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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2011 07:45:57 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Random</category><category>Mystery solved</category><category>Help</category><category>Contest</category><category>Website</category><category>I say</category><category>Glee</category><category>Educational</category><category>Generator</category><category>Online</category><category>Tumblr</category><category>Awesome</category><category>Tips</category><category>Photomanipulation</category><category>Birthday</category><category>Gossip Girl</category><category>Tutorial</category><category>Nate Archibald</category><category>Parody of the day</category><category>book</category><category>Google</category><category>Notice</category><category>photo</category><category>Games</category><category>Moved (again)</category><category>Vaio</category><category>Taylor Lautner</category><category>Photoscape</category><category>Love</category><category>Materials</category><category>Lenovo</category><category>List</category><category>Interest</category><category>Dilemma</category><category>Wish</category><category>Tilt shift</category><category>Netbook</category><category>Update</category><category>To-do list</category><category>Free</category><category>Robert Pattinson</category><category>LWP</category><category>Back again</category><category>Video</category><category>Facebook</category><category>Monday Mumbles</category><category>Nuffnang</category><title>pastelparlour</title><description /><link>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/pastelparlour" /><feedburner:info uri="pastelparlour" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-9032748256952350088</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2011 04:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-09T12:38:22.652+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Back again</category><title>Honey, I'm home!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello english blog of mine! I was so stuck on other places that I totally have forgotten you! Sorry! I even forgot my login email, how bad is that! So, when I almost forgotten about your existence, I made a sister for you :D She's a malay blog and she's kinda cranky. Lately I gotta give full attention to her because she's still a baby you see. For human, it's like breastfeeding. So that's why I gotta keep on feeding her, if you catch my drift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Pepe (pronounce: PP),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can visit your little sister &lt;a href="http://pluckthepoppy.blogspot.com/2011/03/vote-for-me-miss-malaysia.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. She's entering a beauty contest. Do vote for her ok :) The dateline is until 10th of March 2011. Lets hope there are still readers in here who can help us win. Please and thank you in advance!&lt;br /&gt;
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p/s: I still think you're the prettiest blog in the block, if I was a better mother (and still remember you), I would've entered you for the beauty pageant.&amp;nbsp; Love you, Pepe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392673220548796015-9032748256952350088?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/3eRR2D-Cd2M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/3eRR2D-Cd2M/honey-im-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2011/03/honey-im-home.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-2135636112629731645</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 May 2010 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-02T21:44:48.530+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Moved (again)</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tumblr</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Update</category><title>Goodbye Blogger, Hello Tumblr!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://aezlika.tumblr.com/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/S91_mvqU8bI/AAAAAAAAAH0/APv1cesuUXg/s400/jetaime.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;click on the image to be redirected :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesh, I've moved from Blogger to Tumblr for quite some time now. Why? Simply because I'm too lazy to type out whatever that I have so say, I reblog other people's posts instead! Haha. You might call it being NOT original, but no one's really THAT original after all. You follow other people's haircut, follow other's fashion sense, follow this and follow that. Reblogging is not wrong at all! In fact the original author would love it to be reblogged, noted and liked :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tumblr's IS that much simpler because I've no time to update my blog. Link me there and follow me if you want to. But I still have yet to figure out how to enable comments and such. Reblog is the new blogging! (for me it is! shhhhh~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392673220548796015-2135636112629731645?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/nn-xVz0eqmU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/nn-xVz0eqmU/goodbye-blogger-hello-tumblr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/S91_mvqU8bI/AAAAAAAAAH0/APv1cesuUXg/s72-c/jetaime.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2010/05/goodbye-blogger-hello-tumblr.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-233971034410306572</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 17:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-16T01:14:46.586+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Update</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>Love everyone, everyday</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/S3l_16ExGHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oC_MQgJzeKE/s1600-h/imy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/S3l_16ExGHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oC_MQgJzeKE/s400/imy.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;itu tangan saya, itu serpihan biskut oreo saya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The ol' panda wished, which I hope someone else would've (ok, ayat pelik gila nak mati, gonna leave it there fullstop).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways, how's your Single Awareness Day? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392673220548796015-233971034410306572?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/zUPZneNf5sY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/zUPZneNf5sY/love-everyone-everyday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/S3l_16ExGHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oC_MQgJzeKE/s72-c/imy.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-everyone-everyday.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-7982397144835107260</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 16:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-10T00:45:04.965+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Update</category><title>My date for Valentine's day ;)</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/S3GNzMYcPkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qI1uesRRkEk/s1600-h/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/S3GNzMYcPkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qI1uesRRkEk/s320/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Oh wait, I don't have any. Be mine, anyone? Hehe. Anyways, just wanna update something since the start of a new semester.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Week 1, was like hell yeah eager to start studying and score kononnya, just to find out the lecturer could've been better..and less boring. Yes, could have been.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Got a big bruise from futsal. Yeay, playing futsal now :)&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Playing for sport's week! Yeay again!&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Got another injury, first time for a bleeding knee. And both knees got bruises. Finally, I'm living life. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. Never ever put an alcohol swab on an open wound, if you don't know it's gonna hurt, LIKE HELL. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392673220548796015-7982397144835107260?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/Ym-hGwrtMGs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/Ym-hGwrtMGs/my-date-for-valentines-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/S3GNzMYcPkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qI1uesRRkEk/s72-c/love.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-date-for-valentines-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-5947397587476879469</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 20:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-06T04:05:45.940+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>Running away</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/S2x5sBx_MoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LvD_AN6Twtc/s1600-h/haveyouever.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="97" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/S2x5sBx_MoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LvD_AN6Twtc/s400/haveyouever.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, wait. You don't have to be scared anymore. I know my place; and it's not in your heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392673220548796015-5947397587476879469?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/gCJq5jbzeyA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/gCJq5jbzeyA/running-away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/S2x5sBx_MoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LvD_AN6Twtc/s72-c/haveyouever.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2010/02/running-away.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-4888022238104807498</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 15:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-02T23:20:36.391+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">To-do list</category><title>2010's to-do list</title><description>As of year 2010, I will...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Upload a video on youtube/facebook.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Have a conversation with a stranger&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Run a marathon.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Visit an art museum.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Learn to commit.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Enjoy the outdoors.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;High five the person next to me.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tell him that I like/love him.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Let go.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Solve a rubic's cube.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Take more photos.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Jog.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Eat more fruit.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Be happy and healthy.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Take more chances.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Start acting my age.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Watch a movie in 3D.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Find Mr Right.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Bake cookies from scratch.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392673220548796015-4888022238104807498?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/EZne0Q5Kuu0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/EZne0Q5Kuu0/2010s-to-do-list.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2010/02/2010s-to-do-list.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-27600142430335633</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jan 2010 19:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-25T03:31:14.966+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>Why so serious?</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://9gag.com/photo/17059_500sq.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wise men say only fools rush in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I cant help falling in love with you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p/s: love is history. i hate history. now do the math.&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/4392673220548796015-27600142430335633?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/lKnu99KkRRY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/lKnu99KkRRY/via-here-wise-men-say-only-fools-rush.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2010/01/via-here-wise-men-say-only-fools-rush.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-6460141860090447606</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jan 2010 15:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-24T23:30:48.330+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Video</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Update</category><title>I just wanna be okay</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm back! I will try to update weekly from now on (rather than daily cuz my life isn't interesting enough for you to read). Say awwww! Hahaha. Oh well, finals over yesterday. Tomorrow, is a brand new day! Of second semester *heart break*. Yeah, no semester break for Nottingham students. Azam baru yaw? Study smart not hard ok. These past few weeks I've been studying sooooo hard and the outcome was shet. No more playing around, Aez. You're in your 2nd year where your results will be taken for the final transcript. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s: somebody teach me french pls? it sounds super adorable and romantic liedat &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vpMI8Qu5fsc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vpMI8Qu5fsc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392673220548796015-6460141860090447606?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/IhnAQMmRnlM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/IhnAQMmRnlM/i-just-wanna-be-okay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-wanna-be-okay.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-3374314954572373859</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 08:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-31T16:08:33.967+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interest</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Generator</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Website</category><title>To-do list of 2010</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/SzxbXYnYdzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/n1HnjP3dYno/s1600-h/2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/SzxbXYnYdzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/n1HnjP3dYno/s320/2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://moninavelarde.com/newyears/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Hahaha..oh man. Don't do this to me. Alright, before year 2010 ends! That's if I managed to *ahem* lose a couple of stones :)&lt;br /&gt;
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p/s: tell me what's yours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392673220548796015-3374314954572373859?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/eGEEIGUfXUM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/eGEEIGUfXUM/to-do-list-of-2010.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/SzxbXYnYdzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/n1HnjP3dYno/s72-c/2010.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-do-list-of-2010.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-3025453295033185222</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 18:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-31T02:34:22.256+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Update</category><title>The last day of oh-nine</title><description>Hello. Today's the last day of 2009. Current mood: ughh, tummy ache. Okays, anyway...this year has taught me to be friendly and warm-hearted and caring and loving :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(BRB tummy aches real bad)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
OK.back! I'm not sure if I've fulfilled this year's resolution. Heck, I can't even remember what were my resolutions. Heh, so for dearest 2010, I decided to keep it simple and achievable. Sounds good enough, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1. To spend wisely, save up monthly and stop buying unnecessary stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. To spend more time with friends and family, reconnect the bonds from where it was left. Reconnect with old friends, visit the old school.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3. Study smart, stop skipping classes, be more organised. Use books, instead of papers. Be ORGANISED!&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Stop being emotional.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
5. Be nice to others, don't judge them without knowing them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ok, that's all for now. Shall be adding more to the list. At least, these are manageable, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here comes December photos!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://img22.imageshack.us/img22/5353/18068220589438037688948.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Batting was fun! RM3 on Wednesdays! :D&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/5746/18068220593943037688948.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The old gang from high school.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/8589/18068220601578037688948.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toilet pic is a must ;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/1769/18068220603568037688948.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loike this pic :3&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs153.snc3/18068_220603578037_688948037_3215657_8107011_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousin's wedding&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs133.snc3/18068_220604683037_688948037_3215665_2985663_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The yummy cake&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs133.snc3/18068_220605613037_688948037_3215667_6811700_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zara the niece, so comel I wanna bite her!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all for '09.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New year comes with new responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My aim? 1st class please, insyaallah :)&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/4392673220548796015-3025453295033185222?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/nhwP2r5KL1M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/nhwP2r5KL1M/last-day-of-oh-nine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-of-oh-nine.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-8097131910231861980</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 13:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T21:08:09.869+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Update</category><title>Avatar!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On hiatus because final exam starts on the 11th. 4 papers to sit for, 2 more weeks. Ganbatte! I went back to my mum's hometown in Muar, Johor last Thursday to attend my cousin's wedding which was on Saturday. Hohum, go back so early, to help out before and during the big day. Wanted to transfer the pictures but then the battery is empty. No charger, (still) no lappy, no memory card thingy blablabla. Tomorrow lah I'll post the pics. Anyways, have y'all watch Avatar? I wanna watch! Come accompany me :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/avatar-movie-poster_353x529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know it's good :3 but being in a so-called-study-mode..makes me feel guilty to go out and enjoy..tralalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392673220548796015-8097131910231861980?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/7hZfa4L9KbM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/7hZfa4L9KbM/avatar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-5992968708095029534</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 17:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-24T01:06:46.132+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Update</category><title>Study break</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://21.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv27ssu8Id1qzpwi0o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; I really need this. Happy study break! Time to study and score 'em papers! 11th of January is the starting of my examination week yaw. All the best :)&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/4392673220548796015-5992968708095029534?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/R1aDvUXuXf4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/R1aDvUXuXf4/study-break.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2009/12/study-break.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-3948081551546442340</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 10:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-19T22:42:31.033+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I say</category><title>Young at heart</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/Syyw--QpkjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OPGWYtJnn_g/s1600-h/girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/Syyw--QpkjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OPGWYtJnn_g/s320/girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My heart is still too young,&lt;br /&gt;
overtime I have tortured it by acting mature.&lt;br /&gt;
Am I happy?&lt;br /&gt;
NO.&lt;br /&gt;
So, back to my old self,&lt;br /&gt;
the silly and naive self.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392673220548796015-3948081551546442340?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/ebTQfMMDc_Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/ebTQfMMDc_Q/young-at-heart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/Syyw--QpkjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OPGWYtJnn_g/s72-c/girl.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-at-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-593112679413951927</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 18:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-19T02:23:54.173+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I say</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>How to be both man and woman</title><description>It's not wrong to fall for a nice person, just don't fall for everyone who's nice to you. Even strangers can be nice if they knew your weakness. Just because they're nice doesn't mean their intentions are always like that. Man and woman, both have brain and heart. To think logically and to feel emotions. If you're falling hard, listen to the brain. The heart might just wound your feelings. Don't be over optimistic with your emotions because love starts with falling, and ends with where you land-either on a hard ground or cloud 9. Only fools fall on cloud 9. The smart ones &lt;b&gt;withdraw from the battle like a man&lt;/b&gt;, hit the effing hard ground and &lt;b&gt;cry out loud like a little girl&lt;/b&gt; for the pain he/she feels. This is how we can be both man and woman. It hurts to finally realise all those feelings are just temporary but the sooner you get over it, the better it'll be.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sxc.hu/pic/m/d/du/duchesssa/1215808_coloured_daisy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I do fall for nice fellas. So, I can say I've fallen for most of my guy friends. Different is, I get over them easily cuz their flaws are easy to spot. Still, they're the best friends anyone could ask for :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392673220548796015-593112679413951927?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/P6QEJ6L25uo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/P6QEJ6L25uo/how-to-be-both-man-and-woman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-to-be-both-man-and-woman.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-2959468861968301073</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 19:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-18T03:07:45.531+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Update</category><title>Remember me?</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope you haven't forgotten me! I know I've been away for awhile, but that doesn't mean I've totally forgotten about you! Assignments, I've typed this word oh so many times in here, muak dah ok. Well, it's pay back time for being a lazy kid. Kids, when you're finally in college, never ever skip any classes! It's important to get every single drop of knowledge so that you'll understand everything.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like smashing the keyboard, tak makan saman (read: bloody fool). Oh, I've been in the computer lab every night now because my lappy is in the lappytal. Hopefully she'll be ok soon. Tiscra (the computer lab) is so empty right now. Usually it's full with people doing their assignments. I guess after 4.30 pm today, they've all declared 'merdeka' and probably enjoying their study break now. As for me, I still have an assignment due Monday, gonna be stuck here in Semenyih probably the entire 3 weeks of study break to...study, what else! Today's the start of the soon to be gila boring study break. Computer lab is my bestfriend now. I feel so...lifeless being here every night, playing tetris HAHA. Macam loser, sigh. Where's everyone?! Why am I the one stressing out?! Help :(&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2720/29/107/688948037/n688948037_1672887_8164648.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I wanna go to the annual dinner next year, pretty please? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392673220548796015-2959468861968301073?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/bzNITXlTpk8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/bzNITXlTpk8/remember-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2009/12/remember-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-7798911355216113124</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 15:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-13T23:40:59.946+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Update</category><title>Oh, yummy Jacob</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, can't seem to stay away even though the lappy went kaboom! I had a dream &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(yea duhh, like everyone&amp;nbsp; else doesn't? =.=) &lt;/span&gt;Ok, so...yeah. I was in a war/battle something like that. My weapon - a water gun. The enemy - dinosaurs. My hunky team mate - Jacob aka Taylor Lautner. HAHAHA. It was friggin random. I don't think it was Taylor but it seems like his body though, so must be him then. I haven't watch New Moon, but here I am dreaming and killing dinosaurs with him. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://poponthepop.com/images/gallery/taylor-lautner.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Let's kill dino again tonite ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Anyways, time to be super rajin yaw. So, lets do our best okay :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal; margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;risk nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392673220548796015-7798911355216113124?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/37hxC3lD6Pk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/37hxC3lD6Pk/oh-yummy-jacob.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-yummy-jacob.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-9189539789113199245</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 16:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-12T00:54:04.817+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dilemma</category><title>Hello, and goodbye</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry I missed yesterday's post. I think baby V's finally dead. *whisper* &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I accidently dropped her last night.&lt;/span&gt; But it wasn't from a high place! Probably about 5 cm, or 10 :( Turned it on today but she's on showing anything on the external monitor. Maybe the wires aren't properly connected but then, I sort of lost hope. Too pressured because I have yet to finish my last part for 1 out of 3 assignments. I'm using my sister's laptop at the moment, feel like going back to the university tomorrow to finish up my work. No mood for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No mood at all because I'm losing my mind. Like I always do when I...ah, forget it. I wasn't even doing this post whole-heartedly. I almost forgot that I'm doing this right now. Anyways, I fall real hard for nice fellas. So stop being nice to me please, cuz it's hard to get it out of my mind T__________T&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: if u noe what I'm talking about, especially neo, sila jauhkan diri anda daripada membocorkan apape disini, sekian :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392673220548796015-9189539789113199245?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/Jk8p0rnb43E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/Jk8p0rnb43E/hello-and-goodbye.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-and-goodbye.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-1483151555993482830</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-19T18:46:42.049+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Random</category><title>I choose you!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/epic-fail-calculus-fail.jpg" width="337" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.failblog.org/"&gt;www.failblog.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss Pokemon, like seriously. Installed a game inside my hp but I don't know how to save it =.= I even had a dream of having a Pokemon battle. Haha. Those years, how long ago was it? &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/4392673220548796015-1483151555993482830?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/fn8KPmz0qdw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/fn8KPmz0qdw/i-choose-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-choose-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-737039070014969549</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 13:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-09T21:09:47.253+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I say</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dilemma</category><title>Too much curry, ma</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just finished my nestum chicken. Too much egg this time, I think. Well, come over to Nottingham University (Malaysia campus ok!!) and I'll belanja, but you'll pay :P &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, today is a hot hot day, even at night. Maybe I should shower soon, hmmm. Today I was up, in the a.m (12 ain't a.m anymore that's why I was happy to wake up early) but 15 minutes too late for class. It's the fierce one that's teaching this time so I thought of sneaking in during break . BUT there was no break given, she finished it all in an hour and a half. I was so determined, was so gonna stop the '&lt;i&gt;all talk, no action&lt;/i&gt;' routine. Guess I failed. Tomorrow still got tutorial, so yeah not gonna skip that one! Next week's the final week before we're having our study break. Need to start the other 2 assignments ASAP! All talk and no play, makes me a dull one but I've been playing all semester. Time to stop procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm color-deprived. Ever since, baby Vaio's screen turned white, I gotta use this external monitor. Now I can only see blue and yellow. Stalking others and looking at their pictures aint fun anymore. Their lips look either black or dark blue, very the gothic. Even little kids look that way. Color plays a major role in our life, the more the colour, the happier we are. As for me, that's why I got so blue and this cough is celebrating for me lazying around.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of heels and shoes from the annual dinner, how I miss you :,)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2720/29/107/688948037/n688948037_1672901_3996505.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I'll enjoy being a stalker after sending Vaio to the hospital next month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, I almost forgot why I wanted to make an entry today.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We know no one's perfect. Everyone changes from time to time, sometimes for better and sometimes for the worst. In the past years, even though I'm always acting like a child - it's because I'm young at heart :P For those that's still holding on to the past and not changing for their own good, I pity you. You're so stuck, you refuse to let go and let your ego takes over. I've learned from the past, and won't allow history to repeat itself. So, why are you being so bitter? Let go, let go. Karma's always a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: too much curry, ma = too much karma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;pp/s: someone just shouted "LET IT GO!". oh wow, maybe there's a fight out there, ngehs &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392673220548796015-737039070014969549?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/OHoTwbodTfg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/OHoTwbodTfg/too-much-curry-ma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-much-curry-ma.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-1378838660626396027</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 09:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-08T17:09:50.258+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gossip Girl</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nate Archibald</category><title>The Archibald</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://16.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kubjudPdA81qzvmcko1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://meesters.tumblr.com/"&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, I've grown to love this man again. Aw, how can you not when he's so vulnerable and got his heart broken *drool*&lt;br /&gt;
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p/s: the perfect kind of Mr. Right, don't you think &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392673220548796015-1378838660626396027?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/vu9zVX-lphM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/vu9zVX-lphM/archibald.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2009/12/archibald.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-628048546551223812</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 06:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-08T14:35:26.368+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dilemma</category><title>Gimme a pep talk please!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One more month til its time for final exam. To tell you the truth, I'm hell yeah &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; prepared. Seriously. I think the amount of classes that I've been skipping (uh, massive headaches ok!) is&lt;b&gt; far way less&lt;/b&gt; than last year. But why do I feel like I've learn nothing? Ok, nothing might be an exaggeration, but still, I feel...stupid T_____T Yeah, that's the word. I constantly keep asking for help and sometimes, I don't feel like asking anymore cuz I'm embarrassed to be such a fool T_____T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's always a will, and what's the other one...uhm yeah, determination. Where's my will and determination this year? Please come back. You know I gotta achieve more than I could possibly imagine to keep the loan low (sobbb). Will, I know you're in me, somewhere. Ughhh, looks like I gotta give myself a pep talk. I need you dear Will, to go on through this journey, we gotta endure it together! Determination, help me achieve my goal!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/Sx3y3LeSg3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7SpRGqvXSfY/s1600-h/ganbatte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/Sx3y3LeSg3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7SpRGqvXSfY/s320/ganbatte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I read the Fullmetal Alchemist manga the whole day yesterday (now I've finished 101 chapters in just 2 days OMG =.=), and I got sick. Like really sick, tummy aches so badly, I think I was having diarrhea, then I feel as if there's no oxygen to breathe. I feel like fainting, passing out, dying. I've been such a lazy kid...lazy lazy kid. But I know if I'm interested in something, I'll give my all to know everything about it. Like DSLR. Not gonna aim for that this year I guess, cuz my education comes first (yeay, determination!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How to stop procrastinating? Hmmm :,(&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/4392673220548796015-628048546551223812?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/sn0kl8j0jko" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/sn0kl8j0jko/gimme-pep-talk-please.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FzzawFlcWBQ/Sx3y3LeSg3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7SpRGqvXSfY/s72-c/ganbatte.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2009/12/gimme-pep-talk-please.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-8981327404227160338</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 14:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-06T22:52:34.482+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Materials</category><title>Where did it go?</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My 'just bought Dorothy Perkins like 2days before birthday top oh wait maybe it's a tunic', fml. I remember bringing it back here, in my room, Nottingham (Malaysia campus la wei). It's still in the bag, tak basuh lagi LOL cuz I like the smell of new clothes. You know, cuz they've been in the air-conditioned shop for so long, they smell new and sejuk. Where oh where is it? Am gonna cry now if I can't find it T___________T&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What makes me suddenly think of it? Cuz I was browsing through their online shop and suddenly got the "wait a minute I just bought something the other day" feeling. And oh, it's been a while since I set foot in a mall. A proper mall with lots of shop (Amcorp Mall for the &lt;a href="http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-bad-wolf.html"&gt;Big Bad Wolf Book Sales&lt;/a&gt; seriously doesn't count). I still have the 20% birthday discount for Dorothy Perkins *smiles wide*. And oh, wanna check out Crocs if this baby has arrived (uh yeah, the screen's still blue, so I assume they're black and white, eh?).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="124" src="http://img697.imageshack.us/img697/6238/lydia.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;img height="124" src="http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/4345/lydia1g.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: S, why'd you have to go with Tripp? Kesian Nate :(&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392673220548796015-8981327404227160338?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/aZrtubaQmfI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/aZrtubaQmfI/where-did-it-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-did-it-go.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-3520335687915937161</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-06T20:25:23.391+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Video</category><title>Ice cream, anyone?</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xA8BisDIvcQ&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xA8BisDIvcQ&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As much as I love vanilla. Vanilla milkshake, gotta get one after recovered! But then, thank God that I'm sick. I don't feel like having any for now :) Hello, Sunday. Don't know if I wanna go back to Semenyih yet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s: vanilla is the most erotic scent to elder men, so don't eat vanilla ice cream whenever you're with the elderlies x)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392673220548796015-3520335687915937161?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/HCt97X3rSNg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/HCt97X3rSNg/ice-cream-anyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2009/12/ice-cream-anyone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-9013796377014043560</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 10:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-06T22:54:57.092+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Notice</category><title>Away</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, I think I'll be away from blogging until further notice. Still sick and updating daily in this condition is such a hassle. My mind has already been invaded with germs and bacterias (sick!!), then having a 10pm dateline and now gotta think what to blog about? That's too much for a sickie like me :( Plus, blogging randomly without any aim and purpose seems more like mumbling babbling kinda thing. I know those things bore you (and me). So, I shall stop babbling now, continue my assignments and hope this headache will fck off. Toodles. See ya when I'm feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aez&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s: but if you still find me here, on daily basis, it's because uh, I can't help myself :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4392673220548796015-9013796377014043560?l=pastelparlour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pastelparlour/~4/fLzv2-9Dn5M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pastelparlour/~3/fLzv2-9Dn5M/away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aezlika)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pastelparlour.blogspot.com/2009/12/away.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4392673220548796015.post-1070935284891496085</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 15:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-04T23:16:40.328+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I say</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dilemma</category><title>The ghost of high school past</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Notice how little I &lt;s&gt;expose&lt;/s&gt; talk about myself here? Probably it's because that's what I &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; do in my previous blogs. I keep on making new ones with an aim &lt;b&gt;NOT &lt;/b&gt;to blog too much about personal stuffs. It's tiring too read the older posts, especially when you blog about the problems you have with your friends or family. Tears keep on coming and I can hardly make it stop.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://img705.imageshack.us/img705/3108/babyaez.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been such a cry baby ever since I was well, a little baby. I think I was born with extra tear ducts, that's why I tend to cry whenever I watch&lt;b&gt; ANYTHING&lt;/b&gt;. Every stories have touching moments in them, even if they don't I'll still find it touching. Yes, emotional I am. That's the first thing you should know about me. However I hardly express my feelings to anyone. I keep them to myself, sometimes I blame myself for knowing too much of things that I shouldn't have. That's why I'm such a mess, because I care too much.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was enrolled in an all-girls school from standard one until form five. Assunta, fyi. I didn't regret at all not being in a co-ed school. Because I am finally in a co-ed university and I think this has been the most miserable time of my life. Hearts were broken, tears were shed. Truth and confrontations hurt like hell, but that's what you have to go through in life. If you think I haven't seen the real world, well think again. What I've seen in my 20 years of life ARE real and re-living those moments will permanently damage the brain.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="253" src="http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/557/highschooll.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These girls were my confidante, my secret keepers, my everything. I love them very much and I'd do anything not to see them feeling down. I even help one of them to break up with her boyfriend, if that's what makes her happy. Back in form 3, we used to write funny letters where one of us would write a sentence and the rest would continue. Who knew it'd be such a pornographic letter. Girls those days, knew little about the word 'porn' but sigh...what to do when the tv influence was so strong.&lt;br /&gt;
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Those moments kind of slowly stopped after form 3. We got into different classes. 2 of them were in the 1st class, I was in the 2nd class and another was in a different stream. Our hangout and talking cock moments were immediately stopped. Then school was over. We got into different places too. We've known each other since form 1, but I don't know why the bond isn't strong enough. We went on our separate ways and we keep lying to ourselves that things were as before. Because everyone knows, everyone noticed, we were not as close as last time. We would plan to hangout but that never really happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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The girls I loved so much, cared so much. Now, I hardly know them anymore. People change as they grow up. So was the bond that we had. We didn't take the effort to cherish it, that's why sometimes those that you know in highschool won't be the friends of your life time. Distance is a bitch. Blegh! If there's a chance to get to know you again, I'd run across the sea to grab it. But that'll only happen if you would do the same. The question is, are you willing to? Can you show some initiative? I guess not, after waiting the answers for 3 bloody years. High school's long over, girls.&lt;br /&gt;
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