<?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-11597695</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:52:49.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>__spoiltBABE in town*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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>536</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597695.post-4877748138557765635</id><published>2007-05-12T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:54:27.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;moved for good @ &lt;a href="http://www.spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com"&gt;spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RELINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this URL will be down soon. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-4877748138557765635?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4877748138557765635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=4877748138557765635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/4877748138557765635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/4877748138557765635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/05/daddys-girl.html' title='for good.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-4438499358866754496</id><published>2007-05-03T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T11:19:25.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when people stop thinking, you make a decision.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Today, we'll talk about me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am addicted to Nicole Scherzinger feat P.Diddy's Come To Me music video. It isn't about the graphics, but it's about the sleek dance moves. You should catch the one after 4:09 minutes. Sometimes, admiring pretty girls make me feel like a total lesbian but I feel good, in one way or another. It stands out the real meaning of women that most girls have lost them. Like super duper bloody thick black eyeliner? Or, super duper bloody thin eyebrows? I don't understand why some girls do that. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me recall an incident few days ago. I was sitting in the train alone when these two girls came and sat directly opposite me. I looked up and the first word that I could think of was 'minah'. Not to make it that obvious, I fidgeted with my MP3 and looked around. Oh my god, you won't believe it if I were to say that they have very thin eyebrows which are equivalent to the thinness of a strand of my hair. Seriously, if they don't feel funny, I feel funny for them. God knows what they are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, putting that aside, I am still considering about sending my resume to the Standard Chatered for a full-time job. Four days ago, my aunt personally came to my house while I was away and handed mom her name card and left me a message - tell Dirah, if she's ready to work, send in her resume to my email. I was flabbergasted by her kind act. And that's when I got a hearing from mom. You know, I've been thinking. It's not that I don't want to work but if I were to apply for a full-time job, what will happen to my five tuition kids? I can't just leave them alone, not when I've seen a mass improvement in their studies. But then again, I need a real job to support myself and have CPF (according to my dad lah). Sigh, it's not easy to make decision for your future eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, for now I shall just focus on my kids who are facing their Mid-Year Examinations and probably, just complete my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, good morning and I want to drive pretty badly.&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/11597695-4438499358866754496?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4438499358866754496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=4438499358866754496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/4438499358866754496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/4438499358866754496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-people-stop-thinking-you-make.html' title='when people stop thinking, you make a decision.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-4107610593317867682</id><published>2007-05-02T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T12:17:13.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i woke up to the smell of your perfume.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I ditched my 2hours of pay ($50) for &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; wedding. I ditched my students during the Recreational Time for &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; wedding. I ditched my 1hour of meeting with the AMP for &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; wedding. And I am talking about Shab's sister wedding on last Saturday. But I don't regret it all because I had the chance to meet my girls. I miss them! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2648.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes, the wedding was very grand that the only time I got to catch a glance of the wedding dais was when I walked to the front table for strawberries dipped in chocolate fondue. I was so mesmerized that I think I bumped into some people, hahaa. And girlfriend, the fondue was heavenly good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2652.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2653.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2654.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;These girls were there since 4pm, gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2650.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2651.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We waited for almost 1hour for this girl. A'ah, macam dia gitu yang nak kahwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2656.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alright, for the record, what's camera without the snip snap right? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2659.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2663.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam cute gitu kan? macam je eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2660.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2662.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2661.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;To a dearest girlfriend, I just want you to know that I love you very much and that I am sorry for causing you all the troubles. I hope you can find it somewhere in your heart to forgive me and love me all over again. Get well soon and take good care of yourself. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-4107610593317867682?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4107610593317867682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=4107610593317867682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/4107610593317867682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/4107610593317867682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-woke-up-to-smell-of-your-perfume.html' title='i woke up to the smell of your perfume.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-149193416077665800</id><published>2007-04-30T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T11:03:28.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the boyfriend's letter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;You're not alone, together we stand&lt;br /&gt;I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand&lt;br /&gt;When it gets cold, and it feels like the end&lt;br /&gt;There's no place to go, you know I won't give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can say (Nothing you can say)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do (Nothing you can do)&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;So - keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/strong&gt; - Keep Holding On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;the last thing I want from you is to act like a real 20years old guy because nobody can change your mindset. I love you, still.&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/11597695-149193416077665800?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/149193416077665800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=149193416077665800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/149193416077665800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/149193416077665800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/boyfriends-letter.html' title='the boyfriend&apos;s letter.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-5234722162112684504</id><published>2007-04-28T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:20:12.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fate of an innocent love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Throwing dogs before a cat lover is like throwing pearls in front of pigs; just as pigs do not appreciate valuable pearls, so too a cat lover does not appreciate the presence of dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in case you are wondering, two days ago, &lt;strong&gt;six&lt;/strong&gt; fucking nabei cibai dogs caused the death of &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; lovable neighbourhood cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can hear my story over at the little one's blog, &lt;a href="http://www.nirah-pinkalite.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&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/11597695-5234722162112684504?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5234722162112684504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=5234722162112684504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/5234722162112684504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/5234722162112684504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/fate-of-innocent-love.html' title='the fate of an innocent love.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-5354148594043544953</id><published>2007-04-25T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T11:41:00.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boy, you got me tripping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;You know, it's sad to see how the friends around me change. And it bothers me even more if they tried to put in nice names in the middle of condemning me. Seriously, that's not necessary you know. It is like criticizing a person and every 5minutes or so, you pause to smile and then continue to criticize. &amp;on the other hand, I don't see a reason why I need to be nice to friends who break promises. Yes, I am not laughing if you are wondering. I was very much flabbergasted by your reasons. The least you could do was to inform me beforehand, and that's it. You won't have to face this bitch side of me, true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still early in the morning; excuse me for the above anger. Actually, those are not necessary in today's entry but I guessed, there's a limit to everyone's patience. And I, being nice to every soul don't add the fact that you can play me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, I went tanning at Sentosa with the girlfriend despite the screwed up plans. Yes girls, you missed the fun and laughter we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/CopyofPICT2670.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this girlfriend of mine is so delicious. Mampus policeman saman aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We took 81 from my place and alighted at Kovan. I almost missed that stop and you should see how funny Illa reacted to my "eh turun sini ah. cepat, cepat!". When I told her to alight at that very moment (like 1sec after the back door swung opened), she quickly stood up without plucking out the earphone from her left ear, which caused my head to tilt towards her while getting up from my seat. And she claimed that she totally forgot about the earphone since all she wanted to do at that very moment was to get out of the bus before the door closed. Bah, I guessed she has forgotten that buses come with a stop bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/CopyofPICT2642.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was snapped in the bus. Now you see the reason why we almost missed the stop? Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While waiting for the MRT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/sentosaillah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/CopyofPICT2648.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muka last reminder eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/CopyofPICT2647.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend aku kadang-kadang tak betul sikit. Aku rasa dekat bawah tanah ada matahari ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Took the bus to Sentosa and we were irritated by some outsiders. How dare they look at us with their tongue licking the lips, gross! So when they alighted first, they showed us a peace sign and we threw back a middle finger sign. Hahaa, that was so primary school lah. Eh, mak aku kata, lelaki macam gitu tak patut dihormat walaupun dia tua krepot dah nak mampus. Ah, tahu takpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we reached Pahlawan Beach. The sun was very friendly and 'confident' was our middle name. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/sentosaillah2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/CopyofPICT2649.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did I tell you my girlfriend is very sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/CopyofPICT2656.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and at the same time, very mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/CopyofPICT2660.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still love her because I love pretty girls. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/CopyofPICT2669.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The day ended with dinner at Spize with the boyfriends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More pictures, click &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/45"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Five days ago, I went down to Illa's place to see her new painted room and believe it or not, I felt so gothic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/room1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2623.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone knows she's crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, this is random but I'm missing my boyfriendwhoisinKLrightnow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2629.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3days are going to be a torture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2625.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be home soon, preetyboy.&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/11597695-5354148594043544953?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5354148594043544953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=5354148594043544953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/5354148594043544953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/5354148594043544953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/boy-you-got-me-tripping.html' title='boy, you got me tripping.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-4261669540686163611</id><published>2007-04-19T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T09:42:30.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>09:00 message.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;This was the obvious reason for the all-day-long smiles. After spending my 1.2K, I'm finally a legal driver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amaciammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, the boyfriend was so sweet to take a day off from work just to be there for me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2614.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2613.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2615.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we're talking about my man. Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two days ago, the two girls headed down to Bugis (yet again) to purchase that blue dress I saw the other day. It was so classic that I thought if I didn't get it by this week, I'll kill myself. We shopped for 2hours because half an hour of our shopping time was stolen by the California Fitness' guy. He took us for a tour in the gym as though we were from some country. He introduced us to the new student plan and made us felt so guilty like that. $58 per month, gasp? And the offer due on that day itself. I hate short notices, so we gave it a pass and walked off after much crapping around. Oh, when he asked me what is AMP, Illa went "kau bukan Islam eh?" Oh my god, it was bad enough that the ground did not swallow me up okay. Worst, I tried hard to hide my laughter behind those fake coughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lunched at Long John Silver and after that, cam-whored in one of the Parco's restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bugis_illa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bugis_illa2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2597.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that unglamourous shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2607.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, people think we look alike. Do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peluk maintain la girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2606.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking to the MRT, preetyboy messaged me something sweet and I told Illa to read it. Sesungguhnya, she wanted to reply to that message and they continued replying to each other's messages (using my handphone yang aku bayar bill tu), criticizing each other like there's no tomorrow. And I was busied taking redundant pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2611.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai menyangkung-yangkung. teruk eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2612.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read her lips. Hahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We wanted to do that primary-school hugs, so we started hugging each other at the MRT platform but somehow, it turned out to be a little hmm...mushy? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2610.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I love her, that matters. =) Sentosa soon, hor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am selling off a 125ml Ralph Lauren Blue at a very cheap price. Interested, tag me okay? Good day. =)&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/11597695-4261669540686163611?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4261669540686163611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=4261669540686163611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/4261669540686163611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/4261669540686163611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/0900-message.html' title='09:00 message.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-6364584074836059099</id><published>2007-04-16T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T12:31:10.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the name of real love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Well, hello. Just to check things out, the author is still alive eh. I don't expect my life to be &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; busy, especially when I am only a tutor. A tutor who always put her kids on top of everything else (but below preetyboy, hahaa) when changing of day and time matters. Yes, kids nowadays plan everything by themselves, how cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway last Friday, I went down to Bugis Village with Illa in search for a white pants and a white cardigan. It was a last minute plan after Syasya 'cheated' on me, hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2518.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini senyum tak tunjuk gigi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2519.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini senyum tunjuk gigi. sama lah sey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2526.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang ini, budak-budak tolak trolley sesat pat town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Minutes after walking around in Bugis Village, Syasya called me up and insisted that I should meet her at the Taxi Stand at that very moment. We all know she was mad, hah. And when I came twenty minutes later, she refused to wave back at me. Perangai eh. It was also planned that Friday, we should celebrate Nurul's belated birthday. The planning part was very chaotic; even to the extend of changing plans at the very last minute. Dear Nurul, do you know that we actually had Vivo City in our plans but we had to give it a pass because Shah couldn't fight for the car? The girls were supposed to bring a 'present'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt; (which you will get it someday, haha) for you but at the very last minute, Syasya had to accompany the boyfriend to the doctor so I can't possibly bring the 'present' alone because it was long. And the boys were supposed to meet the girls at Ali's Cafe, not in Bugis. Hah. Kecoh kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4, Nurul arrived in a cab and we headed to Tong Seng for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2527.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sesungguhnya Nurul wanted to show everyone her Micheal Scofield on the wallpaper. -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One thing that I hate to bring these girls to Tong Seng; they tend to forget about me when dealing with their food yang bersusu tu. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2530.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A while later, the boys arrived with the intention to surprise Nurul because she kept asking us why the boys couldn't tag along and we just had to lie to her that they had to work. And boy, she was surprised okay. Tapi mulut tetap kunyah tu makanan, irritating kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because the birthday cake was at Ali's Cafe, we had to drag Nurul to Geylang, telling her another lie that it's a must to meet Adi who can't join us due to work. And she fell for our lies, peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2542.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2547.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, we came across that scribbling on the ground in Geylang. what a name, PAT ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had another round of foods over at Ali's Cafe before Adi surprised her with the birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2570.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, NURUL HUDHA! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2586.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2572.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korang nak tahu tak asal muka dia sedih? pasal belum sempat dia tiup, candle tu dah mati sendiri. tahu tak apa dia wish? dia wish nak kahwin dengan Micheal Scofield lah sey! tu pasal candle tu terus mati, hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2584.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/nurul1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macam birthday aku gitu. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ehem. On Nurul's behalf, I would like to thank you guys for making this celebration a successful one. 2nd August will be the next upcoming birthday, hor. Khekhekhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2588.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2591.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, the planner. Thank you for infesting my camera with your face. Sepak laju-laju baru tahu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/nurul2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;this, picture of the day. I think she looked extremely cute here, hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2582.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures, click &lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/44"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Saturday, we went down to the Esplanade to show some support for Sleeve. They did an extremely great job. Thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/Image004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, now I can sleep peacefully. One more thing, preetyboy promised me that he will turn up in my next family gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/Image002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;much love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/11597695-6364584074836059099?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6364584074836059099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=6364584074836059099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/6364584074836059099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/6364584074836059099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-name-of-real-love.html' title='in the name of real love.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-4541987672023151180</id><published>2007-04-11T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T13:42:19.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he's her drug, and she's addicted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/gerlillah3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;..because God is kind enough to let us share this friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+++++&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry, I lost my happy mood the moment I heard the words 'KL trip' on the phone. I'm just not ready for another 3days2nights affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, you just don't understand the feeling I've to go through. I want to drive, bye.&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/11597695-4541987672023151180?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4541987672023151180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=4541987672023151180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/4541987672023151180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/4541987672023151180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/hes-her-drug-and-shes-addicted.html' title='he&apos;s her drug, and she&apos;s addicted.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-4202863642210226603</id><published>2007-04-10T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T14:36:48.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm listening to your breathing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Yesterday, time spent with preetyboy was a blast. Okay, that's all you need to know. People might just accuse me of having no dignity if I were to reveal more, hahaa. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days ago, while I was searching through examples of well-written English compositions for my tuition kids, I came across my four years old handbook. I had this urge to flipped through it and read back the words but I was shit scared of bad memories. But the handbook which was covered with collage picture of different faces brought this uncontrollable temptation. The first few pages bored me until I saw this two words 'Independent Babe'. I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read through and believe it or not, I started to smile and laugh to myself. Everything about me and preetyboy was written in that handbook. Like, the first time he called me, the first time we walked to my home from school (it was a goddamnit 30minutes walk anyway), the first time we went out for a date (it was to Bedok Library, hahaa), the first time we kissed (it was a peck I gave him on his cheek before running out of the lift and never looked back after that), the first time he held my hand and yes, I read a lot about my written feelings and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. Baby, remember the time we got separated in the train while trying to squeeze through the closing door? I was already in the train and suddenly you let go of my hand and when I turned around, you were there standing on the platform, with the thick glass door in between us. I wrote that in my handbook, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I got drifted in all those sweet memories but anyway, I think I'll stop just here. I have stuffs to do - book marking pages of compositions that needs to be photocopied, wrapping up birthday gift, compiling science notes chapter by chapter and hitting Popular for assessment books. Ah, that's the life of a tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&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/11597695-4202863642210226603?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4202863642210226603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=4202863642210226603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/4202863642210226603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/4202863642210226603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-listening-to-your-breathing.html' title='I&apos;m listening to your breathing.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-2356343676386527660</id><published>2007-04-08T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T20:13:20.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet candy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:IMPACT;font-size:180%;color:#ff41a8;"&gt;THE BOYFRIEND IS BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;color:#000000;"&gt;(woohoo! woohoo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&amp;amp;he was so sweet to stop by my house before heading home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i want to kiss you more tomorrow can? heh.&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/11597695-2356343676386527660?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2356343676386527660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=2356343676386527660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/2356343676386527660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/2356343676386527660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/sweet-candy.html' title='sweet candy.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-3032785933849242204</id><published>2007-04-07T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T00:02:07.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kissable love notes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Oh, you wouldn't want to know how much I miss my boyfriend right now. I could cry on the phone with him, trying to fit all those I Miss You-s and I Love You-s in less than 5minutes. Shit, at the rate I am going, I don't think I can handle the emotions when he's serving National Service. But I'm trying, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand some girls on Friendster. It's clearly understandable if they're plain pathetic (because I understand that monitors don't come with some kind of attachable mirror) but I just couldn't bring myself to understand why those girls can't read the eight letter word 'attached'. Omg, they can be so ego as not to click on the Friend Request button if a girl set herself as private profile but they can be so itchy-bawah to click on the Friend Request button even if the boy sets his profile as public and put up a photo of his girlfriend with the status 'In a Relationship'. Worst, asking for msn contact or some kind of personal exchange that involves communication. I would be very please if someone can tell me what the percentage rate is for single boys out there so that I can proudly paste that information on the girls' faces. Like seriously, is Singapore really suffering from thirst and hunger from single boys? I heard stories after stories from my girlfriends and look, if you don't understand a girlfriend's feelings (just because you're not attached yet or you simply don't believe in love), don't bother to try to understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thought that you could play smart with girls like me with your overwhelming pick-up line, be my guest and entertain me and no, I will not show any interest in you (that's the first reminder you need to remind yourself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, all I intended to say was that I miss my preetyboy, badly. Come home soon, darling. Bring me out so that we can have DVD marathon on your laptop at McCafe with our arms slung on each other's shoulder, whispering sweet I Love You-s every half an hour and sipping their Hot Chocolate with much love. Beautiful, I told myself not to post our Thursday's pictures taken because it will only make me miss you even more whenever I'm connected to the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, here's one. I miss you. God, that was the third I Miss you from me. Okay last, I miss you preetyboy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PICT2505.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt this from AMP just now: &lt;em&gt;To be different is not being different from others, but to do the same thing differently.&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right, back to marking compositions. Psst, my students can't write proper composition. Mampus!&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/11597695-3032785933849242204?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3032785933849242204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=3032785933849242204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/3032785933849242204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/3032785933849242204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/kissable-love-notes.html' title='kissable love notes.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-7707319310768281076</id><published>2007-04-04T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:49:47.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>multiple shock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;If you think you're bored &amp;amp;the porn server is down, log on to &lt;a href="http://www.jacksonpollock.org"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site and play with some colour blots. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/Copyofcool3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Apart from my cat (cute kan, aku tahu), I painted that orange wall. So anyone, want to hire me? Oh, I have a date with preetyboy tomorrow. Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-7707319310768281076?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7707319310768281076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=7707319310768281076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/7707319310768281076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/7707319310768281076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/multiple-shock.html' title='multiple shock.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-342798053848401904</id><published>2007-04-03T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:14:50.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>listen and learn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Yet another day of headache, it just won't go away. Yesterday, I was down with a slight fever with major headache. Syasya thought I had a fight with preetyboy when she saw my swollen eyes but it was nothing of that sort, it was probably due to this sick me. Come to think of it, I had more than enough sleep (and I am talking about 8hours of sleep) and you must know that it is true. Sadly, it has come to a conclusion that I've promised myself to see the doctor if this headache continues tomorrow. This is bad. And my skin is starting to look so dull, making me look so gaunt. Ew. So much for hungry makes me feel beautiful. Hah, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually now, I am fidgeting with my phone while trying to come up with something interesting to say. Maybe what best for now is another cup of hot Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/Image0031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's piece: "His bike encountered snow (in Singapore)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have another two more days before the boyfriend make a tour to Frasier Hill with his Varadero mates. I need a quick plan to survive for those three days. &amp;amp;can everyone just please, stop bugging me to find a real job? It's irritating (and it's not like as if I asked you for money, right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-342798053848401904?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/342798053848401904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=342798053848401904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/342798053848401904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/342798053848401904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/listen-and-learn.html' title='listen and learn.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-2337091762298410489</id><published>2007-04-01T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T16:34:56.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>half alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I was in such a terrible mood last night. I refused to talk; because talking requires thinking and because I don't need to fill my ears with explanations. It just doesn't work for me, not anymore. &amp;that explains why I set my phone to the off mode yesterday night. Nonetheless, I slept pretty well and woke up pretty late. Personally, that's a good sign because if you must know, I am trying to give it a little slack. I came to realise how much giving it a tight grip can leave me feeling regretful on one fine day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday was my first ever meet-ups with the AMP people. They are nice, very nice indeed. During the half hour break, Raja engaged a personal conversation with me, telling me life in National Service and how much the system can abruptly change someone's life, someone's relationship. But somehow, he made a good point during the conversation - it isn't always about the girl who will eventually betray the guy. It is also about the guy's influence after meeting the other 93749641940 guys there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start to ponder, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says giving tuition is an easy money job? It is not until you've graduated and requires touch up on Physics, Chemistry and Mathematics. That's exactly what I was doing minutes before typing out this entry. I need a real break from Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour ago, I received a private call with a girl's voice on the other line. She threw me with the most redundant question, "Where's your boyfriend?" and then it went on and on and on until she heard me shrieked and almost in tears (read: ALMOST). From the start, whatever she said seemed so real, that I put 101% of my attention and trust there in the phone talk. &amp;amp;then, the phone call ended with total madness, full of profanities. Bitch, that was my first April's Fool shit okay. You just played me, bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jepon, you've made me smile but the disappointment I felt last night is still within me. Sigh, I want to fool people too. I want to tell preetyboy that I love him and that I am thinking of him. I want to indulge myself in a cup of hot Milo. It will be nice. Take care.&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/11597695-2337091762298410489?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2337091762298410489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=2337091762298410489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/2337091762298410489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/2337091762298410489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/04/half-alive.html' title='half alive.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-73077691173953185</id><published>2007-03-29T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T14:50:07.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like the chocolate on my nose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/teteks_schlab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY TWENTIETH BIRTHDAY, NURUL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Knowing you even for a short period of time (read: &lt;strong&gt;2years&lt;/strong&gt;) is enough to portray you as someone special in my heart. You never fail to give me that warm hug (though we just met the day before), you are always there to make me smile and laugh, you can never stop coming up with weird cum funny words like aishwala-wala and ashkutil (god knows what they meant), you just won't stop giving me encouragement and when problems hit me, you were there to comfort me. I thanked you for that even though you still think I have the shortest legs and the shortest height. Eh, short short pun boleh combine notes aku jadi buku tau, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of friends will tell you there's spinach stuck in between your teeth. Best of friends do not hesitate to tell some truth that hurts. &amp;of course, best of friends will run together for the bus. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might not be there for each another as often as we used to be, but remember, nothing is impossible; it's just a matter of a phone call away though it still spells out 'TRAVEL' from Pasir Ris to Woodlands, heh. Wishing you all the best in the future endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Tetek. &amp;amp;celebration is surely on the way. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, those wishes won't be complete without our muka-tak-perlu pictures. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/r/Pp36sleI3z_YZ4SZIc2kaSvFjSSLK0ak?referrer=mscd_embedded_url"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-73077691173953185?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/73077691173953185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=73077691173953185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/73077691173953185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/73077691173953185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/like-chocolate-on-my-nose.html' title='like the chocolate on my nose.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-738732635813509389</id><published>2007-03-28T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:39:52.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when random issues are at the top of the list.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;It's already frustrating enough to give this Saturday's Singapore Fashion Festival at Vivo City a miss for a meeting/get-together-session at AMP Pasir Ris. No, at this moment, I won't reveal anything yet about this new job because I have yet to see the situation and environment there. It's not easy to handle secondary school students, you know. As far as I'm concerned, the pay is good; good enough to feed me with new clothes and food for a month. Hmm, I'll come back with more, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I tell you that my keyboard has finally made a comeback? The good old times are back too. Every time I hit a key on the keyboard, I remembered how preetyboy used to say this to me, "I always like someone who has a talent." B, I have a (hidden) talent you know. &lt;em&gt;*wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the transcript is finally in my letter box. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. This headache just won't go away and people are starting to call me Queen of the Headache. Yes, not funny. Sometimes, it gets too much that I have to refrain myself from answering late night or even morning calls. To think, I am not down with any projects, assignments or even examinations. Less, I actually have nothing to crack my brain about. I'm as free as a bird right now; no stress no issues to think about. Weird, very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have an issue. I don't quite understand why some people do have a negative motive of making friends. So why make me your friend, seeking forgiveness and all, when you're the one bruising your own ego? When I make you my friend, it means I ranked you above the other passers-by in my life. But right now, you are just like a line in a novel. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, dinner just now with preetyboy at Simpang was simply good la. &lt;em&gt;B, I got say I got sayang you, you got not say you got sayang me?&lt;/em&gt; Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I'll just head back to bed and sleep. Tsk, goodnight.&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/11597695-738732635813509389?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/738732635813509389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=738732635813509389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/738732635813509389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/738732635813509389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-random-issues-are-at-top-of-list.html' title='when random issues are at the top of the list.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-7565242697204398839</id><published>2007-03-27T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T14:48:57.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>count the stars with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The after-school crowd, people who stumbled out of classes, laboratories, lectures to meet up with friends, was something I used to be part of. I miss pushing my way through the huddle of bodies, waiting for classes to commence. Now, I'd forgotten how packed school can get, how the air hummed with conversation and how life as a student is supposed to be. Sigh, I miss school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, my headache doesn't seem to go away due to the fact that I can't seem to sleep right every night. I hadn't been getting enough sleep for days. Recently, the problem had moved from bad to chronic. It'd take me hours to drop off and then after an hour or so I'd wake up again, and lie in the still of the night. I hate the feeling of laying flat on my back, getting all heavy; arms heavy, legs heavy, torso heavy. I was trying to leave my body, trying to float away. That would feel nice, you know. Often in the middle of night, I feel like indulging myself in heavy food, have a bath and get preetyboy to kiss my forehead. But it's impossible when I am dealing with the dark. I need to exercise to lose some weight and brush off that little devils sitting on my shoulder. Double sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the other day when I told you mom has decided to leave the job recommended by my aunt? She finally did &amp;today, she is at home with me, letting me taste what breakfast is like. But it'll only be for a week before mom gets back to her initial work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have two new students on my tuition kids' list. This means, I will be a whole lot busier from now on. Now I'm talking about making real money at the end of each month. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it. Nothing's new; I'm missing preetyboy, very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.:&lt;/strong&gt; OMG, my mom is listening to sappy Malay songs (read: &lt;strong&gt;Jiwang&lt;/strong&gt;). Tidakkkkk! (now that's the downfall of having her at home with me.)&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/11597695-7565242697204398839?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7565242697204398839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=7565242697204398839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/7565242697204398839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/7565242697204398839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/count-stars-with-me.html' title='count the stars with me.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-5194472171012529479</id><published>2007-03-26T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T12:33:31.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little something.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;RULES: Each person who gets tagged needs to write a blog post of their own 6 idiosyncrasies as well as clearly state this rule. After you state your 6 weirdness you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their multiply id at the bottom of your blog. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you're tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog for information as to what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am currently addicted to Teh Tarik and drinking Teh Tarik is a must for every day.&lt;br /&gt;2. I tend to babble nothing but the truth when I am mid-way to dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;3. A kiss on the forehead can heal every single shit I am down with.&lt;br /&gt;4. I have an obsession for green &amp;amp;that's weird because I used to love red.&lt;br /&gt;5. Give me one minute and I can kiss preetyboy a hundred times.&lt;br /&gt;6. I AM IN LOVE WITH A PRETTY BOY. Now, how do you define that weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGGED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;1. Adeq Nirah&lt;br /&gt;2. Aisha&lt;br /&gt;3. Sayuri&lt;br /&gt;4. Shab&lt;br /&gt;5. Tekster Nurul&lt;br /&gt;6. Tekster Syasya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEKIAN WASALAM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-5194472171012529479?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5194472171012529479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=5194472171012529479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/5194472171012529479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/5194472171012529479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-something.html' title='little something.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-6333180666094103805</id><published>2007-03-26T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T12:26:15.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just watch my life on screen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Well hello. &amp;why, thank you. Thank you for setting this "'spoiltbabe; that curly hair girl" page at the top of your favourite list. As the author of this blog, it wouldn't be entirely fair if all I did was to sit down in front of this computer screen, slowly refreshing and scrolling down the tag board and just laugh. Come on, reality check, for the past 2years that I've been blogging, hate taggers kept making their way here (not that I am saying this blog is addictive, but the again I wouldn't want to contradict myself) hoping to uncover new things about me (but sadly, all it affects you is my broken English). It's getting permanently boring, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to be so bland and throw "This is my blog, I have the absolute right to do whatever I want" in your face. That is so yesterday. Take this opportunity that I am giving you and correct my broken English as much as you want, okay. Just hope some working group from the Ministry Of Education discovers your talent (in correcting people's English) and hires you. Well at least, you can stop making yourself looked like a completely stupid fool here and get paid doing at what you are good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, do you need anything more from Team Dirah? You see, it's just a matter of time before my team eventually pull you down and make you disappear. And they are the ones who know me best, who put me close to their heart and what was it again? I don't need people like you. You should know by now that I have the thickest skin that whatever you've said sadly did not penetrate in and make me depress. And just in case you need to know (because I know you read my blog every day, and not just once. &lt;em&gt;thankyou&lt;/em&gt;), I scored a C5 for my O'Level English and I am graduating soon with a Diploma. That matters, alright? So, how much of a loser you are right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep talking because for all I care, you stupidly left your identity here. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back on track. I have been spending these past few days with the boyfriend and I am not complaining yet. Correction, I am not going to complain. Shut up, which fool will complain about spending every day with the boyfriend? What's awesome is that I will be getting my pay some time in this week and that calls for SHOPPING WITH THE BOYFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/lovers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yes, I am done with Dorothy Koomson. Great novel. I can't stop smiling whenever I see my cat because Dorothy Koomson wrote something about cat's names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If we get a cat, can we call it Pussy Puss?' Tegan asked in a sleepy voice.&lt;br /&gt;'Pussy's a good name for a cat,' Del said, trying to hold back her laughter.&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah,' I said, 'it certainly is.'&lt;br /&gt;'Can you imagine walking around the neighbourhood calling "Pussy, Pussy"?' Del giggled.&lt;br /&gt;'Why are you laughing?' Tegan asked as her mother and I snickered like two schoolboys who's discovered see-thru bras in the underwear section of their mothers' catalogues.&lt;br /&gt;Del and I thought up the weirdest, rudest names for pets that we could wander around the streets shouting out. Our favourite had been Your Hairy Butt, ('Your Hairy Butt, Your Hairy Butt, dinner time!') which made Del laugh so much I thought she was going to pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I find it hilarious &amp;which, I've made a mistake by calling my cat Pussy. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time for the replies to my awesome tag board. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Niniee:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello babe, imissyoutruckloads la &amp;amp;i loveyou too. hehs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aisha:&lt;/strong&gt; OMG gf, I thought of doing that too but then again, Tamil is like a GodMustBeCrazy's language for me. Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuhtee:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't you know? Those hate taggers are indirectly helping me to become famous (HAHAHA). I don't blame them though. Seems like I am already on their favourite list =D Btw, i love you too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dee:&lt;/strong&gt; Pedas la you, hehs! I guess that whoever's computer doesn't come with the 'X' at the top right corner of the page, OR my blog is simply addictive. =D Oh anyway, I bought that grey dress at Bugis for $24 (it's reasonable, go get it soon hor!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waany:&lt;/strong&gt; Kecoh right? hahaa, it's entertaining too tau. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shahirah:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello babe! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rabia:&lt;/strong&gt; Eh makcik! Please tag more often can? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basic:&lt;/strong&gt; Alah, kater budak Info-Communication (HAHAHAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shasha:&lt;/strong&gt; My hott kutugf! I miss you truckloads la! hugs&amp;kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sofia:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, no tag board is the answer but then again, I want to connect with the other bloggers haha. It's okay. It's only a tag board afterall, in any way; I don't feel affected by the hate tags. Cheers! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyn:&lt;/strong&gt; Ah kan si minah tudung nie da bersuara, hahaa. Eh, come online la. I want pictures taken during PENTAS. Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hopper:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello! Thank you for dropping by. Oh, I bought the grey dress from Bugis. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mally:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*kwang kwang kwang*&lt;/em&gt; I love green too, hehs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ailah:&lt;/strong&gt; Groove babe, groove! Hee. I miss you too, Cik Leha. =D&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/11597695-6333180666094103805?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6333180666094103805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=6333180666094103805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/6333180666094103805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/6333180666094103805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-watch-my-life-on-screen.html' title='just watch my life on screen.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-3127662086720082820</id><published>2007-03-21T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T12:27:05.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when life is neither black nor white.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;When people had crawled back from other places they'd visited and were now settled for the night, I was still left seated bolt upright, waiting for something. Something which I knew will never give in to me. The sleep crying had to stop. It was no good for my eyes, no good for my skin. No good for my mind because I woke up more exhausted than when I went to sleep. Sleep crying came, of course, from not being able to control myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't focus on something else. Couldn't ignore the guilt that shadowed my every thought. But sometimes, being a girl is hard. Just because we need more love and care from the opposite &amp;amp;it is always a big issue when girls and boys are put into comparison. I need you to entertain me with Chris Brown's ring tone, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, an online friend told me this: "Don't be too sensitive, sometimes, you gotta give it a little slack. Don't grip too much." Umm..maybe it's true, afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the thought of going for a new course had turned my emotions into a pendulum that swung constantly between fear and excitement. Fear gripped me every time I remembered that I'd been away from school for so many weeks I might not remember how people will treat me on the first day. Then the pendulum would swing to excitement because since I'd been away for so many weeks, I miss schooling environment. Then I would be afraid again because I am not sure of my capabilities. Then I'd be excited again because hairstyling has always been my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between anxiety and anticipation, lay the knowledge that I will be missing preetyboy more than ever. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So preetyboy, do you like this layout? No more clicking from one to another, smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-3127662086720082820?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3127662086720082820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=3127662086720082820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/3127662086720082820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/3127662086720082820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-life-is-neither-black-nor-white.html' title='when life is neither black nor white.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-627915726127279568</id><published>2007-03-19T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:30:39.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody say he's a monster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;to be honest, i'd been tired for so long i don't remember, not accurately, when i realised my on-off splitting headache was due to the lack of sleep, having nightmares in the middle of alternate nights. i put up with it though. told myself i needed more rest and that i'd pass. but it didn't. still, no matter how much i managed to sleep, i am always tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to skip on having MacDonald with preetyboy for breakfast on a Friday morning. at 230, he picked me up &amp;we headed to Cathay for a movie. back at home while on the phone, we agreed on The Pursuit of Happiness but upon queuing for the tickets, somehow, i poisoned preetyboy's mind when i told him the story is very predictable, not much of an excitement. it wasn't long before we decided on another movie, The Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s76/me_nirah/PICT2342.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;lunch was at the MacDonald &amp;amp;again, he sipped my last drink of Ice Lemon Tea without even glancing at me who was still munching on the wedges. preetyboy, you should really throw that bad habit of yours okay. anywayyy, we headed over to Esplanade to kill some time before dinner at Simpang. you should see those beautiful light works. pretty awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s76/me_nirah/PICT2349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;colours make me happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s76/me_nirah/PICT2347.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&amp;that, preetyboy forced me to stay still and just smile. like, how the hell did he expect me to do that in the middle of..nowhere? bahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s76/me_nirah/PICT2345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;watch me as i walk. (psst, preetyboy was the photographer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;and this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s76/me_nirah/CopyofPICT2339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;someday, baby. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;the night was spent solely with the bloggers and boyfriends. thank god the boys could get along well with each other. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s76/me_nirah/PICT2350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spize at Simpang Bedok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s76/me_nirah/PICT2352.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayuri and her bf, Hyrul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s76/me_nirah/PICT2353.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisha and her bf, Nas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s76/me_nirah/IMG_0569.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah fine. no introduction needed. (HAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s76/me_nirah/PICT2351.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shab and her bf, Faiyadz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s76/me_nirah/PICT2354.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s76/me_nirah/IMG_0575.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altogether now..SWEET! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Saturday, after months of not driving, i finally got hold of the steering wheels once again. it feels really good because one day, i want to drive around when im down with serious division on thoughts to do. diam lah. meet up with the little one at Tampines for Times. a $20 voucher is worth buying some good deal novel, alright? &amp;amp;i think i seriously need a novel to occupy my awesome-free time im having right now. we spent more than half an hour there, hoping to grab a wise book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s76/me_nirah/sis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s76/me_nirah/book.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friend's girl by Dorothy Koomson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was laughing and crying from page one." no doubt. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="'justify"&gt;today, i miss the boyfriend double the yesterday. is that sweet of me or what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s76/me_nirah/es2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-627915726127279568?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/627915726127279568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=627915726127279568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/627915726127279568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/627915726127279568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/nobody-say-hes-monster.html' title='nobody say he&apos;s a monster.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-5757054383867428384</id><published>2007-03-16T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T10:23:05.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some nerd to perk my morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i was awaken by another nightmare at 5 in the morning &amp;up till now, i can't sleep back. 5hours of tossing in bed 2metres away from my little sister who sleeps like a log was such a bitch. oh, she's still sleeping by the way. i just couldn't figure out what the nightmare was all about; it vanished the moment i opened my eyes but something's lingering in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could see faces of the people i hold dear to my heart and those i don't wish to see. i could hear voices that overlapped another voice. i could see a play that's imitating my world. i just don't get it and im sick of almost everything about my night life. i want to wake up in the morning with a brand new day, but i don't drink coffee to perk me up for the entire day. i don't like the job that mom is taking up right now because i didn't recommend that to her, it was my aunt and every night when i got home, it bleeds me to see a tired-face mom. yesterday, dad supported her decision of dropping that job after much calculation done, and i was so busy checking out Wentworth Miller, but at the back of my head i couldn't agree more on her wise decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am deprive of sleep, i think my hair needs serious treatment, and yes, my boyfriend is snoring away right now, thank you for reminding me. oh, my boyfriend knows what Friendster is and yes, i don't lie to make everything about myself looks good. Sophie Kinsella should start a story on "Girlfriend and Boyfriend Material" because shopaholic is a self-develop character, and being in a relationship for growing teenagers needs to be learnt, duh. Chemical Romance's Disenchanted has finally find its way into my Friendster profile and no, i love green actually and yes, i have a date with preetyboy later and dinner at Spize with the bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine, you can tell now. i just needed to do something and crapped about before i can finally sleep again. but seems like, i rather wait for preetyboy's call to start my morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, good morning.&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/11597695-5757054383867428384?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5757054383867428384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=5757054383867428384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/5757054383867428384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/5757054383867428384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-nerd-to-perk-my-morning.html' title='some nerd to perk my morning.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-2943554855482092637</id><published>2007-03-16T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T00:33:19.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it is the multiple pleasure you're feeling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Academic Status:&lt;/strong&gt; COMPLETED COURSE OF STUDY FOR THE DIPLOMA IN INFO-COMMUNICATIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;finally, i can proudly walk out of Temasek Polytechnic with a diploma certificate in my hand. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-2943554855482092637?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2943554855482092637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=2943554855482092637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/2943554855482092637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/2943554855482092637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-is-multiple-pleasure-youre-feeling.html' title='it is the multiple pleasure you&apos;re feeling.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-3052448911115966520</id><published>2007-03-14T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T11:11:01.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last time and for now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i can't seem to stop listening to it. Avril Lavinge's new hit single Girlfriend has been playing on repeat for at least an hour. i just find the lyrics amusing and contradicting, if you get what i mean. &amp;then my heart will go "fuck, can you please ask your pathetic boyfriend to stop calling my boyfriend?". seriously to &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;, i mean that sentence. it's getting more than just irritating la. just, get a life can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for at this moment, life has been so good to me. oh, it's not that im asking for more but when was the last time god gave me the entire stretch of months to do just anything i want? i can't remember. the other day, i went to accompany mom to a salon and i couldn't help staring at one side of a wall with frames of hairstyling diploma. &amp;amp;then my thoughts went astray. it would be so perfect if my name was printed on those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy, i had a conversation with the hairstylist about the mass difference between obtaining a diploma from a professional and the one sponsored by ITE. it seems that the latter one serves more benefits since it is a 2years full-time course. &amp;mom on the other hand was so keen on my decision to stop all the things i have to do with engineering and get on with something i really like that she volunteered to help me pay the fees. now im thinking, probably after my exam results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about which, the exam results will be out tomorrow. i don't wish to sit for any supplementary papers, it will be such a bore. like, who will want to study when they are already set to the holiday mood? not me. dear god, im hoping for the best in my exam results. only then i can graduate with so much pride and move on with another chapter of my life. oh, i have yet to make a return to the school library to pay my 6bucks library fine. the administrator has been pestering me through my email which i constantly clicked on the delete icon. i was told that one will not be able to graduate if he/she has yet to settle those fines. okay, that's a lame one TP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you know, i haven't been doing much during the holidays. i have no full-time job, which does not suck because i was the one who rejected every offer that comes my way. they don't understand when i said im still young to have a full-time job. it's equivalent to no life, get it? i still want to get different diplomas so that i have alternatives in my next life. since the start of holiday and up till today, my life is all about the boyfriend, friends and tutoring. see, im not complaining. yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so hungry &amp;amp;i think im shrinking. dad thought i should stuff more vegetables and fruits to make myself looks more like a living soul. whereas i thought, he should give me some shopping money so that i can shop more for new tops and bottoms to make myself looks more like a living soul. hahaaa. okay since im all alone at home on EVERY weekdays, i should make do with easy breakfast that do not need any form of fire. oh, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, im craving for MacDonald. bahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blessed2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe one fine day, i'll make a good photographer. diam lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-3052448911115966520?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3052448911115966520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=3052448911115966520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/3052448911115966520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/3052448911115966520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-time-and-for-now.html' title='the last time and for now.'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-1973137191544868031</id><published>2007-03-10T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T21:05:50.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me the other side of the story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;elis' (hope i spelt her name correctly) birthday was celebrated at Pasir Ris Aloha on the night of 8th March. we came 15minutes before they surprised the birthday girl with a chocolate cake and sang her a 'rotten' birthday song, hah! she was at the barbeque area when everyone switched off all the lights, allowing the whole bungalow to be lit up with only candles from the birthday cake. &amp;she was blindfolded by her boyfriend from where she initially stood to the dining area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2279.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;apparently, this birthday girl was too shy to pose alone with the birthday cake, so that explains the presence of her boyfriend beside her. =) tsk, too sweet la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2283.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh idris, in case you're reading, i just realised you weren't in this picture. hehs! so much for walking around in the living room area (with ONLY the towel), wanting to have a shot with us. i guess you bathed at the wrong time? hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2284.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;that was before the couple ran after each other, smashing smudged sliced of chocolate cake at each other. i swore they actually covered the whole area and perimeter of the chalet until she ended up leaving a red bloody scratch mark on her boyfriend's chest. violent eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the night was spent at the porch area, with a few of the boys testing each other's bike. not leaving me out, i've actually sat on zuhairi's CBR bike with preetyboy. kene duduk tonggeng sakit pinggang la sey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2287.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;friday, we went fishing AGAIN. this time around, we were fully equipped with all the necessary stuffs needed for fishing. wah piang, preetyboy actually brought along two rods. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2292.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2296.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2297.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the weather was super hot, trust me. in the middle of our time together, preetyboy insisted on going to the nearby coffee shop for cold drinks, so that left me all alone with the rods. itu time kalau dapat ikan, aku sumpah aku tak tahu nak buat ape. solution? cam-whore la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/fishing2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes baby, hang the drinks there. clever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2308.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2317.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2318.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2305.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2306.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&amp;&lt;em&gt;this is the way we handle the rod&lt;br /&gt;we handle the rod, we handle the rod.&lt;br /&gt;this is the way we handle the rod&lt;br /&gt;so early in the evening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after some time, we got bored &amp;amp;i fed him Pringles and sweet peanuts. i snatched away his cap &amp;nudged him several times to make him sincerely tell me that i looked pretty okay with the cap on. actually, you can see how irritating i was in the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/fishing3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preetyboy, you can win the Most Cramped Face award la. tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;i think i got a lil more darker. =D&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/11597695-1973137191544868031?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1973137191544868031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=1973137191544868031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/1973137191544868031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/1973137191544868031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/tell-me-other-side-of-story.html' title='tell me the other side of the story'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-6886156191888416044</id><published>2007-03-07T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T00:02:22.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best therapy with the boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i can't believe i just finished watching J.Lo's All I Have music video on YouTube. the last time i remembered watching that music video was during my Secondary One school days. boy, i don't mind spending my study time admiring a vogue woman like Jennifer Lopez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anywayyy, i was one happy girl because both my kids self-cancelled their tuition for today. see, kids nowadays are very independent. i don't think they need to grant some kind of a permission from their parents before cancelling their tuition for the day. so i had to wait patiently for preetyboy to be done with his tuition before making a new plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we had nowhere to go, preetyboy suggested on hitting Changi for fishing. like omg, in my entire life i've never accompany anyone to fishing because i've already self-labeled that as the most boring ever hobby apart from golf la. so okay, since it's with the boyfriend, nothing is close to boring right? rode to his home for his fishing rod (and blablabla) &amp;ey you (&lt;strong&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;), your kittens da besar la! we spent almost 20mintues admiring the kittens &amp;amp;i think at that point of time, i totally forgot about our fishing plan. hahaa. oh, you can play the video taken below. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8eeJMMnaW1I" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, can i adopt the white one? oh, you can keep those black ones. don't worry. =D cute nak mampus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay enough about the kittens, back to the fishing story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2269.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the spot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2266.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only you could see the excitement in his eyes. hoho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the sun was perfect and the wind was awesome &amp;i can't believe i really cum finally went fishing with someone (haha). i sat quietly on the rock, reading the March issue of Manja magazine and frequently took quick glances at preetyboy who was busy with his fishing rod. dirah macam paham, i know la. i kept asking preetyboy when will a fish bite the bait &amp;amp;he answered "probably another hour or two". sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i nail in my photography skills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2263.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so while waiting for a miracle to happen, i took out my digicam and began to snap snap snap. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2268.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selected to be: &lt;strong&gt;Picture of the Day&lt;/strong&gt; =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2270.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2267.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2273.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my self-timer rocks la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2265.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;before we head home, preetyboy insisted that i should learn on how to deal with the fishing rod. cool, luckily the rod did not break into two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a great laugh, &amp;amp;that's how our day ended. i love you, boy!&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/11597695-6886156191888416044?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6886156191888416044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=6886156191888416044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/6886156191888416044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/6886156191888416044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/best-therapy-with-boyfriend.html' title='the best therapy with the boyfriend'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-5462758581279061727</id><published>2007-03-06T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:18:43.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are like a candle beside the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;yes, go ahead and bring everything back to surface. i want to see how your hatred and threatened can bring you to the wining line. it still won't make you any better than me. maybe you should take that free time you have and check your useless conscience. hello, do you even realise who you are talking to and dealing with? i'd rather you stay in your pitiable drama because i seriously want to see how your determination of bringing me down can really make me kiss the ground. ultimately, famous people always have shadow clinging onto them, no matter how dark the place seems to be because enemies will never go away until they are done with another episode of their stupid drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stop everything that you have in mind. you know, i don't want to be the one who will end up seeing you fall like a paper cup being blown by a gust of strong wind. you can seriously take all your dramatis personae out before a whole lot of my supporters blow your brains out and make you feel sorry for adding an invited episode in my relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i don't gain anything by doing this. if you think you have the absolute guts (HAHAHAHA) which are hiding behind your anonymous persona, i am just a phone call away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually, which part of &lt;strong&gt;"im leading a beautiful life..JANGAN KACAU!"&lt;/strong&gt; don't you understand?&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/11597695-5462758581279061727?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5462758581279061727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=5462758581279061727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/5462758581279061727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/5462758581279061727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-are-like-candle-beside-sun.html' title='you are like a candle beside the sun'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-9158127550454598506</id><published>2007-03-06T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T12:29:58.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brush my hair, mummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;on the other night, momma came to my bed when i was in deep thoughts. it has been so long since the last time she brushed through my hair and kissed my forehead when i was all alone in bed. she couldn't be more than happy when on that day i promised her that i'll be home as soon as possible. i turned to face her &amp;i could see the eagerness in her eyes to ask me multiple of questions. alright..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;momma threw me with the question which took me forever to answer; "dik, skola da habis. adik plan nak buat ape lepas ni? (read: now that school is over, what do you intend to do?)". i can't possibly shut the whole conversation because she's my mother, afterall. i told her answer by answer, as though i was giving her multiple choice answers like, i want to work but i hate office environment, like i want to try out hairdressing but im not certain about it yet, like i want to have more kids so that i can earn more just by giving tuition, like i just want to bum around at home and do nothing. get the drift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, her next respond totally calmed me down. "okay, dik tak payah fikir banyak-banyak ok. (read: look, you don't have to think about all this first okay?) focus on your driving and tuition first. we can think of your next move when your exam results are out or after graduation." cool-ness. &amp;she began asking me about my life with preetyboy, about who i always went out with &amp;amp;to (please) bring her to VivoCity next week. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay momma, i know sometimes i tend to get on your nerve and whatsoeva but trust me, i love you mummy &amp;amp;you are the best mom because you understand me too well and you are someone whom i can talk to. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, im off to meet preetyboy. he's sooo sweet la, okay bye!&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/11597695-9158127550454598506?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/9158127550454598506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=9158127550454598506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/9158127550454598506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/9158127550454598506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/brush-my-hair-mummy.html' title='brush my hair, mummy'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-2956356313483442563</id><published>2007-03-05T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T12:10:35.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a glass bottle of mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;very true. my mixed feelings of anger, frustrated, hatred, pissed off and whatever synonyms you have there are all stuck in a solid glass bottle &amp;im not okay. i want to vent out all those mixed feelings so much but i know, the more i try, the more hurtful it gets. &amp;amp;sadly, no one understands anything. as far as i know, it wasn't some kind of a joke nor just words that came out from a certain mouth just because one was in anger. i don't, i don't say such nasty stuffs in a midst of anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it adds up when you woke up today and pretended nothing happened yesterday. &amp;you called me at 5 in the morning for some sweet words which you think i will fell for and melt like nobody's business. try harder, cause im not. i am never going to fit my attitude into yours because i don't see a good fucking reason for it. rightt, it takes two hands to clap &amp;amp;we'll see it takes how many times my heart will be mended until you really know that im suffering from heart pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was out alone with the parents yesterday to finally visit an aunt who has been hospitalized since 11days ago. she's suffering from high blood pressure which steals the vision from her left eye. i sat beside her &amp;listened to whatever that came out from her mouth, basically the cause of her high blood pressure. she told me it was due to her keeping all those mixed feelings (that i stated in the very first sentence) until it came to a point that she fainted. initially, it scared the shit out of me but seriously, girls/women are weak at heart &amp;amp;that is a good note for guys. when we say we're hurt, we're not trying to be emotional or something like that. WE ARE HURT FOR MOTHERFUCKINGREAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, my aunt asked dad on how to cope such stress which he replied, "take a bath &amp;sleep in a very dark room." i very much wanted to stand up and go "ARE YOU SERIOUS??". maybe that's the reason why dad always take a bath before sleeping. okay, diam la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i promised a friend that i will blog about this because im a girl &amp;amp;girl will always stand up for the right things. as if. anyway, i happened to friendster-hopped to someone's (shut up, i won't reveal her name because..you'll know why later) profile and goddamnit, i could instantly feel the rushing liquid cum solid (read: &lt;strong&gt;vomit&lt;/strong&gt;) waiting to reach the throat. i swear, what is this cheap girl thinking when she put up a picture of her trying so hard to show everyone how bending low can actually make your breasts look big and bulging? the sad part is, i doubt her bf knows about her putting up such picture &amp;i don't care what her bf has yet to say. in either way, how do you exactly define the sentence "you're better than everyone else"? at least, if you're not worried about selling your body over the internet, spare a thought for girls out there who still believe in the word 'dignity'. maybe if you still insist on putting up such cheap picture, please choose a different site apart from friendster. urgh, your doings make us feel equally cheap, alright? tell me, how different do people now workship the grounds you walk from us? the price for fame? oh, bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen, i gave a space in today's entry for the entire unnecessary paragraph above just because i think she's an avid reader of my blog. &amp;amp;look, im not trying to hurt you or find fault with you but seriously, if you can see the good side of me on why i wrote such stuff, then good. if not, you can just leave without saying anything okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i don't feel like typing anymore because i realised, it requires too much of words/feelings from my heart which at the moment, i don't want to talk about. i rather go out today to enjoy the beach scenery &amp;amp;hopefully an angel will sit beside me and accompany my entire day. bah, good morning beautiful angels.&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/11597695-2956356313483442563?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2956356313483442563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=2956356313483442563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/2956356313483442563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/2956356313483442563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/glass-bottle-of-mixed-feelings.html' title='a glass bottle of mixed feelings'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-4092289544617292042</id><published>2007-03-03T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:16:54.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are the voice I cannot sleep without</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;the rain didn't entirely ruin our initial plan to celebrate Illa's twentieth birthday at Fuji Ice Palace. the supposedly time to meet was 4pm, but due to the fact that we were all stuck at different places like Pan Island Expressway, Mandai &amp;Arab Street, we dealt with our patience and waited patiently for the rain to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a light lunch at Kampung Glam Cafe for both me and preetyboy left us heading to House Of Japan which turned out to be notsocool. after much looking through, we walked out of the shop &amp;amp;were left stranded. we can't possibly walk under the rain, much less ride to Jurong. so we walked around aimlessly and got some cool stuffs into my camera. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogilla1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend cannot stop talking la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogilla2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that stairway is a pretty thing with bright colours, don't you think so? &amp;look at their stairs. apart from being painted black and white, i took a freaking one to two minutes to reach the ground because it was so steep. omg, the designer must be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, finally we reached Jurong at around 6pm (yes, so much for our meet-up at 4pm). everyone was so drenched la, i tell you. &amp;amp;you know what, Fuji Ice Palace is closed to public till 4th March. wahpiangg! now, can you imagine the 'wet' ride we had? can you imagine the amount of oil wasted? tsk. so we came up with a new plan - let's have dinner at East Coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogilla3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogilla7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah..jemput makan, you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;okay, the following pictures are very (very) redundant but tengok je la eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogilla4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two years relationship. (gasp!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogilla5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the four years relationship. (gasp! gasp!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogilla6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the seven years relationship. (gasp! gasp! gasp!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogilla9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogilla12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogilla8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogilla13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogilla10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogilla11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;realise something funny tak? something is really wrong with the guys' eyes. hmm.. terbeliak ade, sepet pun ade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogilla14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sesungguhnya our bfs pat luar toilet. tapi takpe, picture is a MUST hor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to talk some sense, i will be one of the few who will finally say this - school's over, what's next? i have yet to find a job or do something to earn cold, hard cash. &amp;amp;dad was the second last person to ask me what's my next move and i replied "i don't want to work because i will eventually end up with no life. i want to get some rocking life out first." now to think back, actually, that's not cool because i don't like living under their money. sigh, i miss my school days. i miss meeting preetyboy every morning. i miss walking around in school. like, i miss everything about school la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me, it's never fun to end a school's life. but it's fun to have all the time in the world for yourgoddamnitself. contradicting? you bet. =)&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/11597695-4092289544617292042?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4092289544617292042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=4092289544617292042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/4092289544617292042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/4092289544617292042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-are-voice-i-cannot-sleep-without.html' title='you are the voice I cannot sleep without'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-6156402415988917066</id><published>2007-03-02T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T12:50:27.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know you want me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;wait, in case you are still one of the few who can't seem to view the new blog layout, type vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com at the URL instead of &lt;a href="http://www.vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com"&gt;www.vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. don't ask me why; i don't know either. so, you want to know the multiple reasons behind this new layout? one, i am done with my examinations. two, that marks the end of poly for me. three, that explains the whole lot of time i have right now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay beautiful people on my cyber world, let's give some solid space in today's entry for dear girlfriend ilah. apparently, today is her birthday cum her Alevel results. so please show her some mercy cause i think she needs the warmest hug ever for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im wishing that the year ahead shines like the brightest star.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;for words enough to tell you just how wonderful you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY TWENTIETH GIRLFRIEND!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, something is rebelling inside me, adding to the hundred reasons on why i was sulking the whole day yesterday. it's crazy how neither of us understand what each other wants; this game of give and take is so stupid that i don't see the whole point of playing it when either one of us will left feeling so miserable like that. &amp;it's crazier to be unaware that in the middle of those harsh words, feelings were hurt and profanities were thrown all over the phone and then what, im sorry. damn, i know we both can be thousand times better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, sometimes i say and do things at the wrong time &amp;amp;most of the time, i will be so selfish just because im living under one simple reason - i want to feel, even just once, on how wonderful it feels to have things my way. &amp;amp;i hate to wait by the phone for Chris Brown's tone. and, please don't ever ever make me sleep all our fights away. it'll never work for me. you must know that i prefer your voice than those sappy songs before my sleep, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, go get dress because i am going to spend some cash on you at House Of Japan. happy Friday my beautiful ones.&lt;/span&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/11597695-6156402415988917066?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6156402415988917066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=6156402415988917066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/6156402415988917066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/6156402415988917066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-know-you-want-me.html' title='i know you want me'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-8936855119231577255</id><published>2007-02-24T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:21:20.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gold rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;my early morning was full of smiles but it didn't last when i felt the sudden urge to get into the cyber world while waiting for preetyboy to fetch me. my vision went blank as i stared at the monitor screen. just as i thought, i was on the wrong window but it stabbed my heart pretty bad. just where did i go wrong again? i know this might sound irrelevant but giving me solid reason like "out of revenge" was way beyond ridiculous. sadly, i don't take that reason into consideration &amp;i guessed it's pretty obvious that no explanation can explained to me what went wrong again. true, i was left feeling bloody disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to just hide in my room despite the make-up ive put on. but the funny thing was, i hate being that girl who easily admit defeat &amp;amp;i hate being physically and emotionally weak. so i turned off the computer and headed out, taking every possible deep breath i could. perhaps, i was just being emotional again but my heart told me it's happening, and it wasn't just another dream. oh, shut up life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly without me realizing, i was smiling again like everything was just right. please don't laugh at me if i tell you this - the best treatment to cure a cracking heart is a little kiss on the forehead because to me, it means 'everything's gonna be alright, sweet'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look preetyboy, you can be that very irritating guy on earth sometimes but i still love you. believe me when i said i have the weakest heart. sometimes, i regret being so emotional and all but the last time i checked, that was just me and i couldn't do anything. conclusion was made over lunch; what had happened was a lesson to be learnt for both me and you, remember. &amp;pushing blame on each other is just so not cute anymore, unless someone is really asking for a cute punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just now was the second time my boyfriend got down from his bike in the middle of a road to fuck a taxi driver for being an asshole. &amp;amp;the least i could do was to sit still on the bike, put my full-tinted visor down &amp;pray hard no vehicle will ramp into me. i thought, apart from being that adorable preetyboy, my boyfriend is a jeng-ster (read: &lt;strong&gt;gangster&lt;/strong&gt;), you don't know ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i need help. should i really go into hairdressing school &amp;amp;get another diploma there? drop me a tag or two. thankyou =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-8936855119231577255?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8936855119231577255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=8936855119231577255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/8936855119231577255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/8936855119231577255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/02/gold-rush.html' title='gold rush'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-1158209312955978780</id><published>2007-02-22T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T11:33:10.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty little ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;yesterday. nothing feels better/good to start a dragging day with free hot chocolate and main course from delifrance (read: &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;). thankyou tetek nurul. &amp;because of them nice ambience &amp;amp;people, i managed to memorise a whole junk of cable modem start-up procedures. ew. 5hours of facing the notes were enough to crack my whole brain &amp;made me suffer. so i had Cadburry's Fruit and Nut chocolate to perk me up. awesome. still, i took them notes out in the train on the way back to Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i told you - i want to do well for my papers and prove to umm, anybody that i can score too. now who's with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i still couldn't manage to get all the East Coast Park's photos from dear ailah. her messenger betrayed her more than twice when it suffered from unstable cable network thus defeated the whole purpose of us waiting for the (almost) 100000kb file to be successfully sent to us. you can tell, my girlfriend cutely didn't resize the photos before sending. so i told the gf to burn all the pictures into a CD &amp;amp;pass the CD to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me. it will take weeks, so be patient alright? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, my other girlfriend (aisha) won't be free till Monday because her bf said so. which means, less hope of me getting them Sentosa's pictures from her by this week. but, on a brighter note, i got the pictures from dear sayuri's digicam. smile. let's just make do with whatever i have okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday. i ditched my Broadband Technologies' book for Sentosa which got the hell shock out of me when 70% of the island was manifested with Bangla. you can sooo imagine the long queue over at Habourfront, which stretched up to the MRT station. still, that didn't stop people from going Sentosa, including us but we were damn lucky when aisha's bf managed to get us the shuttle bus meant only for staff members. at that moment, i could feel all those eyes staring at us. too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogsentosa1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say hello to the bus which saved our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, it dropped us at one of the stops &amp;we had to run to the nearest shuttle bustop to board a bus to Pahlawan Beach. psst, it was drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogsentosa2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i had the most awesome day on the beach, splashing water at sayuri and aisha (who refuse to get wet) &amp;amp;umm, throwing all sort of profanities at the Banglas. damn, they don't deserve to be there okay! for heaven's sake, it's a tourist attraction place, not a sight-seeing environment. bloody hell. we got pissed &amp;decided to change before heading to Cafe Del Mar. the toilet was good because we got to know many cool girls out there. cheers, &amp;amp;all were cursing the Banglas. god, tell me something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were waiting for the tram when everybody pushed their way to the front &amp;got us pissed. so we cam-whore while waiting for the other tram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogsentosa3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogsentosa4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogsentosa15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;finally, we got the last seat &amp;amp;okay, we were sooo happy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogsentosa5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;omg omg. scream with me when i said &lt;strong&gt;"CAFE DEL MAR!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogsentosa8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogsentosa9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogsentosa10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awesome!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;eventhough the bill reached up to a few hundred bucks, we thought it was all worth it, looking at how beautiful and calm that cafe was. if you ask me, it is on my recommendation's list. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogsentosa6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you, the waitress was so nice to snap that for us. thankyou darla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogsentosa7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;we spent two hours there before making a move to the Habourfront MRT. said by sayuri "i want to take every angle of Sentosa before leaving" made us stopped at one of the staircase &amp;just cam-whore. hello, we had fans standing at the top of the staircase looking at us okay. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogsentosa14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogsentosa13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogsentosa11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogsentosa12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;damn. i wouldn't ask for more girlfriends. nudge, when's the next outing?? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, you can have a clearer &amp;amp;more pictures over &lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/43"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;em&gt; *wink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to square one - study!! &amp;amp;i think im getting darker. whoopee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-1158209312955978780?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1158209312955978780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=1158209312955978780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/1158209312955978780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/1158209312955978780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/02/pretty-little-ugly.html' title='pretty little ugly'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-4797895048695005179</id><published>2007-02-18T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T14:42:43.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'missing you' is in my dictionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/Copyofstarbuck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;tell me i make a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; hairdresser. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;im still waiting patiently for my dear ailah to send me all our 12464134546 Friday's ECP pictures. &amp;suddenly, i miss all my girlfriends; i miss being around with them and hugging them for no valid reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like on Friday, it was worth every minute that girlfriend ailah took a leave from work &amp;just hang out with the rest of us. if you ask me, i don't bother to count the number of months since our last meet-ups because i finally got that girlfriend's therapy. it was more than just love. =) so, somebody got to make a new plan for 02nd march - nudge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on it when the pictures are with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i miss the boyfriend a lot. say, this week is our study week &amp;amp;next week will be our examinations week &amp;after that, no more school for us. if heaven is on our side, we'll graduate on April, which means both of us will be heading our separate ways in pursuing our dreams. well, that's a deep change for me. atleast for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a totally different note, preetyboy's cat has given birth to four ohmygod cute kittens (according to him la, cos i've yet to see them kittens). &amp;amp;it was so cute of my preetyboy to call me up this morning from his work to tell me that he can't wait to go home to play with them kittens &amp;it was cuter of him to wake me up from my beauty sleep just for his kittens' story. grr, i miss that boy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i miss a lot of people now. that's a rare thing you can get from me; the purpose of this entry, cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-4797895048695005179?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4797895048695005179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=4797895048695005179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/4797895048695005179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/4797895048695005179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/02/missing-you-is-in-my-dictionary.html' title='&apos;missing you&apos; is in my dictionary'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-1460972793537173121</id><published>2007-02-15T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T11:40:57.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/vday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;If I could be any part of you, I'd be your tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;To be conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY &lt;strike&gt;CRAZY&lt;/strike&gt; VALENTINE'S DAY, PREETYBOY!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11597695-1460972793537173121?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597695.post-3905294414146088137</id><published>2007-02-11T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T13:17:54.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take a stroll with me, can?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;arghhh! my whole body is aching REAL bad. thanks la eh, NAPFA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&amp;i woke up today with a question: "What day is it today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;ohmygod, am i losing count or what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;examinations are just in 2weeks time. mampos!!&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/11597695-3905294414146088137?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3905294414146088137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=3905294414146088137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/3905294414146088137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/3905294414146088137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/02/take-stroll-with-me-can.html' title='take a stroll with me, can?'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-3454274622907952588</id><published>2007-02-09T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:59:26.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gorgeous, tell me something classic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;omg. i can't believe i am &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; busyyy that i hardly have the time to blog &amp;upload pictures i've taken. but i shall predict that this week &amp;amp;the upcoming week will be a rushing one because i've yet to complete my Netwok Security report. so much for the group wanting to submit the report one week before the date due just to get them 10 bonus marks. wah, so now i can conclude that that was only semangat one minute because the report dues on Monday. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i want to sound like that hardworking girl, i have to admit this - ive been having late night sleeps &amp;it's killing the hell out of me. im starting to yawn in school and walk like a zombie. i skipped lectures more than the number of times i visit the toilet. &amp;amp;for two straight days, i was down with a bad, &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt; headache that all i did the moment i stepped into my room at 6pm on a Wednesday evening was to sleep with the make-up still intact to my face. &amp;when i woke up at 8pm for some water to wet my dry throat, dad gave me this surprised look &amp;amp;went: "ey, since when you got home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad, sometimes you need to check out your girls' rooms. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on that particular day, the Info-Communcation cohorts had their photo-taking session. you know the drill - formal for the attire. even so, some came in jeans &amp;i couldn't stop laughing la and some can't even be bothered to be present for the photo-taking session like my dear NURUL HUDHA! where-s that semangat-one-minute-duduk-depandepan-pat-lecture go to? hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/CopyofPICT2110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/CopyofPICT2111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the graduating class of F408.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/CopyofPICT2115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/CopyofPICT2113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys of F408.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/CopyofPICT2114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this picture because it looks like it's falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/CopyofPICT2117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/CopyofPICT2118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls of F408.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/42"&gt;(for clearer picture, click here)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;on that very same day, we had a birthday boy who turned twenty. &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, SHAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;in celebrating his birthday, a whole bunch of us ordered four medium-sized pizza from Canadian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're very yummy pizzas, hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, we bumped into Lyana while waiting for the Canadian man. hahaa. SEMPAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;thursday. Broadband Technology's lab test was such a bitch even though it was an open-book test. &amp;someone from the class asked sir one bonus question that left me giggling: "is it an open-mouth test too?" hahaa. so, the whole lab was filled with sounds from flipping through the handbook &amp;amp;that &lt;em&gt;mini-mini-mini-more&lt;/em&gt; tune just because majority of the questions were made up of MCQs. funny how MCQ questions can left me feeling so stressed up like that. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i have a mock job interview for my CCOM. &amp;amp;a couple of days back, i submitted my resume and cover letter for a job application as a Web Designer to my tutor so today, i should expect pathetic question like, "so dirah, tell me why do you apply the post as a Web Designer?". blank. oh, because i like to design. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me good luck people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. i still have my NAPFA test tomorrow morning. ni budak-budak IFC (info-communication) mentel nak lari dengan budak-budak BUS (business). okay, now you can wish me good luck. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tsk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-3454274622907952588?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3454274622907952588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=3454274622907952588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/3454274622907952588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/3454274622907952588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/02/gorgeous-tell-me-something-classic.html' title='gorgeous, tell me something classic'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-5647831078200675398</id><published>2007-02-07T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:59:26.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was this, not that</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;a week ago, i was $230 richer. today, im $210 poorer &amp;February isn't a cool month to be broke. let's see, the little one's birthday is just in a week's time &amp;amp;i swear i have the most brilliant cum creative present to get for her since she's turning sixteen (which is the BEST age for teenagers like her, haaha mentel) BUT the &lt;em&gt;ka-ching&lt;/em&gt; is just not pretty yet so, this is when alternatives come in. but what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, time to sidetrack for the love. Saturday night was the best night ever in that week because i got the boyfriend &amp;because nothing else matters like school (eh, that's a HUGE thing okay). although it started off pretty moody (yes, me) when i had to wait for more than an hour at the bike shop for his bike to be repaired, i thought that wasn't a nice start (boys, read this: &lt;strong&gt;never make your gf wait for more than an hour at the bike shop UNLESS there's a shopping center nearby &amp;amp;YOU spare us the money&lt;/strong&gt;) so i smiled &amp;hugged him during the ride to town. my crave for Long John Silver's Chowder Clam Soup was bad so we had our late lunch at Cineleisure's LJS. our main intention was to catch Dream Girls on his lappy but the surroundings were not very pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;walked down to Youth Park for the bidding of 100chairs. some of the designs are really hot, trust me &amp;amp;the bidding price starts at $15 which could reach up to $120. cool right? i simply love &lt;a href="http://www.100chairs.youth.sg/chairs/chairandartist/a025.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; &amp;the bf adores &lt;a href="http://www.100chairs.youth.sg/chairs/chairandartist/a007.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;when one of the designers were interviewed on stage about "what words of encouragement will you give to these people so that they'll bid higher?", he replied "just bid. if you don't like me, by all means, you can sit on this chair (with his cartooned face painted on it) and fart on it or even move your butt around on the chair as though you’re squashing my face. it's okay, i don't mind." haha, somehow it came out a little funny to me but it's cool; i'll be more than contented if i were asked to paint a chair for charity. kerusi pun kerusi la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, will you fart on this chair?; the back painting of the chair is simply LOVE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;we made a move to Kallang's Mac soon after the bidding &amp;okay best, Dream Girls' DVD could not load in his lappy for an irritatinggggg reason so i ended up surfing the net &amp;amp;indulged in my Sundae's Hot Chocolate ice-cream plus cam-whoring. sedap sae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;headed to Esplanade at 7pm to watch a band performance at the Waterfront. what a big, &lt;em&gt;big&lt;/em&gt; mistake. i almost fell asleep because it was way too boringgg. the vocalist hardly opened his mouth to sing &amp;all the songs delivered were either about heartbroken or break-ups. like come on, there is more about life rather than all that, right? luckily, i had my purple candy floss to perk me up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pit stop before heading to the carpark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;even which, we left the place only after the 30minutes (boringgg) performance ended &amp;amp;walked out of Esplanade for Marina. it was all crazy when we started throwing stupid questions at each other like, kenapa dekat laut ada ombak &amp;i went "kenapa hidung you kembang ah?" hahaaa. those were the pretty, pretty days &amp;amp;i am so glad it's coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogall2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogall3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i love you too preetyboy but will you just stop farting in front of me (??) and it's getting a little out of hand when you farted on bike knowing the obvious fact that i sat directly behind you. okay, i promise that i will stop (bedek-bedek&lt;em&gt;ly&lt;/em&gt;) dig my nose &amp;amp;chase you around just to wipe my index finger on your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. February is the month of love, people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/41"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(for clearer view of the pictures, click here)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-5647831078200675398?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5647831078200675398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=5647831078200675398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/5647831078200675398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/5647831078200675398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-was-this-not-that.html' title='it was this, not that'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-236210938282254650</id><published>2007-02-04T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T10:58:33.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will you define love for me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. It is the real confidence of being together; because fate is always fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/loveblog1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;dear preetyboy, i have always love you the way you love me.&lt;br /&gt;"nothing else matters to me except you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;there's more to come; you know the drill. be patient.&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/11597695-236210938282254650?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/236210938282254650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=236210938282254650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/236210938282254650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/236210938282254650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/02/will-you-define-love-for-me.html' title='will you define love for me?'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-6676077086353640460</id><published>2007-02-02T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T22:38:59.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't talk to me like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&amp;amp;the last thing that i want from you is to accuse me. i've had enough of today’s shit. bitch.&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/11597695-6676077086353640460?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6676077086353640460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=6676077086353640460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/6676077086353640460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/6676077086353640460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-talk-to-me-like-that.html' title='don&apos;t talk to me like that'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-1063990438356172317</id><published>2007-02-01T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T11:05:20.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because my skin looks good on you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i've been busyyyyy &amp;im still not done with one, my Communication Skills resume and cover letter. two, Network Security report can be a real pain although we have to include a passport-size photo of ourselves in the report (like, are you kidding me??). three, i have a try-out job interview this Friday &amp;amp;funny how i can go huh? when we had to work in pairs during class and syasya asked me this: "okay, for example the interviewer asked you - tell me about yourself. what will you reply?" get the drift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Monday. it started off pretty good like, i cut my fringe &amp;preetyboy cheekily looked at me and said i looked nice (while he was driving, actually). like, he sent me off to school even though his class started at one. &amp;amp;at one, he called me up and told me he had no lab to attend so we headed off to Simpang Bedok for lunch. like, we dropped by his house after school at four &amp;he let me drive around his carpark. like, we wrestled over at his house &amp;amp;he made me fell flat on the ground and then laughed at me. so that was my goodddd Monday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. school ended at one &amp;as i was about to have lunch with Teksters at the coffeeshop opposite school, preetyboy messaged me this: "i finish school at two. can i send you off to Orchard?" so, i skipped lunch with the two girls and met him at two &amp;amp;headed to Beach Road for The No.1's Best Selling Nasi Ayam Penyet. at 4, he sent me off to Orchard to meet Aisha before heading back to school for his project discussion at 5. haha, i have a sweet boyfriend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed (read: &lt;strong&gt;supposed&lt;/strong&gt;) to buy bikini together for this Saturday's Sentosa outing but i ended up buying alone because my dear girlfriend couldn't make up her mind on which to buy &amp;according to her, she has until Friday to decide. haaha so i didn't buy Route 66's bag because of&lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt;many&lt;strong&gt;reasons&lt;/strong&gt;la. sigh. on a brighter note, i saved $70. wanted to buy that sleeveless grey tunic but god knows why i skipped buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/mac.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;McCafe's double chocolate for us &amp;amp;the girlfriend just had to go "dirah, i wantttt the $103 Warehouse's bag." hahaa, don't make me whine over my $70 bag too. damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/mac12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/mac14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. the vain me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;preetyboy picked me up at Orchard (again) &amp;headed to Kampung Glam's cafe for Mee Goreng. the day ended with a late night call from preetyboy saying "b, i am starting to love you more now." &amp;amp;that really made my heart smile. =) i can't stop smiling too laaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/mac13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wednesday (yesterday). i received a call from sis at 3 &amp;asked me if i want to catch the soccer match Singapore VS Thailand at the stadium. now, who don't? so unintentionally, dad picked me up at Ayun's place &amp;amp;will only meet preetyboy over at Kallang. semangatnya matair aku pakai merah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT2030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SESUNGGUHNYA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;omg, the crowds were unbelievable &amp;we just couldn't stop screaming while preetyboy kept telling me "itu outside la b!". sigh, im a girl afterall haaha. while we were so busy screaming, shouting, jumping and yelling, a group of boys were busy throwing pieces of paper at the wrong time. funny la. the penalty was good &amp;amp;we held each other's hand and jumped for joy. macam kiterang pulak yang gol kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, we saw this guy trying to tease the Thailand people by dancing along the fences which separated Singapore from Thailand &amp;seconds later, he was sent out by the policemen. the way he danced (macam eh ah eh ah) and his stupidity to tease those (tak seberapa) Thailand people made me laughed like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich, we headed to Captain for supper where momma and preetyboy couldn't stop throwing jokes and riddles at one another. =) bid goodbyes at one in the morning &amp;amp;that was my Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to resume and cover letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-1063990438356172317?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1063990438356172317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=1063990438356172317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/1063990438356172317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/1063990438356172317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/02/because-my-skin-looks-good-on-you.html' title='because my skin looks good on you'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-2863638108812952229</id><published>2007-01-28T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T14:18:29.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im yours, so you told me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;please spare me, will you? i hate this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a month ago, i jumped for joy because 2006 will finally close its chapter &amp;a new chapter will open. a month ago, i prayed so hard for my upcoming days to be better. &amp;amp;a month ago, i was determined to smile and laugh like any other girl. but just yesterday, i swallowed another three yellow pills &amp;tortured my own body. i can go on and on and on torturing myself but it will come to a point that i will ask myself "what do i get in return?" &amp;amp;the answer is NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't convinced enough. it isn't just about nothing, it's about me putting my whole heart and soul into this shit and finally, everything stop because i wasn't being treated fair. ive been put in a spot, oh thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i don't want to go on. the question is: why pretend??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+++++&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so yesterday morning, i ran 2km with Rabia hoping to score a better timing &amp;today, im having leg muscles cramp. (also) yesterday afternoon, we stopped by HomeClub for their flea market. it was a total bore. i could literally count the number of people walking around aimlessly, including the sellers/owners. exactly ten minutes later, we stepped out of HomeClub &amp;amp;headed Orchard since the girlfriend badly want to spend her 200bucks. so i showed her all the stuffs i've been eyeing on &amp;haha, i made her fell in love with everything that even a thousand buck is not enough. &amp;amp;girlfriend, will you stop with your red fantasies? hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Route66's bags are such a bitch. we love all their bags collection but we hate the price tag that's hanging out from it. i guessed, it won't kill to buy a bag worth 70bucks once in a blue moon, right? i shall get it on Tuesday (for real), omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we had to wait 25minutes for Fried Mars Bar, we settled on Gelare's waffle with ice-cream topping instead. we purposely chose Chocolate because in 15minutes time, we'll go on our separate ways to meet the boyfriends &amp;bitch-us, we wanted to feel high and crazy around the boyfriend. cheeky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 8, preetyboy came down to fetch me &amp;amp;we (okay, it's him) rode down to Esplanade. he was craving for some ice-cream and i was craving for Yong Tau Foo. too random, i know. walked to Marina's Food Court and we settled on Sundae's Chocolate ice-cream for him &amp;marsh-mallow with strawberries dipped in chocolate fondue for me INSTEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/marina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;since my whole family was having a ball of funtime watching Singapore versus Malaysia over at the stadium, we killed time by watching two performances at the Esplanade's Bay till 11. oh hello, we bumped into Khairul and Nadeeya. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;then, i got home at 1am and swallowed them pills at 4am. fuck.&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/11597695-2863638108812952229?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2863638108812952229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=2863638108812952229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/2863638108812952229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/2863638108812952229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-yours-so-you-told-me.html' title='im yours, so you told me'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116970228959355938</id><published>2007-01-25T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:23:51.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walk with me &amp;hold my hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;something is very freaky about me. when all the other girls are busy checking out on hot guys (either those girls are attached or unattached), i am busy checking out on hot girls. you know sometimes, these girls look damn hot in pictures &amp;that somehow inspires me to take pretty pictures and upload them. &amp;amp;then, i feel damn good after adding a bunch of hot girls in my friendster (read: i wrote 'pretty girls only' on Who I Want To Meet). at other times, close friends will just slap my back &amp;hopefully im still straight. haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well hello, preetyboy is still my love which is equivalent to me saying that im still straight, alright. let's put it in a simpler way: i am going to turn twenty this year &amp;amp;real life is about to begin. life about settling down. hmm don't worry, you'll understand soon when you finally freak out about being twenty years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day when i was flipping through Jan's issue of CLEO magazine, something really caught my attention &amp;the enthusiasm to try it out on my own really gets out of control, that's why i chose red/venom this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1984.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;and because of that pretty stuffs, momma realised that i'll do better in this line (something about beauty like, hairdressing) rather than laying my butt on something i am clueless about like, engineering. now, laugh with me because i just realised that life in polytechnic is going to end damn soon. say, in early March? &amp;amp;that's like 2months from now which means examinations are just around the corner. gasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days ago, i had Nasi Ayam Penyek with preetyboy over at Changi. &lt;em&gt;sedap sangat la you!&lt;/em&gt; &amp;two days ago, we both fell asleep for an hour in the car at the Changi Beach's carpark. you see, i love doing random things with preetyboy when i am supposed to finish up on my Technical Documentation which is due tomorrow. &amp;amp;the girlfriends are being too sweet towards me lately that i can assure myself i won't die with the lack of girlfriends. hoho. &amp;&amp;amp;i ditched this Saturday's Family Day at Zoological Garden for HomeClub's Flea Market. &amp;amp;i wish to get my tuition pay on Monday so that i can shop (once again) for some serious stuffs like a bag (i need a bag!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that all, the little one literally forced me to design a new layout for her blog which is im halfway through. besok besok kalau dah kaya, make sure kau blanja aku eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU PREETYBOY. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116970228959355938?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116970228959355938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116970228959355938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116970228959355938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116970228959355938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/01/walk-with-me-hold-my-hands.html' title='walk with me &amp;hold my hands'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116956572372578717</id><published>2007-01-23T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:22:04.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little miss random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i came to conclude that maybe this fear in me just won't go away no matter how much i've tried to keep myself alive, i will still have bad dreams one after another. times, i will force myself to stay awake throughout the whole night so that i won't be traumatized again. &amp;everybody knows that dreams always tell you a story. well, perhaps sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, it has come to an extent that i don't see them as bad dreams anymore; it's more to nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well anyway, yesterday was my girlfriend'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;s 20th birthday but i couldn't be there to personally give her a birthday hug or perhaps sing her my retard version of the Happy Birthday song. dear girlfriend, im so sorry. but you know how much the other girlfriends will make it up to you someday right? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with love, Happy 20th Birthday Rabiatul Adawiyah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;three days ago, we went for a run at Tampines Stadium &amp;it was real bad. one, we haven't been exercising since years ago. two, we have forgotten all the necessary stretching that must be done. three, we gave up after running two and a half rounds around the stadium which is equivalent to 800m, ONLY. what's 800m compared to 2.4km? &amp;amp;we brisk walked halfway through the third round. at the pace we're going, we can dream about passing the upcoming NAPFA. let alone Sit and Reach; i think my little sister can do better. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, yesterday preetyboy sent me over to Downtown East's McCafe to meet the other girlfriend, illa. we had so much fun painting our nails red/venom that the girlfriend couldn't stop saying "eh hot sia the red" (skali aku sepak muka kau!) and then the next moment, my phone was filled with images of her red nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/Image003-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we talked, we laughed, we joked, we fooled around, we cam-whored and the best part was when she forgot that she was supposed to cry in front of me. haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/Image009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/Image011-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;in the middle of having a conversation, suddenly it occurred to me that i have tutorials to hand in the next day. took out Mobile Communication handbook &amp;as usual la eh, this girlfriend had to step pandai and demand on teaching me when she herself was clueless about the subject. wahpiangg. &amp;amp;the confident expression she gave me just swept me to tears of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/Image017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture no.1: bitch, muka last warning sia!&lt;br /&gt;picture no.2: confident mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/Image010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought she looked hot in this picture, kan? please show some mercy people, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/Image019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomly, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/Image013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;the certified love. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;alrighty, i have three hours of lecture tomorrow. bah! for now, let me have some good night talk with preetyboy. i miss that boy so much la.&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/11597695-116956572372578717?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116956572372578717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116956572372578717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116956572372578717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116956572372578717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-miss-random.html' title='little miss random'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116922566111092608</id><published>2007-01-20T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T00:54:21.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look far ahead for greener grasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;because of the fact i told you that preetyboy came over in the morning, here's the cheers to my day spent today. he came at 10 in the morning when i was happily sitting in front of the computer, surfing the net without being bothered to take a bath. oh excuse me, minus the part where i've tooth brushed. when he came over, i was halfway replying to my taggers &amp;at the same time, having a good time laughing at some infantile joke. ok sorry, maybe you are the joke. haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously baby, i had the nicest and sweetest ever intention when i asked you "what would you like to drink" and you replied "what drinks do you know how to make? perhaps tea?". i scratched my head cause the last time i checked, momma only taught me how to make tea in a teapot, not in a glass. okay, so there's still a long way for me to go before i can finally get married. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preetyboy insisted that we should go to the kitchen together so that i could see how to make tea. but since at that moment of time i was too annoyed over some stuff, i can't be bothered to learn. then he taught me how to make plain omelette. very nice plain omelette okay. see, my bf cool shit one eh? hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich, we..okay skip that part. let's just fast-forward. we left my house at 130pm &amp;amp;headed to Ubi to buy pink, black and gold stickers for my helmet. the uncle was so nice to give us at cheap cheap damn cheap price &amp;a free black sticker. lunch was at Ali's Cafe over at Geylang before heading to Kallang's MacDonald to self-customized the sticker for my helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people, this is how my Pilot helmet looks like the day i bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1947.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1945.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the customization begins..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;semangat aku sebenarnya berkobar-kobar gila but i gave up halfway after having to slowly and carefully cut out the desired shape. &amp;amp;i let preetyboy do the work. hehs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1944.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1946-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very helpful. good good, sayang you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;finally (read: &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt;), this is how my helmet looks like now. CANTIK kan? &lt;em&gt;*wink&lt;/em&gt; oh, the flower was designed by me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1949.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1950-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i didn't know that gold and pink will make a nice combination. well anyway, at 730, preetyboy sent me over to London's Downtown East to meet these two loves; shab and illa. (ignore the word 'London'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;. that's an inside joke btw) we hang out at Mac &amp;amp;just talked talked and talked till it was time to bid our goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1951.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1952.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet loves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;alright, now im tired. i guess i need some sleep before going to the gym tomorrow with rabia. sekian lama aku tak exercise, MAMPOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1948.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay goodnight.&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/11597695-116922566111092608?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116922566111092608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116922566111092608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116922566111092608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116922566111092608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/01/look-far-ahead-for-greener-grasses.html' title='look far ahead for greener grasses'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116913072495550829</id><published>2007-01-18T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:46:12.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words to describe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;for the past 2 years that i've blogged, never once have i ever publish/send my self-designed template to blogskins.com. &amp;i purposely make all my templates different from the others by having an image of me and preetyboy. it's true that people do compliment and praise my templates and im glad that there are people out there who actually appreciate my adobe photoshop and coding skills. to ask permission to use my previous templates are seriously fine with me, as long as you change all the necessary/relevant stuffs (like the images, navigation titles, title bar message, status bar message et cetera). BUT to bloody-wholly copy my codes from A to Z is seriously plain pathetic. what's more; using the same template as i am currently using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/clone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;let me just highlight to you all the similarities that i can spot. one, my self-made images with the heading "If life is about you, I wanna live forever" was left undeleted EXCEPT for me and preetyboy's image. two, the owner changed the word "YOU" in the sentence 'if life is about you' to "ME" and i can damn see the difference in the font name used. three, since when i have another self-declared spoiltbabe? four, the navigation titles are majority kept the same like spoiltbabe, her words, pure indulgence, unleash gossip. five, the status bar stated "...i want a prettyboy..." i called fahn preetyboy and this person just use the word prettyboy in search of a boy (i think, ha!). plain copycat. six, don't be shock to hear this - this person apparently put up the same song that is currently playing on my blog. the only difference is that i used tripod and she used iWebMusic. like hello, if you can bloody change the host for the song, why can't you bloody change the song? gosh. &amp;seven, i guess i don't need to elaborate on this - the template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so pissed when i got to know about this, even preetyboy was mad at how someone actually desperately copied my whole codes while i, i had to do all the thinking from the layout to the images. bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like seriously, what is this person trying to prove/show?? that you scored in being unoriginal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you tagged me an explanation &amp;amp;that your friend has deleted the account for you. haaha. even my little sister can come up with a better story, like seriously la. oh well. anyway, you should be thankful enough that i didn't put up your url here to expose the real you and i actually blur your faces to respect your identity. now, whoever your online friend that is, please knock some sense into her/him. thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting back on track, i finally bought a black PILOT helmet. so cheers to my new (second) helmet with upcoming self-designed sticker. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/Image003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/Image004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preetyboy, thank you for snapping those pictures la. i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;tomorrow, preetyboy will be coming over to my place for breakfast. i want to jump, can? hoho. sweet dreams you all!&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/11597695-116913072495550829?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116913072495550829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116913072495550829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116913072495550829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116913072495550829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/01/words-to-describe.html' title='words to describe'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116902110234748638</id><published>2007-01-17T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T16:05:02.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>those little carvings you've made</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;let me share a little secret with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after those weeks of plain nightmare and miserable days, finally tears of happiness rolled down my cheek yesterday night. well boy, you didn't realise them happy tears because you were too busy cuddling me, trying to comfort me. you don't know how much my heart skipped a bit when you use your index finger to write down the sentence "I &lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; U VERY MUCH!!!!" just above my right knee. you told me to figure out what those words were &amp;amp;the moment i did, you put my head on your shoulder and i couldn't stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so good after that, love. thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway avid readers of mine, preetyboy was the one who told me to put up this song on my blog because currently it's on his top list of music. so, credit goes to you baby. (ah, kembang kan? haaha) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, im off to buy a new helmet with preetyboy. woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116902110234748638?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116902110234748638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116902110234748638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116902110234748638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116902110234748638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/01/those-little-carvings-youve-made.html' title='those little carvings you&apos;ve made'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116893666018730585</id><published>2007-01-16T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T12:11:44.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our lovesong is on the repeat mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One's philosophy is not best expressed in words;&lt;br /&gt;it's expressed in the choices one makes.&lt;br /&gt;In the long run, we shape our lives and we shape ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;The process never ends until we die.&lt;br /&gt;And the choices we make are ultimately our responsibilities."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;basically, school really sucks especially when you received a personal message sent to your phone by your course manager as early as 10am, saying that, "Hi, IFC course manager would like to see you tomorrow. Details are attached to your e-mail." &amp;then, i got a scolding from preetyboy. dirah, why like that one? sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night was yet another torturing night for me not until i found out something which could let me sleep without bringing any thoughts along to bed that is, to stuff both my ears with mp3. but one thing for sure, i couldn't stop the temptation of setting only sappy, love songs on repeat mode. i want to stop relying on sleeping pills which don't do good to my body. i finally fell asleep near to midnight when my cat jumped on my bed at 330 in the morning and started kissing all over my face which of course, woke me up. he's so cute like...omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned to my phone on the right &amp;amp;stared at the blank screen. no missed calls, no messages. oh well. slowly, i could feel those tears starting to fill my eyes and this is one of the reason why i hate night time. don't ask me why im like this; just maybe im under a lot of pressure. i want to cry so bad but i was too afraid that i might wake my little sis up &amp;soon, i fell asleep again. 30 minutes later, i woke up in real tears because i just had yet another bad, bad dream. will all those bad dreams please spare me? i want to sleep peacefully like any other girls. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left preetyboy more than 10 missed calls and a message, hoping to feel all good after hearing his voice. sadly, he slept like a log. an hour later, he returned my call &amp;amp;i was already full of tears. i could feel how swollen my eyes were at that moment of time. i barely hear my own voice &amp;i badly want to get out of the house and be hugged. you don't know how bad those dreams and feelings were. it's tearing me apart that i can't feel myself in the real world anymore. yes, you've gone through the same pain as i am now but it's a total &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt; thing cause i was always there to give you support, encouragement and assurance. this time around, i got nothing (read: &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...except for a choice to make; to continue feeling ever-so fucked up or get up and be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to top it all, breakfast just now with preetyboy over at Downtown's MacDonald finally managed to let me carve a smile on my face with those swollen eyes. if only i could type down an exact word of how much i love preetyboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what? that was a nice start for today &amp;amp;i feel good again, for once. =)&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/11597695-116893666018730585?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116893666018730585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116893666018730585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116893666018730585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116893666018730585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/01/our-lovesong-is-on-repeat-mode.html' title='our lovesong is on the repeat mode'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116875213558531364</id><published>2007-01-15T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:09:00.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it wasn't about the turning point, love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;loyal, honest, born leader, protective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;This year gives you your old life back - but the question is, will you want it? For the past year or so, you've found yourself placed under all sorts of new obligations, and you knew that it was time for you to grow up a little, to move up to the next level and show that you could handle the responsibility that went with your position. All of this you have done, and so well that you hardly notice the weight any more; it all seems quite normal. As 2007 opens, you are again feeling some pressure, but nothing that you have not experienced before. You will know what needs to be done, and you will do it, almost without thinking. There is a turning point in mid-April, and the sense that this chapter of your life is coming to its end will be unmistakable. Then, in early September, complicating Saturn leaves Leo behind; it will be 27 years before you see it in your own sign again. If you wish, you can go back to the life you led before 2005; but at that point you will realise that the past two years has fundamentally altered your beliefs and attitudes. You are harder, leaner, and tougher. You no longer take things at face value. You look at the bigger picture and think of the likely consequences before committing yourself to a project. When you look at the life you used to lead, it will seem childish and trivial. It may take you a few months to decide where you want to go from here, but one thing is certain: You will be going forwards, not back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, is this for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;so just maybe, it'll take some months for me to re-adjust and i think im losing weight pretty bad or to put it in a little decent manner, my ring has expanded. you see, ever since the fasting month, i haven't been eating right. i skipped my dinner almost every night and in the morning, i don't take breakfast since im always rushing to school. just now, after 5seconds i left the school's lab, i realised something missing and felt so naked. i stopped in the middle of a crowd waiting for the lift &amp;looked at myself from shoulder to toe before putting my right hand in my bottom's pocket. "eh, how come my hand didn't get stuck? shit, where's my ring?". i swear at that moment of time, i felt like breaking down because i just lost something damn precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quickly, i turned around and traced back the path i took from the lab to the lift area. it's gone. called up panata &amp;amp;told her that i just lost my ring and will probably be late for the next class. i hung up and called preetyboy. still, i was left disappointed and walked to class feeling so fuck up. i chose the seat next to panata and started rummaging my bag, taking out every single stuffs; three books, a file, a red makeup bag, pencil case, hair moisturizer, hair thermal curl activator, hard disk, purse and even the smallest thing, my mp3. if ma'am could scream, i swear she wouldn't hesitate to scream at me for being so noisy and busy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bag was left empty when i saw a small, round silver ring sitting at the right corner of the bag. i've found my ring la! &amp;this is the second time i lost that ring in my bag and preetyboy was smart enough to message me, asking me to search for the ring in my bag. it must have fallen out from my finger while i was trying to dig my bag for something. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as school ended early for the both of us, we went up to Ubi to pay for his bike's monthly installment. it rained so bad that his shoes were drenched &amp;amp;that's the reason why we ended up in his house soon after. had a bowl of Tom Yam (which was cooked by his momma) before he fell asleep on the sofa next to me and i was left watching a Malaysia comedian movie with his little sister. he slept like a baby i tell you. i waited and waited and waited for him to wake up but he just wouldn't wake up. i killed those time alone talking to his mother about how pathetic the tailor sew her clothes and what i am going to do after graduating. yes auntie, i would really love to go under hairdressing line so that i can cut your hair for free okay? don't need to go to hair salon anymore =) and then i taught his little sister on algebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day ended with Long John Silver's regular fries dipped in Chowder Clam Powder, like FINALLY! grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last Saturday, we went wireless again at East Coast's MacDonald, trying to make preetyboy complete his report. that boy just need a little buck up from me. so we sat there till 830 before making a move to Youth Park's Kopitiam for their Mee Goreng which left us disappointed because it didn't taste as good as before. on Sunday, preetyboy picked me up from tuition and headed to his house for steamboat with his family. it was the nicest family steamboat and everybody laughed at the way i tried my best to handle the chopsticks. most of the time, preetyboy was the one who served me. =) at 8pm, we headed to Simpang Bedok for a cup of teh tarik together with me helping preetyboy to complete his report before fiqueilla came down to meet us at 9pm. i simply love her la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1946.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, his concentration melts my heart =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;look, i got this for us. cool sweetness huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1950.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goodnight world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/11597695-116875213558531364?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116875213558531364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116875213558531364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116875213558531364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116875213558531364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-wasnt-about-turning-point-love.html' title='it wasn&apos;t about the turning point, love'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116866768815625761</id><published>2007-01-13T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:04:04.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for behind every bad things there's the good things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;just like the weather, i haven't been feeling all good at all. i hate the raining season because it kind of take away all my happy/good moments &amp;i hate to be stuck at home facing the four walls. i was supposed to meet them bloggers at 6pm yesterday but i can't feel the exact excitement i felt days before yesterday. just like what my heart said - "at that very moment of time when you meet the girlfriends, you'll smile and laugh but the moment you turned to your back, at that very instant you realised it didn't solve anything. you are still left feeling ever so helpless." i just couldn't agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to meet another girlfriend who basically knows every single downright shit im feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/two.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;she seems to understand me more than anyone else, maybe because she had spent 7years of her life with a lesson-to-learnt kind of thing. funny why she looked down on the same person i looked down on, throwing all sort of profanities that came into our mind and ended up feeling all satisfied but again, for what fuck? and just yesterday, we came to a nice conclusion - immature is the word and provoke is the second word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, how long more do you want me to feel this way? im not enjoying every bits of this feeling; in other words you've won the game &amp;that's just a fact of life. you either win or lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laid on my bed yesterday night staring at the ceiling. nothing was on my mind but my heart was tearing itself into pieces. the impact was so hard that i could feel the extreme pain. if i could cry a bucket, i would but i was too weak for that. i stayed awake till 2 in the morning, thinking of what i should do to make my life stop being so miserable like that. i missed those times when i used to work as a sales promoter and got home near to midnight which left me drained of energy and all i wanted to do was catch up on my sleep &amp;amp;only woke up when my alarm clock rang. because now, i am tired of tossing in bed, waiting for my eyes to shut by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked on the phone with preetyboy about how bad my studies are right now. i told him, at this rate im going, i can't graduate on time and he gave me words of encouragement that it's normal to do badly in the term test because you just started to get a hang of those new subjects. and then we went on &amp;he left me thinking for the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you don't want to help yourself, no one can help you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up in the morning finding myself to be greeted with his goodmorning message. it made me smile with these watery eyes from sleep. i placed my phone on my stomach and made a new promise that, i want to leave all those bad feelings behind and start a new chapter because i know i still have preetyboy to make my life a whole lot better.. and then i fell asleep. i woke up again at 12 and i can feel my heart smiling. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now during brunch, i sat on the chair at the dining table facing the window and looked out as i ate my Chicken Pie that momma made for me. like finally, all the energy came rushing back to me to start afresh. i was convinced that a new chapter in my life is about to begin because im turning twenty this year which means, it's time for me to settle down and take up the hairdressing course that ive been waiting for after my diploma. it's just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;ever since school resumed, i have been tied down with projects, assignments and reports for the major project. it sucks pretty well but im not the kind who gave up halfway and pursue for another thing. opposite sex isn't everything, it's the cert you're running for that write the journey of your life, if you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, let me have some good time with preetyboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1943.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116866768815625761?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116866768815625761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116866768815625761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116866768815625761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116866768815625761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-behind-every-bad-things-theres.html' title='for behind every bad things there&apos;s the good things'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116857543391931121</id><published>2007-01-12T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T15:21:05.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i need in this life is you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;you know, it's very unlike of me to be like this. i read a friend's blog yesterday &amp;it got me thinking the whole night. the whole lot of entry (yes, without a paragraph) really makes sense. something like, how far would you go loving someone more than you love yourself? and how hurt will you get when things just didn't go your way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall, all the good things will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got the point. funny how my mind seemed to wander elsewhere while i was designing this new layout. finally, i came to conclude that i should try not to depend on someone else anymore. i should get some rocking life out and yah, just "try" and "should". maybe i wouldn't get too disappointed in the end. i hate this feeling that im having right now. i just wish that i could type down almost &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; here but some things are just meant to be within me. i think im too paranoid. okay no, paranoid is not a cool word to describe me. i just think that i cannot put everything behind and pretend that im okay. like, smile even if it hurts. plain bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single night, my brain starts to "exercise" &amp;amp;finally just before 3am, i realised how much i can't get on with my life. it seems like every bad things just happened last night and it takes more than just a courage and strength to move on. im weak, so i got to admit that. &amp;amp;ive been having bad dreams that left me gasping for air or even find myself in tears. people around me who keeps hearing the changes in my voice, repeatedly asked me "hey, what's wrong?" or "are you okay?". damn, how i wish people can just read my mind and instantly know what im feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just tired of trying. can you please treat me better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116857543391931121?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116857543391931121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116857543391931121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116857543391931121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116857543391931121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-i-need-in-this-life-is-you.html' title='all i need in this life is you'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116844283394675253</id><published>2007-01-10T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T14:47:16.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our love song is on the repeat mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"this is going out to all the shorties around the world!"&lt;/strong&gt; haaaha. don't you just love this song? &amp;just as i thought, my preetyboy will smile to this song under a certain reason; not because if he's short, then what am i kan. it's the fact that it's Chris Brown, you see. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah, today marked the 10th day since New Year. i wouldn't complain much because when every time i tried to, i would repeatedly remind myself "..relax, it's only January". i still have them resolutions &amp;im proud to say that they're doing pretty fine. well that's a plus, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as promised, Sunday was heavenly nice. very much filled with love. my bf was down with one of a kind punya &lt;em&gt;mentel-&lt;/em&gt;ness. he changed our initial picnicking plan at the very very (oh VERY) last minute without even informing me of the new plan, that was to VivoCity. lucky me, i wasn't in shorts &amp;amp;a simple tee when he picked me up over at Tampines or i would be the center of attention at Vivo. you see preetyboy, your last minute changing of plan could just lead me to something unpleasant ok! mentel, never ever do that again hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before heading to Vivo, we dropped by Simpang Bedok for my lunch. muka kita muka simpang ape =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laughed so hard when preetyboy told me the purpose of going to Vivo - walk till our knees can't take it anymore. like, for real? okay whatever the purpose was, really. so we started off at Level3, cause that's where he parked his bike &amp;chose the outside environment first for some good old fresh air. few minutes later, we walked in &amp;amp;stopped by every nice stores. all i could remember was, we had fun in every store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/Image000-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i couldn't remember who gave up walking first but for sure, we were damn tired. as quoted by me: "jom duduk kat tangga matrep&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&lt;/strong&gt;minahrep (translate: let's sit at those matrep&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;minahrep's stairs." haaaha. it wasn't a joke anyway because seriously, the outside world of VivoCity is equivalent to the second home of Esplanade. well anyway, we sat at them staircase &amp;just cam-whore. like that's what we do best by now, hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/vivo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/Image023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/Image008-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/Image029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that picture seriously made an old antic picture and this picture (below) looks like we're from that &lt;em&gt;cha-cha-cha&lt;/em&gt; century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/Image026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;half an hour later, preetyboy fell asleep with his head resting on my knees while i, i tried to enlighten myself looking at all kinds of people. it sure made me smile for some reasons la. then everybody looked up &amp;amp;started pointing at the sky. i &lt;em&gt;'felt'&lt;/em&gt; something bright &amp;looked up. omg, did i see &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;? yes, that WOW &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; every Singaporean is talking about even up to today. &lt;strong&gt;SHOOTING STAR!!!&lt;/strong&gt; if someone was mean enough, he/she would happily video-ed cam/snapped a picture of my 2cm opened mouth. i sat still, looking at the beautiful shooting star with so much enthusiasm that for all i know, my right hand was already tapping on preetyboy's shoulder, telling him to wake up &amp;amp;witness the shooting star together with me BUT he woke up just seconds before the shooting star vanished into thin air. hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like any typical Singaporeans, i went "b, make a wish! make a wish!" &amp;then i closed my eyes, making a wish. read, &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;. because when i opened my eyes again, i saw a few people with their eyes still closed, ever still engrossed in making wishes i think. takmo gelojoh la people. &amp;amp;im certain that was the best wish i ever wished for. no regrets. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since preetyboy claimed that he missed riding his bike (iyelah, kan da ade license kereta sekarang hahaa), we went down to Orchard &amp;ate at MacDonald. double the smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&amp;amp;so, that was my pretty Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and, Monday..Tuesday..Wednesday, they were all spent with much love. see, i don't have to complain about anything just yet because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fucking leading a blissful life la y'all!&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/11597695-116844283394675253?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116844283394675253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116844283394675253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116844283394675253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116844283394675253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/01/our-love-song-is-on-repeat-mode.html' title='our love song is on the repeat mode'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116835273762670569</id><published>2007-01-09T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:25:37.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wrote you them letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i need to take a &lt;em&gt;fast&lt;/em&gt; break &amp;do this (oh, please!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01.&lt;/strong&gt; major project report is driving me crazy &amp;amp;how come IT students can already lick away their COMPILED major project report when engineering students have yet to send in their reports to the supervisor for editing before compiling? damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02.&lt;/strong&gt; im stress; &amp;i think school is bad bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03.&lt;/strong&gt; seriously, i didn't dump my blog la people. i have so many things to blog about &amp;amp;i even have pictures taken on Sunday to upload BUT i just couldn't find the prettiest time to actually sit &amp;just happily blog. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04.&lt;/strong&gt; is my phone dying on me again? how come people cannot hear my voice whenever i answered their calls? just maybe, it's time to trade for a brand new phone. ha! so you know the drill - only text messages are welcome hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05.&lt;/strong&gt; you people should really read this point. it's &lt;strong&gt;very very&lt;/strong&gt; important, i tell you. i love my boyfriend ever so much &amp;amp;we've been having a kickass time together. as quoted on preetyboy's friendster profile: "JANGAN KACAU!!". hahaa well that, that explains this very wide smile carved on my face. oh love! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, could you just give me one more day to update a proper entry with pictures? hoho.&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/11597695-116835273762670569?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116835273762670569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116835273762670569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116835273762670569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116835273762670569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wrote-you-them-letters.html' title='i wrote you them letters'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116807341714152882</id><published>2007-01-06T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T13:47:06.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i just got pissed for assuming that the song played in BugisCafe yesterday was from Perfect10. so i excitedly nudged preetyboy to sms 98.7 to 72346 to know the title of the song. wah, i smiled so wide when they replied me the current song's title and artist. today, i typed the title of the song at radioblogclub.com &amp;clicked play. to my disappointment, it wasn't that song that was playing, which means it wasn't from Perfect10 (probably Power98). grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seconds later i received a message from preetyboy saying that he misses me. so i took the chance to tell him how pissed i was &amp;amp;he replied: "Tu la i cakap. I da agak bukan 98.7. I rasa Warna la tu. k la, happy song searching." wahlau! one, since when Warna plays English song? two, happy song searching? b, i swear im going to dig my nose in front of you. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but i seem to get flu now and then &amp;it's bloody hell irritating la. okay, that's random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yesterday was yet another date for us (Friday mah!). &amp;amp;yesterday was a pretty bad noon because i had my presentation which i wasn't fully prepared at all. the reason - i just did the powerpoint slides and report the night before &amp;fell asleep at two freaking morning. read: &lt;strong&gt;fell asleep&lt;/strong&gt;. which means, i was halfway through everything when my world shut down. i woke up at nine &amp;amp;rushed through my powerpoint slides since its report dues on Monday. thus, i suffered from a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nice supervisor gave me a sweet comment about my presentation: "you need to speak louder because your voice is too soft for the audience. Try to be more firm and less gentle." haha, that's just me or maybe i was plain nervous. just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at two, preetyboy picked me up from school &amp;we headed to Lavender to check out new helmet for me. apparently, my helmet broke because of exerting full pressure by preetyboy. &amp;amp;it broke on the night of New Year. so on that night, i wore my helmet without the visor. cool shit right? well anyway, i was pretty choosy when i told preetyboy i only want a helmet with fins. finally, i decided on Pilot but today, i was thinking if i should get back to using Pro. sigh. for now, im helmet-less &amp;b, i didn't know wearing a full-face feels as if somebody just grab hold of your face &amp;amp;put it under the armpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we settled at CMK for a heavy lunch &amp;their chicken Briyani cost me a freaking five bucks. mahal sae! after which, we proceeded to survey more helmets. haha. at five, we went down to BugisCafe because preetyboy insisted on doing his report in his lappy. that was when i got the wrong song title. pfft! oh, he forgot to pull out his cash card from the IU &amp;amp;it got stolen (as usual la eh!). we headed to Esplanade next &amp;just fooled around. baby, i didn't dig my nose la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had nowhere else to go, so we went up to Youth Park's Kopitiam for Mee Goreng. haha, makan lagi. &amp;amp;then we cam-whore. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/kopitiam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;walked all the way to Ngee Ann City when it started to rain. seek shelter there while preetyboy finished up his Ripple ice-cream. boy, he kept eating like nobody's business and claimed that he's growing. haha. &amp;then he said im getting chubbier but loves my loose curls. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he can be s&lt;em&gt;ooo&lt;/em&gt; random la sometimes, like the gf la. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;this was when he drove on Thursday. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/kopitiam2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;okay, im bored on a Saturday afternoon. time to call up preetyboy. much&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116807341714152882?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116807341714152882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116807341714152882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116807341714152882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116807341714152882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/01/pretty-stuffs.html' title='pretty stuffs'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116787942508649812</id><published>2007-01-04T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T10:59:20.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..because life is about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;please don't look at me like that, but you can smile everso-wide to me because i just put up preetyboy's all-time favourite song. okay b, now you have an extra reason to hang around in my blog 24/7 &amp;kan, don't be too shy to reply to any tags if im not logged in or sleeping or something okay? BUT on one condition, be nice like me (cos im always nice), hehs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while in the car yesterday, omg he put this song on loud blast &amp;amp;went: "this is a must-have song." &amp;i smiled, cause he looked so cute when he was engrossed singing. itu sebab pasir ris semalam malam hujan lebat sampai handphone i tertinggal kat dalam kereta. haha, okay i kidding only la. love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner yesterday was as Simpang Bedok (my home as claimed by preetyboy). bah! &amp;amp;yesterday school reopened &amp;yesterday, i was so sleepy that i could barely walk &amp;amp;yesterday i went down to Parkway after school to check out on Topshop and left the store heart pain because i love this one particular top but i was damn bloody broke &amp;yesterday was my first tuition lesson for goddamnit 2hours. nasib aku tak tertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Tuesday, we headed to Bishan in the evening to fix preetyboy's clutch cable which was then claimed by his friend that: "alamak, your clutch cable can still tahan for another few months la." grr, sesungguhnya we were from preetyboy's home to bishan okay! then off we went to town because i wanted to dine at Long John Silver. iyelah, dengar-dengar pat town je ade LJS pe. walked from Cineleisure to Far East because preetyboy craved for their Fried Mars Bar but was disappointed to see the long queue so we went up to Route66 to check out on my peep-toe flats which preetyboy loves it &amp;amp;so, i bought it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, im happy cause like finally after a month of being broke, i bought something for myself (using sis' money, hoho!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had nowhere else to go, so he rode me to Kampung Glam Cafe for their Mee Goreng Kampung. ah yes, makan lagi la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/inlove2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one kan, he forced me to take another picture of him. mentel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;since school reopened on the following day, we decided to go home early. this is the best part because both of us got drenched as in real drenched (sampai undergarments semua basah) at TPE on the way to my house. sadly, he didn't bring our raincoats along &amp;we couldn't find any shelter on the expressway so we didn't stop. omg i squeezed both of my arms tightly because the rain was like poking me with needles. i reached home, drenched &amp;amp;mom laughed at me. okay, thanks ah eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;random:&lt;/strong&gt; i can't wait for end of January because that's when im going to feel loaded again.&lt;br /&gt;01. last month phone bill of $120 is still left unpaid.&lt;br /&gt;02. this month phone bill has yet to arrive in my letterbox. can you god&lt;strong&gt;damn&lt;/strong&gt;it imagine the outstanding bills??&lt;br /&gt;03. i badly want Route66's $70 bag.&lt;br /&gt;04. my $40 Thermal Curl Activator moisturizer is going to run dry on me soon.&lt;br /&gt;05. &amp;&amp;amp;of course, i wantttt to shop!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grrrr!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116787942508649812?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116787942508649812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116787942508649812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116787942508649812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116787942508649812'/><link rel='alternate' 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was so damn pack-&lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt;. so we made a u-turn &amp;amp;off to Cineleisure. ah yes la, so much for their "ah betol. situ ada fireworks, aku tak bedek!" pikir aku bodoh eh boleh ader fireworks pat tengah-tengah buildings. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, they should changed the dialogue to "ah betol. situ ada Banglas, aku tak bedek!". bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd at Orchard was mad. you turn right, confirm got Banglas. you turn left also confirm got Banglas. nasib up down takde. we killed the past midnight at Youth Park's Kopitiam. eh nisha, thanks for the (free) Bandung hor, haha! at 2am, preetyboy sent me to Downtown East to meet the little ones. &amp;that explained my 9hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, everyone has been asking me: "dirah, what's your new year's resolution?" and i threw them my sincere smile. actually, im too afraid of having a resolution because im afraid of hurting myself again. so ive lost weight &amp;amp;that was one of my 2006's resolution. im contented. 2006 had been a pretty great year for me, but towards the ending, it wasn't any near to what i expected. each year, i learnt something new &amp;somehow it taught me to be a better someone in life. but the ups and down ive went through, it will never be forgotten, cause they are the parts and parcels of my everyday life. up till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;i thank God for letting me witness the year 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guessed, everybody should have at least one new year's resolution. so cheers to mine: &lt;strong&gt;have a long-lasting and blissful love with the loved ones.&lt;/strong&gt; =)&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/11597695-116763705704462677?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597695.post-116756479134117128</id><published>2006-12-31T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T19:33:11.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown to 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;get your party hat ready &amp;amp;let's countdown to 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faster fetch me la preetyboy, i miss you already, hehs!&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/11597695-116756479134117128?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116756479134117128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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&amp; paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i wanna post an interesting plus random entry today &amp;it's basically for guys. yes, guys. i know that i do have avid guy readers so yah, like it's time to do something boys! go get your paper&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So guys, how well do you know your girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. It's your first normal date with her, and you've arranged to pick her up for dinner and a movie. She's wearing a sexy, special dress for you. What do you think?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) You had guessed that she would be dolled up because you've dropped hints about strapless dresses all week. You've dressed up too, and made sure to bring a warm jacket. Now she won't be cold at the movie - especially with your arms around her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) So what? You certainly didn't bother yourself. Worse, you don't notice she's wearing delicate heels and accidentally trip her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) You get angry and jealous because you know other guys will be looking at her. After sulking through dinner, you make her buy a shawl to cover up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) You compliment her on the dress. That's about it because you forgot to get the tickets for the sold-out movie, and you spend the rest of the evening arguing about what else to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. You didn't call her all weekend because you were busy helping your dad paint the house. You know she's miffed. You finally pick up the phone on Sunday night to call her and:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Say, "Hi sweetheart, did you miss me? Sorry i couldn't go out with you this weekend, but to make it up, i thought we could go for the concert next week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Put it back down instead. You're too tired to chat. You'll see her in school anyway, so you just send a goodnight SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Check if she's home. Accuse her of spending the weekend with someone else. After all, better to be angry at her than let her be angry at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Explain in detail all the painting that you've done over the weekend, forgetting to let her talk. You end up getting so defensive that she doesn't believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. If you had the chance, you would:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Give her a tender foot massage after a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Fall asleep when she says her shoulders are aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Get her to massage you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Let her go home to rest since she's so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. When she asks about your ex-girlfriend, what is she really looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) She just needs some reassurance that she is the one you care for now, and this is the perfect time to set her mind at rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) She's just being nosy, and you lie that she's your first girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) You tell her to mind her own business and that she should have more confidence in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) You launch into a long honest speech about how she's more beautiful and intelligent than the ex-girlfriend, only to find out that they are primary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. She asks if you'd like to spend the day with her - and her girlfriends. What is happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Her friends want to check you out. So you grit your teeth, groom yourself and spend the day with them making a good impression. You definitely don't want them to bitch badly about you afterwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) You beg off, citing a million different projects/ homework/ family obligations to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) You reason that if she wants to spend her time with her friends, you'd get together with your pals too. Anyway, you don't want to meet her friends - they're not hot enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) You gladly offer your manly services as they go shopping and getting their nails done together. Unfortunately, you get a little too close to one of her friends, and your girlfriend looks at you suspiciously the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the results? tag me your most alphabet (A, B, C or D) &amp;i'll tag you back your result! &lt;em&gt;*wink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway, the day was spent with preetyboy. it was simply love la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you datang cepat sikit la. i nak peluk-peluk you."&lt;/em&gt; hoho, my bf very the mentel one hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Holiday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: im gonna miss preetyboy tonight, tomorrow morning &amp;amp; tomorrow's whole afternoon. =( come back soon love. hugs&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;kisses.&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/11597695-116749746427000484?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116749746427000484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116749746427000484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116749746427000484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116749746427000484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/pen-paper_30.html' title='pen &amp; paper'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116740667098122272</id><published>2006-12-29T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T23:42:04.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wind it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;preetyboy told me to put up some fast song because according to him, slow song can make a reader sleep while reading a blog. well b, atleast your theory makes some sense but you know what, Tripod is currently down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was one pretty tiring day for the both of us, so we slept like a log last night from 9pm till morning. &amp;this morning i was awaken by his sweet good morning message &amp;amp;guess what, both of us were down with sorethroat (&lt;strong&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;) but that didn't stop him from messaging me this: "want to have breakfast together?" i swear at that point of time, i was only half-awake but upon reading the message, i replied a happy yes followed by an exclamation mark before jumping out of bed to shower. that's how (still) excited i am to meet my preetyboy even after a near of 4years together. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were like two semangat Singaporeans on the bike because we wore red. okay, that's not the point. the point is, he picked me up at 1015 &amp;we headed to East Coast's MacDonald. the usual - i had my Big Breakfast and he had his Hotcakes. since he brought along his laptop, we surfed the net before, while and after eating. hoho. you should witness how idiotic we were when we shifted from one place to another and then to another just to get an excellent signal strength. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he felt restless after surfing for 2hours and claimed this: "let's go elsewhere. i miss riding my bike ah since the day i got my car license." ceh! &amp;amp;he suggested to town. okay, now you read this following sentences &amp;please show him some love - (on bike) so while finding the exit to ECP, he saw a nice view of the beach and made another suggestion: "why not you do your assignment here using my laptop and i sleep? i brought a mat along". wah seh! this preetyboy ah, nak kene plangkung jugak tau! so he (cutely) made an illegal U-turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l268/fiqueilla/sleep1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we ended up - me trying so hard to focus on my assignment &amp;amp;preetyboy sleeping ever so soundly beside me. grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after an hour, i gave up trying to focus and switched off the laptop &amp;made noises but he didn't wake up. geram kan? then i felt something BIG crawling on my back. thinking it was just some big red ant, i slapped the &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; away &amp;to my horror, it wasn't an ant but i don't know what ugly creature it was. i got so shocked that i screamed &amp;amp;sat on preetyboy's back (since he was sleeping on his front). now THAT did woke him up. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time around, we really went to town. had mocha at Border's Coffee Bean &amp;did a little window shopping. =) walked to Far East Plaza &amp;amp;he sternly told me not to have Fried Mars Bar. baby, i already lost 2kg you know! well anyway, we had sorethroat so no to chocolate stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sent me off to meet my momma over at Bugis &amp;amp;off he went to fetch his momma from her workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;preetyboy, you know that i miss you! &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/11597695-116740667098122272?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116740667098122272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116740667098122272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116740667098122272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116740667098122272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/wind-it-up.html' title='wind it up'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116722866970363088</id><published>2006-12-27T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T13:43:30.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty too little for everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;first &amp; foremost, &lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATION PREETYBOY&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;now, no more whine whenever the weather don't permit our plans. we can have a ride in your car &amp;amp;you'll be the driver and i will have the seat beside you, setting my hair until i see a smile on your face. hehs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&amp;love, thank you for the family dinner yesterday over at Boon Keng. it was cool seeing you on the driver seat, hoho. AND don't ever forget to heed your mom's advice.; drive safely. hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, the initial plan was to meet nisha and romano around 4pm for a car ride BUT clever you know, preetyboy's father and brother brought their car key to work when the car was nicely parked in his apartment's carpark with no one using it. that's equal to &lt;em&gt;'got car but no key'&lt;/em&gt;. how? back to riding la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left the house at 11am to accompany sis for her lunch over at her workplace, Police Cantonment. seriously, i froze the moment i saw any guys in their police uniform when later, i was told by sis that many of them are actually serving their NS here &amp;i went 'chey!'. ha! after lunch, i had another 1.5hr to kill before preetyboy finished his work &amp;amp;ready to pick me up at Tampines. that 1.5hr was used wisely in the Cantonment's Library but like dumbshit, the internet died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the train ride to Tampines was a headache; maybe i need to start balancing my meal again &amp;i put Beyonce's Irreplaceable on repeat mode. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met preetyboy, romano and nisha over at Tampines before heading to East Coast Park for an early dinner. i didn't order any food to come along with my Milo Dinosaur because at that moment, i felt like vomiting. funny how my appetite come and go - told preetyboy that i felt like eating just after they finished their food (haha!) &amp;amp;decided to cancel the order when my food didn't come after waiting for like 20mins and then we walked off. hehs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/pool2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preetyboy sure was enjoying his food. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/pool4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the way they smiled when i told them to smile. clown right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sped to Downtown East to play pool (&lt;strong&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;). woohoo, da lamer babe tak main pool. for a moment, romano feeling famous when the counter boy recognized him by Rendy's younger brother. haha. tumpang glamour only him! &amp;so, let the game began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/pool1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it was so fun that i perspire for laughing too much &amp;amp;our cheeks hurt. hello double date, we should do it again some time, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/pool3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caption for the picture: when girl meets boy. (hoho)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;most importantly, i had fun; preetyboy had fun; nisha had fun; romano had fun; &lt;strong&gt;WE&lt;/strong&gt; had fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/pool5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*wet kisses to preetyboy*&lt;/em&gt; I LOVE YOU VERY THE MUCH MUCH!&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/11597695-116722866970363088?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116722866970363088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116722866970363088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116722866970363088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116722866970363088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/pretty-too-little-for-everything.html' title='pretty too little for everything'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116705238636032636</id><published>2006-12-25T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T21:13:06.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;..&amp;all i want for Christmas is &lt;a href="http://europe.nokia.com/P290945;JSESSIONID_NCOM=1n52FMHFMYJdcdBrQ1QQRXhyzGh5Hzhn2ZdhPkkqQLMjDkWgnLLL!-979607851"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&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/11597695-116705238636032636?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116705238636032636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116705238636032636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116705238636032636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116705238636032636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas_25.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116704371255284439</id><published>2006-12-25T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T18:48:32.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep it going for you and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;well maybe, i got this all&lt;strong&gt;of&lt;/strong&gt;a&lt;strong&gt;sudden&lt;/strong&gt; fever just because i kissed the sick preetyboy. now you can't blame me if i said the temptation is just &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; high? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the record, i stayed in bed the whole day yesterday. let's just say i woke up at 330 to bathe &amp;630 to eat. other than that, i slept like nobody's business even though my aunt came over with her daughter for some pizza party. yesterday, it was planned that some of the bloggers were supposed to play spray party cum celebrating Christmas over at Orchard but oh well. &amp;amp;i was supposed to witness my cousin's grand wedding that ive been looking forward since last week but again, oh well. it just sucks to get sick at the wrong time. and today, i skipped on meeting preetyboy's friend for Christmas dinner just because this headache won't go away. everything is like god&lt;strong&gt;damn&lt;/strong&gt;it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, to make things a little chirpy, saturday's shopping was a breeze; no, more to just touch and go for me. after the car ride, i can conclude that my sister's bf is a bad driver cause he drifted at one of the traffic lights. poor taxi-driver had to step on the brake &amp;let the drifting took place. haha. like what, i flung from the right side of the back seat to the left side, splat-ing my face at the little one's shoulder. &amp;amp;i guess all policemen are crazy, just like him la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early dinner was at BugisCafe &amp;there, i didn't have to fork out a single money and god knows how good i enjoyed my Fish &amp;amp; Chip. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;followed by shopping where the two great younger sisters made their own speech: "kak, can i have this? yes, this one." and she'll pay for it. hello, it's not easy okay to make my sister and her boyfriend go shopping with us. haha. i badly want to buy a pair of grey skinny jeans but i couldn't find it &amp;amp;by that time, the couple had to leave for some dinner over at a friend's wedding. perhaps, next time. but i bought a dress, so that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 7.30pm, i dropped by Tampines to meet preetyboy who then decided to have dinner at Lau Pa Sat. gfs, i had satay again!! hoho. then, we had no where to go so we went over to Scarlet Hotel to meet his friend. psst, tomorrow is your gf's birthday right? hehs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's it. i miss the boyfriend &amp;amp;i can't wait to meet him tomorrow. love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116704371255284439?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116704371255284439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116704371255284439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116704371255284439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116704371255284439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/keep-it-going-for-you-and-me.html' title='keep it going for you and me'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116685159935476377</id><published>2006-12-23T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T13:26:39.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>without a reason, it feels like you're belonged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it has been you all along..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my initial plan was to have a picnic &amp;just chill around but preetyboy insisted on something indoor, so off we went to town (again). on the bike, i received a message from nisha asking us out to play pool together with romano. after much sending of messages after messages on the bike, i managed to make them come all over to Far East to have lunch at Cahaya together. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..well, im glad things are getting on track. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since romano &amp;amp; nisha had $18 as in together and not each (!!), they had to pass on catching a movie with us. Lido was omg, the queue stretched up all the way to the back so we stroked Lido out of our list of movies. we killed some time by hanging out at Border's Coffee Bean before heading to Cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tickets to the movie 'Night At The Museum' was selling so damn fast that we had no choice but to catch the 6.50pm show. &amp;for you info, it was only 5pm when we wanted to buy the 5.30pm show. since we had more time to kill, we decided to walk all the way back to Far East Plaza carpark to park his bike at Youth Park so it'll be much nearer for us to get to the bike after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/orc4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the movie was awesome la! &amp;amp;the best part was, we can't stop laughing throughout the movie. it was worth our $9 each, trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/orc3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;now, im missing the boyfriend so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im looking forward for the little shopping with sister &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;her boyfriend later. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great weekend. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;i became somebody through loving you.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11597695-116685159935476377?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116685159935476377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597695.post-116675912913248825</id><published>2006-12-22T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T11:46:40.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when they we're in love, they're right =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;is the red colour font in or something? because people have been using red colour font on my msn &amp;ive been using red too. or oh, is it because Christmas is near? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, yesterday was another outing with the boyfriend. like finally we met in the late afternoon since the morning plan to have breakfast with preetyboy during his break was ruined due to what? the buses and cabs did not help me at all. i hate rainy days, grr. i refused to go home because home is boring so i walked back &amp;amp; fro waiting patiently for his dear call, which my phone finally rang at 5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since preetyboy was hungry, we went all the way to Kampung Glam Cafe for their Mee Goreng Kampung. i was too full by then, so we shared a plate. after which, we wanted to catch a movie over at Suntec BUT some moron guy booked four halls which caused Suntec's cinema to close to public. since Suntec is so damn big, we walked in to one of this store which sells small toys at a high price. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/suntec8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was the excited one, hoho! &amp;i know somehow in that picture, he looks like a schoolboy. alala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/suntec1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preetyboy has a thing for those. afterall, he's still nineteen years old. gee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;then off to Toy R Us while waiting for dear panata's call (to tell me about the timing in Marina's cinema).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/suntec5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's walk in to Toy R Us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;omg, you should see how childish my boyfriend can get. member da start planning nak belikan mainan ape untuk anak dia la! haha. look at his face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/suntec2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;childish plus cute. love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;after a few rounds, i got jealous of him not becoming the photographer so i made noise: iyelah, phone i full dengan you nyer muka aje ape! haha. without feeling a little shy, i handed him my phone &amp;he began snapping my pictures even when i was in the middle of talking. hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/suntec4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/suntec3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;on the way down to the carpark, we saw a place selling toys (yet again!). so we went to check out those toys &amp;amp;i was hooked to this cute remote caterpillar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/suntec6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;alright girls &amp;amp; boys, it's time to head to town for the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/suntec7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Orchard Road was a killer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: please don't bring any side boxes if you have the intention of taking the Orchard Road. hehs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116675912913248825?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116675912913248825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116675912913248825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116675912913248825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116675912913248825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-they-were-in-love-theyre-right.html' title='when they we&apos;re in love, they&apos;re right =)'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116662418559144368</id><published>2006-12-20T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:21:30.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ride that will never end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i hope heaven was by my side when i took the risk to forgive you. &amp;amazingly, it didn't rain today. i guessed god heard my prayers but didn't exactly hear the part when i asked for a smooth TP test. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, on last Monday, i was down with not&lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt;bad flu but that didn't stop me from going out to meet the bf &amp;amp;spent some quality time with him. we kept messaging each other about where to go and finally preetyboy came up with something cool - let's go wireless at East Coast's MacDonald. i thought the plan was awesome when i could only thought of "I want to blog, can?" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/ecp4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the journey was bad when we headed to ECP &amp;i had to wear my raincoat but the cool thing about the ride was, we killed the boredom on bike by sharing earpiece and listening to nice songs on my mp3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/ecp3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetly, it didn't rain at ECP itself. grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i told you that i had the intention of blogging BUT i was too obsessed with preetyboy's friend's multiply looking at all the 80 pictures taken during their trip to Thailand that i lost the interest to blog. so i bloghopped with preetyboy over a meal of Filet O Fish and MacChicken. after 2hours, the laptop died on me &amp;amp;so we cam-whored. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/ecp1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;being at ECP will never be complete without walking along the beach. kept the laptop in his bike's sidebox &amp;off to the beach. found a cool place &amp;amp;that's where we admired the sea. but as usual, this bf here will never fail to lie on my lap &amp;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/ecp5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was fidgeting with my phone when i decided to snap the above picture without him knowing, hoho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;half an hour later, he woke up &amp;amp;then it was my turn to sleep. haha. don't blame me, i got really sleepy looking at how nice you were enjoying your beauty sleep without me, totally. oh, there was this man who came all alone to the beach, got himself half-naked (with only his swimming trunk) and backstroked 20m away from the shore. i was so scared la that i thought he wanted to kill himself or something. truthfully, i was waiting for him to wave his hands frantically in air &amp;just struggle. one chinese girl who happened to witness his craziness even shouted "you mad man! come back to the shore la!" haha. seconds later, he swam back all the way to the shore &amp;amp;everybody who kpo-ly/secretly waited for his return (like me, haha!) was shocked to see his body. afterall, he was just swimming and building up the muscles. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second time that he backstroked again, everybody couldn't be bothered to look at him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before leaving the place at 4.15pm due to my driving at 4.45pm, preetyboy bought McFlurry in the name of temptation. hehs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/ecp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;just now was yet another love meet-up with the boyfriend. sweet. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/ecp6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; you boyfriend!&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/11597695-116662418559144368?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116662418559144368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116662418559144368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116662418559144368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116662418559144368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/ride-that-will-never-end.html' title='the ride that will never end'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116651917660709217</id><published>2006-12-19T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T17:06:16.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you any wool?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;sunday. like finally some of the bloggers managed to come out &amp;meet for a dinner at Lau Pa Sat. to Shashadoll and BabySassy who can't make it, boohoo! you girls just missed the fun, hoho. but you know what, we're planning for a late night party on the eve of Christmas. &lt;em&gt;*wink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/sunday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/39"&gt;( this is what you call LOVE )&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the plan was to meet at Raffles mrt at 6pm but at 5pm, i was still chatting with Sayuri stressing on what to wear since it's raining elephant&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;dinosaur. oh girl, our boyfriends were a great help indeed. hehs! so as usual, i came late at 640pm &amp;the drinks were on me, ha! we walked down to Lau Pa Sat &amp;amp;took nearly half an hour &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to decide what to eat but to decide where to sit. it was hilarious la when we kept changing places &amp;sneaked our way out to another place since the menus were all on the table. finally we spotted good seats; good as in able to cam-whore (haha!). but less than 5minutes, it started to rain again, like wth?! so we changed place AGAIN. sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/food.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me the prawns looked extra delicious; yummy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we finished the food but the rain didn't stop, so we talked&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&lt;/strong&gt;gossiped for nearly 45minutes. it was cool, they're loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, we headed to the washroom &amp;amp;paid a freaking 20cents. we spent a mere 15minutes in the toilet, admiring ourselves infront of the long mirror, haha. to quote shab: that was worth our 20cents. yes, like totally!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked (for shab)/ran (for me, aisha &amp;sayuri) to Raffles mrt to get to City Hall. according to shab, she cant run in heels, haha! next destination; the Esplanade. the initial plan was to chill&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&lt;/strong&gt;cam-whore by the bay but it was raining, so we walked around in Esplanade where we stumbled upon a booth called "Let's Make A Wish". being the typical Singaporean, we walked towards the booth &amp;amp;the nice guy gave us a marker and a diamond-like metal piece each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&amp;so i wrote and wished "happy long-lasting relationship with the bf &amp;amp; long-lasting friendship with the gfs" &amp;signed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the diamond-like metal piece came with a string attached to it. we were supposed to hang it at one of the lampposts along the Esplanade Bay. due to the rain, we ran out &amp;amp;quickly hang it before running back in again. omg, girls are crazy &amp;boys are boring. haha. to kill time, those girls bought brownies over at Mrs. Field &amp;amp;we hang out there (plus cam-whore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day ended with preetyboy coming all the way from home to Esplanade just to fetch the gf. i love you la boyfriend! &amp;i love you girls too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is the plan: late night party on Sunday cum eve of Christmas. what&lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt;hell, i need a gateway out!! more bloggers are invited hor! &amp;amp;on the first week of February, Sentosa!! &amp;shab, make sure you bring along your umbrella &amp;amp;your high-rated SPF okay? hehs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: will update more about yesterday's outing with preetyboy. sweet!&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/11597695-116651917660709217?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116651917660709217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116651917660709217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116651917660709217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116651917660709217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/have-you-any-wool.html' title='have you any wool?'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116634491451002527</id><published>2006-12-17T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T16:43:11.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peaches &amp; cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;did i tell you how much i love Fridays, Saturdays &amp; Sundays? that much! Friday is always my dating day with preetyboy. so for last Friday after my (last) paper, preetyboy picked me up from school &amp;amp;we headed to town. town was love plus a little sick when you're broke. gah! b, i love their Christmas trees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1789.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we walked from Somerset to Orchard, having so much fun eating ice-cream while walking &amp;laughing. i wanted to snap&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;snap pictures but there were too many people that preetyboy thought it would be such a shame to take out your camera &amp;freaking mind your own snapping business. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, atleast i got this Christmas tree in front of Paragon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i knew it! i bumped into Flyzah &amp;amp;her boyfriend BUT that gf was too engrossed talking to the salesman at a phone roadshow that i daren't go near her to say 'hi' or she'll probably swing her hand at me. haha, kidding la gf! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, we were bored of town &amp;decided to drop by Esplanade before meeting preetyboy's Varadero friends over at Simpang Bedok at 9pm. due to the heavy traffic from Somerset to Esplanade (and the fact that it took a freaking 25minutes to finally reach Esplanade), we gave Esplanade a miss &amp;amp;headed straight to Simpang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Saturday, i had my driving practical at 6pm straightaway after preetyboy's driving practical. yes, we have the same driving instructor. haha, coolness right? as usual, i came late so preetyboy had to fetch me from a nearby bustop to the driving centre. hoho. i seriously need to practice more for my upcoming TP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1797.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;this boyfriend was too sweet to wait an exact 1.5hour for me. love you. oh, that was the Levi's top i bought for him 2years ago. &lt;em&gt;*wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;since i had dinner with the families at 9.30pm, we killed some time by adjusting his bike's lights &amp;amp;hang around under a void deck (plus cam-whore!!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1791.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/vanity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that shows how vain i can get everytime we reached a destination. mahu touch-up mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/vanity2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varadero is LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1790.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preetyboy, stop fooling around will you? bah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;later on, dinner with the bloggers over at Lau Pa Sat. this &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; the blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;peace!&lt;/span&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/11597695-116634491451002527?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116634491451002527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116634491451002527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116634491451002527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116634491451002527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/peaches-cream.html' title='peaches &amp; cream'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116629330452883051</id><published>2006-12-17T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T02:21:44.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was this love that brought us here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i'll update soon (with pictures) cause the weekends are god&lt;strong&gt;damn&lt;/strong&gt;it great la. &lt;em&gt;*wink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;..&amp;amp;i miss you too, preetyboy. sweet dreams!&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/11597695-116629330452883051?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116629330452883051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116629330452883051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116629330452883051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116629330452883051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-was-this-love-that-brought-us-here.html' title='it was this love that brought us here'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116615061006151564</id><published>2006-12-15T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T10:43:30.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you poison my life with love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;can you please just stop poisoning my mind? i feel so sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;just as i thought my late night study yesterday was bad with preetyboy having to work night shift, he texted me a sweet message: "Hoi.. I boring se.. And i miss u.." haha. i couldn't stop smiling &amp;ran to the home phone to call him. it was after a few rings that he answered the phone. "b, i can't talk on the phone but i can message you." hoho, okay love! sometimes, i do things without thinking when im too happy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preetyboy kept reminding me to study and study and study because he doesn't want to see me failing here and there. he even gave a cool suggestion: "if you're tired from studying, go use the computer for a while &amp;amp;then back to your books." grr. you macam paham aje ah &amp;he laughed when i said that. told you, this boy is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, on the last few days that preetyboy came over to my place, i laid my head on his shoulder &amp;amp;we talked almost about us. just us. how us being in a 4years relationship doesn't feel that time is really passing real quick because we don't have anniversary (he thought having anniversary before getting married was crap), how relationship really has its ups and downs &amp;how strong each of us tried to stay and solve a problem. it was all because under two reasons; we love each other &amp; we need each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im changing for the better &amp;amp;im way too glad how everyone around me try to give me some much confidence and support. seriously, i can see a big difference between me (the last time) and me (now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all because of the one i dearly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first day we talked to each other, he was the one who taught me about life when my life started to drift away in secondary school days; he was the one who gave me so much advice that in life, you need a goal; and he was the listening ear who made my days even much better. &amp;it was so complete when i had my bad days and he told me that somebody out there really care for me and will always be there for me &amp;amp;that i didn't see it. boy, he was referring to himself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, im &lt;em&gt;sooo &lt;/em&gt;drifting away when im supposed to be studyng for my last paper, like now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just need you to tell me something. how to survive the upcoming two weeks holiday without money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goddamnit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116615061006151564?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116615061006151564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116615061006151564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116615061006151564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116615061006151564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-poison-my-life-with-love.html' title='you poison my life with love'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116609827092345803</id><published>2006-12-14T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T20:18:00.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just breathe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1773.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;mugging; just one &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; subject, one &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; day to go. breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/muchLOVE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/muchLOVE2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nurul &amp; syasya&lt;/strong&gt;; the love companion i will never ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;message received today at 9.36am by preetyboy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;b, good luck for your paper.. I love u b.. Call i bile da habis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;..&amp;preetyboy, that good luck message for me this morning assured me that i will never let you down in my studies. i will make you proud so that we both can go through our school days together &amp;amp;forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broadband Technologies paper just now was a breeze, as in if you study, you'll be able to score well. well i, i think it's pretty okay. atleast i managed to write something nice in the booklet. &amp;amp;later in the afternoon, Network Security paper was bad. all i can say is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"have a good laugh marking my booklet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116609827092345803?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597695.post-116598594805180293</id><published>2006-12-13T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T20:18:22.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with all the words you said to me, i love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/moveit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;haha. like finally, lut sent that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MUGGING TP-ians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(except for Mecha people who are done with their Term Test, stopid!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;preetyboy came over to my place again after his paper at 10.30am. he literally forced me to cook maggi for him. haha, i guessed he knows that im only good at preparing maggi. after that, preetyboy told me to take out our photo album for him to see all the latest pictures. &amp;boy, he smiled so wide upon seeing all those pictures taken years ago. like im soo fat&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;chubby and he's chubby too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you tengok ah saper jaga you sekarang. sebab tu you da kurus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes la, love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he fall asleep minutes later while waiting for his working time. &lt;em&gt;*wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad just called mom to ask her if she wants another cat at home. hoho, now dad is into cats simply because right now our family cat is damn cute&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;playful. we love him to bits la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/pussylove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you believe me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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you'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116585227511940733</id><published>2006-12-11T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:51:15.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not a game you called 'pretend'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;it is called grateful, not proud. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;last Friday was Jurong Bird Park &amp;just yesterday was Singapore Zoological Garden. soon, im going to be one of the tourists. preetyboy said this to me: "now my family has eight people, no longer six." &amp;amp;i asked him a simple why. he replied: "it's automatic that now you and fiza (his bro's gf) are part of my family." at that moment of time, only god knows how wide my heart smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;it's a cool shit thing that his family car can really be able to fit eight people. just nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they fetched me from home at 11.45am (and guess what time preetyboy woke me up? 8.45am!!). stopped by at Caltex to get the car washed before picking up his bro's gf over at Bedok Reservoir. the journey was great; i just don't know why i cannot stop myself from smiling &amp;laughing in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/blogzoo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/38"&gt;(WELCOME TO SINGAPORE ZOOLOGICAL GARDEN)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if you noticed, i have more than three unglamorous shots all taken by preetyboy. &lt;em&gt;snip snap snip snap&lt;/em&gt;; like he's the photographer for the day. we did stopped for a while for a not&lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt;heavy lunch. his mum was very nice to pack some sandwiches, nuggets and rice for us. so i shared a packet of rice with preetyboy who forced me to eat as much as him. grr. &amp;love, it was you who taught me how to hold the cup when drinking. thanks for the smile, somehow it made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towards 5pm, everyone was feeling so lethargic that we all fall asleep in the car &amp;amp;god knows where his brother drove us for dinner. dinner was at East Point's Banquet &amp;kan, after dinner, somebody got a pair of shoe for free la. &lt;em&gt;wahpianggg!&lt;/em&gt; anak manja or what?! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day ended pretty much with love. love, the night talk we had yesterday was great. i was full of smiles and shyness when you called me beautiful. haha, seronok seminit okay! &amp;amp;i told him the 101 reasons why i love him until he told me to stop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"b, you have to stop now if not, you won't have any sweet things to talk about me tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning just now, preetyboy came over to my place &amp;thanks for the morning kisses bf! it did perked me up for the rest of the day. oh, &amp;amp;did you grab my butt when i hugged you to say goodbye? haha, i still love you la. &amp;dear bf, thanks for the double kisses you gave me on the forehead; thanks for studying with me; thanks for having breakfast with me. it was simply love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight, sweetheart.&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/11597695-116585227511940733?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116585227511940733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116585227511940733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116585227511940733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116585227511940733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-not-game-you-called-pretend.html' title='it&apos;s not a game you called &apos;pretend&apos;'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116559893332035238</id><published>2006-12-08T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:39:53.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you told me to stand up whenever i fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l148/msbonkerz/jbpblog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/37"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more photos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jurong Bird Park was love even though we strongly think that the zoo is thousand times better. the day started off an hour late from the initial meet-up time (thanks to the &lt;em&gt;drama-mama&lt;/em&gt; couple, haha). we stopped by Loyang Point for (cheap) drinks&amp;snacks compared to those sold in Jurong Bird Park. &amp;amp;the journey to there was scary when preetyboy chased after a taxi for cutting his lane damn near. to think that he got the time to dig for a dollar coin from his pocket to throw at the taxi's window. of course i couldn't do much as the pillion. bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the next moment, preetyboy slowed down while it was afiq's turn to give the taxi a chase. like seriously, have they forgotten about their pillion or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we enjoyed every bird shows. what's not; i was one of the volunteers when they needed one &amp;my job was to hold the hula hoop tightly for the parrot to fly through it. aku macam budak bodoh okay, tapi best jugak ah pasal burung tu terbang dekat-dekat aku, haha. i love the eagles la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illa like kental sia scared to feed the emu. hoho! (that's something random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 4pm, we headed to Al-Ameen at Clementi for a heavy lunch before heading to VivoCity. omg, why are all the matreps and minahreps there? we got bored of VivoCity after a few hours of walking &amp;amp;decided to go our separate ways at 8pm after the girl still stubbornly wanted to go to a chalet even after being warned by the policeman over&amp;over again (okay, that's an inside joke btw). get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i refused to go home, so i told preetyboy to take me to Changi beach for some fresh air. after much thought, he brought me to Simpang Bedok for their Neslo instead. okay cool shit, now im soo addicted to Neslo &amp;amp;that's the reason why i cannot sleep even past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was love! &amp;tomorrow's Lime Flea Market day &amp;amp;&amp;on Sunday, im still thinking whether i should visit the Zoo with preetyboy's family or to my cousin's house. the thing is, im broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hey girlfriend, we both know that the slut has nothing better to do than ruining people's relationship. let me know if she tries anything funny again, cos i swear i want to slap her freaking face. meanwhile, play the game with her and make her drop till she begs for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;slut, if you're reading this, wake up! you're just seventeen and it's time for you to get your real ass out of your brain. stop acting like you're so damn good&amp;nice plus stop publicizing that you're an emotional bitch. fact is, move on la because no one is giving you a fucking good old care! stop hanging around us &amp;amp;get a fucking life la. cheers. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116559893332035238?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116559893332035238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116559893332035238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116559893332035238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116559893332035238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-told-me-to-stand-up-whenever-i.html' title='you told me to stand up whenever i fall'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116550595014460297</id><published>2006-12-07T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:39:10.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birds chirping and you're laughing; my joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i slept at 2am yesterday due to the last minute of studying for my Broadband Technology quiz today. even so, i gave up on the last calculation because i know nuts about the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 30minutes test seemed rather funny because i handed up my paper only after 10minutes i sat for it. da gitu, confident sae senyum-senyum pat cikgu tu. haha. well hopefully, i didn't get a poor zero. after which, lunch was at Simpang with preetyboy before he sent me over to illa's house for a little therapy (that we both need).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/gf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;it was good&amp;crazy when she started digging out all the past years photos and my i&lt;strong&gt;dont&lt;/strong&gt;know&lt;strong&gt;how&lt;/strong&gt;many&lt;strong&gt;years&lt;/strong&gt;ago birthday present. it was a diary full of emotional words and pictures. damn it la, i couldn't stop reading it out loud and burst out laughing. for a real reason, i forgot what the fight was all about. so i went through each&amp;amp;every old photos and omg, i started rolling on the floor upon seeing this one particular &lt;em&gt;sungguh kental&lt;/em&gt; picture of someone which i dared illa to put it up on her blog. well, let's see. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/gf2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/gf3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;trust me, it was 2years ago when i stopped playing the keyboard. so just now i sounded like a small kid banging on the keyboard when she forced me to play a song or two. &amp;then, she just had to play a dangdut song on the keyboard. wahpiangg! it was because of you that i sang a dangdut song on the bike just now o-kay &amp;amp;preetyboy asked me what was that coming out from my mouth. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know, i love you still. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/gf4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;right on! double date with fiqueilla tomorrow to Jurong Bird Park. love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: there's only two reasons why i love to stare at people. one, you're just beautiful. two, you're just weird&lt;strong&gt;CUM&lt;/strong&gt;pathetic. but oh well, you fall on the latter one. so yah, stop trying &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; hard to be a superstar (cause fact is, you're not). you're just plain arrogant &amp;amp;nothing as in NOTHING BUT TRIES TO BE SOMETHING. cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116550595014460297?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116550595014460297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116550595014460297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116550595014460297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116550595014460297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/birds-chirping-and-youre-l_116550595014460297.html' title='birds chirping and you&apos;re laughing; my joy'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116546712090869611</id><published>2006-12-07T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:52:01.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;our lovestory</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/Image008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;for a reason, i still love you &amp;amp;will forever do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116546712090869611?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116546712090869611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116546712090869611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116546712090869611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116546712090869611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-lovestory.html' title=';our lovestory'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116475542794132752</id><published>2006-11-29T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T07:10:29.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna say "I Love You" so bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so this is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;the game starts without a rule.&lt;br /&gt;before you know it, i was full of tears.&lt;br /&gt;bad nights seem to take forever,&lt;br /&gt;good nights don't stay.&lt;br /&gt;you set the template of love for me,&lt;br /&gt;and walk away with an empty content.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well i, if i know only the 'honeymoon' period defines your love, care and attention,&lt;br /&gt;i would have left you to be a stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you don't know how much you've just stabbed a girl's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can someone make me so sad?&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna say &lt;strong&gt;"I Love You"&lt;/strong&gt; so bad after a sleepless night.&lt;br /&gt;..&amp;amp;whenever i closed my eyes, vision of you lingered around.&lt;br /&gt;but i, i will wait for your call.&lt;/span&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/11597695-116475542794132752?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116475542794132752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116475542794132752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116475542794132752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116475542794132752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wanna-say-i-love-you-so-bad.html' title='i wanna say &quot;I Love You&quot; so bad'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116467883055808700</id><published>2006-11-28T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T09:53:50.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;01. i am having pimple outbreak &amp;it's so not cool la.&lt;br /&gt;02. i think im losing my curls pretty soon &amp;amp;400bucks is so not funny.&lt;br /&gt;03. i have an outstanding phone bills to settle.&lt;br /&gt;04. but i am so flat broke; like totally.&lt;br /&gt;05. i am having my &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; Project Judging tomorrow &amp;it bloodyhell freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;06. there's so many things i want to buy but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;07. i just want to spend some quality time with preetyboy.&lt;br /&gt;08. without having to worry about my unfinished projects.&lt;br /&gt;09. i think im deprive of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;10. &amp;amp;you know what, i am perfume-less. damn it la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, i just thought listing all those can make me feel a little happier (which is totally not working la). grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: dear (you-know-who) bloggers, let's plan a meetup &lt;strong&gt;cum&lt;/strong&gt; chilling session sometime on next weekend? i should be a little stress about my projects, hehs! leave me a tag or two (especially shab, aisha, sayuri &amp;amp;my kutu gf, shasha). hoho!&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/11597695-116467883055808700?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116467883055808700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116467883055808700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116467883055808700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116467883055808700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/make-me-happy.html' title='make me happy'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116454195470686013</id><published>2006-11-26T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:52:34.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rise and shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;knowing the fact that im flat broke, i still had to go along with the plan; sister &amp;cousin outing. it was my little one who did all those shopping, grabbing almost everything that she longed to buy with her &lt;em&gt;tak habis-habis&lt;/em&gt; raya collection. &amp;amp;i just watched the red notes coming out from her purse. if only i don't have to pay for my outstanding phone bill, it will be a whole lot better spending on some nice stuffs. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/a6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we dropped by Tampines to get the little one's contact lens and a pair of sandal. like wth, she just needed to use her $20 Isetan voucher before it expires next month. &amp;to think that she refused to let me have it when i told her i wanted to use that voucher on a bag that i saw. she's so mean; im just waiting for my pay to come in at the end of January. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took the train &amp;headed to Far East Plaza. walked a couple of rounds &amp;amp;i just had to enter every store which sells damn nice bags. okay fine, so this brown bag from Route69 caught my attention. $69.90, grr. finally we got bored of Far East &amp;decided to take a bus to Marina Square or Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the road sucks but the scenery was too awesome that i remembered shrieking alone in the bus when i saw this huge Christmas tree in front of Paragon. quickly, i called up preetyboy: b, the lights at Orchard are damn gorgeous. you have to see it yourself. &amp;amp;please bring me here on the eve of Christmas. hehs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alighted at Suntec City &amp;walked all the way to Esplanade a.k.a always-infested-by-matreps-and-minahreps. we sat along the river when i couldn't stand those two girls who talked so loud with the minahrep's accent. seriously, it turned me off. to avoid getting sore eyes, we took the escalator to the rooftop. okay, much better except that there were too many emo guys and girls. sigh, why can't everyone just be normal &amp;amp;simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we chose the best spot &amp;cam-whored. haha, like that's the motive of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/a3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/a2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the self-timer shots, hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/a4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to get a little crazy and cranky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;on the same night, the little one got her z610i phone. serious shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/a5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;and dirah macam step paham taught the little one on how to use the phone when im an avid user of Nokia. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116454195470686013?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116454195470686013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116454195470686013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116454195470686013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116454195470686013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/rise-and-shine.html' title='rise and shine'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116442765251452915</id><published>2006-11-25T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T12:10:52.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best therapy, i got it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/CopyofPICT1513.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(she is the reason why im smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/34"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;for one thing im sure of, girlfriends are the best therapy if you ever feel damn low about your bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&amp;amp;the night ended at Changi Village for my all-time favourite Nasi Ayam Penyek. yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116442765251452915?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116442765251452915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116442765251452915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116442765251452915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116442765251452915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/best-therapy-i-got-it.html' title='the best therapy, i got it'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116430057722743085</id><published>2006-11-24T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:49:37.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is from me to you, love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;get well soon preetyboy. i &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; you. =)&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/11597695-116430057722743085?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116430057722743085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116430057722743085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116430057722743085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116430057722743085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-from-me-to-you-love.html' title='this is from me to you, love'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116421008385870174</id><published>2006-11-22T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:41:24.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i became someone, from loving you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/love-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;the reason why we love each other; we do stupid things everywhere. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i was down with a bad stomachache yesterday night after dinner at Simpang Bedok. it must either be the Prata Bomb or the Neslo (Nescafe + Milo) drink. either which, i can't stop running to the toilet &amp;squeeze my stomach. &amp;amp;today morning, i carried an empty plus flat tummy to school and what's worst than having a 2hours lecture to start the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was my trial Project Judging and to tell you the truth, it's not even done yet. luckily i still had the guts to present the unfinished project, hoho. but that's not the point. the point is, after so long of not presenting a project in front of real people, i trembled a lot even to the extend of if i put my upper and lower teeth together, i can hear them hitting against each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it went pretty good when my supervisor told us to do just a little touch up &amp;everything will be just fine on the real judging day. boy, you don't how much burden is off my shoulder now; you don't know how &lt;em&gt;'light'&lt;/em&gt; i'm feeling right now. it feels goddamnit great la, woohoo! but assignments and reports are still stealing my good sleep away. bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed to East Coast today after school to catch up with the good old times we used to have. it's frustrating how all those assignments, reports and projects can take away the long minutes and hours we put aside for each other. after buying some junks from 7-11, we took a stroll along the beach before finding a spot to sit &amp;just talk. it's been some time since i last saw preetyboy talked without a fullstop, hahaa. &amp;amp;i especially miss it when he loves to interrupt me by teasing how much expression i had on my face just to tell him a story i had in mind. you see, he can be so mean sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, im a little hyperactive right now because i just woke up from a supposedly-short-nap sleep. i came home with a heavy head &amp;thought that i needed some time to close my eyes &amp;amp;rest my head before taking a bath. thank god i woke up to the loud ringtone call from preetyboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay people, because im excited about this event, i am &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; going to inform all TP students out there that there will be &lt;strong&gt;TP's Jam and Hop&lt;/strong&gt; on the 1st of December at the Sports Hall. please bring along your matriculation card (to prove you are a student from TP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, did you watch today's Project Runway? Kayne Gillaspie's gold dress is damn drop dead gorgeous la, like TOTALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116421008385870174?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116421008385870174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116421008385870174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116421008385870174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116421008385870174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-became-someone-from-loving-you.html' title='i became someone, from loving you'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116404341912389194</id><published>2006-11-20T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T01:23:39.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another rough road journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;before anything else gets into my way, this is for her: HAPPY&lt;strong&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/strong&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;strong&gt;ALLY&lt;/strong&gt;! may you be blessed with all the good things, sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/P10406871.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;trust me, i searched high and low for the birthday's girl friendster profile but i can't find it &amp;ended up with a slight headache. haha. luckily fanaa was online, so i asked her to send me a couple of the birthday girl's (nice nice) pictures. so that's it, like finally hahaa. thank you gf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love you la makcik. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a pretty hectic day. i had 6hours of lessons just now &amp;amp;my body felt restless only after 2hours of lab and an hour of lecture. it sucks. afterall what nurul told me was true: her body system cannot function after having 4hours of lesson. maybe that applies to me too, who knows. too add, i had a bad flu early in the morning &amp;i can't remember the number of times i walked in and out of the ladies just to blow my nose &amp;amp;breathe in (real) fresh air. is that the first step to getting sick? oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i can sense that this week &amp;the following week will be a disastrous one. i can't even measure up my fear for our Project Judging. imagine us presenting our not&lt;strong&gt;done&lt;/strong&gt;yet project to the judges; that is equivalent to asking for a tight slap. i sacrificed my early night sleep doing assignments and reports which are due next week; that explained the panda eyes. even a 10minutes bus ride home can make me sleep like a baby &amp;yawn like someone who hasn't been sleeping for the last three days upon waking up. i know, that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school at 4pm, my good intention of trying to write some codes for my program was interrupted by dear panata who suddenly craved for Tom Yam cup noodle. ya, macam aper steam sae that girl, haha. sat at one of the benches along the path leading to Sports Hall to finish up the noodle &amp;amp;ended up story-telling. what's more having preetyboy next to me; i can sure not leaving that boy alone. i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there goes my good intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;i have another intention of going for a run on Saturday morning to prepare for my Napfa test. if any minute from now you received a call for me, im likely to force you to run with me or atleast accompany me. hahaa, goodluck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i badly need my sleep now. goodnight people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116404341912389194?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116404341912389194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116404341912389194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116404341912389194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116404341912389194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-rough-road-journey.html' title='another rough road journey'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116391930939237304</id><published>2006-11-19T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T14:55:09.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words are just a string of alphabets, goddamnit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;yesterday's breakfast was with preetyboy over at Mr. Prata. i felt good because at least i got the chance to stare at his face/hug him/kiss him before he left for johor &amp;his touring on Sunday. at 3.30pm, we had to bid goodbye cause i had my driving practical &amp;amp;he had to go Johor. minutes before my practical ended, preetyboy text-ed me: &lt;em&gt;after driving, come over to my place if you can. there's a jam, i can't go johor now.&lt;/em&gt; &amp;at that very moment, i felt worse. if i hadn't make an appointment with the little one, i would have hailed a cab and go to your place. but i can't; ive made a promise with the little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called him up &amp;apologise. as much as i want to be with him, i can't just leave the little one alone. b, no matter what, you know you are my first priority. i love you. thank god he said 'it's okay' &amp;amp;furthermore, he needed some sleep before he left for Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/shop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/shop2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;in search for things, we went over to Bugis Village. she got her stuff &amp;i've got mine. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later at night, it was dinner with the family at Swensen to celebrate dad's belated birthday. i noticed something weird about my parents - their age keeps changing randomly each year. like last year, i remembered dad told me that he's 47 &amp;amp;this year, he told me he's 45. crazy or what? haha. but ofcourse, i know his true age. &lt;em&gt;*wink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1462.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1467.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that Chocolate Malt is my father's. oh as usual, he's a chocolate fanatic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;after which, we went down to Changi's OnLine Mobile to get mom's, sis' and the little one's phones upgraded. apparently, mom and sis had to wait till next month for their line to end in order to upgrade their phones. as for the little sis, i kept bugging her to take the Sony Ericson Z610i because it was hot &amp;classic. what's more, it's in pink. &amp;amp;seriously right now, im still thinking if should trade my current 6280 phone for that Z610i. if that's the case, i had to top up another $100 or less. see, the added price is cool right? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but(!!), the little one had decided to take that phone (in fact, she's waiting for the new stock to come in on Monday) &amp;it wouldn't be too interesting to see two similar phones under one roof huh. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when midnight struck, i was fighting my life with the truth. i was all about feelings and emotions; i never thought those feelings will come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you anonymous sender for making my life a lot harder. i bet you're one happy bitch/bastard right now. thank you for ruining everything, may you die in hell, fucker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know somewhere deep in my heart, i still love you but how can i carry on like this? it's a total shame &amp;amp;you're a good boy. i don't deserve someone like you. yet, i want to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&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/11597695-116391930939237304?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116391930939237304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116391930939237304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116391930939237304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116391930939237304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/words-are-just-string-of-alphabets.html' title='words are just a string of alphabets, goddamnit'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116391861777658783</id><published>2006-11-18T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T14:43:37.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>show me some love &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;some overdue pictures taken in school yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1374.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1426.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sesungguhnya camera aku full dengan korang punya muka.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/skul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1429.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116391861777658783?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116391861777658783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116391861777658783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116391861777658783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116391861777658783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/show-me-some-love-3.html' title='show me some love &lt;3'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116381701364950736</id><published>2006-11-18T10:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T10:31:41.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's call the sun to brighten things up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;life is always like this, you know; one moment you are so happy &amp;contented and the next moment everything just doesn't seem right. two people from my friendster sent me this forwarded stuff &amp;amp;good, some things are so true. read on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a girl is quiet, million of things are running in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;when a girl is not arguing, she is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;when a girl looks at you with eyesful of question, she is wondering how long will you be around.&lt;br /&gt;when a girl answers "im fine" after a few seconds, she is not at all fine.&lt;br /&gt;when a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are lying.&lt;br /&gt;when a girl says I Love You, she means it.&lt;br /&gt;when a girl says I Miss You, no one in this world can miss you more than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im telling you guys, you should (for once) trust those words. it's so god&lt;strong&gt;damn&lt;/strong&gt;it TRUE la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, i just feel like sleeping all day long &amp;wake me up only when it's time to graduate. like seriously, stress is not a good word to describe me right now cos im way beyond any stress level. project is due this Wednesday &amp;amp;guess what, i have yet to implement the important feature in my program - the word to note is 'important'. documentations suck big time, i hate to do reports; it kills me. im so afraid that i'll screw up in year3 and that's equal to 'no graduation for me'. &lt;em&gt;choy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, let's just pray i'll get over it for the next two weeks &amp;be a happy happy girl again. &amp;amp;you know how bad i want to shop lately? very bad. but i have an issue here, a BIG issue indeed - i need money! so here's the suggestion: nurul came up with the idea of playing the game 'senoman' (excuse me cos i don't know what that means in English) among 4 people at the moment. each month, everyone will fork out $21. $21 multiply by 4 people will give you $84 &amp;that amount of money will be given to one person who will have the right to spend which ever way he/she likes. a month after that, another $84 will be given to another person &amp;amp;this will go on &amp;on until you don't feel like playing the game anymore. this game is another form of saving, that's a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Thursday night, we went to Marina South Pier (for once he got the route right, hahaa) because preetyboy has been wanting to show me how beautiful and romantic that place is. god, it was indeed true la. i love the rooftop &amp;amp;those blue lights, but too bad i had to rush to a cousin's birthday surprise so i told preetyboy to bring me there again on some other night. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i'll be a nerd and continue will my documentations (&lt;strong&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;). or maybe, i should call up preetyboy &amp;ask him out before his trip to johor today &amp;amp;his touring on Sunday. boy, im gonna miss you! sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, have a pleasant day ahead people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116381701364950736?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116381701364950736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116381701364950736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116381701364950736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116381701364950736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/lets-call-sun-to-brighten-things-up.html' title='let&apos;s call the sun to brighten things up'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116369607521802948</id><published>2006-11-16T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:03:07.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my words, you listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i rather be your friend so that you can spend more time with me. read, more time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; a doll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116369607521802948?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116369607521802948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116369607521802948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116369607521802948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116369607521802948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-words-you-listen.html' title='my words, you listen'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116352111173932051</id><published>2006-11-14T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:19:48.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for everything, it will always be perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;one birthday shout-out to start with; happy&lt;strong&gt;seventeen&lt;/strong&gt;birthday&lt;strong&gt;nisha&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1378.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;the surprise went pretty good, thank god. we were so busy carrying a table with benches over to a more hideous area just to surprise the birthday girl. &amp;to add that, there was neither wind nor fan to keep us cool. so we waited patiently for the arrival of the birthday girl with much sweat and patience. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard that she broke down when no one actually wished her a Happy Birthday. can you imagine not getting wishes from people you expect to wish you right from the moment when the clock struck midnight till almost half of the day on your special day? boy, it sucks &amp;amp;it definitely hurts. well girl, that explained the tears ha, hahaa. but hello, everything was all in the plan &amp;your boyfriend told us not to wish you a Happy Birthday until the surprise was revealed. so mean right? it's okay gf, the hard slap you gave your boyfriend at his chest was a good payback one. hahaa. &amp;amp;a good thing i brought my digicam along. &lt;em&gt;*smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/nisha3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;see the expression on her face? indescribable, is it? &lt;em&gt;*grin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/nisha4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;the night ended with the movie &lt;strong&gt;'Step Up'&lt;/strong&gt; over at Cathay. the movie was good, just as expected. funny that it was not about Tyler that i had my eyes on, but it was about Nora's hair. it was simply love la! those wavy cum loose curls, the dark brown plus a little streaks of blonde, those hairstyles they made for her - just awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, &amp;on our way to Cathay, we took the Scotts Road route &amp;amp;look at those lights, astonishing! i literally forced preetyboy to take me for a ride at/along Orchard Road on Christmas to witness the bright lightning together. haha, like seriously. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1384.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;yesterday, preetyboy came up with a brilliant idea when he saw the back of my CheckMate'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;s jeans. he told me to sew the word 'spoiltBABE' somewhere at the back of my jeans to make it looks like hmm... my self-made signature? oh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;you wanna consider telling me it's cool? haha, i know. i love it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im having a neck cramp right now. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116352111173932051?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116352111173932051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116352111173932051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116352111173932051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116352111173932051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-everything-it-will-always-be.html' title='for everything, it will always be perfect'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116331095447407418</id><published>2006-11-12T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T13:55:54.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for me &amp; you, there's no difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am sick of putting myself in a heavy &amp;deep thought, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know the presence of others can put an invisible gap between us.&lt;br /&gt;i am scared of seeing how much you didn't realise the changes you're going through.&lt;br /&gt;we are of different frequencies, there's no way i can pretend to be who i am &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the thought of being left out.&lt;br /&gt;you said you'll always stick with me but sometimes, you tend to forget im walking behind you &lt;strong&gt;ALONE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;for all this while you think it's fun, i think otherwise. it bloody tortures me &amp;amp;im suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&amp;i guess you know what im asking for - i just want the world to be all about us. &lt;strong&gt;just us&lt;/strong&gt;.&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/11597695-116331095447407418?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116331095447407418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116331095447407418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116331095447407418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116331095447407418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-me-you-theres-no-difference.html' title='for me &amp; you, there&apos;s no difference'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116321505047412532</id><published>2006-11-11T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:17:30.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll never make it very far if it wouldn't be for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;on Thursday, i had a date with the two loves; shab and aisha. okay niniee, if you're reading this entry, pretty please tag me or message my phone cos it seemed as though we can't get through you anymore. well anyway, we had dinner over at Tong Seng &amp;it was simply great. we took turn telling stories after stories over dinner &amp;amp;came out with a conclusion - Tong Seng sure left us with bulging tummies, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i was so irritated with my fringe that i made the two loves walked around Parco just to find hair clips for me. hehs! we ended up in one of the toilets &amp;began snapping everywhere. cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/loves2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the top row pictures were taken on the day before the first day of fasting, which were totally outdated (i know) &amp;amp;the bottom row pictures were taken on last Thursday. actually, you can see the difference through my hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;as we were on tight budget &amp;that im broke (oh ya!), we decided to walk around in Bugis Village instead. there, the two loves bought themselves a pair of skinny jeans each. dearest shab, you have to be brave okay? trust me you looked damn good in those skinny jeans. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later at night, preetyboy came down all the way to Bugis to have a late dinner with me over at Bugis Cafe before making our way home simply because his family wanted to come over to my house for Hari Raya visiting. you know, it wouldn't be nice if im not at home right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1361.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1363.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1362.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;bottomline, my Thursday was good &amp;amp;Prison Break was good too. ho ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, one outdated picture of me with this second little girl in the family (taken on last Sunday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116321505047412532?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116321505047412532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116321505047412532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116321505047412532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116321505047412532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/ill-never-make-it-very-far-if-it.html' title='i&apos;ll never make it very far if it wouldn&apos;t be for you'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116314979940998473</id><published>2006-11-10T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:09:59.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's better to stand under the rain than to be hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;i was truly disgusted after reading the friendster message i received from this disgusting guy called Jason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject:&lt;/strong&gt; hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Message:&lt;/strong&gt; hi there......... I just want to tell you that your beautiful smile and sweet looking had attracted me from a distance and capture my attention....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering that if you are interested to have discreet scandal or flings cos really can't resist but to fall into you.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really interested in this matter and hope that you will give a thoughts......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see your reply very soon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that was directly a cut&lt;strong&gt;&amp;&lt;/strong&gt;paste from my inbox)&lt;br /&gt;so much for his discreet scandal or fling. &lt;em&gt;gi scandal ngan mak kau ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if you were me, disgusted enough? ah, tell me about it. after reading, i grabbed panata's hand and forced her to read those &amp;amp;boy, she showed me the same reaction. next, i viewed his profile &amp;look, he was from Macperson Secondary and now he's from Temasek Polytechnic. cool right? so it's either he's too blind to see that my bf is from TP too &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; his lucks have been so good so far (who knows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the main problem is, he's too pathetic to put up only a group picture &amp;amp;there's two chinese guys in the picture; either or is him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, afterall this kind of people do exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes, i just need more than love from you. i want those full attention you always give me; i want to hear lies after lies you told someone just to spend a day with me; i want to feel the care you used to give me; &amp;amp;goddamnit, i want to be your FIRST priority. you get that?! and do you have any idea how fucking hurt i am right now? too bad you're not even close to care about me.&lt;/span&gt;&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/11597695-116314979940998473?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116314979940998473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116314979940998473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116314979940998473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116314979940998473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-better-to-stand-under-rain-than-to.html' title='it&apos;s better to stand under the rain than to be hurt'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116300041993121912</id><published>2006-11-08T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T15:15:37.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that pleasure that brought as together</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;the virus is gone, like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i really really want to do this since days ago but can't thanks to the virus. now that it's gone, let's backtrack to last Friday. last Friday was yet another jalan raya day with the secondary people. it was great plus fun. initially, we planned to rent a mini van but since it was too overpriced, we decided to stick to our own transport. this time around, 3 bikes and a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, we decided to wear green on that day. okay cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/PICT1275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;for all that matters, i had fun; they had fun too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/32"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Saturday, it was with a whole lot of preetyboy's mechatronic friends. as his girlfriend, i just tagged along. okay maybe that's a lie; partly because of collection la! im broke and i need money badly for my phone bills. &amp;oh, i seriously do need a new bag for school. okay, i've sidetracked. well anyway, less talk more pictures hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/rayamecha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;click &lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/31"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie season is back; here i am trying to save money for Material Girls and Step Up &amp;there he is forcing me to watch The Oh in Ohio with him at Vivocity. so a whole lot of us rode up all the way to Harborfront in the evening just for that movie and it sucks because the storyline is hanging in midair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to hate school because of assignments and projects &amp;amp;im making things better by telling myself "this is the last semester. read, last" again and again. it helped for only five minutes though. &amp;syasya, we need to stop eating at Jupiter Cafe or our faces will soon look like Fish n Chip. if you've forgotten, let me help you to recall; we have NAPFA test on February. how nice kan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am s&lt;em&gt;ooo&lt;/em&gt; looking forward for tomorrow's dinner with the Fantastic. dear shab, good to hear that my driving instructor is 5643498 times better than your previous one. i laughed so hard when i read your message because he just cancelled my driving practical. @%$!$%$&amp;*^% (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&amp;amp;the last thing that i ever want to say is, i need more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116300041993121912?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116300041993121912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116300041993121912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116300041993121912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116300041993121912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/that-pleasure-that-brought-as-together.html' title='that pleasure that brought as together'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116281308813661980</id><published>2006-11-06T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T19:38:08.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this nuke virus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;life hasn't been that good so far when my computer suddenly invites god&lt;strong&gt;knows&lt;/strong&gt;how&lt;strong&gt;many&lt;/strong&gt; viruses &amp;it's spreading real fast. i can sure lost count the number of times i tried to convince the little one to try switching on the computer to see if the viruses have already disappeared (who knows it will vanish into thin air) &amp;amp;the number of times the little one scolded me for giving stupid ideas and suggestions. okay like hello, i can die without the computer tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so currently, im at preetyboy's place trying to update my blog and make myself happy. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been spending four days jalan raya with the loved ones. on Wednesday, it was with the Info-Communication people. initially, the plan was a bore when one by one decided to back off. but amazingly during the meet-ups at 2.30pm, everybody turned up. how cool eh! shah decided to drive with me, syasya, nurul and nis in the car. adi muntah (we called him muntah because i heard that he laughed until he vomited. so there goes his nick) rode his bike with (another) adi as his pillion while din rode his X1 together with Fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had so much fun bullying one another in the car &amp;ofcourse, photo-taking. it was until adi tried to be funny &amp;amp;swung opened the back door of the car at one of the traffic lights. was he mad or something? i don't know. we almost kicked him down the bike &amp;felt like slamming his face in between the car's doors upon reaching at the carpark. hahaa, but we're nice people you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they visited my place at 12midnight &amp;amp;called it a day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/ifc_raya82.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pictures were uploaded &lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/29"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. million thanks to panata for uploading the pictures for me. i love you la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: will update more about Friday, Saturday and Sunday outings after some nice people transferred me all the pictures. hee!&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/11597695-116281308813661980?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116281308813661980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116281308813661980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116281308813661980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116281308813661980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-nuke-virus.html' title='this nuke virus'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116230140076570186</id><published>2006-10-31T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:31:46.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if life is about you, i wanna live forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;it's only the second week of school &amp;assignments are already piling up. what's more; im already struggling with those (dry) subjects that im currently taking. lectures are such a bore nowadays, oh not to mention tutorials. i wonder if the lecturers can make our lecture a little bit more interesting, just like Network Security lecture just now. while waiting for the rest to settle, the lecturer played some short funny videos &amp;it did perked me up throughout the 1hour lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;for this semester, i have a 2hours lecture on Wednesday. can you god&lt;strong&gt;damn&lt;/strong&gt;it imagine the pains from head to buttock? but for tomorrow, it's an exception because 1/2 of Year3.2 Info-Communication engineers are going out for Raya visiting. which is equivalent to... im skipping school! okay i semangat mamat i know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, like finally i've paid my outstanding phone bill &amp;cleared my debts. for a good point, i felt a burden off my shoulder and for a bad point, im $160 poorer. that is so bad because i had to stop thinking/dreaming of buying a new bag, a new pair of peep-toe heels &amp;amp;a brand new Incanto Charm's perfume. &amp;FYI, ive used up 3/4 of my Raya's collection just to settle my bills and whatsnot. god, it's so bad. bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make me happy somebody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;__dirah* spoiltBABE; preetyboy's gf says:&lt;/strong&gt; i love my msn nick. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fahn - pop yeah yeah:&lt;/strong&gt; i love mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;__dirah* spoiltBABE; preetyboy's gf says:&lt;/strong&gt; what's with your pop yeah yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fahn - spoiltBABE bf:&lt;/strong&gt; ok there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;__dirah* spoiltBABE; preetyboy's gf says:&lt;/strong&gt; it's supposed to be spoiltBABE's bf. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fahn - spoiltBABE's bf:&lt;/strong&gt; ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. macam paham je!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: despite being cash-less, i ordered a new GetCharmed's Heart Key charm online. please don't stare at me.&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/11597695-116230140076570186?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116230140076570186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116230140076570186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116230140076570186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116230140076570186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-life-is-about-you-i-wanna-live.html' title='if life is about you, i wanna live forever'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116209736477240447</id><published>2006-10-29T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T12:49:24.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one month of Raya; Salam Lebaran!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/salamlebaran.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;still going... Selamat Hari Raya! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/salamlebaran2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116209736477240447?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116209736477240447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116209736477240447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116209736477240447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116209736477240447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-month-of-raya-salam-lebaran.html' title='one month of Raya; Salam Lebaran!'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116201063914776695</id><published>2006-10-28T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T12:43:59.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's a dream; tomorrow's a nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;actually up till now, i don't really feel the Raya atmosphere (apart from the first day la). everybody's busy with work and school &amp;it's damn irritating that we cannot go visiting. simply said: i cannot wait to wear my green kebaya la mom! oh, i came to learn that as years passed down, my green packets started to decrease tremendously. &amp;amp;relatives kept asking me if im still schooling or working. ofcourse i'll replied "still in Year 3 Polytechnic"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;. ehh, rezeki jangan ditolak okay! &amp;one of my short uncles said this to everyone: "whoever exceeds my height will not get my green packet". although everyone who is still schooling &amp;amp;is taller than him laughed, i bet we all had the same thinking: "you're the one who is short, even a Primary Six kid is much taller than you". hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, that's not the point of today's entry. let's digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone knows that each one of us here needs to shop in order to stay alive (okay, that's fake). but seriously, how bad it is not having income for 3 straight months yet those phone bills keep coming in &amp;adding up? plus the fact that i need a new black tote bag, a new pair of peep-toe for school &amp;amp;thankyou, im done with my Incanto Charm's perfume. let's just say i need around $250 to atleast carve a wide smile on my face, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the question is: where the hell can i get such big amount of money? grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;panata, thanks for being so patient and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want money; i want to shop; i want a smile. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116201063914776695?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116201063914776695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116201063914776695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116201063914776695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116201063914776695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/10/todays-dream-tomorrows-nightmare.html' title='today&apos;s a dream; tomorrow&apos;s a nightmare'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116191122213156047</id><published>2006-10-27T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T09:08:10.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the first day of Salam Lebaran</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/familyraya2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;im back =) alrighty, so like everyone else, this entry's going to be all about photos; photos from raya. &lt;em&gt;*scream*&lt;/em&gt; so this year, i decided to curl my hair instead of rebond it over and over again. of course, it attracted lots of eyes &amp;they kept questioning me like 'how much are these curls?' or 'why suddenly you went for curls?'. ho ho! hanya Tuhan sahajalah yang tahu. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything went pretty smooth eventhough there's school for me and the little on the very next day. we started off at 12noon, seeking forgiveness and pictures taking. it was all good; seeking forgiveness after a year of sins. &amp;those tears from mom and dad, you know they really mean it when they said "u're forgiven, daughter".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for almost the entire day, i didn't clip up my fringe &amp;amp;god knows how irritating those fringes are. oh fyi, my fringe is exactly up to my eyelid. the little one and lil ayun continuously told me not to clip up my fringe or it will exposed my wide forehead (like, what??). so i listened to them &amp;bear with the irritation. and due to this irritation, i was down with flu by 7pm &amp;amp;my throat hurt like fuck. what's worst than walking around sneezing, clearing the throat &amp;unable to drink all those gassy drinks? grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towards the end of the day, i was already so helpless &amp;amp;tired that all i wanted to do was grab my bolster and sleep like a log. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&amp;amp;oh, we brought pussy along with us because it will be a long day for it to stay at home alone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/pussyraya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: click &lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/28"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more raya pictures! =)&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.: aku masih ngah feeling raya. so say 'no' to Halloween party. hahaa. SESUNGGUHNYA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116191122213156047?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116191122213156047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116191122213156047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116191122213156047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116191122213156047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-first-day-of-salam-lebaran.html' title='on the first day of Salam Lebaran'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116162260433179406</id><published>2006-10-24T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:56:44.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya to all Muslim, hor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma"&gt;school was a total bore just now. omg, just now subjects were so dry that i fell asleep in one of the lectures. hehs! &amp;i hate the thought of comparing my timetable with preetyboy's; heart pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&amp;amp;to all Muslim readers out there, &lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir dan Batin&lt;/strong&gt; (!!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay actually, aku excited dari semalam. hahaa.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11597695-116162260433179406?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116162260433179406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116162260433179406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116162260433179406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116162260433179406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/10/selamat-hari-raya-to-all-muslim-hor.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya to all Muslim, hor!'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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-11597695.post-116138784349212368</id><published>2006-10-21T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T07:44:03.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the past is still within us; &amp;i love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y69/vivalicious_dirah/reminisce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;it's been long since we said this to each other &amp;amp;only yesterday night, i remembered our love line: b, i got say i got sayang you, you got not say you got sayang me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got.&lt;/strong&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: decided. we'll be in green for this year Raya. sweet!&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/11597695-116138784349212368?l=vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/116138784349212368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11597695&amp;postID=116138784349212368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116138784349212368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11597695/posts/default/116138784349212368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalicious-dirah.blogspot.com/2006/10/past-is-still-within-us-i-love-you.html' title='the past is still within us; &amp;i love you'/><author><name>lestropeado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04694880400573346692</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>
