<?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-9174795447045449202</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:55:53.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spoiltbabe; summer love.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/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>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174795447045449202.post-8402904564316301843</id><published>2008-07-20T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:35:03.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO LONG, GOODBYE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I know, I still can't believe my decision is final. I just have to do this or I'll land myself into deep shit. Some people just chose to make things so much difficult for the others. The game is so simple; what you read here ends here. You don't have to go around and be a fucker, you know. But anyway dear readers, fret not - only 30% of my entries will be locked. Till then, goodbye Blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;a href="http://www.blogger.com/lilestropeado.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lilestropeado.livejournal.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;JOURNAL IS PARTIALLY LOCKED; so tell me who you are and the master key is yours.&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/9174795447045449202-8402904564316301843?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8402904564316301843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=8402904564316301843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8402904564316301843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8402904564316301843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-long-goodbye.html' title='SO LONG, GOODBYE'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-8736054868012949417</id><published>2008-07-17T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:16:00.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE SENTENCE, TWO AGREEMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/ben.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;Because we rock your sad boring pathetic life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;At this very point of time, I'm thinking of switching to Livejournal. It's just a matter of time. I think it has come to a point where certain things are not meant to be shared worldwide. You know what, just go fuck yourself. You're such a nuisance.&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/9174795447045449202-8736054868012949417?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8736054868012949417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=8736054868012949417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8736054868012949417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8736054868012949417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-sentence-two-agreement.html' title='ONE SENTENCE, TWO AGREEMENT'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-4753398092427023730</id><published>2008-07-16T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:09:42.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMS OF YOU AND ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I remember when you started calling me your miss's. All the play fighting, all the dreams we told each other. You would laugh at me, and I would be kicking your ass. I'd tell you funny stories about my childhood. How I used to be so fat that I had triple chins and my stomach could form a mouth with swollen lips when pressed together. I don't know why I trusted you but I know my feelings are true. We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt. I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt. Watching DVDs, and see you stare into the screen. You take me out shopping and all we'd buy is nothing. We'd talk about everything under the sun, like how our path meet. When I was feeling down, you made that face you do and that's when I discovered all your sweet flaws. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Everything is reminding me of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;This Pulau Ubin's training camp without handphone is eating me up. When will it ever end, end, end? I miss you, hon. Come home soon and let's eat ice-cream again.&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/9174795447045449202-4753398092427023730?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4753398092427023730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=4753398092427023730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4753398092427023730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4753398092427023730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/dreams-of-you-and-me.html' title='DREAMS OF 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-9174795447045449202.post-4896107494426055924</id><published>2008-07-15T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:35:20.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GREEN PATCH OF GRASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/grass3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The only thing that kept me laughing on that last Sunday was how my little boy jumped on me and smiled to the camera, which was placed nicely on the bench. That was the third shot, after the first and second shot were boring. Practically, me standing beside him and him showing off his small ass to the whole world. Merepek tau youuuuuuuuuuu! And then after having a little backache thanks to his sudden self on me, I decided to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/grass4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;See, he got cramped face up there. Either my excitement got out of control and added to my weight or he couldn't withstand my weight; which I think is the latter poor boy, because I don't think I am heavy to start with, crik crik. We took turns to lick the ripple ice-cream and then he made a random remark, "Ey I thought you don't want ice-cream? Why lick?" Ey, takmo lokek boleh tak? Wahhh, I think my boyfriend is starting to be a little stingy and bitchy. It's okay dear boyfriend, a touch of those are the sparkles to our love and you know I love you more than anything else in this world. Eh no, universe. Okay, diam pun cantik. Na-night!&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/9174795447045449202-4896107494426055924?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4896107494426055924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=4896107494426055924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4896107494426055924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4896107494426055924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/green-patch-of-grass.html' title='GREEN PATCH OF GRASS'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-5559912595841057410</id><published>2008-07-13T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:34:45.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY'S STORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;It's Sunday night, and it spells the word 'boring'. Sunday always mark the end of everything and the start of a week. Busy hectic life on weekdays; like in this week, there will be tuition after work from Monday to Wednesday. By Thursday, I'll be drained out but hey, the boyfriend is booking out and that means, yay yay! I don't know why but I can sense happiness in the upcoming two weeks; It will mark the end of the boyfriend's seven months of training (finally!!!), Mom's birthday is right up ahead and I'll be meeting up with my Teksters. Oh wow, I can really perk myself up eh. Bagus bagus, amalkan selalu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Okay stop whining and stop seeing what's in store. Yesterday's late lunch was at El-Sheikh. We wanted to try their food and judge for ourselves after getting positive feedbacks from others. So, drinks was thumbs up, food was thumbs down and service was wahpiangggg. Bad. B, that'll be the first and the last eh hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL372531.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL372537.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL372540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL372541.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL372535.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Afterwhich, we went on triple and hit the microphone. You know when everytime my boyfriend sings, I will just have this smile carved on my face, and I totally enjoy that happy feeling. I know it's crap but really, tak tahu diam je la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL372543.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semangat eh. ahhh, tak tahu hal lagi!&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/9174795447045449202-5559912595841057410?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5559912595841057410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=5559912595841057410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/5559912595841057410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/5559912595841057410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturdays-story.html' title='SATURDAY&apos;S 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-9174795447045449202.post-1368277673931470896</id><published>2008-07-10T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:13:05.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING I TOLD MARY ON THE HILL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;This is the fourth time in this year that I'm sick. Each time I went to the polyclinic, I guess it was just my luck to get the same doctor. And then he will give me this smile, and I will give him the other smile; &lt;em&gt;"Please don't smile at me like that. I am neither asking for an MC nor faking my pain. And I know I've been so sick lately, so please, don't smile can?"&lt;/em&gt; It must be the office, yes the air-conditioned office la. But anyway, thanks for the 2 days MC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Good, now I'm down with diarrhoea and it sucks. I hate getting diarrhoea. It will just screw up my temptation to eat, and I will feel like throwing up each time I see food. Having said, I lost another 2kg. The boyfriend thinks it's a good thing to lose weight; I say &lt;em&gt;"Your head ah! This is equivalent to me torturing my own body."&lt;/em&gt; But then again, 2kg...not bad eh hahaa. Now I weigh the same as the boyfriend, syioooook! And talking about the boyfriend, he can really get on my nerve at times. I called him yesternight and he answered my call, half-awake. I told him I want to have a night talk and then the next moment, he threw me all sort of profanities. I was shocked and sad, so I ended the call and cried to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;This morning, he called me and I threw back my tantrums. Hours later after cooling myself down, I called him up and asked if he knows why I was bloody angry. His reply was: 'That's why, I don't know. I've been asking myself why are you so cold towards me. It's only in the morning, and I just woke up.' Oh my god la, you don't even remember all the shoutings you did yesterday? The profanities and all? Bloody shit, stop giving me that cute innocent face la and I just wasted the whole night, boiling my blood. Cheebye you, give me back my sleep la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Sleep, now it's time to sleep and just to be a little random, how much fake can the movie Wanted get? Boringgg. &amp;amp;friend, stop being so childish. Okay okay, sleep! You think you owl eh.&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/9174795447045449202-1368277673931470896?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1368277673931470896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=1368277673931470896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1368277673931470896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1368277673931470896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-i-told-mary-on-hill.html' title='SOMETHING I TOLD MARY ON THE HILL'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-4372163457473145473</id><published>2008-07-06T23:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:02:10.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN THE HOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I had a bad night yesterday, and it was crazy. The feeling of having to force yourself to sleep in the middle of the night with your sisters snoring away was close to shit. I wished I'm someone who can sleep away all my worries and troubles, just like my boyfriend. Is this part of a girl's thing? I don't know. So yesterday while I was busy tossing in bed, I received a text message from the BFF at 5.30 in the morning. My first thought was 'ey, thank god someone messaged me at this hour' and my second thought after reading the text message was 'okayy, she's in the same plight as me - sad'. Why world? Why are you so cruel last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;We talked over the phone for an hour, and after we ended the call, I smiled to myself; so I was feeling a little low, and she was there to hear me out and cheer me up. &amp;amp;on the other hand, she was feeling low too, and I was there to hear her out and say something nice. So the question is, if both were feeling low, then how could both say something nice and cheer each other up? Get the drift? You know, it has come to my realization that all these thing with BFF can be a little funny and cute. In one way or another. No matter what emotion you are going through, you still try to be there for each other, making sure the other one is all fine. It's sweet. Really really sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I think it's time to lose some grip. What's more; the boyfriend is clearing his leave this week from Tuesday onwards. What you say? I say I can jump like a small kid! =D&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/9174795447045449202-4372163457473145473?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4372163457473145473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=4372163457473145473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4372163457473145473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4372163457473145473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-hood.html' title='IN THE HOOD'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-8469675761241785485</id><published>2008-07-04T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:56:22.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28x</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&amp;amp;yes by the way, that 28x stands for second august. How sweet you! =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/9174795447045449202-8469675761241785485?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8469675761241785485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=8469675761241785485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8469675761241785485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8469675761241785485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/28x.html' title='28x'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-775435557680192776</id><published>2008-07-04T00:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:59:34.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RED HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/Glory.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/todaytrail018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/DSC_0096-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/K20boring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I met you five years ago, still very clueless of you. I lost in this maze we called puppy love; is this love for sure, or for throw? We needn't answers, because it is the job of our heart. Today love, and for the past few years we've been together, you tell me things every girl will want to hear. Do you know what makes me proud of you? Pursuing your passion along with loving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;And this boy, he got me amazed all day long.&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/9174795447045449202-775435557680192776?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/775435557680192776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=775435557680192776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/775435557680192776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/775435557680192776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/red-heart.html' title='RED HEART'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-8989498558556047288</id><published>2008-07-02T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:29:15.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAND OF LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/1_325795433l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/89/290608_A_Walk_to_Remember"&gt;( A Walk to Remember, dated 290608 )&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;Few years ago, Mom told me that it is neither easy to please someone nor make someone accept you. She added that I shouldn't worry too much because I have her qualities, and she believed one fine day, I'll make some important people in my life accept me with open arms. It's a blessing dear, yes it is a blessing in disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I know I am not there yet but Mom, I think I'll make it through the 'test'. Bless 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/9174795447045449202-8989498558556047288?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8989498558556047288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=8989498558556047288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8989498558556047288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8989498558556047288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/band-of-love.html' title='BAND OF 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-9174795447045449202.post-387141060539212687</id><published>2008-07-01T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:08:01.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INGREDIENT OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Amzanig huh? And I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Okay stop it. Someone, please make my 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/9174795447045449202-387141060539212687?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/387141060539212687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=387141060539212687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/387141060539212687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/387141060539212687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/ingredient-of-life.html' title='INGREDIENT OF LIFE'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-2758644163772572601</id><published>2008-06-28T10:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:32:51.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE GO VINTAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;It's finally Saturday, and I don't mind inserting thousand of exclaimation marks there. Maynnn, I really think that having to work five times a week is really, really tiring. That has yet to include my tuition after work and at times, meeting (which you know it will always end late). Then the weekends are here, and I am hardly at home when I am supposed to...rest. I haven't been doing a lot of catching ups with my other girlfriends, and you know, I miss you damn alot. That say, Teksters, I want a dosage of you girls. And did you know that I lunch at ITAS the other day and think of you girls? Hahaaa, but I'm serious la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Thursday, I applied a half-day leave a week before because someone wants to shop. The best damn thing is, our pay is on the same date. Okayy Fillie, here we go Orchard. We made a couple of rounds there, and I tell you, when you say you want to shop, you will never find anything nice. But when you s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;ay 'today I am so broke', everything seems so pretty to you and you hate yourself for walking down in Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are supposed to shop. You better get something for yourself, or else..."&lt;br /&gt;"Okayyyy. But I can't find anything nice! Ey, I'm hungry."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no heavy food because we both planned to starve ourself till dinner at Al-Majlis. One and a half hours later, we got bored of Orchard and made a trip down to Bugis. I searched for Mom's birthday present, but it was over my budget. Since it's on the 25 July, my next pay will do heh. Dum dee dum dum, we shopped a little and then it was time for dinner!! See, that exclaimation marks meant alot. I was waiting for dinner the entire time la, hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the alley is super sweet and vintage, we decided to make a pit-stop and cam-whore. Nice, especially when placing my digicam on the dustbin for self-timer. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/love-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/love2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/love3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/love4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/love5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup, spot our dress code.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The boyfriend told me that he hates Al-Majlis and I said whyyyyy. The last time I went there, everything was okay except for having to wait an extra long for the food. But last Thursday was horrendous. Not only the service ***ked up, the waiter can't even understand our simple English. So basically, we had to point point here and there and prayed hard he got them right. Surprisingly, it didn't take long for our food to arrive BUT he served us the wrong food three freaking times. I was so pissed, I feel like writing them a feedback "What were you thinking when you hired a foreigner waiter? They can't even understand our language. You are just ***king up your own service. Damn."&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/love6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/love7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-2758644163772572601?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2758644163772572601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=2758644163772572601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/2758644163772572601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/2758644163772572601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-go-vintage.html' title='WE GO VINTAGE'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-63650591055029209</id><published>2008-06-25T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:36:16.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TREASURE JUNKIES; VERSION 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/treasureJunk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://79inch.livejournal.com/2933.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;( version one; start shopping here, gloss! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-63650591055029209?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/63650591055029209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=63650591055029209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/63650591055029209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/63650591055029209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/treasure-junkies-version-1.html' title='TREASURE JUNKIES; VERSION 1'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-3732261740971661992</id><published>2008-06-22T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:26:48.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROYAL BLUE AND CREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Muslim people, if you are someone who is true to the calendar like me, our big day is just three months away. So that's the reason why I had to drag those heavy feet of mine to Arab Street yesterday. &amp;amp;yesterday, I got the exact colour of royal blue songket which was on my mind since months ago. You don't know how excited I was, and was even more excited about forking out some 80 dollars for the songket. Read the price, yo. Boleh pengsan! Dad came to join us after work, who ended up dragging me into a vintage shop in Golden Landmark and became two hundred and fifty dollars poorer. I got myself two very old old bags. They're awesome. You know, you can come to my house and find a vintage coffee maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Fahn came over in the late afternoon to fetch me, and off to have an early dinner. This boy got me crazy. Crazily in love, hahahaa diam lah. We got changed and headed down to Timbre for cool band music. The pizza was yummeh, but I think they're too generous on the drinks. My throat was burning la. Other than that, the atmosphere is super relaxing. I might consider that on every Friday, like a TGIFF (thank gof it's finally Friday) bomb after work and who knows, I'll be the next brankrupt woman. Tsk, you know I was kidding on that sentence right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/blog_sen8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;We were expecting Goodfellas actually, but anyway, here's a 30 second video of idontknowwhatisthenameofthegroup performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W2uW0-0N8N8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W2uW0-0N8N8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Because we did not enjoy the performance, we left Timbre two hours later, having no plan in mind. So I called up Fylzah (who was about to have her Saturday night fever with a torn right shoe, laugh laugh) to pass her EzLink at Clarke Quay and then met Romano for supper at Kampung Glam cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/club.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/club2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/club3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Lalalalalalala 2am, finally it's time for Sex and The City. Hmmm, can I just say that movie sadly is not my cup of coffee? Weird but I don't seem to enjoy it. What is wrong with me or rather, what is wrong with the movie? Krik krik lah okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The next morning, we had breakfast at MacDonald (shoutout to Fylzah: I got my hotcakes too lah eh!) and then home sweet home. At the dining table, Mom and Dad couldn't stop talking about money and the next moment, marriage. Like &lt;em&gt;"Dik, you need atleast 20K for your marriage tau. You need to start saving from now."&lt;/em&gt; Yes Mom, what's that $600 credited to my saving account for every month? Save ape! Sheeesssh. Please, when it comes to saving, my Mom and Dad are the pro. You bet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I sneaked to the toilet, took a quick bath, got myself all dressed up and bid goodbye. Bertuah betul ni budak. Baru balik dah keluar lagi. Quoting my Mom, "Pikir ni rumah hotel eh". Hahaa. I joined Fahn's family to Sentosa, and boy, I had so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/blog_sen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/blog_sen2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/blog_sen3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/blog_sen1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/blog_sen4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/blog_sen5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/blog_sen7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/blog_sen6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/87/220608_Sentosa_with_Bs_family"&gt;( Down, down, down to Sentosa! )&lt;/a&gt;&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/9174795447045449202-3732261740971661992?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3732261740971661992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=3732261740971661992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3732261740971661992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3732261740971661992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/royal-blue-and-cream.html' title='ROYAL BLUE AND 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-9174795447045449202.post-1972337277999856507</id><published>2008-06-21T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:58:52.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKING HISTORY LIKE I DO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far but they’ve got planes and trains and cars. I’d walk to you if I had no other way. Our friends would all make fun of us and we'll just laugh along because we know that none of them have felt this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Hey there boyfriend, tonight I'll be making history like I do and watch the movie Sex and the City with you past midnight. You’ll know it's all because of you we can do whatever we want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'll see you tonight, love.&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/9174795447045449202-1972337277999856507?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1972337277999856507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=1972337277999856507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1972337277999856507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1972337277999856507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/making-history-like-i-do.html' title='MAKING HISTORY LIKE I DO'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-5744831639753457039</id><published>2008-06-20T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:51:18.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLONDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;"I'm so happy today because I woke up at 9.30am, when usually I wake up near to noon. And I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;woke up by myself tau. I looked at the clock and it's only 10 o'clock. 10 Dirah! The breakfast is still on!! I quickly went to the toilet and guess what, my sister's husband was in the toilet. So I went to my parent's bathroom which has no heater cause they hate heaters I don't know how they manage to survive with cold water for years, and took a bath. Then I remembered that the MacDonald near my place dah lama kene roboh. I was so kental la, but yeah, since I was still early, I took a bus to Admiralty and got myself hotcakes! When I reached home, as usual, my sister dug for my hotcakes, milo and hashbrown. Tsk, I was soooo craving for it la, and for the first time kan Dirah, I managed to finish up all the three hotcakes tau! Sedapppp! She asked me why I semangat go all the way down to Admiralty early in the morning when I can actually call up the MacDonald delivery. I said they have delivery charge, and I wanted to save my money on that. She claimed it's only $2 which is equivalent to my bus fare, back and fro. Dirah (!!!!!!), why didn't I think of that?! I mean, rather than wasting my money on the bus fare and got uncles and nyonyas to serve you at the counter, I might as well spend that $2 on the delivery charge and get a cute handsome guy to send me the breakfast kan!!! But nevermind, I'm more happy that I finally berak!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Can someone please slap her? What a blonde conversation eh!&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/9174795447045449202-5744831639753457039?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5744831639753457039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=5744831639753457039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/5744831639753457039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/5744831639753457039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/blonde.html' title='BLONDE'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-4727680524689890759</id><published>2008-06-20T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:50:24.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S SOMETHING YOU GAIN FROM LEARNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;When I was young, I couldn't care less about the people around me. I don't care if anything that I've done ever left an impression on someone. Be it good or bad. All I care was to be free and young. And yes, being young I mean to be happy always. But as I grow older, I realise how important it is to make a good impression of myself on someone's life. Not until you have to face your manager, and walk away with a smile carved on your face. You just know you did it. You just know you've done something well, and to get a simple &lt;em&gt;'thankyou, that's great'&lt;/em&gt; from your manager is a big thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;At the end of it, you somehow leave a good impression there. It's the exact feeling you get when you've achieved your goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;You know, for a moment, I was there and that was after I got back to my desk and felt so damn lousy. The first time I was asked on how to sort copies using the photocopier, I simply replied a simple 'I don't know' and got back to my work. I couldn't concentrate after that. You know why? Because an employee doesn't answer 'I don't know' to the employer. It's like stamping the word dumb on your forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;Today was another day for me, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;M: Dirah, can you help me with this Excel? I need to unhide the columns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;D: Unhide? I don't get you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;M: I want to show all the columns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;D: Ummm, that I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;M: Ohokay, nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I returned to my seat, feeling the exact lousiness I felt months ago. I opened my Excel and started to 'roam around'. If I want to make an impression to him, the least I could do was to find the answer, which I did seconds later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;D: M, why don't you try the Columns tab and click Unhide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;M: Oh, you're great! Thank you so much. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Smile, it was amazing how &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; could perk up my day. And the best damn thing was, he is the manager from a different department. =)&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/9174795447045449202-4727680524689890759?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4727680524689890759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=4727680524689890759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4727680524689890759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4727680524689890759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-something-you-gain-from-learning.html' title='IT&apos;S SOMETHING YOU GAIN FROM LEARNING'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-1243508961567544329</id><published>2008-06-17T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:34:19.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RING ME UP GORGEOUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/DSC07252.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;How do you like the chocolate, girlfriend? With a smash of cranberries to give a little vibrant above the cheek? I say, what a birthday party without the birthday bash, right? Hahaa, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I tell you, your chickens were damn good and your birthday cake was heavenly delicious. I could have secretly steal another plate of your sliced cake, dyeammm. I mean, how could anything possibly made me forget about that stealing idea! Must be our "ey take picture, take picture!" moments. Tsk. Girlfriend, buy the cake again can or not? Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/DSC07238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/DSC07236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/DSC07218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/DSC07220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/DSC07222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/DSC07227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/DSC07230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/DSC07232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/DSC07234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/DSC07235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I know there are a lot of photos going on up there, but yeah, that was my Saturday.&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/9174795447045449202-1243508961567544329?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1243508961567544329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=1243508961567544329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1243508961567544329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1243508961567544329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/ring-me-up-gorgeous.html' title='RING ME UP GORGEOUS'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-8622853785167774841</id><published>2008-06-15T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:13:42.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"DAD" IS THE WORD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL373202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dearest Dad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Just the other day, I chanced upon an old photo of you; so young and looking so good. You looked so good I tried to imagine how you woo-ed Mum. She told me stories of your younger days, and at the back of my head, god I am your carbon copy. But when I try to think about the other traits that we share, the trail stops cold. You will take days or even weeks to consider buying things; but I'd just grab anything that caught my attention. You would stand for what's right and voice out without any fear; but I'd keep quiet and walk away, pretending to let go everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;As I grow up, the word "Dad" meant curfews, and no fooling around in studies. Then, when tempered with time and the events in life, the significance of the word deepens. You have a reason for being tough on us. You want nothing but the best from your children. You hope to see your children grow up with pride. You implemented rules and curfews because you care for us; not because you want to control our life. You constantly reminded us to study hard and excel in our studies because you want us to lead a successful life in years to come; not because you want to torture us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dad, I love you more than anyone else. The endless encouragement you gave, is the reason to where I stand right now. You are my strength, the reason to "live strong".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Happy Father's Day, Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dirah&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/9174795447045449202-8622853785167774841?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8622853785167774841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=8622853785167774841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8622853785167774841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8622853785167774841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/dad-is-word.html' title='&quot;DAD&quot; IS THE WORD'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-6612462526508718280</id><published>2008-06-13T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T01:08:46.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKE ME THERE ONE DAY, I WANNA BE THERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If I were asked to give what I consider the single most useful bit of advice for all humanity, it would be this: Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life, and when it comes, hold your head high. Look it squarely in the eye, and say, I will be bigger than you. You cannot defeat me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;That may sound a little corny, but as you repeatedly read them words, it somehow gave you the motivation to lead life with full of pride and strength. I pinned up random motivational quotes at the working desk, and stare at the scribbled words when things are pretty tense at work. Ah, work. Everybody is secretly playing the hating game and I hate that the most. I never want to know what's going on, as long as it has nothing to do with me. I very much want to be the neutral one, but somehow I always get this feeling that 'it doesn't pay to be nice, missy'. Just shut up, will you? It's better to keep quiet when you have nothing to say, than saying the wrong things and land yourself in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;God tested my strength yesterday when Dad told me what seemed to be a sad news. I don't know, Dad. I'm sorry if my silent reply disappoint you. I lost for words, and I simply don't know how to react. As far as I see it, there's always a reason behind everything that has happened. Either God wants to save you, or has better plans for you. Whatever you decide to do, you know we will always give you our support. You have been our pillar of strength, and you will always be, Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Life with the boyfriend is slowly getting off-track. It's tough to plan our dates nowadays. Last minute schedule will either pop up or, or that's it. What could be worst than a last minute changes? Plus, shift and eight-to-five will never be bestfriend. It's the hardest thing to live with when I'm talking about working life. And it's totally a different thing when you have a choice to choose, because right now, I'm talking about 'you don't have a choice, love'. Don't worry boyfriend, you got me. We chose this path of life, and I know it's for the future. xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;See, I told you the above quote isn't that corny afterall. Dig in, people.&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/9174795447045449202-6612462526508718280?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6612462526508718280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=6612462526508718280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6612462526508718280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6612462526508718280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/take-me-there-one-day-i-wanna-be-there.html' title='TAKE ME THERE ONE DAY, I WANNA BE THERE'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-3518959848433567193</id><published>2008-06-11T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:54:17.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAY YOU KNOW ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I can't believe I've turned into a very weak person and I still can't believe I can go on without using the laptop for three days. I feel so empty when I get myself disconnected from the World Wide Web. Dirah over, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Alright, so what's new here? I'm super broke and I'm not kidding this time around. I should really stop buying shoes before my Dad forces me to buy my own shoe rack, but Dad, I've promised my two collegues to buy the same shoe of different colour after our pay the 20th. Opps. My boyfriend is being super sweet I feel like digging a magic hole into the phone and wriggle my index finger at his lips. Pucci hasn't return home since the last two weeks and we are all trying to get over the whole missing period. On a brighter side, the Sabrudi family got a new white and brown cat which we named it Comot. So, smile. Other than that, work is eating up three-quarter of my daily time. I'm tired, yes I am. &amp;amp;I'm hardly unavailable most of the time, shucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Last weekend was a pretty hectic one. A friend of us got married and their whole marriage thing was amazing. Of course, everything about a wedding is amazing. I guess every couple out there has their own love story to begin with, and seeing it becomes reality, just bring tears of happiness. For the past two weeks, we've been attending weddings, and now I'm thinking of royal blue with a touch of Javanese culture. Enough about the Boyanese race in my IC eh. Looking at all the beautiful things in a wedding, the before and aftermath, it's not easy afterall. I wish my elder sister and her fiance all the best, hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm still waiting for pictures from a friend to be uploaded in Multiply. My bad that my camera is not functioning at the moment thank you to the spoilt charger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Okay, finally one entry updated. Time to sleep, na-night!&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/9174795447045449202-3518959848433567193?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3518959848433567193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=3518959848433567193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3518959848433567193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3518959848433567193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/say-you-know-me.html' title='SAY YOU KNOW 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-9174795447045449202.post-8347201303019172375</id><published>2008-06-02T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:57:32.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>79inch; URBAN EMOTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/urbanEmotion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://79inch.livejournal.com/1590.html#cutid1"&gt;( 79inch; URBAN EMOTION )&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-8347201303019172375?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8347201303019172375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=8347201303019172375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8347201303019172375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8347201303019172375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/79inch-urban-emotion.html' title='79inch; URBAN EMOTION'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-3703458911682934796</id><published>2008-06-01T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:55:00.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTROL OR CENTRAL EH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL372021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL372023copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I am going to copy paste edit sikit whatever you wrote in your blog and paste it here, girlfriend. Because thank you eh, I know I am cute sotong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;F: the new photobucket is so troublesome lah! i need to upload one by one. wahlao eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;D: fylz! takmo kental. you can upload everything in a shot. you just click on the central button then you select everything, da!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;F: what?! serious? oh my god, selenge nya aku. all this while i wait and upload one by one seyy. tsk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;- pause for a while -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;D: eh is that called the central button? ke control?? you know the CTRL, central ke control eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;F: HAHA. SUDAH LAH MAKCIK! NAK AJAR TAPI ASAL BLEY HENTAM AJER! HAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL372034copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL372033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-3703458911682934796?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3703458911682934796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=3703458911682934796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3703458911682934796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3703458911682934796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/control-or-central-eh.html' title='CONTROL OR CENTRAL EH'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-1120924984037596124</id><published>2008-05-31T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:18:37.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DASHBOARD CONFESSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;You don't know how sad I am right now. I can cry a river every time I think about it. I miss him so much. I miss his purr. I miss his meow. I miss his smell. I miss looking at the way he closes his eyes and sleeps. I miss feeling ticklish looking at his sleeping position. I miss talking to him while waiting for him to finish up his food. I miss hearing my mum talking and scolding him, as though he understands human's words. He eats alot, and I'm not sure if anyone out there is kind enough to give him that much food just like how we always give him. It's been six days since you went missing. We searched for you everywhere, everyday and every night, and we will never give up. We still have high hopes that you are somewhere out there, alive. Wherever you are right now, I pray that you are safe and are doing fine. Just come home soon, Pucci. Because we all miss you terribly dear cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Darn, I'm tearing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Okay, before I lose my blogging mood, let me just do this to slightly enlighten myself. I realised that there are pictures in my card which are pending to be uploaded here. But I shall take my stroll and upload occasion by occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Last weekend was Disney Naturally at Anchorpoint. Although the environment there was a little disappointing, at least I finally stepped into Anchorpoint. As viewed in pictures, I thought the restaurant is big, beautifully decorated with Disney all over, occupied with cute disney chairs and serves delicious foods. I guess photography really plays an important part in delivering great thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371933.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371935.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371942.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371941.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371943.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So, does the above pictures give your great thoughts? Krik krik, I got it la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;It's been every weekend we meet up and going to places all over Singapore. Until it has come to a point where both of us couldn't think of nice places to go on other weekends. So basically, now on every weekend, we will squeeze our brain and come out with a brilliant plan, which always end up going town to shop, then to Kampung Glam to dine. Singapore kecil dong, mana lagi mahu pergi. Tempat gerek-gerek semua mahal nak mampus. And we are not that rich to begin with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371946.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I know the above picture is redundant but...but last week was a little different. We camwhored, yes me and the boyfriend yang macam paham took multiple shots of me. Okay, that wasn't something different la actually, but nevermind. I need to enlighten myself, remember? Go with the flow lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371959.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371960.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371964.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371970.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371982.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway people, have you ever once surrounded with this feeling whereby you pretty much really want to share with the whole world on how much you love your boyfriend? Like what he does that will really make your day? Like the stupidest things he will do in front of you but not in front of his friends? Like him being so sweet you forget he doesn't do that with his friends? Like sharing the hundred thousands of reason why you love him? And then when you already have that courage to let the whole world know and about to type it all out here, you suddenly changed your mind and thought that wasn't a good idea? All for one solid reason, why do you have to go that far to portray your love for someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;But I'm telling you, I am not going to go far (what the fuck kind of english I'm typing) and make myself look stupid. I am just going to tell you that, on that night itself, he ended my Saturday with a laughter, and it made my smile till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371983.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;That's one of the stupidest things he will do in front of me. HAHAHAHAHAHA, macam belo ah 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/9174795447045449202-1120924984037596124?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1120924984037596124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=1120924984037596124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1120924984037596124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1120924984037596124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/dasdboard-confession.html' title='DASHBOARD CONFESSION'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-3173004350245454708</id><published>2008-05-30T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T01:47:45.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE FASHION IS MEASURED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Remember the little secret I keep from you people months ago? Remember the out-months entry I wrote something about stay tune for the little secret? And that I've got a serious secret to share soon? Remember? Okay well, I know I'm getting a little irritating already but actually, the right word is excited. Yes I am excited right now because that little secret has finally find its way out of the sack. What what what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Hey online shoppers, we've got a knock knock for you. We know it seems hard to imagine a time when we did think twice about buying all sorts of stuff online. It not only makes life easy, but there's a definite thrill when your purchase arrives. There's nothing to beat that knock at the door and a big parcel you know is full of goodies is right there waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;You got that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/79.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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://79inch.livejournal.com/"&gt;( 79inch : where fashion is measured )&lt;/a&gt;&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/9174795447045449202-3173004350245454708?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3173004350245454708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=3173004350245454708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3173004350245454708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3173004350245454708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-fashion-is-measured.html' title='WHERE FASHION IS MEASURED'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-386185398517566195</id><published>2008-05-24T01:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T10:54:14.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTIVATION, INSPIRATIONAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I don't know how to put all these words into sentences. With all the good things happening around me, somehow I know I lack of something; something from my previous life that I miss the most. What's the point of moving on, forgiving each other, when you get nothing in return? I am not saying that I am expecting things from people, but rather I want something out of it. I don't know what's in store for us anymore. I don't know what I should do next. I don't know how to react to everything. I don't know, god I just don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, I received the below inspirational story from my working mail and it left me feeling a little motivated about everything that comes along my way. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed Oolong tea. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the Oolong out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;"Carrots, eggs, and Oolong tea," she replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the Oolong. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The Oolong tea was unique, however. After they were in the boiling water , they had changed the water color and taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a Oolong tea?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart? Or am I like the Oolong tea? The tea actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the tea, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a Oolong tea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.&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/9174795447045449202-386185398517566195?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/386185398517566195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=386185398517566195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/386185398517566195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/386185398517566195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/motivation-inspirational.html' title='MOTIVATION, INSPIRATIONAL'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-5217039959906926341</id><published>2008-05-21T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:57:15.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LET DOWN YOUR HAIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371891.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371888.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371889.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371890.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371893.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Good evening to people around the world! You've guessed it right, I am in a very good mood right now. Why you may ask? Because I'm just done with bathing and I'm smelling delicious. Besides, I finally told myself to stop shopping as I'm done with all that. You know I'm kidding. See, not that I want to stop all this girlfriend's bestfriend activities, it's just that I'm giving myself choices to choose. So I chose to stop and rest my case. Breathe in breathe out, I think I've overspent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371896.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371911.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Singapore is getting hotter and hotter, burning hot okay. Given my weak immune system and the cold environment I'm working in, my body temperature keeps changing drastically. Now if my body could talk, it will definitely tell me how bad it's suffering right now. Yea I know. And it seemed like I need to drink plenty of water, eat more fruits and vegetables. Thank you doctor, I just quoted you haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371909.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371902.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371898.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371910.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I've this sudden urge to exercise or maybe just do some jogging. It's been like what, years since I last exercised? Yup. But I don't have the time, and that's the biggest problem. I miss my secondary school old days. I was as healthy as a rabbit. And I didn't have to worry about gaining weight, because we had Physical Education. Compared to now, it's tiring to be a little self-conscious about everything that you do and eat. Just because you want to look good and feel good about yourself. My boss once said "Confidence defines the beauty of a girl". Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Changing topic, I guessed all the boys and men will stay awake for today's soccer match. If it's something about fashion runway, then maybe you can count me in. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, since it's going to be the month of holiday, have you thought of what is in store for you? Yes, you. Begin with a plan.&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/9174795447045449202-5217039959906926341?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5217039959906926341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=5217039959906926341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/5217039959906926341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/5217039959906926341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-down-your-hair.html' title='LET DOWN YOUR HAIR'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-1931827702422590176</id><published>2008-05-20T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:12:11.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S THIS ONE STEP IN LIFE THAT MAKES YOU WONDER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371862.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371861.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;We were invited to appear in the interview video shoot for our friend's wedding this coming June. As sweet as they are right now, the video shoot was located at NUS, the place where they first met and declared love. I couldn't help feeling happy for the couple. It's every couple's dream to build the relationship together to a much higher level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;"So tell us, how do you know she's the one for you. And you, how do you know he's the one for you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;"When I look at her, she reminds me of my mom. Not that I'm trying to say she replaces my mom, but to have the similar qualities like my mom, I know she's the one for me." Well said, friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;It took a moment for me to realise the importance of that question. Silence, we all know they were busy finding the answer. Truth is, there is no answer to that question. Because it's a special feeling that can only be felt by one's heart. &lt;em&gt;"The only time you ever have in which to learn anything or see anything or feel anything, or express any feeling or emotion, or respond to an event, or grow, or heal, is this moment, because this is the only moment any of us ever gets. You're only here now; you're only alive in this moment."&lt;/em&gt; For a reason, here I am trying to interprete my own feeling. Deep down, I know he is the one for me; the one who will build this empire with me. How do I know? How do you know? How sure am I? That's the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Have you ever spare a minute in your busy life and ponder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Perhaps, I'll save that for my beautiful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371867.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-1931827702422590176?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1931827702422590176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=1931827702422590176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1931827702422590176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1931827702422590176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-this-one-step-in-life-that-makes.html' title='IT&apos;S THIS ONE STEP IN LIFE THAT MAKES YOU WONDER'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-7352585867062706865</id><published>2008-05-19T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:32:45.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE MOVIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371860.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;"When that one day comes and flashes your life before your eyes, make sure it's worth watching."&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/9174795447045449202-7352585867062706865?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7352585867062706865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=7352585867062706865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7352585867062706865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7352585867062706865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-movie.html' title='LIFE MOVIE'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-2786558479467633123</id><published>2008-05-18T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T11:11:11.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUNNING HIGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike2-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;By now everybody should have an idea on what is my boyfriend's passion. You made it looked so great you deserve head turners, shortie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I am thinking of everything that is possible, like life. This is the downfall of not having anything for your brain to work, because all you could simply do is to make it work the other way - foresee your life. The nearer you are to the top, you know it's not easy afterall. Like any other successful women, I want to be somewhere near to them too. I want to walk with assurance that my upcoming life is going to be amazing. But according to Mom, I'm a spendthrift and at the rate I'm going, it might take a little more steps to be there. God maybe, she is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;On a reality note, I finally breathed in town's air on a Saturday afternoon with Fylzah. We searched high and low for a high-waisted skirt for her graduation, and the sale that is going on, let's just say it's not helping. I, on the other hand, felt like slapping one of the Wisma Atria's Charles &amp;amp; Keith salesguy. Boy if you have one person to thank your job, it would have been me. Because I just saved your life by missing out your manager and did the search by myself, when it was supposed to be your bloody job. So much for your "this bag is sold out in all store" and walked away. Not even the slightest eye-contact from you. Fuck you boy. I found the exact bag at Marina Square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The rest of the afternoon was with the boyfriend. Please eh, stop being so mean towards me okay. Time dulu-dulu cute ah, sekarang dah tak cute lagi eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/syg3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/syg1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/syg2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-2786558479467633123?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2786558479467633123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=2786558479467633123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/2786558479467633123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/2786558479467633123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/running-high.html' title='RUNNING HIGH'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-3342807851701231507</id><published>2008-05-17T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T01:31:14.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUGGLING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;"The more emotionally unavailable you are, the more you end up wanting each other". Whatever happened over the phone just now not only left me in disbelief, but it felt as though all this while, I've been playing the idiotic character. Maybe I was right all along. You've changed, and the last thing you could do is to realise it. You know very well that I don't deserve all those, you know it, I just don't. Why do you have to be so mean towards me? Why. Maybe I just need to sleep it off, and tomorrow I'll just plaster a smile upon my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;The less you know, the better.&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/9174795447045449202-3342807851701231507?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3342807851701231507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=3342807851701231507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3342807851701231507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3342807851701231507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/juggling.html' title='JUGGLING'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-7856123436582841271</id><published>2008-05-16T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:18:16.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRESS AND NUDE HEELS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;On different occasion, I feel like wearing a dress some time next week and a pair of nude heels.&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/9174795447045449202-7856123436582841271?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7856123436582841271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=7856123436582841271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7856123436582841271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7856123436582841271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/dress-and-nude-heels.html' title='DRESS AND NUDE HEELS'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-5001366016302488983</id><published>2008-05-14T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:24:06.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEXT BESTFRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I've a thing for mirror every time I woke up. I will always picture myself waking up beside my husband with this morning face. I wonder what will he think of me, like anything near to monster? Well anyway, this morning was rather different. My attention was immediately diverted to my lower lip. It looked so swollen as if someone had injected some helium gas into it while I was snoring away. And it itched pretty badly. I walked around in the house, waiting for someone to ew the shit out of my lip, but amazingly, not even my mom bothered to check me out. So I went up to the little one and thanks, she ew-ed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole day of today, I kept sucking my lower lip. I'll tell you, I'm allergic to seafood only at the age of twenty one. What the (!!!), I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, LaSenza is having her sale from tomorrow onwards and today, I've reserved four items. Shit. Let's just say, it's time to splurge.&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/9174795447045449202-5001366016302488983?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5001366016302488983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=5001366016302488983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/5001366016302488983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/5001366016302488983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/next-bestfriend.html' title='THE NEXT BESTFRIEND'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-1699319080025692756</id><published>2008-05-13T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:43:55.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I GAINED KILOS THAT NIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371778.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371781.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371784.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371785.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371789.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/hah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm not kidding. &amp;amp;Happy Mother's Day, Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371792.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;It's funny how as we grow older, all the things around us changes too. When I was little, I need not have to think of what that's going to come out from my mouth. I need not have to worry of the things I say or do that will hurt others. When I was little, the worst ever punishment I could get was just a stern voice from anyone. I would just plaster a smile on my face and others will smile my cuteness away. But now that we're older, all the things we do and say come with an outcome - be it good or bad. I never like those changes you know, because at times, it will leave me feeling so miserable I could hide in the storeroom. But that's not the point. The point is, eh why like that one ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Well actually, I'm feeling very cool now. Yeah, right. I ordered two tops from Forever21. My brain is storing too many shopping items I think it's going to explode anytime soon if I don't get my pay this week. Charles &amp;amp; Keith, a top from Old Navy, Norton Anti-Virus 2008, Guess. I need to get a purple Guess purse for the elder sister. La Senza, Body Shop....the list will go on but most importantly, I need to get a (I really think I shouldn't continue the sentence). Frankly, I hate to do all this; planning ahead even before getting hold of my pay. Mom said it's unhealthy, I couldn't agree more. Oh, and it's addictive too, Mom. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Tsk. Afterall, I'm a girl.&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/9174795447045449202-1699319080025692756?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1699319080025692756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=1699319080025692756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1699319080025692756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1699319080025692756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-gained-kilos-that-night.html' title='I GAINED KILOS THAT NIGHT'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-6808725698779059999</id><published>2008-05-11T11:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:26:34.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHORTS AND TANK TOPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I hate it when boys blame our PMS for the bad mood. It wasn't anything about that, okay. That's like the most pathetic, stupid and very stupid conclusion to come up with. So if you're down with a bad mood, so what do we say? That you're having some kind of a PMS syndrome too? Or should we just throw the FHM into your face? Now you get my point? Sheeesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Skip. Yesterday was Far East, knocking into shops and I was very much tempted to stop by C&amp;amp;K for their collection of bags. I want that bag, I really really do and you know how much I do but if I were to splurge another amount, that's it. Just bread and plain water for a week. Hold on, just one more week to go before the money rolls in. You pray hard (harder!!) that the bag is still there. I got this feeling it's going to vanish soon. Diam lahhhhhh. Alright alright, so after Far East, we headed down to Farrer Road for Romano to collect his aunt's bikini cake, then to Lempeng Road for Fahn to collect his baja lamps, and then finally (!!!) off to Romano's apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;We had barbequed chickens and prawns. At nine, we all went for a swim. It's crazy to swim at night because the water is damn bloody cold and I forgot how to swim. But it was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371747.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371745.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Towards the midnight, we dropped by my nephew's birthday chalet. One year old, cute eh. On that night itself, my boyfriend let me hear something eerie that his father recorded while fishing at the far end of Changi. He was fishing when he heard his friend, who was sleeping, talking in his sleep using unknown language. He went nearer and heard a female's voice too. So what his father did was, he pressed play on his phone's recorder and threw it near his friend, then walked away. When he came back and when his friend was already awake, he played the voice recorder and oh my god, the female's voice was reccorded very clearly. We all couldn't figure out the language, and according to his friend, he wasn't sleeping at that moment of time. Something was sitting on his chest, and was communicating with him. He tried reaching for help, but couldn't move. He could see everything that was happening, from the moment my boyfriend's father threw his handphone near his friend to the time he walked away. It was just that his eyes were closed as though he was sleeping. I freaked when I heard the voice recorder. And that's when my uncle started sharing his ghost stories too, yes in the middle of midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371750.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371754.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371751.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;That's not the birthday boy but yea, he's cute lah.&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/9174795447045449202-6808725698779059999?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6808725698779059999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=6808725698779059999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6808725698779059999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6808725698779059999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/shorts-and-tank-tops.html' title='SHORTS AND TANK TOPS'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-7175868817091388254</id><published>2008-05-10T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:45:26.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH WOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pink1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pink2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pink3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pink4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pink6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pink5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dig that pink and yellow, oh wow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;I crave for orange juice the most and that's the point because I craved for so many yummy foods and drinks, but I couldn't find the exact temptation to gobble all those down! My body is still crawling ever so slowly to get back all the energy I need. I pant even after a simple bath. I pant after eating half of what I usually ate and that's it - no more food. Then the heart will feel tight, and I will have difficulties in breathing. I am still not well, yea I know. The days of high fever had sucked a kilo from me. I've lost weight, just like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Oh well, actually, I am going to do something fun today. Finally, some plan on a Saturday afternoon. Singapore is a little boring in the day, rightttttttttttttttttttttt?&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/9174795447045449202-7175868817091388254?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7175868817091388254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=7175868817091388254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7175868817091388254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7175868817091388254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-wow.html' title='OH WOW'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-8923213784985556581</id><published>2008-05-07T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:35:48.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BURNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I am here today because I am on 2days MC. The doctor said it was bad; I was down with high fever and my inner body is heating up. I need plenty of water and rest, but that's not it. The thing about me is, I don't finish up the antibiotics. Spent the whole of yesterday sleeping and doing nothing. Skipped breakfast, lunch and dinner because this stomach is not doing me any good favour. I've lost my appetite. Today I feel so light, yet unable to eat that much. And tomorrow is back to work, oh my god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Yesterday and today was supposed to be a very crucial day for me. I was supposed to have a lesson with my kid, since her Science and Mathematics test is on Wednesday and Thursday respectively. Really, I was looking forward to go through all those questions with her, and get her feel prepared and confident. Now I feel so, so bad. On the other hand, I am just glad that everything is over. For all I want is us to be together again, holding no grudges against each other. Forgetting all those sour days, and rejoicing over what's new. Yup, it's time to let go.&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/9174795447045449202-8923213784985556581?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8923213784985556581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=8923213784985556581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8923213784985556581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8923213784985556581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/burning.html' title='BURNING'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-9123872307327935285</id><published>2008-05-05T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:33:20.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STAR LIGHT, STAR BRIGHT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;"From where you stand, can you see the sky or are you in a building?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea, I can see the sky. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"There's no stars tonight, right? You wanna know why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because everytime I miss you, a star falls."&lt;br /&gt;"Diraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I told you, I can be fucking sweet. But really, I miss you dear girlfriend. Don't laugh okay.&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/9174795447045449202-9123872307327935285?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/9123872307327935285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=9123872307327935285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/9123872307327935285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/9123872307327935285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/star-light-star-bright.html' title='STAR LIGHT, STAR BRIGHT.'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-1501952704737763307</id><published>2008-04-29T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:51:32.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALA SESAME STREET</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Daddy, am I the biggest bird here?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/86/260408_Jurong_Bird_Park"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to find out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Ohhhhhh yes! I've found the biggest bird in Jurong Bird Park. HAHA.&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/9174795447045449202-1501952704737763307?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1501952704737763307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=1501952704737763307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1501952704737763307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1501952704737763307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/04/ala-sesame-street.html' title='ALA SESAME STREET'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-3800356821664780272</id><published>2008-04-26T01:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T01:57:11.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOTTOMLINE, YO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371494.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371491.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371492.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371490.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371493.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOVE MY JOB I LOV&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/9174795447045449202-3800356821664780272?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3800356821664780272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=3800356821664780272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3800356821664780272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3800356821664780272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/04/bottomline-yo.html' title='BOTTOMLINE, YO!'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-5195573024759376156</id><published>2008-04-24T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:27:37.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOARD OF WISDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;When no one understands you, that doesn't mean you make a great artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;It took me a while to understand the above sentence, and it got me cracked up seconds later. I need those dosage everyday; to keep reminding myself to laugh and smile, because life is more than just about work. Touching on work, the previous Saturday was a crazy one. Everything was delayed to seven in the evening. I spent another long hours attending conference call and basically, just wait for furthur instruction. The whole testing ended at one in the morning I can't believe half of my Saturday was gone so badly. I thanked the boyfriend for fetching me in the wee hours, because apparently I am afraid of cabs after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371482.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&amp;amp;that was Plaza By The Park's Delifrance break session after long hours of waiting. 10 o'clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Sunday came and I woke up with a message from my tutee. Damn, how can I totally forgot that I've lesson on that day? Then again, I thanked the boyfriend for sending me off to tuition. I could have delay the whole shit if you weren't there for me. The afternoon and evening was spent over at Changi's Chalet, celebrating the boyfriend's brother's birthday. &amp;amp;His dad taught me how to make ketupat. Diam eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371488.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Best, this year raya dah boleh buat ketupat tau mama, papa.&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/9174795447045449202-5195573024759376156?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5195573024759376156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=5195573024759376156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/5195573024759376156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/5195573024759376156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/04/board-of-wisdom.html' title='BOARD OF WISDOM'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-700540944424997668</id><published>2008-04-17T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:40:08.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DADDY'S SWEET TWINS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Would you be just like me and cry out when you're having heartache? Because I just did, and then it occured to me that I am a girl with a soft heart, afterall. I felt so much better after those tears, even if it didn't change the circumstances. Now who don't look forward to weekend? Lots were drawn just now (because apparently nobody wants to volunteer on coming down to work on a beautiful Saturday afternoon), and the bad luck was with me. So there goes my Saturday, that Saturday that I've been waiting for since Monday, that Saturday I've been looking forward to spend with the boyfriend, and that Saturday which is known as a non-working day, god damn it. To make things a little "wow", it's from five in the afternoon to ten at night. Yea, you can scream with me, and screw this bloody whole Saturday with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Most importantly, dearest boyfriend, thank you for being there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Keeping updated, we have been busy with our little *coughinchcough* secret. In the midst of trying to piece everything up to make it look near to perfect, I've forgotten the meaning of getting serious. Girl, let's admit the fact that we are both excited towards this little secret. Just a few more days and everything shall be revealed. Remember the secret we're sharing soon? Psst, it's worth waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy I miss my boyfriend, totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-700540944424997668?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/700540944424997668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=700540944424997668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/700540944424997668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/700540944424997668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/04/daddys-sweet-twins.html' title='DADDY&apos;S SWEET TWINS'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-669849393676113932</id><published>2008-04-16T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:50:30.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNGLE OF LOVE AND SUNSHINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;You should dig into this kind of website often, you know. I wanted to give some love towards this space since days ago but I was busy fighting for oxygen to keep me kicking for the next day. Work is currently in really messy mode because the volume is high during this period I can hardly find time to humour myself. I feel hungry every now and then, and I grow money plant on my working desk (please don't ask me why, I just need something green on my table). Everything felt so good on Friday night, because I know from where you left me, I've grown to be a better someone. Just as clueless as other people, how do you define changes in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Well on a brighter note, I love the weekends. I know boyfriend that I've been whining on every Sunday "can you not go back to camp, b?" and you kept laughing at my sillyness, but you know what makes me heart smile the other night? It's when after all those months of whining, you finally replied "b follow me to camp la." Smart pants, you! Anyway, here's Saturday for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/sat3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/sat4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/sat5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bikela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bikela2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/sat11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/sat15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bikela3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/sat7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bikela4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/sat9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/sat10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/sat12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/sat13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/sat14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bikela5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/sat17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/sat18.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-669849393676113932?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/669849393676113932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=669849393676113932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/669849393676113932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/669849393676113932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/04/jungle-of-love-and-sunshine.html' title='JUNGLE OF LOVE AND SUNSHINE'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-7953348748585854549</id><published>2008-04-08T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:53:00.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLDEN DAY, SPARKLING NIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;My weekends was awesome, fun-filled with so much love. The two days plus Friday night was about shawarma roll, popeye chickens, dipped chocolate brownies, dirt bike, spring collection, the brown bag, new cashcard, laughing over the boyfriend's old kid pictures, horning at Bangla, driving around, pizza! My boyfriend suddenly craved for pizza on a Saturday afternoon, and he flashed his agreement in just one second, and I flashed my fifty bucks on the bag. I must be too loaded, just at that point of time because I've overspent and it sucks! Great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;Bb: Say something sweet, darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Biloo: I love you honey bunny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bb: I love you too horny horsey. Lick your lips. Lick your lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Biloo: Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Bb: You're thinking of me right? You miss me. I miss you too, terribly.&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/9174795447045449202-7953348748585854549?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7953348748585854549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=7953348748585854549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7953348748585854549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7953348748585854549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/04/golden-day-sparkling-night.html' title='GOLDEN DAY, SPARKLING NIGHT'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-8239788615315691418</id><published>2008-04-03T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T01:30:36.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRL'S BESTFRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Apart from getting myself a bag and a pair of sandal, I feel like pampering the bonus at La Senza. Hmmmmm.&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/9174795447045449202-8239788615315691418?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8239788615315691418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=8239788615315691418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8239788615315691418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8239788615315691418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/04/girls-bestfriend.html' title='GIRL&apos;S BESTFRIEND'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-1921632655949379162</id><published>2008-03-31T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:41:42.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHISPER TO ME GIRLFRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/DSC05141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;We have a secret to share soon, shhss.&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/9174795447045449202-1921632655949379162?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1921632655949379162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=1921632655949379162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1921632655949379162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1921632655949379162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/03/whisper-to-me-girlfriend.html' title='WHISPER TO ME GIRLFRIEND'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-1305288638933425022</id><published>2008-03-30T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:39:42.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CALL FOR RANDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Saturday finally came and we had breakfast at MacDonald. The boyfriend couldn't stop craving for his pancakes everytime we talked about "I miss having breakfast with you" on the phone. Saturday's breakfast was first half of silence because I was in a foul mood and ofcourse, the boyfriend kept making funny noises and acted cute even while munching. I know all he wanted was me to smile and laugh, and yes I admit I was holding back my laughter till my stomach hurts. In front of this boy cannot give in one, must action action fierce. So while I was battling with my hidden laughter, I lectured him on his savings. I even threatened to hide his atm card. After a few minutes of our high low conversation, I finally burst into laughter and took his pancake away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Afternoon was Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's at Dempsey Hill with the girlfriends. I love chocolate with banana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bnj2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bnj4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The boys took turns to get the driver's seat and fidgeted with the old equipments there. Cool eh. Kalau tu bus bergerak, orang-orang yang kat depan tengah syiok makan ice-cream semua mati okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bnj3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bnj5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/84"&gt;(BEN &amp;amp; JERRY'S)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I know, what was I thinking sey when doing that face. It was supposed to be candid girls. Sunday was flea at Zouk. The mass crowd didn't stop us from grabbing what's nice and affordable, and I got myself a blouse. Boo to the brown shorts, Fyl. I need to lose some fats there la.&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/bnj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-1305288638933425022?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1305288638933425022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=1305288638933425022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1305288638933425022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1305288638933425022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/03/call-for-random.html' title='CALL FOR 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-9174795447045449202.post-8776737756676150213</id><published>2008-03-29T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T01:19:02.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME MACHINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/collage2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;"Gf! I love you!" and then a few hours later, another message came in. "B, do you know that I sayang you?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Those were the little things that keep me going throughout the weekdays. Those were the little things that make me misses him so much I wish I could plant a wet kiss on his cheeks. We will talk on the phone for half an hour every night before his bedtime and will count the number of days left to Friday. It's fun but it's just another form of entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;"Today's Monday, tomorrow's Tuesday, then Wednesday, and then Thursday, and ta-daa..it's Friday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;"It's fast la b, just stop counting the number of days."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;You know I would be lying to myself if I didn't count the number of days left. You know I would be lying to myself if I pretended not to miss you. Because you know that it has been you all along that I am talking about every now and then. I miss you so much right now. But I know, all that should wait till Friday. I love it when he fetched me from work on every Friday in his uniform. He looks cuter every week eventhough I am convinced that it was just another of my ticklish thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;"When we get married, I want to teach all my kids to sleep under the blanket with one leg sticking out of the blanket. I want them all to be like me, like their dad."&lt;br /&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;"And when we have kids, I want to take care of all my kids. I want all my kids to grow up with books, no toys. I want to make sure they share the same interest just like their dad. Off-road. All of my boys must ride an off-road bike, and must know how to drive at a young age. My girls must all dress well. B, isn't it cute to dress them up in overall?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I know, we are talking about the future. Mum, I've grown up! I am finally talking about the future! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&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/9174795447045449202-8776737756676150213?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8776737756676150213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=8776737756676150213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8776737756676150213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8776737756676150213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-machine.html' title='TIME MACHINE'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-8566252631471047971</id><published>2008-03-26T12:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:17:51.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MICROPHONE AND SPEAKER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" width="380" height="320" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="first_video_id=sugaryrush:video:6&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;amp;is_owned=1" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/83"&gt;(HEY HEY YOU YOU! I DON'T LIKE YOUR GF!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-8566252631471047971?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8566252631471047971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=8566252631471047971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8566252631471047971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8566252631471047971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/03/microphone-and-speaker.html' title='MICROPHONE AND SPEAKER'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-4871500692976587088</id><published>2008-03-23T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:22:36.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER ORANGE YELLOW PLAYHOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/82"&gt;(HAUTE FOX FASHION SUMMER SHOW)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The best damn thing to drool over pretty girls and boys. Yeah, I saw a pretty boy and got excited and the models reminded me so much of Barbie and Ken, don't you think so?&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/9174795447045449202-4871500692976587088?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4871500692976587088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=4871500692976587088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4871500692976587088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4871500692976587088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/03/summer-orange-yellow-playhouse.html' title='SUMMER ORANGE YELLOW PLAYHOUSE'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-4861382735384092081</id><published>2008-03-22T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:15:16.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MR SUGARDADDY'S GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370994.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370996.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370995.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Night Safari was not too bad, thanks to the free tickets we got from the boyfriend's dad. I love the night Safari-like atmosphere. Somehow it made me feel a little peaceful, a little cosy to be exact. We took the tram around and according to the tour guide tram, we were on one of the best nights. I couldn't stand humans who refuse to listen to instruction. We have people on the tram snapping pictures with flash despite being warned again and again. I don't know, is it stupid or something? Apart from that, I went wow!!!!!! upon seeing the huge elephant. Mama, I'm still a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370990.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370986.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370987.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370984.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Mael, thanks for being our 'child', and the car ride of course. =) Dah, mata takmo steam la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Good Friday was another shopping day, y'all. I went richer on the day before, and I, I decided to shop with Fylzah, plus two little one. Actually, it was a pact made by us the week before Good Friday when we dropped by Cotton On and felt a big hole in our purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So there you go. The Cotton On bag was purchased at a dollar and it was big enough to dump all other things we shopped. It felt absolute good, but at the same time, crazy. When was the last time I shop, I mean shopped? Ahhhh, my happy pills!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL371094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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 nak hold your hand. I nak hold your hand. I nak hug you. I nak hug you!"&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/9174795447045449202-4861382735384092081?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4861382735384092081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=4861382735384092081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4861382735384092081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4861382735384092081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/03/night-safari-was-not-too-bad-thanks-to.html' title='MR SUGARDADDY&apos;S GIRL'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-4660383174338699364</id><published>2008-03-20T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T02:01:40.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUMP JUMP JUMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370966.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370972.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;That was last week for you, and I could still remember how hard we tried the jumping shots with my digicam. It was hilarious, totally. It took more than one try to get the perfect shot. And ofcourse, we couldn't stop jumping for more. All of us was trying to jump like the little one, and not look somehow stupid or retarded, but yeah, we all ended up looking distorted. Haha that was after heavy lunch I tell you.&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/SL370949.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370945.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370944.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370943.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370948.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;We had lunch at Galileo cafe and mom was too nice and kind to give us two free blended drinks and 30% percent off the total bill. I love my mommy, she is so kind like me.&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/SL370979.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-4660383174338699364?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4660383174338699364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=4660383174338699364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4660383174338699364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4660383174338699364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/03/jump-jump-jump.html' title='JUMP JUMP JUMP'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-6895591318948045813</id><published>2008-03-19T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:50:02.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE TWO THREE FOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;For all these days, I am not on my right track. I think I am falling sick anytime soon and people think I am deprive of sleep when I am actually not. I am just tired you know, but I can't really figure out what took my oxygen away. Work was fine, totally fine. After work was pretty much nothing, except for the on-off tuition on alternate days. I realised how much I really need all those extra income to top up all my unnecessary spendings. Oh yes, when everybody else is taking up loan from the bank, I took up loan from my dad minus the interest like duh. All of us shared an equal amount of money to buy the Dell laptop. You know mum, I don't see a reason why we need to buy a laptop just because you funnily came up with the idea that jc students need laptop to do their project work and study. I had thinking bubbles all above my head when you told me to fork out $500. I could go shopping and drop dead okay. But of course, I agreed. God, what was I thinking??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So now you know who also have to buy a wireless modem to dress up the naked laptop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Just when I was damn bloody bloody happy that my phone bill has dropped from $160 to $70, I had to sigh and watch my money go down to the little one's bill. I think she is taking advantage of everything. No, taking advantage of me! One more time your bill increases, I swear I am not going to pay for your bills anymore. Now I don't think it's easy to have a four years old younger growing teenager under a sister's care. Boleh jatuh bankrupt la. And yesterday, I had my desktop computer repaired for one two three four..four hundred bucks. Duit lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I terribly miss him tonight. Why eh? Like I said, everybody is getting sick these days. So is he. I couldn't stop laughing upon hearing his voice. Macam bapok, a`ah I pun sayang you. And for the past three days, we've been texting each other funny and crazy stuffs. WTF stands for what the fuck. So what does WTFL stands for? When The Fucker Leaves your head ah! It's What The Fuck Lor. "Idk kire stands for I don't know ah. It kept me thinking faw." Yes, it's For A While created by Muhammad Farhan Mazlan. Okay babe, you've won the most cutest and creative boyfriend minta kene sepak award, roll eyes. I fucking miss you already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I want to shop during the weekends. &amp;amp;I received the complimentary ticket to catch Fox Summer Fashion at Marina this Saturday. Lalalalalalalalala, watch me smile so wide.&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/9174795447045449202-6895591318948045813?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6895591318948045813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=6895591318948045813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6895591318948045813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6895591318948045813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-two-three-four.html' title='ONE TWO THREE FOUR'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-6823600610126979403</id><published>2008-03-14T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T03:10:59.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOTCAKES AND PANCAKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;On behalf of people's thought, I really don't understand why do you have to be so selfish and make things so much difficult for me. If I say it's as easy as ABC, then I must be feeling so sorry for you. Well I guess this is yet another challenge for me in working life. Interacting with people of different ages and boy, you should really know the definition of 'The Office'. It's not easy to please those people. It's not. And to have someone to please you, is way out of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;With all the two-faced things happening around me, they just taught me one thing - to be yourself. I mean, what's the point of pretending? You don't get the first prize to New York, you don't get shopping vouchers, you just don't. All you get is me looking at you in one angle; just how do you manage to do that? Aren't you tired of putting a mask over your already pathetic face? Because if you don't, then I am. What is so wrong with you people? I tried again and again to understand these kind of people, but I couldn't. I keep telling myself, no matter how different people are from me, there's no one reason for me to dislike them because they are being themselves and for one to be just who they are require people's respect. I guess not everybody is like me. My mama always tell me that I came into this world with a soft heart. Well maybe, this soft heart somehow blinded me from seeing the real persona of a person. Either way, I am being true to myself. I don't pretend, no I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I took a leave on Wednesday and these girls should know why. Besides, we miss you Shab. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/heygfs6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/81/120308_Dress_Up"&gt;(HAPPY HAPPY PILLS)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Can I have one slumber party this year, dear all girlfriends? Just one. We'll play by the theme Cotton On, and we could laugh all night and exchange hot juicy stories. We could even let the camera do their self-timer magic. Oh goodness dolls, I smell fun!&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/9174795447045449202-6823600610126979403?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6823600610126979403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=6823600610126979403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6823600610126979403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6823600610126979403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/03/hotcakes-and-pancakes.html' title='HOTCAKES AND PANCAKES'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-4580856636149371666</id><published>2008-03-09T22:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:18:28.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISBEHAVE SUGAR LOVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;We actually booked two seats on last Thursday just to catch Step Up 2 The Streets yesterday. The Streets was good, was worth watching. Fahn was asking me why it wasn't Jessica Alba, and I asked him the same too, why wasn't it Micheal Scofield? Shut up lah, or we both will be drooling in the cinema. I wanted so bad to shop at those stores in Vivo, but I just had to discipline myself or else the following days to my pay are going to be a suffering one. Oh right, Fahn said no to Aldo even before seeing the pair itself. Boohoo times ten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;We rushed down to Lau Pa Sat to meet the others for seafood deluxe. Finally babes, finally! We had all these to ourselves, sedap!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/lps1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/lps2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/lps3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/lps4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/lps5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Next time, we have to get a table with an extra top that can turn, so that we won't have to keep passing dishes after dishes. Hurhur. We talked and joked over dinner, and I was praying hard that the cockles don't do harm to my stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/lps8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/lps7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/lps6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;With that, I'm glad I survived, hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;By now, you should already know us better than before. What's a camera without photos. Spotted a perfect space with a perfect height for the cameras, we cam-whored like nobody's business. We all love double, triple, and more self-timers. Even when one had given up posing and walked away, for sure he or she will come running back when either one of us shouted "Eh okay, cepat pose, cepat pose!". =) It's addictive mah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/lps11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/lps10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/lps9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/79/080308_Lau_Pa_Sat"&gt;(LAU PA SAT)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Today was another day spent with preetyboy. I finally got back my hands on the steering wheel. Best kan I drive, sampai you tertido. We bought chicken puff from Polar, red bean pancakes and tau huey from Jolly Bean, and drove down to Changi. Ate in the car and both of us ended up snoring away. If only tomorrow's another Sunday, oh well. You will love me more for all that smiles and laughter. You are a part of me, a part of my daily dosage. I love you, Biloo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Can't working people have one week work holiday just like one week school holiday for the kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/9174795447045449202-4580856636149371666?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4580856636149371666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=4580856636149371666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4580856636149371666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4580856636149371666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/03/misbehave-sugar-loves.html' title='MISBEHAVE SUGAR LOVES'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-1215751715889187110</id><published>2008-03-07T08:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T08:51:15.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMELL THE MORNING BREEZE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;It's Friday! Time to take the helmet out, meet the boyfriend in the late evening and late dinner at Simpang. I love Friday!&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;br /&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;Goodmorning, sunshine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-1215751715889187110?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1215751715889187110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=1215751715889187110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1215751715889187110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1215751715889187110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/03/smell-morning-breeze.html' title='SMELL THE MORNING BREEZE'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-4048942929517131371</id><published>2008-03-06T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T08:52:19.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PERFECT STRANGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370746.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So dear readers, did you grab your free coffee today at the Starbucks? The morning atmosphere in the office just now was no ordinary day. It smelt of coffee, and Starbucks' cup was on majority's table. I had MacCafe's hot chocolate though, because I don't drink coffee and coffee doesn't love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370779.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;How do you define someone who is not a shoe person but loves shoes? I'm still thinking of that eighty one buckeroos Aldo's and that is why I am still wide awake. Guess I should just wait for the boyfriend and see what he has to say. I miss him since Monday. No, since Sunday night. Biloo, let's go to Charles &amp;amp; Keith and then to Cotton On. They have nice pair of sandals and shoes, believe me. We can shop all day on Saturday, right? Yippee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I am going random, if you must know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;It was just now that I finally figured out where has all my money gone to, that left me with too little cash to survive till the next pay day. It's the hair and the extra cash I gave dad to buy his socks and underwear. For all I know, I didn't shop on this month's pay. No Forever21, no Fox Women. Nothing boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The whole night of Monday, I could feel red ants bitting off pieces of my heart. Lucky there was her, calling me in the middle of night and went "Dirah, I'm feeling low." Sugar, how you know I'm feeling very low too? We conversed for two hours until my phone's battery went dead. I haven't been hogging on the phone with a girlfriend for so long I couldn't remember when. It was nice you know. To know that there are people who actually feel secure and comfortable talking to you rather than the others. But I hope it wasn't just some another drama, not being true and dumped you when you are not in need anymore. I still can't figure out how people who are close to your heart could even do that to you. I must say that I envy those kind of people. Just how do you do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Not everything is according to one's plan and not everyone can stay. Okay, pictures time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/star1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/star2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/star3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/star4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/star5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;B is no longer for Baby. B is now for Biloo. I called him Biloo, and how do you like the photo edits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-4048942929517131371?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4048942929517131371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=4048942929517131371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4048942929517131371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4048942929517131371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/03/perfect-stranger.html' title='THE PERFECT STRANGER'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-2748384881612777631</id><published>2008-02-27T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:06:11.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIZE P IS NOT BONEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370743.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Okayyy, stop refreshing. Every eight out of ten people think that this new haircut somehow makes me looked four years younger. &amp;amp;I can't deny it too because when everytime I see myself in the mirror, I can't help thinking of my school days. Told you, it's refreshing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I've been doing a lot of research on part-time degree. Each time I do some calculation on the course fee, I feel pinches all over my body. So while I'm at it, I can feel the heavy burden my dad has been carrying on his shoulder, alone. Times like this, I envy my dad. Given his middle income, I admire on how he managed to get all his three daughters to school. He must have sacrificed a lot. He is my secret strength. The other night, he gave me the inspiration to shop less and save more for school, just in case things turn otherwise. What's important has to be at the top of the list, and it is the temptation that gives way to spending unnecessarily. I couldn't agree more. Now, dad is starting to treat me like an adult. There's no way I can disappoint him. I just know I can't. On the other side, school calls out for more "Hi, nama apa?". Hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;See, there's always the brighter side of everything. Now, what to wear tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-2748384881612777631?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2748384881612777631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=2748384881612777631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/2748384881612777631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/2748384881612777631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/02/size-p-is-not-boney.html' title='SIZE P IS NOT BONEY'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-7059880735538866572</id><published>2008-02-23T10:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T10:33:45.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POSH BOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;"Short haircuts are timeless; they can make you look younger and at the same time more intelligent. They can boost your confidence and simply make you feel more in control. It's a great option for women who want to project a strong yet feminine image and spend less time managing their hair."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Okayyyy, that's such an inspiration. Let's go!&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/9174795447045449202-7059880735538866572?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7059880735538866572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=7059880735538866572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7059880735538866572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7059880735538866572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/02/posh-bob.html' title='POSH BOB'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-3466168532633835519</id><published>2008-02-23T02:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T02:40:43.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SUNSHINE OF MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/kawan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Friendship is meant to be shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/kawan4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Even having the most fun just doing nothing together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/kawan3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;They are like being caught in a shower of sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/kawan1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&amp;amp;Sometimes friends can make it all better just by being near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/kawan2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;It's no secret who loves you when you've got a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/kawan5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Because true friends cheerfully forget the times when we aren't quite our best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/77"&gt;&lt;u&gt;(THE BEST ANTIQUES ARE OLD FRIENDS)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-3466168532633835519?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3466168532633835519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=3466168532633835519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3466168532633835519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3466168532633835519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunshine-of-my-life.html' title='THE SUNSHINE OF MY LIFE'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-3574275933687563587</id><published>2008-02-17T21:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:36:53.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUGAR MAMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370735.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'll just have to survive on this little cash for another two more days. So early dinner just now was with the boyfriend's mother at Galileo Cafe, the place where my younger sister works. It's not easy to get the younger sister to serve me at home because usually, I'll be the one serving her and satisfying all her nonsense needs. Sometimes it gets a little irritating, but when I looked back, she's the only baby in the family and it is my responsibility to make her happy all day. Yes, no? It doesn't matter la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Sunday is going to end in less than an hour and I can't believe I am still switched on to my forever Sunday sulking mode. Let's all admit the obvious fact that who loves Sunday to end. Okay, minus those who are workaholic and those who loves school because of pretty pretty boys and girls. Other than that, I know you are somehow in my team. I sulk on every Sunday because my boyfriend will be returning to camp and I am returning back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Ah talking about work, it's amazing that nowadays 5.30pm comes by so quick. Maybe because the new desk is giving me so much enjoyment and space and privacy. I've moved to a new desk which is twice spacious than the previous desk, also away from my bugger. Thank you God for answering to my prayers. I simply cannot work with lazy people, who only know how to give order and just remain comfortable at her own seat. Tomorrow I'll be bringing in a small tub of raisins and a small tin of Fox sweets. And perhaps somewhere in the middle of the week, I'll decorate the sides of my desk with photos of my girlfriends and boyfriend and yes, my family too. Plus a snap of my cat. Those are the simple things that will make me smile whenever I feel so bored at work. &amp;amp;When the pay is in, I'll get myself a small pillow to hug, a sweater to keep me warm, a speaker to add some soft background music and a new comfortable mouse to rest my right hand. This is going to be my second home, oh yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dad has been talking about opening an insurance account and getting myself a private degree in accounting and finance. And I am concern about dieting, hahaa. Okay dad, a degree. A degree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;Shitttttttttttttt.&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/9174795447045449202-3574275933687563587?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3574275933687563587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=3574275933687563587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3574275933687563587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3574275933687563587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/02/sugar-mama.html' title='SUGAR MAMA'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-6753381246826234191</id><published>2008-02-16T01:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T10:04:09.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Previously, I had a super long weekend. How I wished five days are weekends and two days are weekdays. The world will be like a playground, full of laughter and excitement. We celebrated Nana's belated birthday on Saturday, together with delicious foods and super chocolate syrup marshmellows. Too bad I was down with a mouth ulcer, which caused my whole right jaw to swollen. I had difficulties talking, let alone eating. I starved myself on the third day of the mouth ulcer because I couldn't find any peace to eat and love for food. The celebration was the fourth day of my mouth ulcer and I don't care. I swallowed more than 5 bbq marshmellows, dipped in heaty chocolate syrup.&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/birthday2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/birthday1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/birthday3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/birthday4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/75"&gt;(HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NANA)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I tell you, the birthday girl shined throughout the night. You're gorgeous, sweetheart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The little one's birthday celebration was on the following Tuesday, which also marked another day of my leave.&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/nirah3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/nirah4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I am a nice sister, I know. I promised her that I'll spend time with her on her beautiful day, pampering her with foods and showering her with some sister's love. Of course, I secretly have another younger sister who lived under a different roof. Not that my father married another woman, and not that my mother previously married another man, but we were once her babysitter and we treated her just like a part of our family.&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/nirah5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/nirah2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;We took neoprints and decorated them with so much love. She took half of the printed picture, kept it in her wallet and walked out of the store with smiles carved on her face. It touched my heart, because I know she loves us the same. Sent her off for her netball practice and we headed to VivoCity for our the other part of the birthday celebration; shopping! The little one was given buckeroos to buy herself a pair of sneakers at Pull and Bear. We spent almost half an hour sitting on the black sofa waiting patiently for the salesperson to find a new pair at the other outlet and trying out their caps. It was cool, leaving us with a decision to make - to buy or not to buy. Kental, aku tahu. If we pay for the cap, we are going to walk out of the store with a hundred dollar lesser in the purse. So we walked out and I pulled the little one to Forever21. Yes, another hole in my pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;We made a short trip to fox, had a little conversation with the salesperson, smiled and walked off to New Urban Male. I know, diam eh. It so happened that all the salesperson knew my sister was picking a pair of footwear as her birthday present from me. Lucky they didn't turn on the birthday song or sang a loud birthday song or I will definitely walk out and leave my sister alone. Anyway, we had so much fun making conversation with every salesperson in every store we went in. We are friendly people mah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dinner was at Fig &amp;amp; Olive. I gained so much fats on that particular day, boohoo.&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/nirah6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/nirah7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;And after that, we tried to make jumping shots which sucks. I don't understand why the little one had to jump like a star and ended up looking like a retarded frog in the pictures. Haha, maybe it's the new cool trend.&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/nirah9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/nirah10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;After which, followed by multiple self-timer shots.&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/nirah8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/nirah1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/nirah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/76"&gt;(HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NIRAH)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Okay it's Saturday, it's time to shop yet again! I want to do something cute like calling up my boyfriend now and asked him again what is he wearing today for our date. And also include that I miss him this morning, hoho. Good morning people!&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/9174795447045449202-6753381246826234191?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6753381246826234191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=6753381246826234191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6753381246826234191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6753381246826234191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/02/bohemian-rhapsody.html' title='BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-5053519738692059770</id><published>2008-02-12T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:01:55.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL YOU NEED IS A LITTLE LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/eve_cny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;They are my happy, happy pills on the eve of Chinese New Year!&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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/sat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&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;On last Saturday the meet-up with the Teksters after my breakfast at Popeye with the boyfriend, was madly love. Those polytechnic days were missed by all of us; we exchanged laughter every minute and calling up each other after every tutorials/labs/lectures. We hit the canteen more than the number of times we went for class. It was fun, obviously not like now. Work; we have to be more aware of the little things we said and the people around you can be the totally opposite of you &amp;amp;you have to blend in. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, our plan to catch the movie 27 dresses was cancelled because the tickets were either selling out fast, sold out or the timing was too late for us. So instead, we add little joy to our already sour hearts and have lunch at Fish &amp;amp; Co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370598.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Yeah, we ordered a meal and it came with salads. Us, salads? Okay girls, something is totally tak kene lah. We had little, little small jokes over lunch but it kept us laughing throughout the meal. I was down with a full stomach, Syasya couldn't stop burping with her oppps! expression after every burp and Nurul couldn't stop digging in for more food. Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;After lunch, we walked around Orchard to do a little shopping spree, which obviously wasn't the 'we', but 'me'. "Kau cakap je nak beli kasut, nanti kau tengok je, confirm you'll walk out of this Far East with a bag." Yes ah Nurul, it's a girl's thing hor! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;To me, friendship is a colourful, wonderful thing. We share a love for each other that is so strong, it cannot be recreated. I love all my girlfriends! =)&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/9174795447045449202-5053519738692059770?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5053519738692059770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=5053519738692059770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/5053519738692059770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/5053519738692059770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-you-need-is-little-love.html' title='ALL YOU NEED IS A LITTLE 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-9174795447045449202.post-7701573565924758309</id><published>2008-02-08T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:59:22.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE IS RED; RED IS LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/loveisred2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the trees. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think there is something wrong with them, when, in reality, they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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've found a brave boy, with a hidden soft heart &amp;amp;boy, I'm flattered. &lt;a href="http://lilfarhan.multiply.com/photos/album/29/F_N"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-7701573565924758309?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7701573565924758309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=7701573565924758309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7701573565924758309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7701573565924758309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-is-red-red-is-love.html' title='LOVE IS RED; RED IS 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-9174795447045449202.post-5276152466358935213</id><published>2008-02-03T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:26:24.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE FOR MY SWEETS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Since the weather yesterday was pretty dark, we had no choice but to cancel our plan to suntan. We killed some time by walking around in VivoCity before giving up on the weather and purchased two movie tickets. With frustration, we sat on the bridge leading to St James and whined. I never enjoy watching a movie, unless its sound system rocks and considered worth watching. I hate the cold feeling in the cinema, because it is a distraction. Minutes later, the weather seemed fine, so we returned the movie tickets, was refunded and then off to Sentosa. Obviously there was no sun, so instead of suntanning, we swam. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pics.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;That day itself, we had our potrait drawn and I had a good laugh. The drawing turned out pretty unaccurate, though. It felt so weird to have someone drawing your face la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pics1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pics2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pics3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Later that night, we did Simpang with four other friends of preetyboy. Yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Just now brunch was at Hajjah Maimunah with the family. You know parents, they can walk around Geylang just like how I walk around Bugis. We spent an hour walking in the dry market. I could have complained like nobody's business, but I chose to concentrate playing the PSP. Good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pics6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pics7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pics4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I love mommy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pics5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;...and daddy.&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/9174795447045449202-5276152466358935213?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5276152466358935213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=5276152466358935213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/5276152466358935213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/5276152466358935213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-for-my-sweets.html' title='ONE FOR MY SWEETS'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-1674107862429720112</id><published>2008-02-03T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T02:00:23.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BECAUSE EVEN IF YOU MISS THE MOON, YOU'LL LAND ON THE STARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/hoodies4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The brown bag I bought online from YourStyle came, and I know this time around, it's going to be more than just one item. Good quality. My bank amount has gone flat, the reason why I had to stop going down to town to shop and focus on my tuition kids for side income. It'll only be one week, and then I'll go wild on money again. I should stop this habit and start another saving account for after-marriage planning maybe? Kidding, totally kidding. Then again, that's healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The other night, I felt so much love for hoodies and photo-taking. I miss the boyfriend's presence over the weekdays. I wish I could spend a whole lot sum of money on studio's couple photo-taking. I could proudly frame it in my room and stare at it the entire night if I can't sleep. Or miss the boyfriend. Oh well, when things don't work that way, we'll go the alternative way. The self-timer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/hoodies3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/hoodies2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/hoodies1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-1674107862429720112?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1674107862429720112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=1674107862429720112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1674107862429720112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1674107862429720112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/02/because-even-if-you-miss-moon-youll.html' title='BECAUSE EVEN IF YOU MISS THE MOON, YOU&apos;LL LAND ON THE STARS'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-465501024994363919</id><published>2008-01-31T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:42:08.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AIM FOR THE MOON, I'LL TELL YOU WHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/hug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Yes I know that this is a little too late but I've made it official on the day I accompanied you for your O'level results. Congratulation, my little one! You've made the people around you proud. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can smell Fridayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!&lt;/b&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/9174795447045449202-465501024994363919?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/465501024994363919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=465501024994363919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/465501024994363919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/465501024994363919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/01/aim-for-moon-ill-tell-you-why.html' title='AIM FOR THE MOON, I&apos;LL TELL YOU WHY'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-6463236807671885409</id><published>2008-01-29T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:57:37.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DARN GOOD STRAWBERRIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I wanted to do this long time ago, but I was too deprived of sleep and abandoned this little space. Like I've mentioned earlier, my Friday was super sweet. I took another day off from work in the name of fun. Do you realise that there is no public holiday in January? So, the solution is self-leave. Even so, I couldn't bring myself to wake up as late as in the afternoon because I am so used to getting up as early as 8 in the morning. Last Friday, I woke up and received a call from a girlfriend who skipped work because the night before was Dbl O for her. I invited her over for a short nap, but we ended up going to the polyclinic for a medical certificate. By the time we reached home, it was already time to meet the other girlfriends at Lido MacCafe. And yes, we were late. =) Meet my girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/mccafe6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/mccafe1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The brownies was hot, I tell you. Topped with chocolate fudge, I know I will walk off without regret. I had mocha frap with the all-time favourite whipped cream. &amp;amp;then Nana brought out her laptop for some candid shots that left us laughing with madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/mccafe14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/mccafe13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/mccafe4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/mccafe11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/mccafe12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The boyfriend fetched me at night, got changed and we waited patiently for Arman and Nurul. Late dinner was at West Coast and I was down with cramps for stuffing foods in an empty stomach. Bah, I farted a lot after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pump1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pump2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Powerhouse was playing trance the whole night and we had to give it a miss. Ministry was our next house but the temptation to drop by The Pumproom for free entrance and drinks made us hang out there for more than an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pump4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pump3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;By the time we wanted to enter Ministry, it was already a little late. &amp;amp;Since Arena was playing hot songs, we paid for the entrance and walked in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pump5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Yes, we still took photos in the wee morning and a drunk man did his pick-up line at me which I instantly walked off and hugged preetyboy, who was giggling at me la. Funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/pump6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/74"&gt;(PUMPROOM&amp;amp; MAIN ARENA)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I came home the next morning only to get to know that mom and sisters were going to be a one-day tourist at Sentosa. The call out for Sentosa was too strong that I decided to tag along and forget about getting some sleep. Afterall, it was the elder's treat. My eyes were 'screaming' for help, yet I managed to enjoy myself there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/sentosa2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370335.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/sentosa1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/73"&gt;(OH YES, SENTOSA)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;And after stuffing that papaya in my mouth, I fall asleep at the table and was awaken by mom's "adik, you can sleep there alone all day". Tsk. Even so, that did not stop me from meeting the boyfriend (again) later at night for some Simpang-ing Bedok. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;On another note, I got my phone back on Sunday.&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/9174795447045449202-6463236807671885409?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6463236807671885409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=6463236807671885409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6463236807671885409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6463236807671885409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/01/darn-good-strawberries.html' title='DARN GOOD STRAWBERRIES'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-4744735763237616057</id><published>2008-01-23T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:20:29.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG WAY TO GO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I tell you, I was down with anger the entire of yesterday. Working life is never close to being easy, and you can never expect the same treatment like how you used to get in school. Everything is so different, especially dealing with people who always put words in your mouth. So the whole night of yesterday, I did a lot of thinking. What my assistant officer said was true - don't let people lead you by the nose. Be firm and decide for yourself. Should you need to voice out, don't be afraid. Only then you'll succeed in your career life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;That was exactly what I did just now. If one chooses to be selfish, then everybody shall be selfish and suffer. But it's okay, the thought of I'll be on two days leave is pretty enough to make me smile throughout the weekend. And yes in addition to it, no more of sacrificing my Saturday for the kids. I am glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Boy, I have sweet plans on Friday and my phone is finding its way to the dustbin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, to all the O'level students in the house, spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot wishes you all the best and good luck for your result tomorrow. Whatever the result is, bare in mind that you've done your best. =)&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/9174795447045449202-4744735763237616057?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4744735763237616057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=4744735763237616057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4744735763237616057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4744735763237616057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-way-to-go.html' title='LONG WAY TO GO'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-8005282778401646848</id><published>2008-01-21T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T01:03:18.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWENTY OR TWENTY ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Today, a friend asked me what is my age this year and I gave her a quick reply, "Twenty!". Then one second later, everything felt so wrong and uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, how can I totally forget that I've added one to my age?&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/9174795447045449202-8005282778401646848?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8005282778401646848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=8005282778401646848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8005282778401646848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8005282778401646848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/01/twenty-or-twenty-one.html' title='TWENTY OR TWENTY ONE'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-3769799370118467023</id><published>2008-01-20T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T01:44:50.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYFRIEND AND BIKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/carry3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time, please learn how to hold the umbrella okay.&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/9174795447045449202-3769799370118467023?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3769799370118467023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=3769799370118467023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3769799370118467023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3769799370118467023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/01/boyfriend-and-bike.html' title='BOYFRIEND AND BIKE'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-6616548570466482999</id><published>2008-01-19T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T01:38:06.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T YOU KNOW DEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Friday night, we had our virgin dinner at Fish &amp;amp; Co. It was my suggestion and preetyboy's treat. That night, seems like everybody was celebrating their own personal occasion. We were, of course, celebrating over Friday's night - the night preetyboy book out and the night which marks the end of a long weekday. I called it joy, top up with their whipped cream. Fantabulous!&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/SL370132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;It's for two, but we thought even if a third person shared the food with us, we can still walk out of Fish &amp;amp; Co with continuous burps. So you think my boyfriend eats a lot?&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/SL370159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;We stopped by Esplanade only to be greeted with massive population of young people. The old times were far much better. Those days when Esplanade was first built. Those days when young people were still hanging around Penin. Those days when Esplanade seemed like a tourist attraction. All those have been destroyed, help? We spent a pathetic half an hour there and walked off. And I swear I was feeling all worn out I wished a bed will appear in the middle of Esplanade. Heaven! But preetyboy just had to do his "B, smile!".&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/SL370165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;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/9174795447045449202-6616548570466482999?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6616548570466482999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=6616548570466482999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6616548570466482999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6616548570466482999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-you-know-dear.html' title='DON&apos;T YOU KNOW DEAR'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-2058016462077276545</id><published>2008-01-16T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:39:44.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRETTY PEOPLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Two nights ago, I had a bad dream. I dreamt of a collapsing bridge, killing majority of those people who appeared in my dream, and there was mud everywhere, with dead bodies. I was so terrified that I came back to life, gasping for air and pulling the blanket up to my chin level. I was perspiring in the air-conditioned room, at the same time thanking God for giving me another chance to live. For the next two hours, I couldn't sleep. In fact, I was down with random thoughts. What if everything wasn't just a dream? I realised I've got a long way to go in life and I'm not ready to leave the real world. I was so scared I wish I could dial up the boyfriend's number and have him to assure me that everything's gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about those, I think I'm starting to develop a phobia for bridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to see the doctor for some reason. Obviously it's not about my dream, but rather this on-off splitting headache I am having. It's either due to facing the computer all day, not enough sleep, or maybe because I have a low blood pressure. Either way, it's killing me! And I've been complaining since yesterday, yesterday, yesterday, yesterday. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the boyfriend. As long as I keep thinking of him, I think weekdays are taking forever to end. My elder sister came home the other day with a card in her hand. I know I am one of her younger sisters who always couldn't agree with her. I can't even sit down with her and talk, because we disagree with each other more than we agree with each other. So while I was up surfing the internet, she came up to me and talked without a full-stop. I supposed she was afraid that I might tell her off. I swear I couldn't even interrupt her because she went on and on and on for a few minutes, telling me about the card she brought home. It was somehow like a $20 prepaid and you're entitled to 600 minutes of outgoing call. In a way, I can save up on my monthly phone bills. Wow, how thoughtful of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twentieth is just around the corner and I can smell the word 'shopping'. Tomorrow's Thursday, like finally a day before Friday. I've been waiting for my entire freaking life. 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/9174795447045449202-2058016462077276545?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2058016462077276545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=2058016462077276545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/2058016462077276545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/2058016462077276545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/01/pretty-people.html' title='PRETTY PEOPLE'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-1452096080847073629</id><published>2008-01-14T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:40:33.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRIGHT BRIGHT DAYS AHEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Eveytime I wrote an entry, I will call up the boyfriend and tell him to take a look. He don't usually give bad comment but the last entry was a nasty one. Boyfriend said putting up multiple pictures of the same place is totally over the boring limit. It's no difference from Multiply. Oh well. As much as I think he crapped alot, he is right. Wait, who in the world don't agree with my boyfriend? He is always right, no matter how wrong it is. And that also applies to why when we hold hands, I will always be on his left because boys should be on the right, just like how often they are right (correct) about everything. That reminds me of a slogan tee I came across the other day. It says "Always do the right thing, then the left one". Funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Hmm, don't you just hate Monday? I do.&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/9174795447045449202-1452096080847073629?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1452096080847073629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=1452096080847073629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1452096080847073629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1452096080847073629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/01/bright-bright-days-ahead.html' title='BRIGHT BRIGHT DAYS AHEAD'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-3040769371300995743</id><published>2008-01-13T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:18:26.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO DOREAMONS HIT THE BEACH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL370026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;...and that was our last week's blue Sunday. =)&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/9174795447045449202-3040769371300995743?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3040769371300995743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=3040769371300995743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3040769371300995743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3040769371300995743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/01/two-doreamons-hit-beach.html' title='TWO DOREAMONS HIT THE BEACH'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-8156717538396846643</id><published>2008-01-10T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:51:27.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I KNOW YOU'LL COUNT WITH ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;01) I miss my long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;02) I can't even finish up drinking 800ml of water per day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;03) I have a weak immune system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;04) I get sick every once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;05) I have a big appetite for food these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;06) I think I'm gaining weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;07) I want to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;08) I feel as if the twentieth is taking forever to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;09) I miss my girlfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;10) I painted my nails black and the little one thought I've drifted to emo.&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;&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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I miss my boyfriend too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;But it's okay. The thought that tomorrow's Friday makes me feel a whole lot better. &amp;amp;that's all that matters.&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/9174795447045449202-8156717538396846643?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8156717538396846643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=8156717538396846643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8156717538396846643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8156717538396846643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-know-youll-count-with-me.html' title='I KNOW YOU&apos;LL COUNT 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-9174795447045449202.post-262651159912948116</id><published>2008-01-06T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T01:47:47.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THREE NIGHTS WITHOUT THE STARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/IMG_1170_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enjoying each other's company is more fun than planning for the day. We watched Russell Peter on the boyfriend's portable DVD player at East Coast's MacDonald and laughed over some jokes. Go get a Greek man to marry a French woman and have a Freak child. It was raining the entire afternoon, so we had to sit there till the sun rises again and watched the number of our coins decrease. I love watching the boyfriend laugh, and get running orgasms all over in my body. When we talk, the last thing we had to concern about is each other's feelings. You know my boyfriend; he is a very straightforward person and I learnt from him that if you can accept praises, then you can accept criticisms too. So we talked to kill time and quickly make a move after I got all excited seeing the sun again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rode off to Esplanade and walked around at City Link. According to my boyfriend, he can't remember when was the last time he took a walk at City Link. Okayyyyyyyyyyyy. Headed to the Big Waterfront to catch some performances but it rained again. So instead, we sat at the carpark, talked and crapped, ate potato chips I brought from home and had some shots taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/IMG_1162_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/IMG_1164_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/IMG_1168_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Towards the night, we did Simpang one more time. I just felt the need to have their Iced Neslo. The boyfriend cracked a story about life. You know, nowadays we seemed to talk about something heavy, like marriage. People close to us tend to see and say the same thing; in two or three years' time, they have the feeling that they're going to eat Briyani Rice. Breathe in breathe out, because we thought the same too. Inshallah. So now I know that being twenty one is not easy. It is the beginning of real life, and I still have the intention to pursue for a degree okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, I know I talked a lot about the boyfriend. It's weekend, hello! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of random, do you know what I am thinking of right now? No, it's not about the boyfriend (tsk!). I'm thinking of cutting my hair and destroying the whole idea of keeping a long hair and have it curled once again. So the question is, who's in with me this time around?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-262651159912948116?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/262651159912948116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=262651159912948116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/262651159912948116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/262651159912948116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/01/three-nights-without-stars.html' title='THREE NIGHTS WITHOUT THE STARS'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-3271476953624745550</id><published>2008-01-04T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:32:19.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHICKEN LITTLE AND PATRICK</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm two weeks behind the pay date and I am super broke. The end season sale is too delicious that I feel depress each time I walked out of a store. And when I am in depress mode, I tried to figure out things that are not supposed to you know, figured out la. I start to figure out where the other half of my pay has gone to. And all I could think of is bills, shopping, food, bills, shopping, food. Only ten percent was spent of transport. I shop with no worries, and I eat like there's no tomorrow. Punching in your pin code in every store is so addictive I tell you. You don't know the balance in the card, yet you pretended to do some mathematics calculation. And when they say that NETS is unavailable, you go to the nearest Citibank machine and withdraw 100 bucks. Is that the minimum amount you can withdraw at all Citibank machine? I am still trying to figure out actually. And the best thing is, no balance amount is printed on the receipt. So again, you tried doing the balance calculation yourself, which of course; you know that you purposely keep a big balance amount in your mind just to enlighten your already sour heart. It sucks and it sucks even more when you realised you've overspent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, whom I was referring all along, are I. Wah, I'm so broke I wished tomorrow is the twentieth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was thinking a lot about formatting this computer. Apart from having to re-install certain important programs, I have to do some massive cleaning. That's what I've been doing for the past few days. I deleted old pictures I saved since two years ago because today, they are just redundant. Old pictures stay as they are, but people don't stay the same after spending some years together. I did some clearing in my thumb drive to make space for storing of new pictures. I didn't know looking back at old pictures can make me feel, you know, a little awkward. Ape je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I did nothing impressive. My working desk is still so messy since the day I came back from my MC. There's so many sorting that needs to be done, and how I wished the photocopy machine is just next to my desk. Having to walk 100meters back and fro for more than ten times is no longer fun okay. I blew my nose every half an hour and cough out so loud I think even a sensor can sense the sound vibration and alarm the locked cars. I met the boyfriend after work for dinner. Again, we did simpang, sipping hot Teh Tarik and talk. I missed him so much during the weekdays. The only thing that gives me strength to face each day with a smile is his sweet messages. My boyfriend can be so sweet that I can get diabetes out of it. Or maybe anything close to that. The next six months are going to be hard on me, but I know after the torturing six months, everything is going to be smooth until you forget when was the last time you had to sulk and suffer. Ceh, aku syiok sendiri nampak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am such a grandmother today. It all started after I realised I am going to be twenty one this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LIKE, OKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY.&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/9174795447045449202-3271476953624745550?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3271476953624745550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=3271476953624745550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3271476953624745550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3271476953624745550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/01/chicken-little-and-patrick.html' title='CHICKEN LITTLE AND PATRICK'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-1914598261897816765</id><published>2008-01-04T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:45:33.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOB MADE A NEW GOAL IN LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;You may be whatever you resolve to be. Determine to be something in the world, and you will be something. "I cannot," never accomplished anything; "I will try," has wrought wonders. --&lt;em&gt;J. Hawes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The top resolutions for 2008 are the old standbys -- get out of debt and save more, lose weight and exercise. Getting organized and spending more time with family also top the list. But according to time management firm FranklinCovey, four out of five people who make New Year's resolutions will eventually break them. Experts say the real problem is that people make the wrong resolutions. The typical resolution often reflects a general desire, rather than a specific goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Shall I say I have a goal in mind?&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/9174795447045449202-1914598261897816765?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1914598261897816765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=1914598261897816765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1914598261897816765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1914598261897816765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/01/bob-made-new-goal-in-life.html' title='BOB MADE A NEW GOAL IN LIFE'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-5498530553053485190</id><published>2008-01-03T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:19:25.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW SHE IS TALKING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/PIC2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Hey boyfriend, it was worth the wait till midnight. Silly that we tried to crap to keep ourselves awake. It was a blast baby. With you around, everything is so perfect. Just like the sea and the sand, the moon and the stars, the farmer and the wheat, the..oh well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR Y'ALL!&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/9174795447045449202-5498530553053485190?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5498530553053485190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=5498530553053485190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/5498530553053485190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/5498530553053485190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2008/01/now-she-is-talking.html' title='NOW SHE IS TALKING'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-3957031189220500844</id><published>2007-12-31T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T09:53:08.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Our plan A to spend all day picnicking eventually did not work out due to the heavy downpour. Luckily, we picnicked under the shelter. So we were very much safe, except that after five minutes of rain, the shelter (that was supposed to be our picnic spot) was occupied with two other families, basically seeking shelter. But the shelter did not help much though, because wind was blowing from every direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And that is why you see me holding an umbrella under the shelter. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed our stuff and decided to ride towards the sun, with no plans in mind. Then plan B popped up; why not we wash the bike at the boyfriend's carpark. Very funny that I agreed. Think soap, think bubbles, think water. You've just spelt the word 'fun'. So first thing first, unscrewed all the body parts, be disgusted at how dirty the inside was and then take picture, take picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Next, this is the way we wash the body parts, we wash the body parts, we wash the body parts. This is the way we wash the body parts, so early in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After hours of scrubbing and washing, finally ta-da! Kan sempurna sikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Obviously lastly, we screwed back all the body parts and be amazed at our determination and hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Phew, we did Simpang again after that and then off to town. Look at the heavy traffic, and look at the gold lights. Wah wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lucky for us, plan B worked out. &amp;amp;baby, I feel loved. =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/bike13.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/9174795447045449202-3957031189220500844?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3957031189220500844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=3957031189220500844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3957031189220500844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3957031189220500844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/12/summer-love.html' title='SUMMER 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-9174795447045449202.post-6608968248357487943</id><published>2007-12-29T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T10:53:20.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE STRAWBERRY ONE CHOCOLATE TWO BANANAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;If I could talk about one thing right now, it will be how 2007 loved and bitched me. The year is coming to an end and a new year will unfold. This literally means, it's not the ending, but the beginning of something new. I'm glad I made it through the 12 months of 2007, with all the real life of rollercoaster rides. It was hell but certainly, it was a learning point too. From where I stand right now, I know I've grown into a better person. It doesn't matter how one wants to look at me from which angle. It doesn't matter how one thinks I pretended to be all nice. What matter is, I know I was sincere about everything I did in the past months of 2007. Never mind about the losing and gaining. Afterall, everyone lives with a different aim in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I will talk more later because now, the pictures will do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/IMG_0914.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/IMG_0916.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hot chocolate, oatmeal cookie, mushroom soup and in-house recipes garlic bread are such a food teaser. Yummeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/IMG_0913.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/double1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And after that, I became the boyfriend's model. Ah b, look to your right and pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/face2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/face.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Christmas at town was fine. And boo, it wasn't the festival of lights eh. It was Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/IMG_0921.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/IMG_0933.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/IMG_0931.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/IMG_0922.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/double2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/double3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now look at Orchard Road. People!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/IMG_0929.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/IMG_0930.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We did Simpang Bedok right after the walks at Orchard. Usual place, usual routine, and the best part is, we never get bored. Amazing or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/IMG_0940.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next up, countdown boy! Okay dada, I have picnic plans with the boyfriend like now. Great weekends, beautiful.&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/9174795447045449202-6608968248357487943?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6608968248357487943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=6608968248357487943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6608968248357487943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6608968248357487943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-strawberry-one-chocolate-two.html' title='ONE STRAWBERRY ONE CHOCOLATE TWO BANANAS'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-6861689786045840783</id><published>2007-12-25T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T11:34:02.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOHOHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/together2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-6861689786045840783?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6861689786045840783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=6861689786045840783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6861689786045840783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6861689786045840783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/12/hohoho.html' title='HOHOHO'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-8642389805866881587</id><published>2007-12-21T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T10:16:42.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOM, WE WERE IN BLUE TODAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;It was a pretty tiring day today. While the boyfriend had to rush here and there to settle his bike, I spent most of my time rotting in the car, watching the fourth series of Bring It On and Pursuit of Happiness. I could have go on with the old movie Honey okay, but I decided to have a short nap instead. Well boo, at least I am glad to see that smile carved on your face at the end of the day. A smile of thankgoditsover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well you know, there's always a time to say goodbye and hello. Afterall, nothing stays forever. So say hello people, because this is just the new beginning to a new chapter in andirah's life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/bike2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Babe, I feel like shopping 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/9174795447045449202-8642389805866881587?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8642389805866881587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=8642389805866881587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8642389805866881587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/8642389805866881587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/12/mom-we-were-in-blue-today.html' title='MOM, WE WERE IN BLUE TODAY'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-4811377700463216209</id><published>2007-12-18T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:37:38.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GORGEOUS TONIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I shopped a lot lately. Mom said I'm a bag person, a shoe person and a clothing person. &amp;amp;she also included that when I'm married, my husband can go bankrupt on me. But she didn't know that I told boyfriend to make me a walk-in wardrobe when we have settled in our own house. It's too addictive la mother. Like once you pop, you cannot stop like that. My kids are going to love shopping or maybe, become an off-road person like their dad and change bikes every year. Hahahaha. Okay, I think I've attended too many weddings in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just realised how important it is for me to set up an account with Livejournal because even though my girlfriends are all gorgeous people, they are also at times mischievous to set their entries as 'friends only'. Well who knows one day I might switch to using Livejournal. Haha, I'm just kidding la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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/9174795447045449202-4811377700463216209?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4811377700463216209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=4811377700463216209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4811377700463216209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4811377700463216209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/12/gorgeous-tonight.html' title='GORGEOUS TONIGHT'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-913409383275912446</id><published>2007-12-15T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T09:59:25.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIZES ONE TWO THREE AND FOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I've been going home late since the day boyfriend is on his two weeks' holiday. I know it's not healthy but dad, I am enjoying the old times again. Preetyboy will send me to work, have lunch together, fetch me from work and then off to Simpang for dinner. That's our daily routine. Just now, I was called to do some BCP testing over at Plaza by the Park. It was indeed a great learning thing and wow the offices there are thousand times better. And seriously, I think I am the youngest in the company I am working for but it's okay because my colleagues are all nice people. Well anyway, apart from enjoying the boyfriend's company now and the working situation, let's browse through some pictures taken at Botanic Garden. Come rain and flood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/Copyofbotanic3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/Copyofbotanic5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/Copyofbotanic25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/Copyofbotanic13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We've got a mat, two bottles of sparkling, chocolate cum banana cupcakes, junkies, digital cameras and not forgetting, great companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/Copyofbotanic27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/Copyofbotanic43.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/72"&gt;( SINGAPORE BOTANIC GARDEN )&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/72"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/Copyofbotanic50.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think the background looks so Japan-ish. Kan kan kan? Okay girlfriends, I'll see you beautiful people on Christmas. We shall play dress up, exchange gifts and have seafood. HOHOHO!&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/9174795447045449202-913409383275912446?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/913409383275912446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=913409383275912446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/913409383275912446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/913409383275912446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/12/sizes-one-two-three-and-four.html' title='SIZES ONE TWO THREE AND FOUR'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-7023290715577445225</id><published>2007-12-10T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T10:09:09.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPINNING AROUND YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;This is so funny. I know you cannot get over me. Oh well.&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/9174795447045449202-7023290715577445225?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7023290715577445225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=7023290715577445225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7023290715577445225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7023290715577445225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/12/spinning-around-you.html' title='SPINNING AROUND 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-9174795447045449202.post-6136139686587941484</id><published>2007-12-09T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:30:03.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Meeting up with course mates after months of school's over is like the best reunion ever. Even though it is so hard to get the eight of us together because one or two will always go missing, you know we still miss your absence despite the fun. At noon, they waited patiently at my void deck and after that, the girls whined to have donuts at White Sand. When Shah asked what was the fill in the 'White Stuff' donut (yeah, I know. What a name.), the girls cracked up with the most disgusting filling; minced meat. Goodness, donut with minced meat sounded ew. It did turn him off and refused to have a bite, while we laughed like madness. Not forgetting the super long leg Fi who always have to push the front seat all the way to the last lock, leaving people seating behind (like me) with little space. Anyway, off we went to Mind Cafe. Ish, when was the last time I played board games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/mindCAFE_blog1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/mindCAFE_blog4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/mindCAFE_blog2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Mad Game was madness (duh!). Combine people who refused to exchange seat because they've collected the lesser amount of money, people who kept sabotaging the other friends just so they did not win, people who had to jump or get forfeited, people who were dared to cross their legs, sit on both palms and imitate the sound of a chicken, and people who had to miss a turn. Kecoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/mindCAFE_blog3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay I know. What's with Scrabble. Who in the right mind wants to crack their brain for Scrabble? Surprisingly, Scrabble was on everybody's list of board games. Just look at those words we formed. Oh my god, so there's a kid in everybody huh. And I almost formed the old school Malay name 'Sait'. Shhhhsssh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/70"&gt;(The MindCafe)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boyfriend fetched me at night to have dinner at Kampong Glam Cafe. Boy, I miss their Teh Tarik! More than an hour was spent there, talking about almost everything. You are right love, it is better not to know so much about a person. And like people you meet twice in a month can surprisingly be the one closest to you. People never run dry from mistake. It is just a matter of how you deal with problems and think maturely. Yes love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/mindCAFE_blog5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love this boy. I love the way he string the words and advice me, be it good or bad. The way he cares for me and the people around me. He never fails to remind me to take every failure as a learning point. Learn from it and start afresh; nothing can pull you down unless you choose that path. This boy gives me never ending encouragement and support, and I am glad where I stand now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/mindCAFE_blog6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: I love you like biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend: I love you too like maggi.&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/9174795447045449202-6136139686587941484?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6136139686587941484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=6136139686587941484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6136139686587941484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6136139686587941484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-is-like-box-of-chocolate.html' title='LOVE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATE'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-1732314757942223403</id><published>2007-12-07T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T14:01:25.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JINGLE JINGLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1jhkcQ18nI/AAAAAAAAAD0/W-hMN1xsd28/s1600-h/SL374562+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141106990821798514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1jhkcQ18nI/AAAAAAAAAD0/W-hMN1xsd28/s400/SL374562+copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Did I tell you that Kak Nanie hired the best DJ for her wedding? Because they cannot stop entertaining us with stupid jokes and riddles and it was so amusing la. They talked about mixing races and the outcome. Something like if a Chinese family married to an Indian family, it's called Chindian. So they went on and on and rambled nonsense until they came to this question, then what do you call if a Boyanese loves garden? Botanist. Yes, I thought we're just talking about races versus races. -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-1732314757942223403?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1732314757942223403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=1732314757942223403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1732314757942223403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/1732314757942223403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/12/jingle-jingle.html' title='JINGLE JINGLE'/><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1jhkcQ18nI/AAAAAAAAAD0/W-hMN1xsd28/s72-c/SL374562+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174795447045449202.post-6983773803764045352</id><published>2007-12-06T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T20:18:38.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B, I GOT SAY I GOT SAYANG YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140833087872430690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1fodMQ18mI/AAAAAAAAADs/rgyc6Fq12P0/s400/sexylove2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;...and tonight, our stars are the brightest. =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/9174795447045449202-6983773803764045352?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6983773803764045352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=6983773803764045352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6983773803764045352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6983773803764045352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/12/b-i-got-say-i-got-sayang-you.html' title='B, I GOT SAY I GOT SAYANG 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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1fodMQ18mI/AAAAAAAAADs/rgyc6Fq12P0/s72-c/sexylove2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174795447045449202.post-7410608727521078851</id><published>2007-12-05T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:44:48.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE POWER OF TRUE LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I can't believe I smiled throughout the day because I am having my four days of block leave, which I know without any doubt that it's going to be an enjoyable one. Yes, I was pretty mad at first when boyfriend broke the bad news yesterday that his officer did not allow him to book out tomorrow and have a six days break before serving his police. Oh well. So anyway, let's talk about work. Work is tiring when I have to face the computer screen all day and answer client's call. The printer that is shared between more than twenty people keeps jamming up and it's irritating. People in the office have this shared disease of talking so loud like as if they want everyone to know that microphone is redundant. My ears can burst okay. And then there's these two women of the same race who cannot stop bickering at each other for god know why, and you can count the number of times I rolled my eyes in just one day. Then again, that is the environment you'll get in an office with no boss. Stressssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's talk about Saturday. I finally get to meet my teteks (&lt;em&gt;!!!!&lt;/em&gt;) and we had Tong Seng and then Syasya couldn't decide if she should buy the brown bag and and, Nurul's pink spaghetti strap was sooooo seducing. Sumpah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140667168990818658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1dRjcQ18WI/AAAAAAAAABs/2zz6cebr8BI/s400/tp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, dah lama eh tak makan Fried Fish Soup?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ohlalola had a stall in front of Cathay, so we went there to increase the number of human population there. When we realised we were just adding to the number of crowds, we had ice-cream at Ben &amp;amp; Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140667641437221234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1dR-8Q18XI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iTxgLarO7uw/s400/tp4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140667886250357122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1dSNMQ18YI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Hx-TYcNP1x8/s400/tp5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;and for the album, I bloody miss school!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140668268502446482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1dSjcQ18ZI/AAAAAAAAACE/ghi6baTx5Zo/s400/tp6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Two different weddings on Sunday; Rika's and Hartini's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140668637869633954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1dS48Q18aI/AAAAAAAAACM/_T9uGCLbK_8/s400/wed1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140668801078391218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1dTCcQ18bI/AAAAAAAAACU/0cLnEWDWGys/s400/wed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140683124794323410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1dgEMQ18dI/AAAAAAAAACk/dHX6DdjgVlw/s400/wed3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140683369607459298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1dgScQ18eI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZIxm1KqUZ2M/s400/wed4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hey Sister Rika, even though we did not manage to take wedding photos with you, I know you can feel our presence because I saw you waved at me!!! Sexy eh guess book you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you, you can freak out at the mass number of people in Mahdari's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140683747564581362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1dgocQ18fI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6iHwEgEdz0Y/s400/Copy+of+SL374502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/69"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Pak Pak Bing Bing )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting marriage to the both of you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Since we wanted to do something new to Loosecloset, we planned for a meet-up on Monday night. The alley was perfect because it is just opposite Tong Seng and ish we can hear grumbling stomachs while photo taking. After which yes, how can we forget snaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140684241485820418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1dhFMQ18gI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rtF3o3WDzBw/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140684439054316050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1dhQsQ18hI/AAAAAAAAADE/2G5c3D3J72w/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140684555018433058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1dhXcQ18iI/AAAAAAAAADM/6LjUTisxdE8/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140684718227190322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1dhg8Q18jI/AAAAAAAAADU/Wk529Y-VQzY/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140684859961111106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1dhpMQ18kI/AAAAAAAAADc/ViQ3MN5BYS8/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140684984515162706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1dhwcQ18lI/AAAAAAAAADk/4XxtncR5GKg/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I love my girls and I am contented with everything. See, god has a better plan for me. =) I have nothing to lose and tomorrow, I'm meeting the boyfriend. Seronok nye!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-7410608727521078851?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7410608727521078851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=7410608727521078851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7410608727521078851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7410608727521078851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/12/power-of-true-love.html' title='THE POWER OF TRUE 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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/R1dRjcQ18WI/AAAAAAAAABs/2zz6cebr8BI/s72-c/tp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174795447045449202.post-7532183610280405046</id><published>2007-11-30T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:50:50.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SKY IS HIGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I feel a whole lot better now. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-7532183610280405046?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7532183610280405046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=7532183610280405046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7532183610280405046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7532183610280405046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/11/sky-is-high.html' title='THE SKY IS HIGH'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-1039483751223757652</id><published>2007-11-28T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T17:24:43.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORK BREAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I urgently needed a few days off work,&lt;br /&gt;but I knew the Boss would not allow me to take leave.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that maybe if I acted "CRAZY" then he would tell me to take a few days off.&lt;br /&gt;So I hung upside down on the ceiling and made funny noises.&lt;br /&gt;My co-worker (who's blonde) asked me what I was doing?&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I was pretending to be a light bulb so that the Boss would think I was "CRAZY" and give me a few days off.&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later the Boss came into the office and asked "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;I told him I was a light bulb.&lt;br /&gt;He said "You are clearly stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;Go home and recuperate for a couple of days".&lt;br /&gt;I jumped down and walked out of the office.&lt;br /&gt;When my co-worker (the blonde) followed me, the Boss asked her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"...And where do you think you're going?"&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;.....&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;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I'm going home too, I can't work in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-1039483751223757652?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1039483751223757652/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-9174795447045449202.post-2234829702397138807</id><published>2007-11-27T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T21:59:13.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHARM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;My dear Syasya has uploaded pictures from &lt;a href="http://sugaryrush.multiply.com/photos/album/12/AMP_Nov_Camp_MOE_Dairy_Farm_Adventure_Centre"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AMP Camp&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Happy browsing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned into a hungry woman overnight. I can stuff a chicken pie right after eating rice with barbequed chicken and I seriously think there is something wrong with my body. And my throat. It feels so dry in the middle of the night and I kept thirsting for more water every hour. Boy, work has totally given me less time to pay attention to my body. Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/blue2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;amp;he is the only one who knows me well. You are right, love. What is there to brood about? Like you said, I deserve to be around people who appreciate me. Not everyone is perfect kannnnn. The month of December is just around the corner. That calls for more happy things with the girlfriends, the Temasek boys&amp;amp;girls and obviously, December is the time to celebrate about almost everything, preetyboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss&lt;br /&gt;And a prince I'm hoping comes with this&lt;br /&gt;That's what brings everaftering so happy&lt;br /&gt;And that's the reason we need lips so much&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/9174795447045449202-2234829702397138807?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2234829702397138807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=2234829702397138807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/2234829702397138807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/2234829702397138807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/11/charm.html' title='CHARM'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-6754128499114804994</id><published>2007-11-25T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:49:37.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO LIES, NO FAKE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The half day leave I took on last Friday was worth it, I guess. The night before, my two-weeks-old phone just had to give me a real heart attack. Problems with the messaging system which kept giving me error message 'operation failed'. So I switched off the phone, knocked the battery out, slide the simcard out and reinserted them again before switching it on. Still the same. I gave up and called Singtel the next morning, only to be told that there shouldn't be any problem with the messaging. Perhaps it is the software problem. That Friday after work, I went down to Sony Ericsson Service Centre to send the phone for repair and asked for a spare phone which I made a mistake because they gave me a very, very old model phone (the one with blue LCD). All I know seconds after I got hold of that old phone, I switched it to silent and dump it in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have bought the first batch of this W910i. Because first batch phones always have software problem, just like my previous Nokia 6280.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went all the way down to Simei to collect my phone and yes ah, I forgot to bring along the charger they gave me along with the spare phone. So I had to exchange my IC for that. The boyfriend drove down to Simei and Simpang was our next stop. I was hungry to death. After which, we stopped by Expo for the Loreal Festive Season and I bought a 1500ml Loreal shampoo for ONLY 40bucks (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). Since we had more time to kill before our midnight movie at Vivo, we hit Bugis and he shopped. Teh tarik at Kampung Glam and then off to Vivo. Enchanted was amazing. I love fairytale. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole night was well-spent with the boyfriend minus the part where we misunderstood each other for a few seconds. We realised we love each other too much to let all that small matters affect us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning, I got home and spent the next few hours snoring away. Since today's Sunday, you guessed it right. I just got back (again) from sending the boy off at Pasir Ris Interchange. I'm starting to hate every Sunday's evening, it sucks. It really sucks la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, last Saturday was Lime Sonic Bang at Siloso. So like everyone else, I went down to Siloso with Fylzah. It’s been a long time since I last said 'hello' to the sun.&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/SL374109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL374113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/68"&gt;&lt;u&gt;(LIME SONIC BANG)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/SL374143edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't matter how many girlfriends I've made. Along the way, some might take their leave and some will stay by my side. It's a human thing no one can stop it from happening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same night, I had late dinner with these two boys at Amirah's Grill. The jumble words from Mael kept me awake the entire night. Besok-besok aku buat seat bawah pipe motor kau k. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t282/dirahspoiltbabe/grill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay people, she needs her beauty sleep. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9174795447045449202-6754128499114804994?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6754128499114804994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=6754128499114804994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6754128499114804994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/6754128499114804994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-lies-no-fake.html' title='NO LIES, NO FAKE'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-4355679389719172500</id><published>2007-11-18T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:12:47.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHILLI AND TOMATO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I am a very angry girl today. Can people just stop giving me a hard time and reflect? I too have my own feelings to take care of, idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See lah, now I miss my boyfriend. Geraaaaammmmmmmm.&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/9174795447045449202-4355679389719172500?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4355679389719172500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=4355679389719172500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4355679389719172500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/4355679389719172500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/11/chilli-and-tomato.html' title='CHILLI AND TOMATO'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-7852778950919694199</id><published>2007-11-14T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T23:09:31.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYTHING STAYS THE SAME</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I was striding towards the escalator when another woman who didn't seem to know it was sunny outside what with her thick woolly shawl, bashed into my shoulder with her shoulder while, at the same time, her big enormous handbag, which had something heavy in it, connected with the bony bit of my skin. The pain knocked stars behind my eyes la. Instead of apologizing, like most people would, she shot me a filthy look then continued to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau, have people of today's century fucking lost the respect for other people, or what???&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/9174795447045449202-7852778950919694199?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7852778950919694199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=7852778950919694199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7852778950919694199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/7852778950919694199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/11/everything-stays-same.html' title='EVERYTHING STAYS THE SAME'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-2212175029232701092</id><published>2007-11-13T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:15:29.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW YOU SAY YOU WON'T, THEN YOU SAY YOU WILL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132186152911843330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/RzkwHVV9MAI/AAAAAAAAABE/vUChREi6Oac/s320/load1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132186462149488658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/RzkwZVV9MBI/AAAAAAAAABM/YC3frA_TMuc/s320/load2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt; The e-learning room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132186960365695010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/Rzkw2VV9MCI/AAAAAAAAABU/4tmsxCHx7MQ/s320/load3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132187136459354162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/RzkxAlV9MDI/AAAAAAAAABc/H6y3Gxy0NX8/s320/load4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/67"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...ohh, jennnyyyyyyyyy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I wish I was a better person, could face this head on, seize the day, seize the rest of my life and makes everything just sit perfectly. I'd thought it through, looked into the situation, and all I could see were bleak times. I wasn't like that. I was the woman who always sees the bright things. The woman who was always making the people around me smile and made sure they enjoyed my company. But it's hard now. Harder that only minority understands me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see my late grandma lying there motionless, I bit down on my lower lip and dipped my head as I kissed her cold forehead. She wasn't going to be here in a few hours. In twenty hours. In five hours. Even in an hour. That was a horrifying thought, knowing someone you loved wouldn't see the future. Wouldn't see if I managed to get two sons or five daughters. Of course I wouldn't lie to myself. Not after the four nieces secretly read the nephew's sent message and cried. We wanted so bad to see how a sixteen year old guy replied sweet messages to the girlfriend and tickled about those. But instead, we were left in tears. We all love her and we are all trying hard to hide those sadness. Hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking? I was thinking if one day I'm gone, would everyone around me say that I am a good person? A good daughter? A good friend? I don't know. I felt so helpless when I couldn't make my very own friend smile. Hate myself for sucking in organizing my own time. Worst, giving up on friends who choose to complain and complain and complain and ended up in the old same shit hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstood is acceptable, but to misunderstand without thinking, sigh. I wish I was a better person.&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/9174795447045449202-2212175029232701092?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2212175029232701092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=2212175029232701092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/2212175029232701092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/2212175029232701092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/11/now-you-say-you-wont-then-you-say-you.html' title='NOW YOU SAY YOU WON&apos;T, THEN YOU SAY YOU WILL'/><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/RzkwHVV9MAI/AAAAAAAAABE/vUChREi6Oac/s72-c/load1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9174795447045449202.post-3884846550556000597</id><published>2007-11-12T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:01:43.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CEREALS IN THE MORNING, NASI AYAM AT NOON</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The seriously fun part about working under the government is that they care about the well-being of their employees. I was given three days of compensation leave after grandma passed away, while dad had to take a normal leave. Ah, nothing's new to him actually. But I'm glad he is still surviving in that company. When my manager told me about the leave I'm entitled to, I was torn between happy nak mampus and sadness. At the back of my head, I couldn't find a better thing to do on my leave than to catch at least 10 hours of sleep. The boyfriend is back at camp and everybody else is either schooling or working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today the boyfriend had to report at Singapore Discovery Centre at 8.45am, I insisted on accompanying him on the train and bus ride. It was funny how preetyboy panicked when he heard me saying we have to alight at Jurong. &lt;em&gt;Macam maner nak pergi Jurong?????&lt;/em&gt; Mampus. Ni lah budak-budak dah kebiasaan naik motor. The rule is, when you are in your uniform, do not kiss your girlfriend. Do not hold hands with your girlfriend. Do not hug your girlfriend. Basically, you can only talk, smile and laugh. No touching. So that was what we did in the train. I wanted so bad to put his head on my shoulder, so that his head won't go right and left when he sleeps, but in the end, I secretly watched him sleep from the corner of my left eye. I almost hug him when he thanked me for sending him. He said he could not survive without me. Lucky I was there to buy him the transitlink card. Lucky I was there to tap the card for him while he had to carry his heavy bulky black bag. Lucky I was there to put the coins in the machine for him while boarding the bus. Ahhhhhhhh, tahu takpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I made my way to Nanyang Polytechnic to meet Fylzah and accompany her for breakfast. I swear I almost cry at the bustop because I don't know what bus to take to the nearest interchange and worst, I was the only living soul standing at the bustop. Since I was low on cash, I hailed almost 5 cabs before getting the one which is equipped with the atm device. Itupun device dia rosak. Bodoh. So I alighted and saw a bus heading towards the bustop. Thank god it ended at Boon Lay mrt. Upon reaching Yio Chu Kang, Fylzah insisted that I should follow the crowd to Nanyang. Aku pun ikut lah crowd macam paham gitu. They crossed, I crossed. They stopped, aku pun stop. Cishhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Fylzah for lending me your laptop while waiting for you to come out for lunch. I know I emptied your laptop's battery. That's what friends are for, kan? Hee. And guess what, now I am stuck in their e-learning, updating my blog and surfing the net. So much for wanting to go home at 11am. Pffft.&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/9174795447045449202-3884846550556000597?l=spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3884846550556000597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9174795447045449202&amp;postID=3884846550556000597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3884846550556000597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9174795447045449202/posts/default/3884846550556000597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spoiltbabe-dirah.blogspot.com/2007/11/cereals-in-morning-nasi-ayam-at-noon.html' title='CEREALS IN THE MORNING, NASI AYAM AT NOON'/><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-9174795447045449202.post-5231131261187479615</id><published>2007-11-12T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:45:44.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE START OF EVERY ME AND YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I don't know where exactly I should start. But since I've promised you them pictures on Hari Raya, here you go. Right, you can click on the link found after every picture and it will bring you to my multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131630229524918194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/Rzc2gVV9L7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8ZkyG575JvQ/s320/raya3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/55"&gt;(131007; The first day of Hari Raya.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131629808618123154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/Rzc2H1V9L5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BKrWg7QysUU/s320/raya1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/56"&gt;(201007; The first week of Hari Raya with the schoolmates.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131630062021193634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/Rzc2WlV9L6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/kW0sVKb1PRY/s320/raya2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/61"&gt;(271007; The second week of Hari Raya with the bloggers.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;True enough, this year I don't really feel the Hari Raya's excitement. Maybe because my weekdays was scheduled for work or maybe because I don't have the time to go visiting with the parents or, or &lt;em&gt;mayyyyyybe&lt;/em&gt; because aku da tak boleh collect duit raya!!! Well anyway, I missed celebrating raya with the TP peeps. It sucks, I know. But guys, you people are still here in my heart okay. I miss you all, I really do. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Tuesday, I was given an MC and was supposed to be resting at home but instead, I went to have late lunch with these two girls at Al-Majlis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131630401323610050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/Rzc2qVV9L8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/DnbJO3eb1zY/s320/raya4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/62"&gt;(301007; It's been a longgggg time ladies, I know.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And on that week, I was struggling with throat ulcer and the boyfriend was struggling in the jungle for six pathetic days. Despite feeling lonely for the weekends, I made a date with the other girlfriends. We shopped, duh! And it felt so good I tell you, never mind about the every minute they teased my husky voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131630560237400018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/Rzc2zlV9L9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/jWcQthFWInY/s320/raya5.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/65"&gt;(041107; We shopped. We are the girlfriends forever, heh.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On conjunction of Shab's and Fylzah's birthday, we spent our Wednesday night partying away at MOS. Happy belated Shab and happy advance Fylzah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131630770690797538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/Rzc2_1V9L-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/QAe_KvhGMXI/s320/raya6.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dirahvivalicious.multiply.com/photos/album/63"&gt;(071107; The midnight kissed us goodbye.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That particular night, my phone died on me and on that night itself, everybody was trying to get through me and when they finally got through, I was bombed with the worst news. My grandma had just passed away. For ten seconds, I was left speechless. I don't know what I was supposed to do, and worst, I don't know how to react to the sudden news. Days before that, I kept kissing grandma's cheeks to say goodbye after a cousin's open house. I even told her to take good care of herself and that I love her. Who would expect that to be the last kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my late grandma, but life has to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next four days was spent wisely with the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131630925309620210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Utj_H6R1tTY/Rzc3I1V9L_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/S0JfeUxFQxM/s320/raya7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the best part was, I finally dumped my Nokia 6280 phone and now the owner of the bronze W910i Sony Ericsson. Wooh, tak gerek ke tu. 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