facade with a fake smile plastered on her face 24/7, she knew she couldn't run away from her. Now what? Was she supposed to spill the beans out, no? She couldn't think straight, all she could do was to question the measures of wise-being if and only if she did as what she was told. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodnight Mum. I'm just fine, don't worry," she said as she left the room in a loss for words. No, the cat musn't be let out of the bag. The last thing she would do was to make her mother worried. A problem too redundant for her to be concerned about, really. Let it be a burden just between the diary &amp;amp; her alone. Fabulous, just fabulous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-8715301718171537821?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8715301718171537821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=8715301718171537821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8715301718171537821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8715301718171537821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/02/prolific-fucker-ii.html' title='Prolific fucker II'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-857610692620035745</id><published>2008-02-11T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:11:37.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TSK'/><title type='text'>Prolific fucker</title><content type='html'>Tears streamed down her cheeks as she perched her head on the window sill, with teary love ballads humming in her sickly mind. Vivid reminiscent got the better of her as she penned down her malevolence in her diary- in which she seeked solace of late. What seemed like a perfect amourish camaraderie had ended abruptly, leaving her breathing every second of life in desolation &amp;amp; a weakly-being frame of mind. After all this time, she realized that fate has been cruel enough to her, 'gifting' to her what seemed like a &lt;em&gt;romantic pantomime&lt;/em&gt;, which lasted just for a mere year. Now she knew; her conscious mind sensed the sudden, slamming reality. The voices around her affirmed her exact sentiments. It's just a bloody phony front put out all this while. She finally managed to force herself to apprehend that one year is perhaps viewed as &lt;strong&gt;unworthy at all&lt;/strong&gt; to him. Again &amp;amp; again she wondered, had it always been a one-sided affair all along? How easy could one let go of one's lover just like that!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, the best she's ever gotten albeit his stubborn, ruthless decision for a separation. Perhaps he's long moved on, with a new, beautiful girl in his mind. Perhaps he's living in such divinity/bliss right now, ever since she had he finally, happily managed to pull away from his side. All she could do now is wait. Wait for that fateful time, the time to heal this excruciating wound completely. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may, those beautiful memories that they've had shared together in this whole length of amourship will always be engraved in the back of her mind. Hence, thanks, with all her heart. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: WTF SO CHEESY SO CORNY&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: I FEEL LIKE WRITING SOME SHIT OUT&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S: BASED ON TRUE REFERENCE GO FUCK OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-857610692620035745?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/857610692620035745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=857610692620035745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/857610692620035745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/857610692620035745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/02/prolific-fucker.html' title='Prolific fucker'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-3696497440033050036</id><published>2008-02-08T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T08:14:12.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='got illusionised as well?'/><title type='text'>Cheatsheet</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friendster Horoscope for February 8, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Capricorn (Dec 22 - Jan 19)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, you'll be feeling good when you are able to come to the rescue for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Detail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it isn't totally obvious when you have made progress in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;The other person doesn't give out grades, so it can be hard to tell if you've become more important to them or not.&lt;br /&gt;There are only, from time to time, little tests.&lt;br /&gt;Today, you'll be feeling good when you are able to come to the rescue for a friend at the very last minute.&lt;br /&gt;You will prove that you are dependable and generous -- in short, you'll prove what a good partner you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW is this some kind of a joke or something? Right, what delusional reading! Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's that time of the month yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Only now it's more of a histoire. 8th feb. 8th feb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-3696497440033050036?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3696497440033050036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=3696497440033050036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/3696497440033050036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/3696497440033050036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/02/cheatsheet.html' title='Cheatsheet'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-529731991149554034</id><published>2008-02-06T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:43:55.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last words'/><title type='text'>A piece of my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are so caught up with life that we rarely stop &amp;amp; look around us, appreciating the people around us, appreciating the things we have.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time we praise the significant someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time we give amourish salutations?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time we truly feel the presence of a person and appreciate the presence?&lt;br /&gt;Why do humans only say the good things of the person only when he or she is gone?&lt;br /&gt;Why do humans confidently express far-fetched assurances on which expectations are to be based, without even thinking two hoots about the consequences first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do humans take love too lightly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;How do humans define &lt;em&gt;a true commitment&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Do they even try to stop &amp;amp; ponder all of these possibilities before even taking a step further in their lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have they ever thought that once they fail to fulfill a promise, they totally discreetly &lt;em&gt;condemn/betray&lt;/em&gt; themselves on such a thing called &lt;em&gt;trust&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do humans change within such a shockingly short period of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're ruthless. You truly are. One year, and now you're saying this.&lt;br /&gt;Lies. Lies, lies, words, words &amp;amp; more lies!! WHY? I was left unknown despite those dubious statements which I count as nothing more than l-a-m-e excuses. No more of &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; spark? Not getting enough attention? Please. There's more to this, isn't there!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are nothing, but a mere disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the old enthusiasms back,&lt;br /&gt;Give me the ardent longings that I lack,&lt;br /&gt;The glorious dreams that fooled me in my youth,&lt;br /&gt;The sweet mirage that lured me on its track,&lt;br /&gt;And take away the bitter, barren truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is seductive shimmer on the horizon of life.&lt;br /&gt;Within it lies the promise of love, the joy of fulfilment and the tranquility of peace.&lt;br /&gt;Approach it with great care, for it is as fragile as a mirage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love shall be a subject of the past for now and will simultaneously be in the near future. I need the time to scout the true, fresh definition of trust &amp;amp; faith- &lt;strong&gt;the &lt;em&gt;two elements&lt;/em&gt; of which sabotaged my naivety cruelly all this while.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we in solitary, despite the company.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-529731991149554034?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/529731991149554034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=529731991149554034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/529731991149554034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/529731991149554034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/02/piece-of-my-mind.html' title='A piece of my mind'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-6762840475517250666</id><published>2008-02-02T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T08:17:25.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shall we'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s cry together'/><title type='text'>FUCCCCCCCK</title><content type='html'>Indian wedding for today. Wow I never knew I had many of such relatives. They have a funny nickname for my nanny- "kak ling", in which 'ling' stands for keling(is it the correct spelling?). wtfffff haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm feeling blue still. Especially after logging in to that fucking website. It's like I've been through 1 year of fucking nothing. WTF SIA WTF I NEED TO VENT THIS ANGER/FRUSTRATION OUT. WTF! YA BE MERRY HAPPY SINCE YOU;RE BLOODY SINGLE GET YOURSELF A NEW GIRL SINCE YOU WANT BLOODY ATTENTION 24/7 AND GO FUCK WITH HER JUST GO FUCK OFF. I HATE YOU LIKE SERIOUSLY LA I NEVER KNEW YOU COULD BE SUCH A HEARTLESS JERK :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm really angry right now. And super teary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P.S: Bear with me okay. These cliche posts. Can't help it&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: I just wanna hear that three magic words from you but I guess, you dont have even the slightest shit feeling for me, do you? WTF SIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-6762840475517250666?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6762840475517250666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=6762840475517250666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6762840475517250666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6762840475517250666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/02/fuccccccck.html' title='FUCCCCCCCK'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-2116046249011342698</id><published>2008-01-30T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:26:31.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='am i right or am i not'/><title type='text'>Ego-induced homosapiens</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;One&lt;/em&gt;-liner message. Laidback tone. What does it show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't enjoy shopping at all just now. Now what are the odds of diana not enjoying a splurging trip with her beloved mother? I was bloody cranky till mum got her mind-scanning mode on &amp;amp; asked me 1001 questions, god. Give me a break. I.cannot.hold.this.facade.anymore.do.you.get.me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw ariff, but I pulled a long face. Gee, he must be thinking that I'm bloody arrogant, tsk. Right. How random can I get.&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, yesterday's outing to town's loved, right ili? Diana's like a damsel in distress, haha. In just a couple of hours, I got myself two zara(kids) t-shirts plus a floral dress(my belated bday present from ili!), while ili got cute briefs from cotton-on, tsk. Headed to borders to browse around &amp;amp; oh goodness golly, those paperchase stuffs are like a must-grab! Orgasmic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for such a wonderful day, you bitch! Swoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta meet liyana soon. It's been too long since we last met, oh my god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-2116046249011342698?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2116046249011342698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=2116046249011342698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2116046249011342698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2116046249011342698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/01/ego-induced-homosapiens.html' title='Ego-induced homosapiens'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-2544342869358696552</id><published>2008-01-28T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:55:13.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saviour-to-be</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't take words ever too lightly, will you? Think twice before you speak(text)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-2544342869358696552?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2544342869358696552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=2544342869358696552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2544342869358696552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2544342869358696552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/01/saviour-to-be.html' title='Saviour-to-be'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-6364513684871775868</id><published>2008-01-28T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:46:18.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I'm starting to get paranoid over things now. Really. I have so many why-s &amp;amp; what-ifs running in my head that &lt;em&gt;I got myself doing some research on some website&lt;/em&gt;. Oh my god. And the feeling's got even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why the sudden change of heart? Am I replaced in your heart or what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cross-breeds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-6364513684871775868?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6364513684871775868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=6364513684871775868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6364513684871775868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6364513684871775868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay-im-starting-to-get-paranoid-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-5795227001282517338</id><published>2008-01-26T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:31:52.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m scared'/><title type='text'>Worried</title><content type='html'>Cringed when I got your message. What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to think of the implications. I just don't want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-5795227001282517338?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5795227001282517338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=5795227001282517338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/5795227001282517338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/5795227001282517338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/01/worried.html' title='Worried'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-2883934357778349227</id><published>2008-01-24T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:48:10.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t care'/><title type='text'>Time out</title><content type='html'>Okay forget about fear (it's bleeding over!). Case closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a&lt;strong&gt; different issue&lt;/strong&gt; altogether I'm talking right now. Now, I'm &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; sort of angry, tsk. Affairs of the heart, I shan't divulge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why are &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; in solitary, despite the company. &lt;/em&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan B: Gotta get busy, skip porter, move on to perhaps admin or sales.&lt;br /&gt;P.S: That would steer &lt;em&gt;such dubious issues&lt;/em&gt; off the mind. Screw all of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-2883934357778349227?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2883934357778349227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=2883934357778349227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2883934357778349227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2883934357778349227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-out.html' title='Time out'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-778103418491201335</id><published>2008-01-24T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:57:13.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FINGERS CROSSED.'/><title type='text'>JAE Craze</title><content type='html'>Oh my lord. Okay. Regain your composure, diana. Take a deep breather, yes. Breathe in, breathe out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what? &lt;strong&gt;I've just finished submitting my jae online registration. &lt;/strong&gt;Ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared. I really am. All of a sudden I feel like screaming(crying) my heart out. The feeling's beyond description. Damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I've made the right choice. In the name of a bright future ahead. For time's sake. (I don't want to waste my time again. One year is enough- more than enough, in fact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I was so paranoid that I frowned throughout the whole duration of registration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: Screamed at the bloody router for being so inconsiderate too (the wireless connection kept going off! I was fortunate though to have lady luck on my side- I managed to complete filling in the precious application stuff within the stipulated time given).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S: I printed not one, but two copies of verification slips. (Told ya I was doubly paranoid) Just in case. Okay what the fuck, diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.P.S: Yeah, gotta admit that I was stupendously &lt;strong&gt;senile&lt;/strong&gt; at that point of time. Truth is, I'm scared la. Seriously. Did I make the right choice for myself?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.P.P.S: Yes I did. I think I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay shut up, whores. I need to meditate. Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-778103418491201335?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/778103418491201335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=778103418491201335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/778103418491201335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/778103418491201335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/01/jae-craze.html' title='JAE Craze'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-5693920905638934759</id><published>2008-01-23T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:35:12.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/I/8_3/1yrk49_1496700f326974ctanoh49" width="203" height="232" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" height="1"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com/collage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/J/8_3/yn4l32_52969278826974kxev0h32" width="203" height="232" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" height="1"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com/collage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-5693920905638934759?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5693920905638934759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=5693920905638934759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/5693920905638934759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/5693920905638934759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun.html' title='Fun (:'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-312878983858179111</id><published>2008-01-20T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T07:10:08.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boo'/><title type='text'>Whores' week out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157587087390059714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R5NuIUIGrMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-TqZc22P6J8/s320/DSC04458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;VCH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R5NrkEIGrII/AAAAAAAAAHA/pjF4nz--0cs/s1600-h/DSC04530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157584265596546178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R5NrkEIGrII/AAAAAAAAAHA/pjF4nz--0cs/s320/DSC04530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;arab street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Met them sometime/(s) this week. &lt;strong&gt;These bitches never fail to brighten my day!&lt;/strong&gt; Hugs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Out with family yesterday (as usual, since it's a saturday), to dad's favourite shopping spot- vivo city. The little brat got herself not one, but freaking &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; apparels from &lt;strong&gt;zara kids&lt;/strong&gt;! Lucky her. I didn't get such stuffs when I turned eleven (or did I? Can't recall). To play fair, mom got a pair of hoop earrings plus a ring for me &amp;amp; sis, a cute hairband- all from F21 (they're so irresistible!!). Ya, and she got herself a tunic from that store (okay judging from that, I don't see any justice being done here, mom. Roar?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love yesterday, anyhow! Family outings are extremely loved, seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S: Change of mind. I think I love myself now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.P.S: Okay diana, what the hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-312878983858179111?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/312878983858179111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=312878983858179111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/312878983858179111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/312878983858179111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/01/whores-week-out.html' title='Whores&apos; week out'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R5NuIUIGrMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-TqZc22P6J8/s72-c/DSC04458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-8891921191627689284</id><published>2008-01-19T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:14:10.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mdfk'/><title type='text'>Fugly post</title><content type='html'>Been feeling &lt;strong&gt;sad&lt;/strong&gt; of late. Don't ask me why, it's the same old issue again. Tsk. I can't help but think that I'm &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; one of God's ridiculous mistakes. I'M SO FUGLY I CAN'T LIVE WITH THE FUCKING FACT AND &lt;strong&gt;I HATE MYSELF&lt;/strong&gt;. I really do, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this stupid immature cliche post btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheering myself up with some survey. Etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hi, my name is:&lt;br /&gt;diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 ) When I'm nervous:&lt;br /&gt;i don't dare to look up. i feel butterflies in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ) The last song I listened to was:&lt;br /&gt;a woman's worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 ) If I were to get married right now&lt;br /&gt;the best woman/man would be:&lt;br /&gt;raimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ) By this time next year I'll&lt;br /&gt;be:&lt;br /&gt;dont dare to predict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I have a hard time understanding:&lt;br /&gt;myself :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 ) If I won an award, the first person&lt;br /&gt;i'd tell:&lt;br /&gt;him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) My favorite hair style is:&lt;br /&gt;wavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 ) My middle initial is:&lt;br /&gt;u for ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 0 ) This Morning:&lt;br /&gt;i showered with hopes of those blues to be washed away, fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Last night I was talking to:&lt;br /&gt;him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) If I was an animal I'd be:&lt;br /&gt;a bat. ugly &amp;amp; blind like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 ) A better name for me would be:&lt;br /&gt;idk. i'm loving my name still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Tonight I will:&lt;br /&gt;cry in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) When were you born?&lt;br /&gt;8th jan, unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 2: THE FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Parents: married or divorced?&lt;br /&gt;married. happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Are you an only child?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) If you have siblings are you&lt;br /&gt;oldest, middle, or youngest?&lt;br /&gt;the eldest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Which parent do you get along with&lt;br /&gt;best?&lt;br /&gt;mom, frankly speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Do you have step-parents?&lt;br /&gt;not &amp;amp; never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 3: THE FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Do you have more than one best&lt;br /&gt;friend?&lt;br /&gt;ili sakinah's the best, i hate to admit. haha okay kid. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) What do you like to do when you&lt;br /&gt;are together?&lt;br /&gt;we do everything under the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 ) Do you share the same interests?&lt;br /&gt;almost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Which friend can you tell&lt;br /&gt;everything to?&lt;br /&gt;everything? ili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 4: YOUR PERSONALITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 2) Do you have low self-esteem?&lt;br /&gt;lower than low, i'd say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 3) Do you get depressed about things&lt;br /&gt;easily?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 4 ) Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAR T 5: APPEARANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 ) Are you comfortable with the way&lt;br /&gt;you look?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36)describe your hair?&lt;br /&gt;i hate my hair. it's beyond description&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 7) How do you dress?&lt;br /&gt;idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Were you a strange child?&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P ART 6: RANDOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Are you scared of growing up old&lt;br /&gt;and alone?&lt;br /&gt;i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 0 ) What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;shirt, shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 ) Own any pets?&lt;br /&gt;no time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Ever been thrown out of a bar?&lt;br /&gt;havent been to one yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 7: THE OUTDOORS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Do you prefer indoors or outdoors?&lt;br /&gt;it all depends. on mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 ) favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Do you like walking in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Do you like thunderstorms?&lt;br /&gt;abhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 ) Ever peed outside?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 8: FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Are you a vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;hell no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Anything you absolutely could eat&lt;br /&gt;forever?&lt;br /&gt;yoghurt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-8891921191627689284?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8891921191627689284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=8891921191627689284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8891921191627689284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8891921191627689284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/01/fugly-post.html' title='Fugly post'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-8685326704564631495</id><published>2008-01-14T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:24:55.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love surveys'/><title type='text'>I love surveys</title><content type='html'>1. Let's start with your name?&lt;br /&gt;* diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you think about smoking?&lt;br /&gt;* losers. dubious fad. attention-seeking. bad for health. jammed sexual arousals (okay wtf i just make tt up. but its logical, isnt it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you open up to people easily?&lt;br /&gt;* no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Whats your favourite drink?&lt;br /&gt;* juices are the bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is one thing you question a lot?&lt;br /&gt;* about my future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you lead people on?&lt;br /&gt;* idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you married?&lt;br /&gt;* not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever told someone of the&lt;br /&gt;opposite sex/same sex you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;* it's him (not them). and yes i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;* yes. loads of someone/(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you single or unavailable?&lt;br /&gt;* open to mutual friendships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are looks important?&lt;br /&gt;* besides charisma, looks are as much as important, i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you wearing just now?&lt;br /&gt;* top &amp; skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you mad at someone?&lt;br /&gt;* nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you taking anyone for granted?&lt;br /&gt;* i have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where do you keep your money?&lt;br /&gt;* my purse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you kiss the last person you&lt;br /&gt;kissed again?&lt;br /&gt;* which one of them are you refering to? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Would you rather sleep with someone&lt;br /&gt;else or alone?&lt;br /&gt;* alone. pretty aggressive on bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When did you wake up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;* half past 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Quick, say a line from any song:&lt;br /&gt;* pop the glock, the glock you pop (damn you got me started!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How was your day?&lt;br /&gt;* FABULOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you live near a friend?&lt;br /&gt;* yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you scared of spiders?&lt;br /&gt;* neutral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;* i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How old do you want to be when you&lt;br /&gt;have kids?&lt;br /&gt;* ??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What do you know about the future?&lt;br /&gt;* that i'm gonna be studying in some poly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you believe everyone deserves a&lt;br /&gt;second chance?&lt;br /&gt;* precisely why i choose for a withdrawal- so no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Most hated food?&lt;br /&gt;* mee rebus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What is a major pet food of yours?&lt;br /&gt;* you mean pet food or &lt;em&gt;pet food&lt;/em&gt;? i don't get you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you wish someone would call you?&lt;br /&gt;* like always. but he's busy, i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you miss your childhood?&lt;br /&gt;* very much yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What's something you wish you&lt;br /&gt;could understand better?&lt;br /&gt;* myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. If someone doesn't like you, it's&lt;br /&gt;usually because?&lt;br /&gt;* ??!! i don't care what they think of me. such losers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What are you excited about?&lt;br /&gt;* sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Kissed someone in the last half hour?&lt;br /&gt;* no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Have you lost friends in the past?&lt;br /&gt;* yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What did you do four days ago?&lt;br /&gt;* forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What would you do if your ex just&lt;br /&gt;showed up at your house right now?&lt;br /&gt;which ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What describes your relationship&lt;br /&gt;status?&lt;br /&gt;in a r'ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;homebound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the last TV show you've seen?&lt;br /&gt;the golden path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;no particular favourites, but cats are uber cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who have you thought about most today?&lt;br /&gt;job interviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you carve pumpkins every year?&lt;br /&gt;??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who's on speed dial?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Honestly, what would you rather be&lt;br /&gt;doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you a bad influence?&lt;br /&gt;who are you kidding with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Would you do anything for someone else?&lt;br /&gt;that really depends, sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever been called a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;yes why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever eaten pizza with sour&lt;br /&gt;cream?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. How big is your room?&lt;br /&gt;not an interior designer, not a construction worker, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you ever think people hate you&lt;br /&gt;for filling these things out?&lt;br /&gt;who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Does your best friend have a&lt;br /&gt;myspace?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Whose page did you visit last?&lt;br /&gt;forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Last time you went out to dinner?&lt;br /&gt;jan 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who is your favorite character from&lt;br /&gt;friends?&lt;br /&gt;dont care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you have your senior yearbook?&lt;br /&gt;yes why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you want to kiss anyone right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;yes yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you have one or more N*sync&lt;br /&gt;CD's?&lt;br /&gt;wtf no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;dreamt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What's your name spelled backwards?&lt;br /&gt;anaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you have a song by Kelly&lt;br /&gt;Clarkson in your itunes library?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. iPod or Zune?&lt;br /&gt;samsung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you watch Family Guy regularly?&lt;br /&gt;haha no. not much of a fan here (unlike someone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How do you feel about reality&lt;br /&gt;shows?&lt;br /&gt;fine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you read trashy romance novels&lt;br /&gt;often?&lt;br /&gt;OH YESSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What's the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;skirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Whats in your CD player right now?&lt;br /&gt;which era are you living in, sucker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What's your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;no particular fave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What's another favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;read qs46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you believe everyone has a&lt;br /&gt;soulmate?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Can you sing?&lt;br /&gt;want to judge? you'll be amazed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you play any instruments?&lt;br /&gt;trombone! harmonica, recorder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Have you ever been to another&lt;br /&gt;country?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Have you ever been to South America&lt;br /&gt;or Africa?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you know how to knit?&lt;br /&gt;a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. What do you want to eat right now?&lt;br /&gt;nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What are you doing right now&lt;br /&gt;besides this survey?&lt;br /&gt;yawning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Baskin Robbins or Cold Stone?&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Math or English?&lt;br /&gt;english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Facebook or MySpace?&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. G-rated or R-rated movies?&lt;br /&gt;x-rated. i'm 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Rather fly across the states or&lt;br /&gt;drive?&lt;br /&gt;fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Batman, Spider man, Superman, Hulk,&lt;br /&gt;or Silver Surfer?&lt;br /&gt;invisible woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. What's your favorite Disney movie?&lt;br /&gt;ALL! esp fairytale stories. such darlingss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. What Cell Phone Service do you&lt;br /&gt;have?&lt;br /&gt;singtel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. How many beers get you drunk?&lt;br /&gt;just 1 rootbeer can get me sick (i never fancy carbonated drinks fyi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Mood?&lt;br /&gt;sleepy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-8685326704564631495?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8685326704564631495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=8685326704564631495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8685326704564631495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8685326704564631495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-surveys.html' title='I love surveys'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-2051938112432160771</id><published>2008-01-13T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:54:13.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAGSSSSS'/><title type='text'>Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Diana Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-2051938112432160771?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2051938112432160771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=2051938112432160771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2051938112432160771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2051938112432160771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/01/part-i.html' title='Part I'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-7931419361011578117</id><published>2008-01-13T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T02:10:11.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two birthdays'/><title type='text'>Creamy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R4kAb0IGrGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fa4Teqkfi-U/s1600-h/DSC04446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154651726351346786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R4kAb0IGrGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fa4Teqkfi-U/s320/DSC04446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; trying out the dress!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R4kARUIGrFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7jLqMzuaaLM/s1600-h/DSC04432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154651545962720338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R4kARUIGrFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7jLqMzuaaLM/s320/DSC04432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wtf i look like a shitty moronic freak. okay we're tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R4kAIUIGrEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qyWRkOKbXQE/s1600-h/DSC04431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154651391343897666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R4kAIUIGrEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qyWRkOKbXQE/s320/DSC04431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best belated birthday surprises I've ever gotten! Okay since it's from the boy, I gotta say that &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;, it's indeed the &lt;strong&gt;BEST &lt;/strong&gt;surprise I've ever had in my entire life! Though I must admit that I smelt something fishy going on before that (with the weird hindi conversation with afrizal and all), but I love it! The cake, the lovely dress, everything. Thanks alot, honeeeeey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Lol, extending my thanks to afrizal &amp;amp; raisah for making this wowifying surprise to happen almost flawlessly too! You guys are love! (Okay, okay- and you too lah, raimi hehehe!) YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-7931419361011578117?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7931419361011578117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=7931419361011578117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/7931419361011578117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/7931419361011578117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/01/trying-out-dress-wtf-i-look-like-shitty.html' title='Creamy day'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R4kAb0IGrGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fa4Teqkfi-U/s72-c/DSC04446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-109790765359064472</id><published>2008-01-09T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:40:36.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh yeahh'/><title type='text'>I'm legal</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;strong&gt;eighteen-years-old&lt;/strong&gt; already, wowifying! Thanks a lot for wishing me guys, be it via comments page in friendster, msn, phone call or text message. One of my best birthdays ever, I'd say, hehe. Especially when afiqah surprised me with her &lt;em&gt;cuteee&lt;/em&gt; rendition of birthday song (loose notes here &amp;amp; there, but like it so much). Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S (my college girls): Sorry I didn't hit college ytd to meet you people. But rest assured I will meet all of you soooooon! 'promised me a present, remember? *eyebrows! Fix a date quick, y'all. Missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for saturday evening! Are &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; planning a&lt;em&gt; romantic candlelight dinner&lt;/em&gt; for me? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying out livejournal for a change lately. Check out the link above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: I prefer blogger to eljay though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booking for driving theory test soon. Pretty excited for this, but o my lord- I just realised that I'm&lt;strong&gt; old&lt;/strong&gt;! Old enough to get a driving licence. Time really flies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-109790765359064472?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/109790765359064472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=109790765359064472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/109790765359064472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/109790765359064472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-eighteen-years-old-already-wowifying.html' title='I&apos;m legal'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-7082971149308292656</id><published>2008-01-02T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T20:18:07.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLOODY'/><title type='text'>Anger &amp; Angst</title><content type='html'>Okay my current civics tutor called daddy this afternoon to ask about my absence from school today. Sarita! Why didn't you tell her that I can't be bothered about the damn school anymore?! Messaged you like twice! Roar. AAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGH! AND BLOODY HELL, NOW I GOTTA/MUST REPORT TO SCHOOL TMR IN FULL UNIFORM &amp;amp; PROPER SHOES TO SETTLE BLEEDING ADMIN STUFF. WTF. I'M SO ANGRY!! URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So most people that I know've been asking why I wasn't in school today. Even those whom I seldom talk to enquired about me (which is weird, considering that I'm quite low-key in sch). Poor Ili was forced to answer those questions over &amp;amp; over again like a reporter, as what she claimed. Comically funny situation I can picture now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, sigh. I miss all of you! Especially you, ili- you biotch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-7082971149308292656?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7082971149308292656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=7082971149308292656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/7082971149308292656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/7082971149308292656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/01/anger-angst.html' title='Anger &amp; Angst'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-418418276811472682</id><published>2008-01-02T06:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:02:46.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s fact'/><title type='text'>Not YOUR average woman, boys</title><content type='html'>Have I been a meanie to guys all this while, or am I just being wise &amp;amp; (too) straight-forward (however bitter) towards them all? Slapping truth after all the flirtatious/scandalous conversations. Mhmm. An authentic example of how a vixen's like, am I? Oh who cares. You've all fallen on the &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt; target, it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your pain, my thrill&lt;/strong&gt;- have you ever heard of that? Sounds sick, but I LOVE the phrase. Yeah, one of the principles that I hold on to for decades. Tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy schooling to all. &lt;strong&gt;Happy decaying at home to me.&lt;/strong&gt; Fine, I need a bleeding job to tide over freaking time, ugh. Hunting for one sooooooooooooon, so goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; this song! &lt;strong&gt;It's so meaningful!&lt;/strong&gt; Faved since 290409 months ago. Then I sang with Isa. Those were the times. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: '&lt;em&gt;My new year resolution is for u to go to the course u really want to get into and be happy in it'.&lt;/em&gt; So sweet right, wtf?!! Okay I swear I'm deeply touched with that, nasri. (I didnt type this for nth, y'know) Thanks a lotttttttttttttttt okay :) Rest assured I will, yay. Same goes to other new year well-wishers (particularly lovely you! and close college friends too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S: WTF ili wants me to meet her during her breaks, like around 11-12pm. I &lt;strong&gt;WANT&lt;/strong&gt; but I don't have the heart to go there, no. So no. I'm sorry, best friend :( After college hours okay b. Sayang kau &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-418418276811472682?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/418418276811472682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=418418276811472682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/418418276811472682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/418418276811472682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-your-average-woman-boys.html' title='Not YOUR average woman, boys'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-2874777433703301667</id><published>2007-12-31T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T00:54:58.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulletin</title><content type='html'>One ; Who was your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;* the boyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two ; Where was your default picture&lt;br /&gt;taken?&lt;br /&gt;* room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ; What's your FULL name?&lt;br /&gt;* nurdiana bte hasim. hahahaha wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four ; Your current status?&lt;br /&gt;* in a r'ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five ; What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;* partaaaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six ; How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;* 17 turning 18 soooooon!! 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven ; If you could go back in time&lt;br /&gt;and change something, would you?&lt;br /&gt;* be my guest! kjfdsjgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight ; What's your favorite colour/s?&lt;br /&gt;* purple, pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine ; Ever had a near death&lt;br /&gt;experience?&lt;br /&gt;* not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten ; Something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;* sleep. pig-sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven ; Who can you tell ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;to?&lt;br /&gt;* loved ones. ili esp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve ; Name someone with the same&lt;br /&gt;birthday as you.&lt;br /&gt;* i forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen ; If you could have one&lt;br /&gt;super power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;* be invisible. like jessica alba, my sis (inside joke! ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen ; What's the first thing&lt;br /&gt;you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;* psychologically speaking, their body movements. they tell a lot abt you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fifteen] Favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;* winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sixteen] Do you still watch kiddy&lt;br /&gt;movies or tv shows?&lt;br /&gt;* ya, both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen ; What are you eating or&lt;br /&gt;drinking at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;* drinking water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen ; What language do you speak&lt;br /&gt;* english, malay, spanish, arab. ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nineteen ; Describe a lesson in life&lt;br /&gt;you learned recently.&lt;br /&gt;* failing is gd (fairul said so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty ; Do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;* no. too hot for tattoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty - one ; Who was the last person&lt;br /&gt;you hung out with?&lt;br /&gt;* the cute lot- dyna, halif, fairul &amp;amp; darren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty - two ; What are you thinking&lt;br /&gt;about right now?&lt;br /&gt;* 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty - three ; What should you be&lt;br /&gt;doing?&lt;br /&gt;* shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty - four ; Who was the last&lt;br /&gt;person that made you upset?&lt;br /&gt;* myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty - five ; What is the last movie&lt;br /&gt;you saw?&lt;br /&gt;* i forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty - six ; Do you like working in&lt;br /&gt;the yard?&lt;br /&gt;* have i got a yard? no i havent so idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty - seven ; Who is with you?&lt;br /&gt;* them girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty - eight ; Do you act different&lt;br /&gt;around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;* different, as in? i'll be true to myself(them as well) once i'm with the company i'm comfortable with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty - nine ; What is ur natural&lt;br /&gt;hair color?&lt;br /&gt;* dark auburn (okay wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty ; Last time you were really&lt;br /&gt;happy?&lt;br /&gt;* ytd. cooking is joy! wanna have a taste of my honey-glazed chicken wings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-2874777433703301667?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2874777433703301667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=2874777433703301667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2874777433703301667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2874777433703301667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/12/bulletin.html' title='Bulletin'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-1277267526479964195</id><published>2007-12-31T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T10:18:01.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By the way, don't you think Bilawal Bhutto's hot? I think so too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-1277267526479964195?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1277267526479964195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=1277267526479964195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1277267526479964195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1277267526479964195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/12/by-way-dont-you-think-bilawal-bhuttos.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-8051115797743585004</id><published>2007-12-31T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T00:53:03.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions resolved'/><title type='text'>Life afresh</title><content type='html'>Oh my lord. Time flies so fast, and here I am lazing around on the last day of 2007! Sigh, 2007. Frankly speaking, this year's brought about &lt;strong&gt;countless&lt;/strong&gt; memories that I can't simply forget. The friendships that I've forged in college, the more than often &lt;strong&gt;traumatic&lt;/strong&gt; experiences I've had with the tutors, our (ili &amp;amp; i) secret affairs (close to, LOL. okay kiddin) with the hot vp, (of course) those humiliating moments when I was forced to cry- no thanks to bloody failures, my soon-to-be former civics class 07A07, everything! :/ &lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna miss this year badly, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dang. Speaking of which, I gotta report to school tomorrow to submit some bloody form! Bloody hell. I've just &lt;strong&gt;screwed&lt;/strong&gt; the prologue of 2008. Fancy me returning to sch on 1st Jan, when I've supposedly vowed to myself to never, ever loooook at the freaking building each time I pass by the aforementioned, let alone STEP INTO IT. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Pray that I don't bump into effin biatches. Fuck them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm. New year resolutions? Good grades! Everlasting love! Confidence! Ya. Short and sweet. Lazy to elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that I've been &lt;strong&gt;megafucking lazy&lt;/strong&gt; of late. "What happened to the old Diana?!" - quoted by nasri. Bucker up, Diana! (PSSTTT. I think I can make it for next yr! HEHE!) Okay, for the first time in decades, &lt;s&gt;I think&lt;/s&gt; I foresee a ray of hope in the near future. (Shut up, bitches, it's rare for you to see me being this optimistically optimistic, sajfhsektur!) Tsk. I can't wait for April. I CAN'T WAIT FOR APRIL, YOU HEAR ME!?! LALALALA&lt;strong&gt; 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: Sorry, can't make it for picnic :(&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S: Celebrating with family! How I love them all &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.P.S: But I'm gonna miss YOU! :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-8051115797743585004?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8051115797743585004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=8051115797743585004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8051115797743585004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8051115797743585004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-afresh.html' title='Life afresh'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-4237998410972440972</id><published>2007-12-17T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T02:01:53.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capricornyyyyyyy me'/><title type='text'>Behold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tasha sent me this (re:below)! I swear they all tally with my personality! (Okay except for tt good-looking part though. It says "&lt;em&gt;Tends to be good-looking&lt;/em&gt;". Tends. &lt;strong&gt;Tends. &lt;/strong&gt;Tends. Guess I'm an exception in that case. How cute hahaahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPRICORN - The Go-Getter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient and wise. Practical and rigid. Ambitious. Tends to be good-looking. Humorous and funny. Can be a bit shy and reserved. Often pessimists. Capricorns tend to act before they think and can be unfriendly at times. Hold grudges. Like competition. Get what they want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S: Syara! Love the malay musical production &amp;amp; hey, you danced really well ytd :) So proud of you! People (like you) do change as time passes by huh? At least I can see that, hee! Way to go, babe!&lt;br /&gt;P.PS: Liyana! You stole that quiz! Boredom attack again? Gosh I miss you, bitch! Meet you someday soooooooooooon! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-4237998410972440972?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4237998410972440972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=4237998410972440972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4237998410972440972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4237998410972440972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/12/behold.html' title='Behold'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-9078921541873032052</id><published>2007-12-13T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:52:24.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARGH'/><title type='text'>LEND YOUR EARS NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Latest need/(s):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My all-time missed locks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-9078921541873032052?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/9078921541873032052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=9078921541873032052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/9078921541873032052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/9078921541873032052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/12/latest-needs-my-all-time-missed-locks.html' title='LEND YOUR EARS NOW'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-427176015382740348</id><published>2007-12-12T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T00:57:31.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a boring girl is an angry girl'/><title type='text'>I must be bored</title><content type='html'>QUIZ I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) LOVE IS IN THE AIR?&lt;br /&gt;* no mood for romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) WHO IS THAT PERSON?&lt;br /&gt;* actually kidding. my raimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) DO YOU THINK LOVE HURTS?&lt;br /&gt;* no. but on the contrary, yes it does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) DO YOU THINK THAT YOU EVER HURT&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE?&lt;br /&gt;* yeah, why not. am one too full of vengeance here, fyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &amp; WHY?&lt;br /&gt;* read above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) WHAT KIND OF QUALITIES MUST THAT&lt;br /&gt;GUY/GIRL HAVE IN ORDER TO ATTRACT YOU?&lt;br /&gt;* everything nice &amp; naughty hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) LIKE TO LISTEN TO LOVE SONGS?&lt;br /&gt;* hell yeah. i sang 'em all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) HAVE YOU ACHIEVE YOUR GOAL THIS&lt;br /&gt;YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;* never. fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) NEW YEAR COMING,SO WHAT'S YOUR GOAL&lt;br /&gt;FOR YEAR 2008?&lt;br /&gt;* confidence, confidence &amp; more confidence! why, this has been my new year resolution since three years ago! a jinxed child, am i? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) WOULD YOU EVER THINK WHAT YOU&lt;br /&gt;WISHED FOR WILL COME TRUE?&lt;br /&gt;* i wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) WHAT ARE YOUR INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;* okay this is so cliche, but i love to shop. what to do, im just a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) DO YOU LOVE EXERCISING?&lt;br /&gt;* very much yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) BEST PLACE TO BE PROPOSE AT?&lt;br /&gt;* proposed, you meant? havent thought of that yet.&lt;br /&gt;(told ya im not in the mood for love talk! tsk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) ARE YOUR WEDDING BELLS RINGING YET?&lt;br /&gt;* skip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) WHERE WOULD YOUR WEDDING BE HELD?&lt;br /&gt;* SKIIIIIIIIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) WHO DO YOU THINK UR BRIDE/GROOM?&lt;br /&gt;* o my lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) WHAT'S YOUR HABIT?&lt;br /&gt;* reading (yes, it's been a habit since ive been declared a college retainee! a lil too late huh? mdfk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE CARTOON&lt;br /&gt;CHARACTER?&lt;br /&gt;* me myself &amp; i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) DO YOU LIKE SOFT TOYS?&lt;br /&gt;* fuck no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) ARE KIDS IRRITATING?&lt;br /&gt;* actually yes! zomfg i cant imagine myself as a mummy. not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) WHAT'S THE LAST BEVERAGE YOU HAD?&lt;br /&gt;* plain water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) WHAT'S THE LAST FOOD YOU HAD?&lt;br /&gt;* bread for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) WHO DO YOU SLEEP WITH LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;* none. gosh im loyallllllllllll (not unfaithful, hear tt). the makings of an angel, no? aww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) WHEN'S YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;* 8th jan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) WHAT PRESENTS DO YOU RECIEVE ON&lt;br /&gt;YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;* none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) ANYONE'S BIRTHDAY COMING UP?&lt;br /&gt;* tasha's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) ARE YOU ANGRY AT SOMEONE/SOMETHING?&lt;br /&gt;* yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) WHEN YOUR ANGRY,WHAT DO YOU DO?&lt;br /&gt;* just keep mum on the outside- but raging like hell in the inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) ARE YOU MISSING SOMEONE?&lt;br /&gt;* guess i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) WHO IS HE/SHE?&lt;br /&gt;* both he &amp; she &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) DO YOU NEED TO WEAR SPECTACLES?&lt;br /&gt;* no. eyesight's perf, no kiddin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;* ive got three. can i rate them all?&lt;br /&gt;1. malay lit 2. gp 3. h1 math&lt;br /&gt;why? cos i passed the trio-mentioned subjects in the promos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) WHAT SUBJECTS ARE YOU GOOD AT?&lt;br /&gt;* frankly speakin, malay lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) WHAT SUBJECT HAVE YOU REGRETTED&lt;br /&gt;LEARNING?&lt;br /&gt;* economics! geography! oh dont start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) WHAT LANGUAGE ARE YOU GOOD AT?&lt;br /&gt;* spanish( dont laugh. i am serious okay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) WHAT LANGUAGES DO YOU WISH TO&lt;br /&gt;LEARN?&lt;br /&gt;* arab, still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) DO YOU DO HOUSE CHORES?&lt;br /&gt;* oh yes, call me the housekeeper. i swear i cannot stand even a speck of dust on my table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) HAVE YOU BATHE YET?&lt;br /&gt;* duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) WHAT ANIMALS DO YOU PREFER?&lt;br /&gt;* none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) YOU'RE ALWAYS ASSOCIATED WITH WHAT&lt;br /&gt;ANIMALS/BIRDS?&lt;br /&gt;* bat! isa said so, damn you hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) DO YOU WISH TO BE FAMOUS?&lt;br /&gt;* no yes no yes no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) WHO DO YOU WISH TO GET MARRIED&lt;br /&gt;WITH? (ONLY CELEBRITIES)&lt;br /&gt;* none. stop talking abt marriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) ARE YOU GAY/LESBIAN?&lt;br /&gt;* strictly straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) WHICH GENDER DO YOU WISH YOU ARE?&lt;br /&gt;* none! i &lt;strong&gt;loveeeee&lt;/strong&gt; being female!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) HAVE YOU EVER THINK TO CHANGE YOUR&lt;br /&gt;GENDER?&lt;br /&gt;* no! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) ARE YOU SEXIST?&lt;br /&gt;* nah-ah. have you read cleo, few mths back? im so not a femi-nazi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) ARE YOU RACIST?&lt;br /&gt;* haaaaaahahahaha if i said no i'd be lying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) DO YOU HAVE A PERFECT BODY?&lt;br /&gt;* bloody no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIZ II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you a Bitch?&lt;br /&gt;- part-time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you tall?&lt;br /&gt;- 1.58m. you call tt tall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 . In your pajamas?&lt;br /&gt;- pjs? no i dont wear pjs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Left handed?&lt;br /&gt;- right-handed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Friend you saw:&lt;br /&gt;- clean forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Talked to on the phone:&lt;br /&gt;- ili, which's like a few days back. i neither call or being called upon&lt;br /&gt;(??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Person to text you:&lt;br /&gt;- syara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Was today better than yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;- nah. today's like any other day. too mundane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Number:&lt;br /&gt;- what nonsense. none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Color:&lt;br /&gt;- pink purple red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Food:&lt;br /&gt;- stop talking abt foooooooooood! im dieting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Place:&lt;br /&gt;- home, besides lovely malls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS &amp; ANSWERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was the first thing you did&lt;br /&gt;this morning when you got up?&lt;br /&gt;A: headed to the showers, duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have anything bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;A: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the last movie you watched&lt;br /&gt;in theaters?&lt;br /&gt;A: enchanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where is the last place you went?&lt;br /&gt;A: cant rmb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;A: not really. people say i look fierce/un-smiley/unfriendly, hence the presumption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you wish upon stars?&lt;br /&gt;A: childish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;A: idk idk idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: my rooooom where else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why did you sleep there?&lt;br /&gt;A: cos its my rooom, duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : What was your last thought before&lt;br /&gt;going to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: nth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you hear right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: nth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Does anything hurt right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: itchy, yes- my legs. no thx to mosquitoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN EMOTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you missing someone right now?:&lt;br /&gt;- yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy?:&lt;br /&gt;- neutral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you sad?:&lt;br /&gt;- i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 . Are you bored?:&lt;br /&gt;- yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you excited?:&lt;br /&gt;- for what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you single?:&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you tired?:&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have a crush on someone&lt;br /&gt;right now?:&lt;br /&gt;- nonononononono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIZ III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First word/phrase that came out of&lt;br /&gt;your mouth this morning?&lt;br /&gt;* idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom or Dad. Who do you like better?&lt;br /&gt;* no favourites here. i love them all e same! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom or Dad. Who is more annoying?&lt;br /&gt;* lol both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you usually sleep?&lt;br /&gt;* 12am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall would you like to be?&lt;br /&gt;* 1.65m. okay at least let me reach tt 1.6m mark, pls! have mercy on me, god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are using the computer, where&lt;br /&gt;do you place your feet?&lt;br /&gt;* the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you brush your teeth?&lt;br /&gt;* duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you thought of dieting recently?&lt;br /&gt;* its been a daily routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to wear white tees in&lt;br /&gt;the summer?&lt;br /&gt;* yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of people do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;* stuck-up bitches like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like people easily?&lt;br /&gt;* nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day or Night?&lt;br /&gt;* latter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;* 25. okay whats with all this marriage goobledygook? im only 17, dude. long way to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can go back to the past,&lt;br /&gt;where and when would you choose to go?&lt;br /&gt;* shut up. stop asking abt my past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hit someone's chin?&lt;br /&gt;* i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all your friends?&lt;br /&gt;* one in jakarta another in england another in aust another one at home and.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What radio channel do you like&lt;br /&gt;listening to?&lt;br /&gt;* 98.7fm occassionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentine's Day, would u go and&lt;br /&gt;buy chocolate for your friends?&lt;br /&gt;* no. but i wanna celebrate vday with gfs next yr! how fun ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see your bf/gf hugging&lt;br /&gt;another girl/guy, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;* strangle the bf, omg. what does he think hes doin? hahahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone swears at you, what would&lt;br /&gt;you do?&lt;br /&gt;* swear back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get into a fight with a&lt;br /&gt;friend, who says "Sorry" first?&lt;br /&gt;* im quite egoistic, so that friend should say it first, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you go for countdown&lt;br /&gt;on New Year's Eve?&lt;br /&gt;* gotta discuss with 'em sooooooon, cant wait! dgfksjklsgjsg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you that you&lt;br /&gt;look like someone?&lt;br /&gt;* yeah. a lot of someone-s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-427176015382740348?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/427176015382740348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=427176015382740348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/427176015382740348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/427176015382740348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-must-be-bored.html' title='I must be bored'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-8997838952254474095</id><published>2007-12-10T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:40:00.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to the drain'/><title type='text'>Down with luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm cursed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(at least I think I am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-8997838952254474095?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8997838952254474095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=8997838952254474095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8997838952254474095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8997838952254474095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/12/down-with-luck.html' title='Down with luck'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-4812833584822897214</id><published>2007-12-05T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T09:19:28.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='p.s more pics to come'/><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139697854675501682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R1Pf97DFQnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oj5h5GSOzBc/s320/D1+-melaka+trad+hse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;malay immersion trip with the mates spelt awesome&lt;/strong&gt;, really. checked in at grand continental hotel for 4 days 3 nights. i'd two other roomies to share the room with, one a tpjcian &amp;amp; another's from innovian. but one shifted to the other room, &amp;amp; the big room's left for the both of us! holy schmoly lovely! :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay on the &lt;strong&gt;first night&lt;/strong&gt;, due to the itch to shop, we girls (plus other tpjcians, like 13 of 'em) got together to lie to our teachers that we got some emergency shopping to do at tt nearby convenience store 7-11. after their consent, we straight away trottled along to megamall. ili &amp;amp; i led the way, and we're the ones that got disturbed by passers-by &amp;amp; pimp-alikes first. but nothing could stop us from SHOPPING! haha but to our utter disappointment, only starbucks &amp;amp; secret recipe's on the buzz on that night. the rest? closing in 30 mins' time. we ran through the last stores that were still opened, while others bought stuffs on impulse. very comical situation, if you're the witness for our reactions there. finished window-shopping at 1030 like tt, and our way back to the hotel was completely hilarious haha! we paranoid-beings raced through the pathway like hungry dogs for fear we got kidnapped by dangerous strangers (you never know), that one of us skidded &amp;amp; another accidentally left one of her slippers on the way home. hahaha. ili &amp;amp; i? we reached the hotel first, heaving sighs of relief &amp;amp; yeah, we sweat like pigs do. then, we got into sinful indulgence &amp;amp; bought chocolate cheescakes from the hotel cafe! goodness gracious! rich chocolate cheesecakes in the middle of the night, how senile were we- you just rank. grr. after tt we had our quick shower &amp;amp; we snored the night away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R1PhUrDFQoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6ax5GbsCzT4/s1600-R/yay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139699345029153410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R1PhUrDFQoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/87j3kbiYeP0/s320/yay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second day&lt;/strong&gt; was mediocre. we visited the rtm &amp;amp; they video-ed us, y'know! (did i tell you that we were in tv the next day, in some m'sian channel? superstars for the day, baby! i got camera-ed cos i was leading the students!) etc. bla3, then in the evening we had a talk with some author of some novel &amp;amp; after that had supper by the pool omg. very romantic indeed. then the horror happened. the four of us girls took a lift to our room with this mid-aged man, and guess what, we got somehow stalked &amp;amp; harrassed. damn the man, he actually call-pranked us thrice &amp;amp; claimed that he's our bodyguard &amp;amp; wanted to get into our room (okay my roomie &amp;amp; i shifted to another room tt nite)- oh my lord! called our teachers but the line's busy so we ended up calling the receptionist &amp;amp; they assured us that our safety's being taken care of by security guards placed right outside our room. that night was damn scary, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R1Pi0rDFQrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Z7n_jB6gGnw/s1600-R/yayay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139700994296595122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R1Pi0rDFQrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/q5ZJuGguBsI/s320/yayay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;third day&lt;/strong&gt; was very fine &amp;amp; safe. we're given only like 30 mins' grace of shopping at sungei wang (wtf) and we got so pissed with the tour guide, he left us just with just a mere cruel option to choose- to lie to our teachers again. that night we got three guys to tag along with us to sogo &amp;amp; guess what- history repeated itself. the store's closing in holy 20 mins' time! ili &amp;amp; i spent the night in the mall cussing like nobody's business &amp;amp; made a sweeping comparison between lovely orchard &amp;amp; pathetic kl. strong refusal to return to hotel made us girls (farah, ili, afiqah &amp;amp; i, plus taufiq) cabbed to shangri-la, hee! the place where nighthooters spent their night grooving away to the beat in pubs &amp;amp; the sort. SO FUN okay we didnt crash into the clubs but we walked past them &amp;amp; all that. we wanted to but afiqah's wearin a tudong! what a spoiler (lol, i cannot forget the joke that i made tt day ;) ). returned to the hotel about 12++.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R1Pjb7DFQsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6pAtHkLOLYY/s1600-R/DSC03606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139701668606460610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R1Pjb7DFQsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/a3fKBqpKReE/s320/DSC03606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fourth day&lt;/strong&gt; came. headed to homestay at kampong haji durani. the journey to the village was completely sorrowful &amp;amp; filled with wild speculations, haha but hey it turned out alrite! no dilapidated buildings, no dirty rundown toilets, etc! spoilt brats, am i? oh well. i love my godmom &amp;amp; godpop. esp godpop. he's a hip daddy; he listens to sean paul HAHAHAHAHA! so funny okay. he's so in his 50's but his car's blastin to sean paul's when he drove us to the central area. not bad, haha! nasi ambeng for dinner. very delicious. the neneks cautioned us that unless we finished the whole meal up, we wouldnt get married. hehe we thus challenged ourselves who can finish it first. so funny! then, we recited a sajak to thank the villagers for taking care of us, and after that we're feasted with a kuda kepang performance. very scary! after that they taught us how to kuda-kepang. i volunteered myself, and oh my lord, it's bloody fun! this trainer, who happens to be a butch, loved to stick around me to show me the steps. ili said maybe she loves me, hahahhaa! but i had fun. back at the village, i screamed cos theres a bloody bat on my bed! hahaha! so funny. then i ran, screamed to godpop for help &amp;amp; he broom-ed the bat away. then i slept peacefully till the next day came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R1Pj5rDFQtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/g0wpGWUyK7g/s1600-R/DSC03638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139702179707568850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R1Pj5rDFQtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wR806rCqPfE/s320/DSC03638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fifth day&lt;/strong&gt; we bid farewell to our godparents. super sad, and the godmom hugged us like mad, as if we're her real children. after the emotional goodbyes, we headed to tanjong piai resort, the chalet on water. apparently we had the nicest room, as so they claimed, that almost everyone of them girls knocked on out door just to get awed by how lucky we were to get the 'spacious, cleanest &amp;amp; most awesome room'. yeah, we had a cockroach crawling in between beds, and they called it the cleanest? oh my. spent a miserable night there djgsjdhgjk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R1Pka7DFQuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BRd5v_mMQ9k/s1600-R/DSC03665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139702750938219234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R1Pka7DFQuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zjSbBQs-xxM/s320/DSC03665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sixth day&lt;/strong&gt; i was so happy to wake up cos we could finally check out from the dirty chalet! after visiting some sch, we had our last meal at the resort (seafood! chilli crab! fried squid! cereal prawn! orgasmic xoxo) &amp;amp; checked out rite after tt. went to pineapple orchard &amp;amp; pineapple museum (idk why e hell did we go there cos its nth to do with malay lit), and ended up getting a lot of mosquito scratches from the orchard. then we departed to singapore. so sad! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R1Pk37DFQvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_b-0CZDDnXI/s1600-R/DSC03701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139703249154425586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R1Pk37DFQvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6AC8Tx0kEh4/s320/DSC03701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay that's about it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that's ili sakinah btw. last day, on the bus on our way home. okay bye lovelies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-4812833584822897214?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4812833584822897214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=4812833584822897214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4812833584822897214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4812833584822897214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/12/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/R1Pf97DFQnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oj5h5GSOzBc/s72-c/D1+-melaka+trad+hse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-4453669832400429785</id><published>2007-11-27T05:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T05:37:12.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JHFDSJAKH</title><content type='html'>Loads of huggies &amp; misses going out to the lovely, lovely boy &amp; my sevens! :s&lt;br /&gt;Okay goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-4453669832400429785?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4453669832400429785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=4453669832400429785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4453669832400429785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4453669832400429785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/11/jhfdsjakh.html' title='JHFDSJAKH'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-1890116574267927279</id><published>2007-11-25T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T10:21:39.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compare'/><title type='text'>Bond us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/Threesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/Threesome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss my kid sis already, aww. Yes, I'm missing the lil brat- her crazy antics &amp;amp; how she always muse about grown-ups &amp;amp; all. She's set off to kuala lumpur today for some hockey training (she call it the 'prestigious one'. Right) for 4 days 3 nights. Coaching clinics for 3 consecutive days &amp;amp; a friendly regional match versus their fellow m'sian hockey mates, hahahaha! Okay why am I telling the whole world about this? =.=" But really, I find her departure to kl just for some insignificant training very amusing. I mean, imagine if I were to be in her position. I wouldnt even care less to go for trainings here, what more travel beyond our national boundaries just for 'some further skills-refinement'. Okay fine, she's sporty (in fact, truly passionate about hockey!), while I'm not. "That's why. What do you know about passion &amp;amp; being sporty, sis? You don't understand" - quoted from kid sis. Zzzzzzzzz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That got me thinking. Amongst the three of us sisters, I'm the most passive being of all! Not much of a compliment huh? We really differ in terms of personality, gee. Second sis is a super punctual person, no doubt of it (look, she's doing her holiday assignments now! i would've started my first in mid dec, if you ever ask me when to begin) &amp;amp; kid sis- very outspoken (truly opposite of what's me) &amp;amp; determined academic-wise, but a sucker for household chores! jsdjakfd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right. I must be really bored now. So there you go- a short profile about the sisters &amp;amp; I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love enchanted! I love enchanted! A beautiful fairytale story indeed :) I love fairytales, no matter how childish &amp;amp; cliche the stories seem to be. Wee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-1890116574267927279?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1890116574267927279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=1890116574267927279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1890116574267927279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1890116574267927279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/11/bond-us.html' title='Bond us'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-1265840197247143986</id><published>2007-11-23T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T01:50:35.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom Pt I</title><content type='html'>1. A random girl approaches you&lt;br /&gt;asking your name, you say..&lt;br /&gt;diana (yeah diana, what else? i love my name. proud of it, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the last thing you put in&lt;br /&gt;your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;grapefruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What does your last text&lt;br /&gt;message say?&lt;br /&gt;"Dats e checklist dat moe gave. Cb. Mepek"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who do you trust with your life?&lt;br /&gt;loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you say if someone tells&lt;br /&gt;you you're gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;!???? idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 . When was the last time you ran?&lt;br /&gt;last week! on the treadmill- does that count, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you trust all of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;no. very selective on this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Would you move to another state or&lt;br /&gt;country to be with the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;i guess i would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Where was your default picture&lt;br /&gt;taken?&lt;br /&gt;no default pic la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 . Honestly, what's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;right now?&lt;br /&gt;loads. i'm a confused being, havent you know tt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 . If you could go back in time and&lt;br /&gt;change something, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;study harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 . Favourite jeans?&lt;br /&gt;my black skinnies! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Did you buy something today?&lt;br /&gt;intimately beckham deo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Did you miss anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt; i did! :( :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.Did you get in a fight with&lt;br /&gt;anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;not for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Who or what made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What are your plans for the&lt;br /&gt;weekend?&lt;br /&gt;idk idk idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Are you a forgiving person ?&lt;br /&gt;yes no no yes. i settle for a no- so no, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Have you lost a friend recently?&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57 . What are you about to do right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;snuggle under the blankets. night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-1265840197247143986?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1265840197247143986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=1265840197247143986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1265840197247143986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1265840197247143986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/11/boredom-pt-i.html' title='Boredom Pt I'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-47604063009503268</id><published>2007-11-21T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:57:02.607+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i remain in solitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='still'/><title type='text'>Despite the companionship, the amoreship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I designed to be lonely?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah fuck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-47604063009503268?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/47604063009503268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=47604063009503268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/47604063009503268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/47604063009503268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/11/despite-companionship-amoreship.html' title='Despite the companionship, the amoreship'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-2577105673483275693</id><published>2007-11-18T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T08:56:04.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Etc'/><title type='text'>Good girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ooooh! Fabbity fabbity fab. Succeeded in banning myself from consuming those cruel hi-carb products for three days lately! Yay me, yay me! Ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recap:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Urgently tasked on a detox mission now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(HALF-CHECK!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No more junk food for you, no more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(CHECK!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 Glasses of plain water!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(CHECK!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. STOP PIG-EATING CHOCS, YOU GUNDU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(BLOODY CHECK!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. Exercise Exercise Exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(QUARTER-CHECK? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I went to the gym last monday with ili though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Love yourself, try &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(CHECK, NO?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Out with the boy to the airport in the recents. Checked out terminal 3, and our first experience at that place wasn't that spectacular- foreign workers &amp;amp; interior designers're everywhere to finish that whole lot of pending constructing. =.=" On the whole, the day is loved, really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-2577105673483275693?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2577105673483275693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=2577105673483275693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2577105673483275693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2577105673483275693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-girl.html' title='Good girl'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-6473383274668187037</id><published>2007-11-13T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T11:27:47.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this shit'/><title type='text'>Over it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life afresh from tomorrow onwards. Worries aside, now let's think &amp;amp; plan ahead for a bright future, shall I? For the sake of my future, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold up.&lt;br /&gt;This cellphone. For a minute, I just feel like smashing it hard to the wall &amp;amp; all. &lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt;'ve made me feel badly neglected of late. In times of need &amp;amp; everything urgent. But, oh well. Who cares. I'm going with the flow for now. I can't be bothered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The college admin had booked mom for an appointment today. =.=" How dull &amp;amp; dry can a meeting be, especially when they talk about the code of conduct in school &amp;amp; that gist (the tone! they sounded like i was one slacker or sth, with a bad record of punctuality. i swear i wasnt one!) On top of that all, I must say the last part of the meeting was truly a fruitful one. Hot vp spoke to mom! Okay. Hmm. *roll eyes* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna job-hunt after 2nd dec. Perhaps I shall ask dila for favour- recommend me a place in zara. Perhaps working could remedy this sickly mind of those unwanted burdens. Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm fatigued. I'm fatigued of all this nonsense about making &amp;amp; thinking of wild guesses &amp;amp; then re-console myself time &amp;amp; again that I'm cared &amp;amp; loved for &amp;amp; that I have nothing to worry about &amp;amp; that I'm just being paranoid. Sometimes I wonder how you rank myself in your so-called list of priorities. Sometimes I wonder how you actually define 'Love' in your own words. Sometimes I even think that I'm mentally distorted, and that I'm a girl with a confused mind. I don't know. Fuck, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-6473383274668187037?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6473383274668187037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=6473383274668187037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6473383274668187037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6473383274668187037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/11/over-it.html' title='Over it'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-5947084875227941307</id><published>2007-11-10T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T13:58:52.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mdfk'/><title type='text'>Let go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC00089.jpg" width="370" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha! sexy much? check out my flabby arms &amp;amp; bloated stomach! oh well. okay i'm too lazy to rotate this pic, pardon much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls' day out with the two gorgeous girlfriends yesterday &amp;amp; it was indeed the bomb! Bugis, haji lane, town &amp;amp; skate park. Awesome brainwash (off the worries &amp;amp; the equivalent). Thanks much &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-5947084875227941307?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5947084875227941307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=5947084875227941307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/5947084875227941307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/5947084875227941307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/11/let-go.html' title='Let go'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-6921641586227563714</id><published>2007-11-08T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T12:44:52.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck lullabies'/><title type='text'>I am but a sad song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behold- the most &lt;strong&gt;idiotic&lt;/strong&gt; girl you've ever encountered in the universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Know what? &lt;strong&gt;I CAN'T MAKE IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fuck. I'm crying now (again). Never felt this way before. Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks o reality for making me feel I'm not worthy of everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing can change this perspective of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fact is &lt;strong&gt;I'm a real sore loser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Indeed, I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broke the news to them; he went speechless; she screamed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"QUIT EVERYTHING! I KNEW IT. JUST QUIT EVERYTHING"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too painful a confession to make. Too humiliating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Begged her for another chance but the outcome's pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I'm just another bummer to you. Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To mention that I'm all over it would be a pure lie, honey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truth is, I haven't &amp;amp; I can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks a lot for hearing my woes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; cheering me up ytd though&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Much adored: Our song-sharing session&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cannot thank &lt;strong&gt;07A07&lt;/strong&gt; enough for the memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially &lt;strong&gt;my dear bestie Ili Sakinah&lt;/strong&gt; :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only bestfriend in the world that understands me fully, inside &amp;amp; out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afiqah, Aisyah &amp;amp; Taufiq, I'm gonna miss you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly "&lt;em&gt;Such is life&lt;/em&gt;" ain't a phrase to be laughed/fooled upon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Indeed, such is really life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Isa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S I'm going for another route, I guess. Sorry, Ili.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm not cut for it, as what our hot vp said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-6921641586227563714?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6921641586227563714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=6921641586227563714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6921641586227563714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6921641586227563714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-but-sad-song.html' title='I am but a sad song'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-5313039553861843406</id><published>2007-10-31T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:35:04.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoo'/><title type='text'>Go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friendster&lt;/em&gt;'s gonna bloody hell be my &lt;strong&gt;arch enemy&lt;/strong&gt; now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh I think I'm a&lt;strong&gt; fugly girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;, dont you think so? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weird as it sounds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gotta admit that I'm fuckin angry with myself now argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mad? Pfft wtf.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[POSTSCRIPT]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Urgently tasked on a &lt;strong&gt;detox mission&lt;/strong&gt; now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. No more&lt;strong&gt; junk food&lt;/strong&gt; for you, no more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, &lt;strong&gt;8 Glasses of plain water&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. STOP PIG-EATING &lt;strong&gt;CHOCS&lt;/strong&gt;, YOU GUNDU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Exercise&lt;/strong&gt; Exercise Exercise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Love yourself, try &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[/POSTSCRIPT] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a brighter side, I'm no longer in KIV list anymore for the malay immersion programme! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The joy. &lt;s&gt;Like&lt;/s&gt; Love school. Kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for an even brighter, shinier side, &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; finally, finally met!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheers with love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-5313039553861843406?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5313039553861843406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=5313039553861843406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/5313039553861843406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/5313039553861843406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/10/go-away.html' title='Go away'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-6246161675598217651</id><published>2007-10-27T07:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:25:58.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot gossip awaits'/><title type='text'>Bestie was SHOCKED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desperado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; plus &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; equals ???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Takes two hands to clap, dearie. HAHAHA! The bloody news crack me up! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Eeeeee yuck! That gave me goosebumps OMG!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Who told you to be so freaking nice to him?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"WEE. Grab him for a fling if you want since you're that nice to him"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"No thanks eh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw I kinda screwed dry run 'cause my PW tutor distracted me. Gee. But overall, it turned out fine &amp;amp; hell, I gotta research more to prepare myself for Q &amp;amp; A. -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ili's going &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; with envy 'cause our HOT VP smiled &amp;amp; said gd afternn at me when she wasnt there beside me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S: Too mature already la. I'd prefer that &lt;strong&gt;aussino guy&lt;/strong&gt;! Hahaha! Okay kid. Still got raimi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Promo results will be out on the 7th nov. Gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-6246161675598217651?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6246161675598217651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=6246161675598217651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6246161675598217651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6246161675598217651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/10/bestie-was-shocked.html' title='Bestie was SHOCKED'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-4158096463735777019</id><published>2007-10-23T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T00:12:36.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clock strikes twelve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY TO THE BITCHY BONDED ONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-4158096463735777019?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4158096463735777019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=4158096463735777019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4158096463735777019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4158096463735777019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-happy-happy-birthday-to-bitchy.html' title='Clock strikes twelve!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-2887506531792918321</id><published>2007-10-22T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:30:45.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Messy'/><title type='text'>Pop-Art Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's either &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm all desperate for the &lt;strong&gt;LATTER&lt;/strong&gt;, big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please God, please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me pass through this stage&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; go for the &lt;strong&gt;all-time yearned 2nd year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Mind's morphed into &lt;em&gt;loving &lt;/em&gt;Alan Turing now ever since we're down with written report! Ah well, that &lt;strong&gt;sexy, gay geek&lt;/strong&gt;- who can resist? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good time mocking on people with &lt;strong&gt;ili, aisyah &amp;amp; wyn&lt;/strong&gt; last friday. Ah well. Heritage &amp;amp; superiority- that overrated twin-subjects that most often talked (more like show off) about. I LOVE THE BLOODY COMPANY LA! :D Had a good share of giggles with the awesome lot to complement the delicious LJS' grilled fish combo- thanks ya'll. &lt;strong&gt;Begone all worries &amp;amp; fury for that moment&lt;/strong&gt;, yay woohoo cool shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-2887506531792918321?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2887506531792918321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=2887506531792918321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2887506531792918321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2887506531792918321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-either-this-or-that-and-im-all.html' title='Pop-Art Life'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-3549824202477717349</id><published>2007-10-16T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:24:03.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempting sharp blades'/><title type='text'>Think suicidal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A day too heartbleeding to be remembered.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm leaving it all to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it'd better be good, or I'll...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Motherfuckers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; shall be a new, refurbished collective noun for fellow ill-mannered, snobbish &amp;amp; uber self-centered individuals. I refuse to be disrespectful/looked upon as cheap, foul-mouthed lady but I can't be even more descriptive than that. So what if &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;'re a bloody crackerjack, so what if &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;'re sofa king whiz in every&lt;strong&gt;bloody&lt;/strong&gt;thing when basic things like manners are never recognized? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hell no, I &lt;s&gt;don't&lt;/s&gt; never crave for sympathy (like who cares anyway, you're no angel), but the least &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; could do is &lt;strong&gt;BE CONSIDERATE.&lt;/strong&gt; Really, was on the verge of slapping &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; hard &amp;amp; force myself to cut the facade, get straight to the point about how furious I felt upon &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; imbecile actions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But eventually, I've come to an understanding that childish actions are not worthy to be tolerated. Leave the absurdity; leave the childish-induced lot alone in their own world would be even better. (repeated roll eyes!) Saddening fact, tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;P.S: For having known such a patient girl like me, i'd say &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;'re rather lucky. But never attempt to push too far; I do have my very own limits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;P.P.S: I don't name names here (spare the subjects the humiliation), so too bad if the above slaps you real hard. Literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-3549824202477717349?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3549824202477717349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=3549824202477717349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/3549824202477717349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/3549824202477717349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/10/think-suicidal.html' title='Think suicidal'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-2324924670590738173</id><published>2007-10-15T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T12:53:53.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disaster'/><title type='text'>Surreal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two days of raya, or worst said, even a day of raya, is &lt;strong&gt;ENOUGH &lt;/strong&gt;for cruel weight to accelerate big time. And the worst nightmare ever, i couldn't stop eating those sinful, fattening &amp;amp; whatnot cookies. I've broken the record since bloody aeons ago- pigged out &lt;strong&gt;wholely&lt;/strong&gt; 2-3 helpings of carbs &amp;amp; everything bad for each house. The horror! I can see mom glaring at me silently when I reached out for another helping but oh, I couldn't help resisting this temptation of mine. After one month of ramadhan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These guilty pleasures, I gotta stop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall not consume anymore carbs for today, I swear :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I hope that i'm on a long vacation now. &lt;em&gt;Cackle, cackle Diana, you wishful thinker!&lt;/em&gt; PW's still long pending ahead, results're bloody out tomorrow, SL's still not done yet (see, so what if promo's ended? zzz). I long to work in the name of uber fat salary (i &lt;s&gt;want&lt;/s&gt; need a real shopping spree for now!), but is there time? Gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-2324924670590738173?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2324924670590738173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=2324924670590738173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2324924670590738173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2324924670590738173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/10/two-days-of-raya-or-worst-said-even-day.html' title='Surreal'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-6462575857880702813</id><published>2007-10-12T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:56:03.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='80% accurate'/><title type='text'>Just for the fun of it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/fantasy-lover.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you!&lt;br /&gt;Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter.&lt;br /&gt;You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorable&lt;br /&gt;Even a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's life&lt;br /&gt;By giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Coy Flirt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/coy-flirt.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not seem like you're flirting, but you know exactly what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;You draw people in, very calculatingly, without them even knowing.&lt;br /&gt;Subtle and understated, you know how to best leverage your sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt;A sexy enigma, you easily become an object of obsession.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Flirt Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Extrovert, 60% Introvert&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/middle.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit outgoing, a bit reserved&lt;br /&gt;Like most people, you enjoy being social&lt;br /&gt;But you also value the time you have alone&lt;br /&gt;You have struck a good balance!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanextrovertorintrovertquiz/"&gt;Are You An Extrovert or An Introvert?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-6462575857880702813?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6462575857880702813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=6462575857880702813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6462575857880702813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6462575857880702813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-for-fun-of-it.html' title='Just for the fun of it!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-6435197264895240029</id><published>2007-10-11T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:29:22.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end?</title><content type='html'>okay i'm done with the uber majors already. phew, &lt;strong&gt;but &lt;/strong&gt;no phew! will be getting our papers back right after the holidays, and hell nooooooooo- i'm so not prepared for this. trust me, the degree of anticipation &amp;amp; fear in waiting for o-level results to be unveiled is &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; compared to promos'. why, the overall results determine whether i'll get to surpass that route to the next level...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asfdchsakf oh my god&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-6435197264895240029?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6435197264895240029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=6435197264895240029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6435197264895240029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6435197264895240029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/10/end.html' title='The end?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-4172522344231953970</id><published>2007-09-27T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T01:03:15.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scary-mary'/><title type='text'>Uber majors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28092007 - 10102007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Give me mercy please, O God."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-4172522344231953970?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4172522344231953970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=4172522344231953970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4172522344231953970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4172522344231953970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/09/prologue-uber-majors.html' title='Uber majors!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-8275982403014694234</id><published>2007-09-22T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T00:47:42.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lolli'/><title type='text'>Sweet love of mine</title><content type='html'>haji lane, haji lane, haji lane rocks my crotch! the super vintage apparels just turned us on till we visited there two days consecutively for this week. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOON LEE&lt;/em&gt;'s SMOCKS- YOU'RE TARGETED TO BE PURCHASED SOON, YOU, AHH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: WE FINALLY MET :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;misses &amp;amp; loves!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-8275982403014694234?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8275982403014694234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=8275982403014694234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8275982403014694234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8275982403014694234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweet-love-of-mine.html' title='Sweet love of mine'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-4716928189495685812</id><published>2007-09-18T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:35:23.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer soccer soccer'/><title type='text'>Bleep bloop bob!</title><content type='html'>okay ive been such an avid blogger lately =.="&lt;br /&gt;and oh, oh, oh - &lt;strong&gt;SOCCER IS LOVE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flutter high up and away o pre-exam blues (just for that moment) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-4716928189495685812?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4716928189495685812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=4716928189495685812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4716928189495685812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4716928189495685812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/09/bleep-bloop-bob.html' title='Bleep bloop bob!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-196267494940300729</id><published>2007-09-17T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:30:04.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtue of fact'/><title type='text'>Correction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourteen&lt;/strong&gt; days more to promos (correction)!&lt;br /&gt;But still, ARGH DAMN IT LA &lt;em&gt;SIAL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love myself still despite the &lt;strong&gt;uber fugly reflection&lt;/strong&gt; yay woohoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S: ms wee! thanks a bill for the lil postcard, yaw! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;guess im not gonna give up on econs and work a dozen times harder.&lt;strong&gt; (WOW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.P.S: &lt;strong&gt;ili sakinah must help me in malay lit&lt;/strong&gt; 'cause i bloody hell suck at it (hate to admit this, but yeah i'm a sucker for malay lit now, even malay. too disappointing) D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.P.P.S: yay we gonna play soccer during PE tmr! at last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-196267494940300729?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/196267494940300729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=196267494940300729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/196267494940300729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/196267494940300729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/09/correction.html' title='Correction'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-2502048457884999350</id><published>2007-09-16T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T00:43:39.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gagging'/><title type='text'>I see the light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodness gracious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Checklist: I've studied math and geography partly, malay literature lesser than partly and zilch for economics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S: &lt;strong&gt;Twelve&lt;/strong&gt; days more to promos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.P.S: &lt;strong&gt;TWELVE&lt;/strong&gt; DAYS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.P.P.S: &lt;strong&gt;TWELVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.P.P.P.S: &lt;strong&gt;12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note to self: FOCUS &lt;strong&gt;FOCUS&lt;/strong&gt; FOCUS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-2502048457884999350?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2502048457884999350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=2502048457884999350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2502048457884999350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2502048457884999350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-see-light.html' title='I see the light'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-5265650195313973563</id><published>2007-09-05T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:23:40.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hate'/><title type='text'>Terrible blues</title><content type='html'>Chill pills wont fucking work for today. Mirrors never tell lies, and true enough- a much undeniably u-g-l-y reflection stood still and clear in the mirror as i checked myself this morning. Bad enough you already sabotaged the clinging self-esteem that has been constantly kept up effortlessly all this while. Would it hurt if you could just deceive me for once, O mirror? Why cant i be normal like the rest of you?! Sunblocks and creams, oh bother! &lt;strong&gt;Fuck hormones, fuck oil glands fuck everything, everythings not gonna change; i'm just wasting parents' bloody money and time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm not just hypochondriacal, but i'm indeed a sick woman in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: maybe i'm born with&lt;em&gt; it&lt;/em&gt; (there's no way i'm gonna type it out (i mean there's no need to mention, judging from the bloody face) 'cause if i do, that calls for a breakdown and sfjsadf. i couldnt accept the bloody fact, really. i just couldnt)&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s: i refuse to make Mom cry again. i swear she's the one and ONLY soul who understands me fully. i love you , mom- i always do.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.p.s: no, this phenomenon is certainly not a facade. for once, i'm not your average melodrama queen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-5265650195313973563?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5265650195313973563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=5265650195313973563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/5265650195313973563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/5265650195313973563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/09/terrible-blues.html' title='Terrible blues'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-3683055511589953584</id><published>2007-09-04T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T01:10:34.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Holidays are here!</title><content type='html'>but but, could we have 1 month's grace rather? sigh. &lt;s&gt;don't&lt;/s&gt; never wish to face promos at the end of year, oh god. *begging for divine intervention to occur!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the mlep event cum seminar went well, i could see. ijc mlep students came! thanks a gazillion to mlep camp, we've already grown to bond with the friendly lot. and so i was the facilitator for &lt;em&gt;ondeh-ondeh 1&lt;/em&gt;, alongside with ili &amp; eliza. we were like teachers, leading them to speak up &amp; everything- a very, very comical situation, i'd say (psl diana &amp; ili mcm pham eh?). chose closest ijc mate, ilham &amp;amp; the outspoken taufiq(rjc) as presenters of our group, and they were awesome (well done, guys).&lt;br /&gt;had a fantastic reunion with kindergarten mate afiqah, pri tuition mate zaf!, pri schmate syafiq, hmt classmates ridz &amp; what's-her-name? (oh no, not amnesia again!) and lastly my wacky math tuition mate haziyah (OMG, LIYANA! RMB HAZIYAH? HAHA). how lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for fasting mth cant wait for hari raya and most importantly, cant wait to start promos despite my refusal to face 'em(WANNA GET IT DONE &amp; OVER WITH FAST). nad project work and service learning ahhhh damn. influx of activites waiting for the class and me ahead, oh wow. so lookin forward to these&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-3683055511589953584?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3683055511589953584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=3683055511589953584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/3683055511589953584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/3683055511589953584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/09/grace.html' title='Holidays are here!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-3904850714633746582</id><published>2007-08-24T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:01:56.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unveiled'/><title type='text'>Hairspray</title><content type='html'>been in a state of disequilibrium lately, majorly due to service learning (no thanks). the proposal's finally reached to a near-completion, yessa; and that wouldnt have been possible without ili being the one to start the ball rolling- &lt;strong&gt;thanks babe, you're LOVED (WET KISSED!)&lt;/strong&gt; royal treatment/gratitude much? winks! frequent after-school meet-ups with sl partner, ali, turned out to be partly-bitching sessions somehow. the presence of ali's close mates like san, oni, zul and all enlightened our first session with their jokes, haha! truly comical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;binomial distribution's awesomely complicated, but i managed to grasp the formula for a start, hurrah! guess 100%attention is gold especially during lectures, doesnt it? a pity i didnt realise that(i mean i do, just that i got ironically hyper during math lectures last time 'cause i hated the subject) till now.&lt;br /&gt;p.s: math is liked now (not loved, nah-ah. yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guy added me up in msn &amp; got his hands typing into conversation with me in hindi- and i thought 'oh my god, thats a pretty bad bad BAD start' (slaps forehead). oh god forbid! i'm quite sfgsdajsajdakf, okay i shant go beyond this before i got sued (but wait,do i really really look like one? been feedbacked that yes i do! insulting much).&lt;br /&gt;i replied 'kya he? i dont speak hindi la dey' right back at him. dont laugh (okay i just did. comically funny. thx to the boy for the knowledge shared, or i wouldnt have known how to reply -roll eyes-) hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i musnt slack, musnt.&lt;br /&gt;i'll mug hard, with full-blast mode, like totally&lt;br /&gt;fingers crossed, hard (god, spare me from depromotion pretty pls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s: get a life, childish morons.&lt;br /&gt;('cause you give bitch a bad name)&lt;br /&gt;p.p.p.s: mr ari's quite hot, dang (but dont get me wrong, i never relish on teacher-crushing, dont i, ili?) ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-3904850714633746582?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3904850714633746582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=3904850714633746582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/3904850714633746582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/3904850714633746582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/08/hairspray.html' title='Hairspray'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-3648859802935155210</id><published>2007-08-16T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:23:45.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say die!</title><content type='html'>diana's been rather hotheaded lately (and not herself too), right? (i think so too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/6452/dsc02734ru3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/1925/dsc02740gl1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/6504/dsc02769xy8.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/9636/dsc02744nv6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-3648859802935155210?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3648859802935155210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=3648859802935155210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/3648859802935155210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/3648859802935155210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/08/say-die.html' title='Say die!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-2414611262205648415</id><published>2007-08-15T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T23:23:00.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loathe'/><title type='text'>Loathe-post</title><content type='html'>shoot that ugly reflection in the mirror, someone. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(better still, just SHOOT the real self. hard.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: this thing is not getting anywhere. the irony of amalgamation&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s: people change as they grow? pack of lies&lt;br /&gt;p.p.p.s: such contradictory characters really test my patience, so never try driving me too far&lt;br /&gt;p.p.p.p.s: attention-seekers totally suck. ROLL EYES/ SLAPS FOREHEAD&lt;br /&gt;i'd be more than GLAD to end this camaraderie; what an insult to get involved with all the annoying, overly self-proclaimed mofos. please grow up, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-2414611262205648415?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2414611262205648415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=2414611262205648415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2414611262205648415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2414611262205648415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/08/loathe-post.html' title='Loathe-post'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-5262764821136515912</id><published>2007-08-14T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:06:13.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pfft.'/><title type='text'>Good gracious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/RsGYucxlLGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5ty1MfdNdMY/s1600-h/DSC02732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098524176925666402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/RsGYucxlLGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5ty1MfdNdMY/s200/DSC02732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;afiqah liyana&lt;/strong&gt; gave me a postcard with a little note recently. how sweet! :) love you &lt;em&gt;marpoah&lt;/em&gt; (it's &lt;strong&gt;not sarcasm&lt;/strong&gt; this time, babe. trust me) ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s: AH K! rofl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i &lt;strong&gt;resign&lt;/strong&gt; from being a service learning leader? pfft. this shit's gettin on my nerves. it's either northlight sch or tampines river project, okay people? okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/RsGYnMxlLFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DmB9XSyJHnk/s1600-h/DSC02731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098524052371614802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/RsGYnMxlLFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DmB9XSyJHnk/s200/DSC02731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/RsGYnMxlLFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DmB9XSyJHnk/s1600-h/DSC02731.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-5262764821136515912?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5262764821136515912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=5262764821136515912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/5262764821136515912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/5262764821136515912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/08/afiqah-liyana-gave-me-postcard-with.html' title='Good gracious'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/RsGYucxlLGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5ty1MfdNdMY/s72-c/DSC02732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-6328886940130576048</id><published>2007-08-10T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:29:13.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irony'/><title type='text'>Loose wire</title><content type='html'>And i'm beginning to love math now (GASPS!?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-6328886940130576048?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6328886940130576048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=6328886940130576048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6328886940130576048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6328886940130576048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/08/loose-wire.html' title='Loose wire'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-6393441489856833028</id><published>2007-08-10T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:27:20.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NUM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polar Cafe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esplanade lib'/><title type='text'>Hello wonderdrug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/Rrx6MMxlLEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuEQ_JcNbj8/s1600-h/DSC02676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097083228282760258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/Rrx6MMxlLEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuEQ_JcNbj8/s200/DSC02676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/Rrx5QcxlLCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/a3wV0LzfKR0/s1600-h/DSC02675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097082201785576482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/Rrx5QcxlLCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/a3wV0LzfKR0/s200/DSC02675.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/Rrx6AMxlLDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ft7NRnauXCA/s1600-h/DSC02703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097083022124330034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/Rrx6AMxlLDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ft7NRnauXCA/s200/DSC02703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/Rrx5QcxlLCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/a3wV0LzfKR0/s1600-h/DSC02675.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/Rrx6AMxlLDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ft7NRnauXCA/s1600-h/DSC02703.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/Rrx6AMxlLDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ft7NRnauXCA/s1600-h/DSC02703.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/Rrx6AMxlLDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ft7NRnauXCA/s1600-h/DSC02703.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-6393441489856833028?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6393441489856833028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=6393441489856833028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6393441489856833028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6393441489856833028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-wonderdrug.html' title='Hello wonderdrug'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/Rrx6MMxlLEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YuEQ_JcNbj8/s72-c/DSC02676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-145961798400453187</id><published>2007-08-09T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:15:19.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drive me to the climax'/><title type='text'>Heartbreaker</title><content type='html'>persevere &amp; work hard(er) for the upcoming promos, diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(kiss goodbye to my dream of being a TP oct-intake student. why, the courses offered are too limited &amp;amp; worst, neither of them matches my interest. zzzzzz!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw national day celebration at sch today spelt &lt;strong&gt;d-r-y&lt;/strong&gt;, like totally- shant elaborate further. too sleepy/moody to hang around the malls with isya &amp; all after all the mundanity ended. freshened up by a long afternoon nap, i popped by paragon around five plus to watch coral band's performance with wana, mj &amp;amp; idrus. hearing them play &lt;em&gt;showdown for band&lt;/em&gt; got my mind walking down to memory lane- oh, the sweet &amp; tangy moments. &lt;strong&gt;papa patrick&lt;/strong&gt;'s as cute as ever, esp with that new, fresh look (his neat haircut!). my juniors hugged me, aww- didnt see this, i'd say the warmest greeting on earth ive received in a long while, coming since i wasnt that active in the trombone section last time, or was i? exchanged a quick update with the awesome lot, and then off to cineleisure with my mates for dinner &amp;amp; then the malls for window-shopping/catching-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i accidentally dropped a bangle while browsing for accessories in Topshop- and it broke into two! how deeply embarrassing, zomg. to compensate for the broken accessory, the cashier told me to purchase another one at the same price as the aforementioned. the kind soul, i ought to give you a &lt;strong&gt;noble prize&lt;/strong&gt; for that, oh! :) a visit to revoltage's a true jaw-dropper! i'm so gonna buy that cardigan anytime soon, yaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight earthlings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-145961798400453187?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/145961798400453187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=145961798400453187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/145961798400453187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/145961798400453187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/08/persevere-work-harder-for-upcoming.html' title='Heartbreaker'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-2877956750208995184</id><published>2007-08-06T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:54:32.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gobbledygook'/><title type='text'>Leadership hooha</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lethargy, lethargy and more lethargy attacks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is there such a thing as SERVICE LEARNING? Sometimes, I just couldnt help but agree with the boy's view- we just couldnt bring ourselves to conform to forced voluntary work. Should voluntary work be forced in the first place? As much as i refuse to be selfish and all, i must admit that somehow compassionate-being doesnt run in my blood (i think). It defits the purpose of service learning if the drive's not there &amp; sincerity and empathy cease to exist, doesnt it? jkgdhsfjhgjh jdsfhjksgh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words coming out from a service learning leader. A round of applause, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-2877956750208995184?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2877956750208995184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=2877956750208995184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2877956750208995184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2877956750208995184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/08/leadership-hooha.html' title='Leadership hooha'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-1129511683571822560</id><published>2007-08-02T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:38:33.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Got the theory?'/><title type='text'>Meadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlights of the week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt; JX, Aisyah &amp; Raisah's Birthdays. A big happy seventeen to the trio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S: Forgive me for being a total late girl, but you don't mind belated presents, don't you? Grins!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt; I always suck at Sit &amp;amp; Reach station for NAPFA test. Zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3&lt;/strong&gt; SPE periods are the ultimate bomb for now, yessa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.P.S: Mr Fiz spells C-U-T-E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.P.P.S: I think I'm the epitome of spasm during PE, but who cares ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.P.P.P.S: I gotta LOSE a little weight, yaw. Must. Sweat off those evil fats, diana!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4&lt;/strong&gt; Math tutor wasn't present this whole week. Let's rejoice to this once-in-a-blue-moon occassion, my fellow math mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5&lt;/strong&gt; Wednesday equates to a grumpy day for this week 'cause of trivial hair issues. If I still refuse to dye my hair back to its basic color by next week, she's gonna send me for CWO. I demand for justice, really. The brownness is never that prevalent as compared to them in the other civic grps, hello? AHH the lagging one- sue her for fashion fiasco, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6&lt;/strong&gt; Lethargy and more lethargy attacks this week. Project Work's like klfshgkslfhg( again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7&lt;/strong&gt; Analysing songs during malay literature was oh-so-FUN! Oh the passion; I want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#8&lt;/strong&gt; Savouring the best part for the last: I met the boy for two consecutive days this week! Happiness. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-1129511683571822560?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1129511683571822560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=1129511683571822560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1129511683571822560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1129511683571822560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/08/meadows.html' title='Meadows'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-7782891729314738492</id><published>2007-07-24T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T20:30:17.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Je&apos;taime'/><title type='text'>Mass update</title><content type='html'>Dyna's already left for england. Y&lt;strong&gt;ou'll be dearly missed, lovely girlfriend (sigh, the memories..).&lt;/strong&gt; A big loss to the clan, but hey, i guess syara's right- &lt;strong&gt;sevensome's gone international!&lt;/strong&gt; And oh, there's always internet; technology does create wonders, doesn't it? The joy! Hope you'll have the time of your life there (mugging) in england, alright? All the best (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm loving my room as each second passes (it's been revamped, baby!). victorian-based bedroom, oh the beauty&lt;br /&gt;2. i cant help but bring up this cliche matter that school bloody hell sucks each day but &lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS, YOU MAKE UP FOR IT, DARLINGS.&lt;/strong&gt; thanks a truckload, really&lt;br /&gt;-pw's a killer jdsghjk&lt;br /&gt;3. parent-teacher meeting's like the upcoming saturday. butterflies in the stomach, i can feel now. damn.&lt;br /&gt;4. wednesdays rule my life for now due to early dismissal &amp;amp; of course, malay lecture!&lt;br /&gt;5. i've been pig-eating lately. oh my god. watch your diet, diana. (weight's nearly 50kg!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-7782891729314738492?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7782891729314738492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=7782891729314738492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/7782891729314738492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/7782891729314738492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/07/mass-update.html' title='Mass update'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-1820694355350925442</id><published>2007-07-13T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T01:35:32.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MYE Outbreak'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's one in the morning, and I just finished the bloody econs report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed 2.4km run! Omg, let's jump for joy, come. How ironic. It's always been a norm for me to retake fitness tests until now. HAH well done, diana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, earthlings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S: Love today as much as i love you, hon! &lt;strong&gt;After the record-breaking separation&lt;/strong&gt;, omg- i cant believe that i can actually miss you this much. Can't wait for the upcoming wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: &lt;strong&gt;Today shall be the day of doom&lt;/strong&gt; (Get your armor and shield ready, diana)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-1820694355350925442?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1820694355350925442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=1820694355350925442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1820694355350925442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1820694355350925442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-one-in-morning-and-i-just-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-8213651661596013466</id><published>2007-07-08T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T01:28:37.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends for never (Fuck)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAH. I swallowed my pride just to get close to you, to catch things up like we always did a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;decade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ago, but eventually, i ended up realising that those were just wishful thinkings. To think i still remember the little pact we made about us staying on as BFF- go figure (wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though deeply humiliated, i guess you're not worth of my time to get pressured about. I'll just have to move on and oh, to all pretenders and hypocrites, go f uck off. &lt;strong&gt;My Sevens, you still rock my world, forever! My college women, you're my next best people to share my joy &amp; sorrows with! And most and the utmost importantly, my Turtledove who never fails to understand &amp;amp; love me like no one else does (it's our SIXTH already, baby!)&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a bliss with this wonderful company of people. &lt;strong&gt;I heart you all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-8213651661596013466?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8213651661596013466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=8213651661596013466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8213651661596013466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8213651661596013466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/07/hah.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-914252043377367053</id><published>2007-07-06T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:21:02.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doomed'/><title type='text'>To lie behind the lie</title><content type='html'>Lying through my teeth totally exhausts me to the drain. For god's sake, how must i vomit out the truth / failure to them? I'm too guilt-striken to confess, and hell- sometimes i wonder why oh why couldn't i catch up like those classmates of mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply said: I'm a &lt;strong&gt;dozen-times worth&lt;/strong&gt; dumb&lt;br /&gt;(Screw MYE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speculating a disaster(for me) coming in the upcoming week. Help! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-914252043377367053?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/914252043377367053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=914252043377367053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/914252043377367053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/914252043377367053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-lie-behind-lie.html' title='To lie behind the lie'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-4293631387706625032</id><published>2007-07-04T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:49:18.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lethargy kills'/><title type='text'>Blanked</title><content type='html'>One restless momma, I am.&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-4293631387706625032?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4293631387706625032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=4293631387706625032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4293631387706625032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4293631387706625032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/07/blanked.html' title='Blanked'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-174281801212783003</id><published>2007-07-03T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:43:43.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='But big girls don&apos;t cry'/><title type='text'>Fury</title><content type='html'>School started off fine for today. Taufiq shall be my duet partner during our mundane period breaks, come let's! And oh, our new GP tutor, Miss Fernandez, isn't that bad afterall (and very &lt;strong&gt;swee&lt;/strong&gt;t, too!). Napfa test's been postponed to next month, how lovely. A couple of weeks of training left to the &lt;strong&gt;bliss-NOT&lt;/strong&gt; day and I'm like sjakfhjksdh- can we get this over and done with FAST? Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etc. I don't feel like going to school tomorrow and the day after tomorrow and the next and the next and the day after and -. &lt;strong&gt;Self-esteem's been decelerating at its fastest rate ever today; I'd better distant myself from the mirror..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S: I'm a little snappy at home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.P.S: I'm not in the mood for little jokes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.P.P.S: I've been a very bad sister for today, I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.P.P.P.S: I just hate the horrendous me, so please understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-174281801212783003?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/174281801212783003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=174281801212783003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/174281801212783003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/174281801212783003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/07/fury.html' title='Fury'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-5395438653828286126</id><published>2007-07-03T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T01:15:52.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='those ladies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living in denial'/><title type='text'>Drunkards</title><content type='html'>Today's girls' day-out with ili, aisyah, dila, jannah and new friend, fee spelt awesome! Snapshots, snapshots and more snapshots please, baby. I couldn't have been more envious after seeing how tall fee is- dang! Another 2cm to certify herself as a&lt;strong&gt; runway model&lt;/strong&gt;, AHH! That one blessed child, allow me to spank you- &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt;! ;) Aisyah and her pantyhose- oh the sexbomb, Ili and her endless retarded-induced antics, dila and my faved vintagey-binoculars sling bag and jannah with her 'stop it eh, d'. Oh, and we (aisyah &amp;amp; I) shared the cost to purchase these gorgeous clip-on heart earrings from topshop just to wear the pair as &lt;strong&gt;HAIR CLIPS&lt;/strong&gt; instead. how innovative, an eccentric pair we'll make (just nod, will you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hallelujah for school tomorrow, dang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S: why oh why, baby? the little things that you do sometimes make me furious, you know! ahh. &lt;strong&gt;(but i still love you somehow)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-5395438653828286126?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5395438653828286126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=5395438653828286126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/5395438653828286126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/5395438653828286126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/07/drunkards.html' title='Drunkards'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-8101302386903946672</id><published>2007-06-30T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T12:19:42.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The irony'/><title type='text'>Pending dream: A Linguist</title><content type='html'>It's a pity that I dropped religion studies right after I settled PSLE. Arabic language is such a beau, oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Diana, are you sick?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-8101302386903946672?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8101302386903946672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=8101302386903946672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8101302386903946672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8101302386903946672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/06/pending-dream-linguist.html' title='Pending dream: A Linguist'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-136575036268218299</id><published>2007-06-28T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T00:30:03.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss my Vainpot'/><title type='text'>Brain drain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/RoPhAQVNBoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GqZXbSrHCqo/s1600-h/DSC01984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081152199104202370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/RoPhAQVNBoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GqZXbSrHCqo/s200/DSC01984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love malay lit cum food-based camp! &lt;em&gt;Baik Perakkkkkk&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;Those IJC groupmates were totally quirky, especially &lt;strong&gt;Rusydi &lt;/strong&gt;with his self-composed poems. &lt;em&gt;Toyol masuk jail&lt;/em&gt; - what the hell? &lt;em&gt;"Diana, what do you think of this poem. It's .....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stop the crap, rusydi. Concentrate!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tubagus Mochamad Rizky.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Apa kakak fikir adik ni duli?"&lt;/em&gt; With that deep indonesian accent, he sounded real good in our crappy skit! Right, afi? &lt;strong&gt;Yus.&lt;/strong&gt; Sleepy, sleepyhead; i can't believe anyone else that could ever win me in pig-sleeping except for her, zomg! My whacky roomies- Afi, Aisyah &lt;strong&gt;(she's a migrant!)&lt;/strong&gt; and Radhiah. You're the bomb man, esp afi for being so kind as to share her bed with me- i don't freaking dare to sleep alone, okay. And oh, was I sleepwalking the whole of two nights? Lol, but anyhows, just a tap or two, coupled with a soft voice &lt;em&gt;"Diana, wake up and shower"&lt;/em&gt; wasn't enough for a pig-sleep being like me to wake up straight away, okay aisyah? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might be another MLEP outing with the innova people soon- and hell, i can't wait for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-136575036268218299?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/136575036268218299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=136575036268218299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/136575036268218299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/136575036268218299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/06/brain-drain.html' title='Brain drain'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/RoPhAQVNBoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GqZXbSrHCqo/s72-c/DSC01984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-657331735830600505</id><published>2007-06-20T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T09:12:52.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inner thoughts: Helter-skelter mode'/><title type='text'>Kill bill (Vol II)</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a little &lt;strong&gt;suicidal and furious&lt;/strong&gt; now. I'm already tensed up about the freaking MYE and... ARGH. Oh well, &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; definitely needs prioritizing tips (or perhaps whoever really does prioritise&lt;em&gt; whoever-whoever&lt;/em&gt; rather than me? Okay the melodrama. Or rather, that &lt;em&gt;whoever&lt;/em&gt; rates me and &lt;em&gt;whoever-whoever&lt;/em&gt; equivalently? Zomg, then what's the diff man) It just reflect how &lt;strong&gt;essential &lt;/strong&gt;you are to one's heart sometimes, especially when it comes to &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;thing. &lt;strong&gt;I'm yearning to be rated in a higher degree&lt;/strong&gt; but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, I'm a little &lt;strong&gt;emotional&lt;/strong&gt; here but who cares. Friendster does its job anyway, how fillial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends are forever, boys are whatever &lt;/em&gt;shall always be our sevensome quote. (: Love the surprise bash and everything, oh my (though the whole process of planning the bash's equally irksome and reaching to a near-vulgarative state 'cause I/we want it to be perfect for her- the asset of this clique. Co-operation demanded!). Pending girls' outing: Night Safari (yessa!!) I hope we can make it as a whole. Fingers crossed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp's up for tomorrow, damn. That spells a withdraw of me from 4/8 class gathering for tomorrow, oh! The huge loss =(&lt;br /&gt;I miss us and itsy-bitsy of Coral (hate to say this but can't be denied any longer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-657331735830600505?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/657331735830600505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=657331735830600505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/657331735830600505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/657331735830600505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/06/kill-bill-vol-ii.html' title='Kill bill (Vol II)'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-1019936342723455078</id><published>2007-06-11T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T09:04:59.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(Our)history in the making'/><title type='text'>Turtledove</title><content type='html'>Love &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; uber-long late night convo yesterday :) - it's been long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Record-breaking! I could've had my pre-dawn meal!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-1019936342723455078?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1019936342723455078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=1019936342723455078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1019936342723455078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1019936342723455078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/06/turtledove.html' title='Turtledove'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-8816697009405345959</id><published>2007-06-10T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:39:47.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Am I making the right choice?'/><title type='text'>Right or wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Awesome&lt;/strong&gt; meet-up with the girls lately. Girl talk, catching-up but mostly, games! "If you're stupid, then you're stupid (re: some number game)"- I hereby declare that I'm dumb when it comes to the subject. &lt;em&gt;ROFL!&lt;/em&gt; (: And &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt;, ever, ever and ever &lt;strong&gt;include&lt;/strong&gt; me in card games, I swear when it comes to my turn, I'll turn blur and etc, hence resulting in the starting-over of the aforementioned again. I'd find joy in &lt;strong&gt;watching people play&lt;/strong&gt;, rather- thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect my beautician, I really do. We bitched, and I just love our bitching sessions. &lt;em&gt;"To boast about heritage is total gibberish!"&lt;/em&gt; Trust an Arabian &amp;amp; Pakistani mixed-blood lady to say that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inner heart says I've given up on studies already. The voice within's been constantly shrieking about the idea of joining october intake. Told Ili about this and she went &lt;em&gt;"Ridiculous! It's not even MYE, and you're chickening out! Loser".&lt;/em&gt; Literally. Well, I think I need to talk to my parents about this. But the problem is, how to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, yesterday's meeting with regards to PW was unsurprisingly and annoyingly reeking! Yes, as speculated. Groupmates were nearly traumatized, and that included me- zomg, did &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; ever bathe or something? This isn't one trivial matter for me okay- &lt;strong&gt;I'll go critical when it comes to odours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-8816697009405345959?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/8816697009405345959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=8816697009405345959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8816697009405345959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/8816697009405345959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/06/right-or-wrong.html' title='Right or wrong'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-6382632177636407891</id><published>2007-06-08T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T19:27:37.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What spells beyond gross?'/><title type='text'>Dead before the call</title><content type='html'>Last-minute assignments really &lt;strong&gt;kill&lt;/strong&gt;, i tell ya. And may god give me (or us) the strength to withstand his &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awesomely pleasant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; smell in the whole length of his lecture tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;hygience&lt;/strong&gt;'s sake, I strongly hope he's gotten his body scrubbed well with an ample amount of dettol tomorrow &amp; brought cologne along so that he could spray it to every part of his body in every interval to eradicate (oops, okay no, at least control) that body odour of his. Oh, and a towel comes in handy too to wipe off that bucket load of sweat, and oh my god, most importantly, i really really pray he won't spit around whenever he talks. &lt;strong&gt;Disgusting &lt;/strong&gt;innit! &lt;/em&gt;It'll sure be an earful, since we ignored his calls last week- not even a single one of us bothered to answer his call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's that blood test results gonna be out? It's been a week and three days since, and I've yet to receive any news about the gruesome thing. &lt;em&gt;Fingers crossed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joy- happy fifth to us us us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-6382632177636407891?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6382632177636407891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=6382632177636407891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6382632177636407891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6382632177636407891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/06/dead-before-call.html' title='Dead before the call'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-6107655796871743653</id><published>2007-06-07T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T19:26:03.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let the pictures do the talking.'/><title type='text'>Bliss effect</title><content type='html'>Study-based rendezvous with him lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01644.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01675.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01641.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01651.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01647.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01669.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late-night mugging. (plus a bit of camwhore? ((:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01680.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01687.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01682.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01691.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01699.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01698.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh zizie, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01676-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-6107655796871743653?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6107655796871743653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=6107655796871743653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6107655796871743653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6107655796871743653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/06/bliss-effect.html' title='Bliss effect'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-6080150826237434138</id><published>2007-06-02T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T19:29:22.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crash-dieting anyone?'/><title type='text'>Dust to flames</title><content type='html'>Been having frequent outings lately. Have yet to start myself going for some proper mugging, damn. But I'm having a break now, from researching for this gp essay. Go figure- smoking &amp; youth; how cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnessing aunt in the unruly, sorry state yesterday made me realise how thankful &amp; fortunate I should be feeling to God right now to have been awarded to live a life as good as this. To see her cry &amp;amp; cuss faith for the condition she's in now is totally opressing, and thankfully, I managed to contrain those tears from coming out ('cause I know it won't help). If that blood test I had in the recents hurt that much, what more a (and more) &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dialysis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;Get well soon, love, and be strong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/RmVWZslBBvI/AAAAAAAAADk/59teUeMbpDk/s1600-h/DSC01574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072555554765866738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/RmVWZslBBvI/AAAAAAAAADk/59teUeMbpDk/s200/DSC01574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Met raisah, afrizal &amp; the boy( most importantly) lately. I was shy, wasn't I? Okay, but I must admit that that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was truly alluring, too captivating. (: hawanbefewajdhnajsdjash &lt;em&gt;(like okay, that's my definition of mushy- hahahahaha &lt;strong&gt;mushy's so not me!&lt;/strong&gt; can someone teach me how to be romantic?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s: dan was talking to manpreet while we took this pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, I remembered ili &amp;amp; aisyah yearning to visit the &lt;strong&gt;gym&lt;/strong&gt; one of these days for some abs-perfecting. Come, let's! My weight's already reaching close to a what you call &lt;strong&gt;dire distress&lt;/strong&gt; already: FREAKING &lt;strong&gt;48&lt;/strong&gt; KILOS WORTH! I'm like as &lt;strong&gt;heavy&lt;/strong&gt; as my mom la (NO!). And worst, i'm on a total sugar rush now and this has gotta stop, diana, you! Zomg zomg ZOMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm brooding over my subject choices. Why did I ever choose geography &amp; economics? I should've opted for literature and history rather. Fabulous. Oh, and I crashed into shahirah as well, and she was like "hey diana, maybe if you hate jc life so much, why not join poly? october intake!" Mhmm. Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/RmVe7MlBBwI/AAAAAAAAADs/NJy5B_3m0U4/s1600-h/P1020826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072564926384506626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/RmVe7MlBBwI/AAAAAAAAADs/NJy5B_3m0U4/s200/P1020826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm missing my sevensome already! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet up sometime, honeys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-6080150826237434138?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6080150826237434138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=6080150826237434138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6080150826237434138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6080150826237434138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/06/dust-to-flames.html' title='Dust to flames'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/RmVWZslBBvI/AAAAAAAAADk/59teUeMbpDk/s72-c/DSC01574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-354533253186018015</id><published>2007-05-26T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T19:30:18.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tales about fame'/><title type='text'>Infinity, and beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hail the month of June- it's the &lt;strong&gt;summer break&lt;/strong&gt; already, HALLELUJAH! hsdgfhsjgfhsj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01477.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd sis has already turned ten on the 23rd (happy birthday again,&lt;em&gt; sheg&lt;/em&gt;!). She demanded a psp for her present-to-be, but instead, i gave her a watch from happy house. &lt;em&gt;Smile&lt;strong&gt;, baby&lt;/strong&gt;- i'm not working, you know! No money to spare for such presents, yet. Love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg, i can't believe that our GPP(group project proposal) is nearing the EE (expecting expectations) mark. We're speculating for an AE due to totally last-minute research and all. Women, let's work out the final draft, aiming towardddddds EE, yaw- i'm already driven with enthusiasm la, yessa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Moving on to the &lt;strong&gt;pathetically miserable innits&lt;/strong&gt; that have been practically happening pretty much often than that of the good ones throughout the week in school, i wonder- can our CG get any worst? First, faith has bestowed us to get the purely strict &amp; annoying teachers at the beginning of the term (i shan't mention whom), except for the awesome GP tutor. Of all lessons, we look forward to GP since she's the only patient tutor that we have. And, butttttttttttttttttt damn omg i can't believe this- she'll be leaving us next term for the sickening JC2s! And the aftermath? That NIE tutor-wannabe. The fact really hurt us that even the notorious girl in my class cried (rach, i can't believe still that you cried, but you did). We hugged her like she won't be in school anymore, and then we ranted on and on about the big loss- how tormenting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodramatic much? That's how much we love her, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ili, let's grind! Zizie, teach me more dance steps! Afi &amp;amp; Aisyah, come hear me mimic to stacie orrico's music again! Boy, the wackiness injected into me the whole week. (: I was high, because i couldn't take math &amp; econs any longer. To hell with those, yeahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01429.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01436.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01431.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to changi naval base yesterday was a sweaty and just a mediocre one. Should've tried the bungee jumping &amp;amp; banana boat ride, sjkhdsakjhd! Nevertheless, it was fine (my friends thought the missiles and ships were fascinating, but I gave them the -.- face. Not to my liking). The only highlight of the excursion: The duck ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01446.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a45/dianabanana_/DSC01447.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*More pictures coming up soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;TPJC runway! Enormous load of congrats to Aisyah H. for winning 2nd for the white tee design! Zomg, the champ model is a total beau; bet the guys will be drooling with blood with the sight of her. ;) Made new friends: dila and jannah. Disco after the event. &lt;em&gt;"Baik Diana!" &lt;/em&gt;said azli, lol! Mr Ari was hot, wasn't he, Ili? Ended at ten. Intended to drop by gelare cafe near katong mall for the grad night, but i've been declared broke since yesterday afternoon due to constant splurging of good food in the newly-opened cafe in school (so i can't take cab already). Apologies 'cause i can't make it- but we can meet another day, can't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The boy's greatly, greatly missed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the showers for now. bye &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-354533253186018015?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/354533253186018015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=354533253186018015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/354533253186018015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/354533253186018015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/05/infinity-and-beyond.html' title='Infinity, and beyond'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-3563836468547055188</id><published>2007-05-21T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T19:31:08.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He&apos;s my lollipop'/><title type='text'>Prelude to vacation mood</title><content type='html'>YESSA BABEY! it's officially the &lt;em&gt;sexy&lt;/em&gt; holidays in uhm, five days' time? can't wait. bloody hell- i really can't! am already sick of geography lessons, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan's one step closer to being interrogated, gee. i &lt;strong&gt;cherish&lt;/strong&gt; our friday (&lt;strong&gt;romantic&lt;/strong&gt; hollandV huh?). but i'm gonna make a plea right this sec: let's not go there anymore, shall we? thank god i'm a patient girlfriend hahaha- you won't wanna see me flare up, i think. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and &lt;strong&gt;Ha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ppy Seventeenth, dearest Ili!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-3563836468547055188?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/3563836468547055188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=3563836468547055188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/3563836468547055188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/3563836468547055188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/05/prelude-to-vacation-mood.html' title='Prelude to vacation mood'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-4657657202277987917</id><published>2007-05-13T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:49:32.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;strong&gt;Mother's&lt;/strong&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to beloved momma! With Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: damn, it's back to school tomorrow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;monday blues, here they come again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.p.s: the boy's GREATLY missed!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no thanks to hectic schedule. tsk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-4657657202277987917?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4657657202277987917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=4657657202277987917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4657657202277987917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4657657202277987917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day-to-beloved-momma.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-6263452792744368999</id><published>2007-05-09T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:41:58.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Them against me</title><content type='html'>faculty test's due tmr, and i'm doomed to hell (no doubt) i'm worried sick about math especially, econs (Fucking duh), geography, pw... (like i think i can only count on at least malay lit &amp; gp? wtf i'm a loser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'doubt i can make it for the promos, like can i just quit everything and just hide under covers forever? i've made the wrong choice, i know i have.. the biggest mistake ever. if only i just heed their advice and...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been long since i last had had an emotional outbreak, with all due respect to stress. i wish i'm brighter. no matter how hard i work, i'm just &lt;em&gt;there, &lt;/em&gt;not even nearing to half the distance to the finishing line. &lt;em&gt;maybe everyone has their own limits afterall, and i've known mine already.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;i've known mine already. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ccas, they worth a bloody hell &lt;strong&gt;THRASH&lt;/strong&gt;FUL of my time. yeah fuck off to everything. i suck &lt;em&gt;(and damn, look at me (i won't blame you if you refuse though). i look as sucky as ever still. shit the dubious syndrome's penetrating through me yet again)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school. sometimes i curse greatly at my&lt;strong&gt; non-amicable&lt;/strong&gt; disposition. why can't i just adapt to new surroundings? am i that phobic? i can see the people around me changing, except ME. the whole real-self is pissing me off totally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good to bawl once in awhile. i'm so not (and will never ever) lookin forward to sch for tomorrow. &lt;em&gt;i love fridays and i hate sunday nights and of course mondays and all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;are they the confide-problems-with material? i doubt so, omg. i love my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off with regret &amp;amp; remorse,&lt;br /&gt;queen of the damned aka the dumberer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-6263452792744368999?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6263452792744368999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=6263452792744368999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6263452792744368999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6263452792744368999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/05/them-against-me.html' title='Them against me'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-7102830275358386187</id><published>2007-05-05T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T10:18:41.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coupled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/RjymDdIBHGI/AAAAAAAAADc/UVdRitpc9ZI/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061102659545668706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/RjymDdIBHGI/AAAAAAAAADc/UVdRitpc9ZI/s200/DSC01059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061102376077827154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/Rjyly9IBHFI/AAAAAAAAADU/GgXxp7dVHwY/s200/DSC01058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061102126969723970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/RjylkdIBHEI/AAAAAAAAADM/bWAUVTq4K7c/s200/DSC01055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061101920811293746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/RjylYdIBHDI/AAAAAAAAADE/zKTKONW6UDU/s200/DSC01040.JPG" border="0" /&gt; met the&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; earrrrrrrlybird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; him (RIGHT!) national library was being a &lt;strong&gt;bitch&lt;/strong&gt; just now- there's one section in the library where we aint allowed to bring in any of our possession, even highlighter pens (HAH). And the ground floor was totally packed, so it's absolutely impossible for us to mug, tsk! Plan C: coffee bean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the newly-wedded pair afrizal &amp; raisah joined us thereafter. studied for merely an hour and then giggled &amp;amp;amp; chatted &amp;amp; took pictures all the way till about eight plus. etcccccccccccccccc oh the boy sent me home as well (once in a blue moon, you know! i was ecstatic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh right, i just realise all of 'em reside in the western part of spore except me. cool shit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;(so redundant?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm sleepy already. raisah haven't text me up till now, bet she's already dreamin away. mugging will be resumed normally tomorrow morning (reminder!!*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-7102830275358386187?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/7102830275358386187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=7102830275358386187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/7102830275358386187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/7102830275358386187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/05/coupled.html' title='Coupled'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VleP4Ex_GLU/RjymDdIBHGI/AAAAAAAAADc/UVdRitpc9ZI/s72-c/DSC01059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-6018564703494535123</id><published>2007-05-04T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T08:41:10.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding for a fall</title><content type='html'>i saw &lt;strong&gt;syara &lt;/strong&gt;(and vivien) in the bus on my way to sch today! oh, the joy- god &lt;strong&gt;i miss you, woman.&lt;/strong&gt; glad to hear you're fine in school &amp; stuffs, but sad because when she's about to bitch and sorts, the bus'd already reached tp! the &lt;strong&gt;Big&lt;/strong&gt; loss, but fret not, 'shall meet soon for some bitching session, shan't we? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faculty test's up next week. in the name of success, i shall mug as hard as i could to improve, catch up and etc. &lt;em&gt;i must pass, i must pass, i must (chanting mantra).. &lt;/em&gt;oh, and there's track and field meet in the upcoming wednesday. i'll be participating in the 12 by 1m relay and this dna trail, which i've no knowledge on what in the world's that all about (dude, i was picked out by random by the class house master who's also a slacker, so yeah). tp will be playing against mj &amp;amp; nj on tues, as so i've heard, so i might be dropping by mj with classmates to support our team players (applauds to diana- it's like once in a blue moon that she's in this bloody high sch spirit).&lt;br /&gt;friends told me that my eyecandy was an &lt;em&gt;ex-mutt&lt;/em&gt;. dudes, i can't see the logic, really- is there such a definition/term? once a typicalist (mutt), always a typicalist. etc okay diana, enough said about your baloney theory- you're typing shit here, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom's giving me the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about tomorrow's rendezvous with him and in fact, motivating me to meet up with him on a regular basis for the sake of improvin the damned subject - math. (yes i told her i'm meeting him tmr to study) zomg, that was truly, authentically unexpected! words comin from dear mom, aww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s: musn't betray the trust she've had put in me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw &lt;strong&gt;faizal&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; co on my way home window-shoppin with mom. one of my &lt;strong&gt;good friends&lt;/strong&gt;. (: you're being missed, you! &lt;em&gt;hot hair ahh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-6018564703494535123?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6018564703494535123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=6018564703494535123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6018564703494535123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6018564703494535123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/05/riding-for-fall.html' title='Riding for a fall'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-2782215761727967188</id><published>2007-04-29T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T02:59:17.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bed's calling!</title><content type='html'>mom &amp; dad organised a thanksgiving function last sunday in our house, with the help of nan &amp;amp; dear aunt &amp; uncle. relatives dropped by non-stop till about eight pm. camwhored with cousins aisyah, iyesha &amp;amp; sofea like there's no tomorrow. got interrogated by uncle thereafter, but fret not, i think i did maintain my composure. screw conservatism and the sorts, rahh. self-revealing intimacy talk with closest paternal cousin hidayat for the first-ever time (like i'm quite shy whenever i'm with the paternal relatives, see, so). my indian (&lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;) &amp; chinese neighbours attended the function as well. etccccccccccccc. moving on, sch's fine for the week, apart from the childish dispositions of some individuals i'd had to endure, i shan't mention whom. and dan had no hockey training to attend on wed! so, it's coffee bean cum study-based rendezvous for us and, uhm, but, i couldn't mug despite the still ambience in the cafe. dan really was a hardcore camgig, zomg, and double zomg- the encounter with that relative of mine &amp;amp; the boy was really a close shave! phew, fortunately they weren;t destined to meet, yet (not that i want to, anyway). oh and wow, library night spelt absolute boredom! yikes, if not for cheekens (&amp; the &lt;em&gt;significant&lt;/em&gt; task to settle), i wouldn't even be bothered to come but rather, meet liyana instead!! gosh, i miss our bitching sessions and of course, shopping dates. gotta find time for this next week (i sense myself decaying already dfajfhjahfjkeh idk why though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw ex-schmates at tamp while lunching with classmate aisyah. i don't feel 'em comin at all, dudes. arrogance- look who's talking (hint: fatass). etc! -.- why didn't nas say hi to me? record-breaking: i did it first, wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm down with fucking PI now.&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reminder:&lt;/strong&gt; send alllllll the pics to dear cousin *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-2782215761727967188?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/2782215761727967188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=2782215761727967188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2782215761727967188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/2782215761727967188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-beds-calling.html' title='My bed&apos;s calling!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-1045515342501399023</id><published>2007-04-21T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:50:58.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind-blowing!</title><content type='html'>school's amazingly fine for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(excluding the fact that my bag got&lt;strong&gt; slashed&lt;/strong&gt; by some green-eyed fella, what the.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was appointed the class' service-learning leader (plus ali). community work, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;did&lt;strong&gt; folkdance&lt;/strong&gt; for the first time during SPE, and rofl, i think i prefer playing tennis to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta know from ili that jack sparrow has difficulties in pronouncing words with the letter 'r' in 'em. "p&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ata egg with cu&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;y, pls." HAHAHAA ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS!! &lt;strong&gt;reality-check: nobody's perfect in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hit town yesterday with aisyah and oh we had fun bitching, hadn't we? endless college politics and blahbitty blah. it's a pity that ili couldn't tag along- discovery of the day: &lt;strong&gt;PAPERPEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt; AT FAR EAST PLAZA, YAW! their files &amp; notebooks are truly, authentically orgasmic (i mean, literally)- you should witness our reactions upon entering the shop! 3 books for the price of 2, tell me who's stupid enough to not resist the temptation of purchasing those after the aforementioned proclamation of sale? jkhsdsjakdjak&lt;em&gt;i must buy the pink one i must i must i must..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay moving on, i saw my hmt-cum-gig-informant friend, iylia, ytd! mistaked one of her friends as &lt;strong&gt;paul twohill&lt;/strong&gt; and he went "uhm, is that a good thing or a bad thing?". &lt;em&gt;giggles, giggles.&lt;/em&gt; bumped into the company again as we headed to orchard mrt for funan mall and iylia went "oh diana, we, esp so-and-so were talking abt you all along okay!! lucky you're here and love, go check so-and-so's abs! I MEAN, GOD HIS ABS ARE FUCKIN HOT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: do you go around promoting your guyf's bod? -.- zomg iylia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love today's activity though it sounds a bit retarded- &lt;strong&gt;door-to-door collection of newspapers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TASHA SYARA IDRUS YAY&lt;/strong&gt; (: was with mom &amp;amp; pop at loyang pt, and then i saw 'em at macdonalds! miss ya'll so much okay. joined 'em for lunch and shared our daily happenings. mhmm. so luqman shaved his eyebrows to attain the metrosexualist look, i heard. doubly yucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;screw super lecherous men to the core&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-1045515342501399023?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1045515342501399023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=1045515342501399023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1045515342501399023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1045515342501399023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/mind-blowing.html' title='Mind-blowing!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-6624272525554399780</id><published>2007-04-13T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T14:01:18.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drained out</title><content type='html'>yessa, it's already friday. oh how i &lt;strong&gt;cherish&lt;/strong&gt; fridays, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weekly life buzz:&lt;/strong&gt; city hall with liyana on monday. exchanged daily happenings &amp;amp; of course, window-shopped together(like how could we possibly MISS that, lol). and then there's this corporate video shooting on wednesday. our scene's all about singing a couple of lines from our school song in the field while basking in the morning sun. director's very particular about the volume (and of course, our &lt;strong&gt;tuning&lt;/strong&gt;, to be discreet.), and we gotta repeat like dozens of times before we got him nodding his head in satisfaction. economics test's up after the gobbledygook and i really, really hope i can at least reach the borderline mark. off to city hall again after sch to meet the boy (we haven't really met up for quite some time, haven't we? you're missssssed). as usual, we chatted at esplanade lib's cafe, cat-fought over some trivial matters (hint: major vocab mistakes/mini competition of whose voice's the best for &lt;em&gt;way back into love&lt;/em&gt; etc), took snapshots of us together and then deleted 'em all eventually (it's always been like this since aeons ago), and blahbitty blah. &lt;strong&gt;truly awesome wednesday indeed&lt;/strong&gt; (: thursday's a super nonsensical day because the clan sorta gotta know how my life's like in the past (re:sec one) and how i was forced to confess about the &lt;em&gt;comical/embarrassing&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt;, hahhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. who's been passing the rumour around in the college lately, that i'm still hintless. pfft. manifestasi audition in the afternoon. screwed the sad scene, but never did i mind- it requires 6times per week worth of our commitment(what the). etcccc. camera's rollin for corporate video shooting again for today, and today's scene was all about 'us taking examinations' in the hall. -.- and, i think i'm gonna be caught in camera, haha! oh no, how did i smile just now? oh fout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;utterly disappointed with the fact that coral band got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bronze &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for syf. i believe we could've done better than this, really. work harder, guys! two years from now. my fellow juniors, esp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-6624272525554399780?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/6624272525554399780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=6624272525554399780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6624272525554399780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/6624272525554399780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/drained-out.html' title='Drained out'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-4780947598959447195</id><published>2007-04-07T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T14:54:57.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarion</title><content type='html'>tpjc's songfest was truly awesome and oh, biggest congrats to my&lt;strong&gt; cheekens&lt;/strong&gt;, aww. you guys really rock my socks, zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class managed to enter the preliminary rounds for sports day and guess what, i'm involved in&lt;strong&gt; 12 x100m&lt;/strong&gt; relay! YEAH &lt;strong&gt;BIG SHOCK&lt;/strong&gt; RIGHT, stop laughin, dude. i know it's uberly strange about the fact that i'm actually full of enthusiasm about this sports thingy but oh, it's been like years since i was a participant in this whole gobbledygooky occassion. my sister actually cackled at the thought of me racing on the track for the class, rofl! with all due respect to class spirit, i guess i'll just forgo this thought for once and yeah, just go with the flow and have fun sprinting, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s: that sounds totally, uberly, pathetically WRONG hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated dj's birthday with a humble sara lee's chocolate cake with firecrackers mounted on top of it. looked ultimately hilarious; those firecrackers reminded me of joss sticks and hahahahaha, okay -.- he really is cute, right zizie? ;) aww, how adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there'll be a malay lit camp in the upcoming june holidays. i'm so lookin forward to this; we might visit &lt;strong&gt;mediacorp&lt;/strong&gt;, yesssssa! omg. mass comm. one of my dreams. camera, action, go! okay, that was random. oh and speakin of that, i might be joinin drama club. back to the topic, we'll be campin with innova jc. eyecandies, here i come, lol. (are there such people in ijc btw?) etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah i can see massive grammar errors in this post, i think. pardon me so much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-4780947598959447195?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4780947598959447195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=4780947598959447195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4780947598959447195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4780947598959447195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/clarion.html' title='Clarion'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-5257516250138559415</id><published>2007-04-02T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T01:03:55.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jinxed(yours sincerely)</title><content type='html'>blablaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;are we all designed to be confined?&lt;br /&gt;i'm all wrapped up in pessimism right now, go figure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-5257516250138559415?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/5257516250138559415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=5257516250138559415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/5257516250138559415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/5257516250138559415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/04/jinxedyours-sincerely.html' title='Jinxed(yours sincerely)'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-1442215407317665109</id><published>2007-03-31T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T14:23:29.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke pt1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Q: How many RJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: 4 whole faculties. One to design the new bulb, one to manufacture and test it out, one to write a proposal on it and one to market it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many HCJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: The whole school. To compete with RJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many VJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: The whole school. One student to screw it and the rest to cheer him on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many NJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They can study without light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many AJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They are too busy trying to be in the top 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many ACJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They would rather pay YJC to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many YJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. Only one teacher to tell them what a light bulb is in the first place and to demonstrate how to change the light bulb. (So how do you think they were able to change it for ACJC?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many CJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: They would prefer the dark. (Hmmmm... *raises eye-brows* )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many JJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. Their physics is so bad that they made their macho male physics teacher cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many TPJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. Would they even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many SAJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They believe in praying for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many NYJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They are still using oil lamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many SRJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: Huh, what litebarb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many PJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: Heck the light bulb lah, the principal would do something about the rightbarbs. Let's do 300 jumping jacks for not wearing the proper school attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many MJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They are too busy trying to get promoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many IJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They are Innovians. They will find ways out of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who wrote all this?&lt;br /&gt;A: A TJCian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many TJC students does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: None. They think they are already very bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. comical right? rachel, you ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today's event was a success. i had joy ringing the bell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-1442215407317665109?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1442215407317665109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=1442215407317665109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1442215407317665109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1442215407317665109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/q-how-many-rjc-students-does-it-take-to.html' title='Joke pt1'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-4244574461866134977</id><published>2007-03-29T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:19:06.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One fine day</title><content type='html'>wow, i'm like one hell of a fickle-minded lady, i tell ya. hahahahah shan't elaborate further!&lt;br /&gt;p.s: no wonder dan &amp; i can click together, rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a major malay event going on tomorrow &amp;amp; i'm assigned to be the timekeeper. the dikir barat performance being an eye-feaster is a sure-thing, haha (or rather the performers themselves? lol!)&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s: syara, bet you gonna love 'em all maaaaaaaaaan. dikir people)&lt;br /&gt;and my whole cg's supposed to celebrate alicia's b'day at her place butttttttttttttt, lordy. screw the parents' meeting session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a teacher reprimanded me for no good reason during PE, only to realise at the last minute that he'd actually mistaked me for some foreign j2 student (wth?). a couple of my friends initially indicated that i couldn't speak my own native language for i 'don't look like one'. (dude, i'm taking mlep yaw, so) and wow, i bloody hell love &lt;strong&gt;malay lit&lt;/strong&gt;! heeeee. who says malay is boring? gosh and my teacher's really sarcastic about the whole issue on the minority who just can't simply admit that they're more or less malay andddddddd .......................................... okay what's with me. but &lt;strong&gt;i'm with her 100%.&lt;/strong&gt; and that's why i actually &lt;strong&gt;dislike/detest&lt;/strong&gt; heritage talks. (uh?) random post, can't help it. ETC. eh gwen stefani's hot, oh my. (oops, random entry again. watchin american idol right now blaaaaaaaabla)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's it. toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-4244574461866134977?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4244574461866134977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=4244574461866134977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4244574461866134977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4244574461866134977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-fine-day.html' title='One fine day'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-4180821967156721060</id><published>2007-03-25T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T21:38:43.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painkiller tablets, anyone?</title><content type='html'>i'm suffering from &lt;strong&gt;chronic lethargy&lt;/strong&gt; right now. HELP (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either band or whichever cca that requires &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;minimal&lt;/span&gt; commitment&lt;/strong&gt;; which's best for me? sgc's gonna be real beautiful if i persist on being a &lt;em&gt;bandee&lt;/em&gt;, but -. &lt;em&gt;eh tiredla seh, serious. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s: pardon the extremely singlish remark, pretty please pffffffffft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band concert's up yesterday night. i realise i really, really &amp; really miss coral band, omfg. dyna, fred &amp;amp; the juniors plus ms ng went to watch us perform, aww (credits to sammy for selling the tixs; i simply can't be bothered in settling that task) &amp; yeah, the comments were so much &lt;strong&gt;constructive&lt;/strong&gt;, thx. ;) &lt;em&gt;eww diana, sorry ah but that was uberly disgusting! (giggles)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;miss ya'll. and that hug's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pure reliever&lt;/span&gt;, dyna!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classmates. absolutely &lt;strong&gt;wacky&lt;/strong&gt; classmates i've got, akldfaalkjf-&lt;em&gt; like can they get any louder?&lt;/em&gt; hmm. &lt;em&gt;open yourself up, diana, really!&lt;/em&gt; but i can't la; i'm just semi-loud, get it? orrrrrrrr let's just say i'm less than averagely loud (perhaps&lt;strong&gt; 30-40%&lt;/strong&gt; loud, to consider?). wow, incredibly math. but they're a gd bunch of people, so yeah. (= all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.p.s: thank god i'm surviving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of my friends got sick due to &lt;em&gt;school shock syndrome&lt;/em&gt; (okay wth was that?). i feel for them hahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, duh- 3 months of pure slacking &amp;amp; then BOOM, assignments and etc in one shot. danggggggggg. fever's coming on me now, come to mention of this. haaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is ironic, but but but- is there time still for poly appeal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;diana, you're ridiculous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-4180821967156721060?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/4180821967156721060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=4180821967156721060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4180821967156721060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/4180821967156721060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/painkiller-tablets-anyone.html' title='Painkiller tablets, anyone?'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27566340.post-1627156434707467382</id><published>2007-03-17T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T12:12:42.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoilt embouchure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;re: wednesday's post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"....i think i &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; band?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please. &lt;strong&gt;take those words back&lt;/strong&gt;, damn. a concert's up next saturday and we newbies're left with only one week to practise. and the next major event that we gotta prepare for would be, uh what else but the freaking SYF, pfft.&lt;br /&gt;p.s: gosh, i'll always miss mr wong (:&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s: haha i love sammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be checking out drama(malay/english), bowling &amp; maybe squash when the new term starts next week. no band, please. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;music scores &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;super-running notes&lt;/strong&gt; phobic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no kid)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27566340-1627156434707467382?l=pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/feeds/1627156434707467382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27566340&amp;postID=1627156434707467382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1627156434707467382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27566340/posts/default/1627156434707467382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pasquinadeislove.blogspot.com/2007/03/spoilt-embouchure.html' title='Spoilt embouchure'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04126684583171222692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
