<?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-13934267</id><updated>2011-08-29T10:46:18.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNVARNISHED</title><subtitle type='html'>Plain, Direct, Simple. That's me........</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-113242028832047365</id><published>2005-11-20T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T01:11:28.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOLA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm back!! Allah...rindu rasanyer. Hmmmm but anyways I'm here and SINGLE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO POINT sobbing over someone who have cheated me for the million times!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right?? Yes you read it right!! I was cheated! I have been covering up for my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ex husband all the while. But what for?! Stupid me eh?? But I know you guys are smart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of my last entries I did talk about guys cheating on their wifes. Well, that guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I was talking about is my ex-lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love to chat more. But got to go!! I MISS ALL OF YOU GUYS!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HUGS AND KISSES!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-113242028832047365?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/113242028832047365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=113242028832047365' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/113242028832047365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/113242028832047365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/11/hola-im-back-allah.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112765820303346558</id><published>2005-09-26T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:23:23.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jika Wanita Menangis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would like to thank Abang Wan. He had call me up and told me that he had dedicate this piece for me. It really means alot to me. Also do visit his blog. He's a counsellor by profession. He has been helping me alot. I really can't thank him enough. Hanya Allah sahaja yang boleh membalasnya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If a gal cries in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;it means that she couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;If you took her hand,&lt;br /&gt;she would stay with you for the rest of your life;&lt;br /&gt;If you let her go, she couldn't go back to being&lt;br /&gt;herself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;A gal won't cry easily,&lt;br /&gt;except in front of the person who she love the most,&lt;br /&gt;she becomes weak.&lt;br /&gt;A gal won't cry easily,&lt;br /&gt;only when she love you the most,&lt;br /&gt;she put down her ego.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if a gal cried bcoz of you,&lt;br /&gt;please hold her hands firmly,&lt;br /&gt;she's the one who would stay with you for the rest&lt;br /&gt;of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if a gal cried bcoz of you,&lt;br /&gt;please don't give her up,&lt;br /&gt;maybe bcoz of your decision,&lt;br /&gt;you ruin her life.&lt;br /&gt;To my friends...&lt;br /&gt;Ponder this message seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Don't do this to a gal,&lt;br /&gt;You may regret for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in your life,&lt;br /&gt;she's the only one that love you the most.&lt;br /&gt;Remember this lesson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112765820303346558?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112765820303346558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112765820303346558' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112765820303346558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112765820303346558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/09/jika-wanita-menangis-i-would-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112763938780657519</id><published>2005-09-25T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T17:09:47.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Petua Mencuci Hati&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillah....at times when I really need to tenangkan hati yang berkecamuk Po has post this in her blog. I need to thank Po and also apologise to Po pasal ambik this post daripada dia without her permission. I'm sorry dearie. And hope that this can help others as well as myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Petua Mencuci Hati oleh Datuk Dr Haji Fadzilah KamsahSegala aspek kehidupan ini bermula daripada hati. Oleh itu di bawah ini ada beberapa cara bagaimana hendak mencuci hati. Diolah oleh pakar motivasi Datuk Dr. Haji Fadzilah Kamsah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Dirikan solat dan banyakkan berdo'a - Ini adalah salah satu kaedah yang sungguh berkesan. Semasa berdo'a turut katakan "Ya, Allah jadikan hatiku bersih"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) Selawat keatas Nabi Muhammad s.a.w paling minima 100 X sebelum tidur - Ini merupakan satu pelaburan yang mudah dan murah. Disamping dosa-dosa diampunkan, otak tenang, murah rezeki, orang sayangkan kita dan mencetuskan semua perkara kebaikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) Solat taubat - Selain daripada memohon keampunan, dapat mencuci hati dan menenangkan minda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4) Membaca Al-Quran - Selain dapat mencuci hati juga menenangkan jiwa, penyembuh, penenang, terapi. Sekurang-kurangnya bacalah "Qulhu-allah" sebanyak 3X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5) Berma'af-ma'afan sesama kawan setiap hari - Semasa meminta maaf perlu sebutkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6) Bisikan kepada diri perkara yang positif - Jangan sesekali mengkritik, kutuk diri sendiri, merendah-rendahkan kebolehan diri sendiri. katakan lah "Aku sebenarnya......(perkara yang elok-elok belaka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7) Program minda/cuci minda - Paling baik pada waktu malam sebelum tidur, senyum, pejam mata, katakan di dalam hati "Ya, Allah cuci otak aku, cuci hatiku, esok aku nak jadi baik, berjaya, ceria, bersemangat, aktif, positif". Menurut kajian saikologi, apa yang disebut sebelum tidur dapat dirakamkan sepanjang tidur sehingga keesokan harinya - CUBALAH!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8) Berpuasa - Sekiranya dalam berpuasa terhindar dari melakukan perkara-perkara kejahatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9) Cuba ingat tentang mati (Sekiranya hendak melakukan sesuatu kejahatan, tidak sampai hati kerana bimbang akan mati bila-bila masa)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10) Kekalkan wuduk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11) Bersedekah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12) Belanja orang makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13) Jaga makanan - jangan makan makanan yang subhat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14) Berkawan dengan ulama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15) Berkawan dengan orang miskin (menginsafi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;16) Pesan pada orang, jadi baik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;17) Menjaga pacaindera (mata, telinga, mulut...dsb), jangan dengar orang mengumpat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112763938780657519?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112763938780657519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112763938780657519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112763938780657519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112763938780657519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/09/petua-mencuci-hati-alhamdulillah.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112761115247225875</id><published>2005-09-25T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T09:20:37.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Insight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I would like to thank you all for the concern and care. Also friends at work who had been calling to support me. They were all shock, after reading last my blog. I am not surprise, as I'm gifted with hiding all my problems. *wink* Or it could be that I work in the front line and are used to smiling even if it is my worst day of all. Hmmm..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened? Is all I've been hearing. So here goes. Also I hope, that in this post I could somehow help young couple to be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were weeks ago, I would have said it was my ex husband fault. But truly...., its mine.&lt;br /&gt;I got married 7 years ago when I was just 21. Married to a convert was not easy. I wasn't prepared. I wasn't even prepared to getting married. I thought that LOVE conqured all (Painfully learned that, that is not the case). Did not identify my responsibilities as a wife to a convert. I can only hope God forgive me. Married to someone outside my race is not easy either. I expect him to just blend in with my culture, like I did with his. But I forgot, that no one is alike. No one thinks like I do. I forgot that everyone is unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My insecurities....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we had an argument, I keep telling him to let me go. I had never really meant it.&lt;br /&gt;I just say it so that I would have the upper hand. If he really want to let me go, then I would not feel so bad cause I said it first. Guess he had enough of that. I can only hope that he would forgive me for my stupidity even though we are no longer together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't really talk about it. When problem arises, we just argue. I shall say we have lots of misunderstanding on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not always right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the last in my family, almost all of the time I get my way. So its hard for me to give in. I never really learned to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..., before I started this post. I have alot of things to write. But right now, my mine are full with things like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I really get used to waking up alone?&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to celebrate Eid without a husband?&lt;br /&gt;Will everyone in my family hate me?&lt;br /&gt;Can I face my beloved mother in-law or rather ex-mother in-law? Will it be weird?&lt;br /&gt;Can I really be a good single mother?&lt;br /&gt;Will my kids hate me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope tomorrow the sun shine on me. They say everything that happened has its silver lining? I'm still waiting for mine&lt;/span&gt;..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112761115247225875?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112761115247225875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112761115247225875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112761115247225875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112761115247225875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/09/insight-first-off-i-would-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112748206340781148</id><published>2005-09-23T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T21:27:44.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Back! Alive And Kicking!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;Well here I am. Guess I can't bare to leave my blog afterall. Hmmm maybe you can say that I'm going through my so called mid life crisis. So many things happened at one go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;Last tuesday my niece Drisya had pass away. May God bless her soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;I'm also going through divorce. Yes. Ironically if this were weeks ago, I would be too ashamed to tell a friend let alone the whole world. Its very challenging. I know I could be strong. But when I think that my kids won't be able to see their father as often as they are used too, I break down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;I even did things that are just so wrong. It landed me in hospital. I shall not elaborate let just call it 'stupid'. But even though I knew it was wrong not to mention stupid. Up till now, I did not regret it. It somehow make me wake up. After going through the aftermath of the 'stupid' thing i did. I know for certain that Allah loves me. If he doesn't, he would have taken my life there and then and had thrown me into HELL straight! eheheh Also I know for certain that I won't do it again. It was damn painful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;I can't be long as my friends are coming over for dinner. But I will definitely continue later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;Look Out for the NEW me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112748206340781148?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112748206340781148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112748206340781148' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112748206340781148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112748206340781148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-back-alive-and-kicking-well-here-i.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112703638036780272</id><published>2005-09-18T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T17:39:42.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cubaan........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Ya Allah.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Sesungguhnya aku malu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Kerana aku tidak dapat menerima cubaan yang kau berikan pada ku dalam beberapa bulan ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Atau adakah ini balasan ku untuk segala kesalahan ku yang lampau di dunia ini?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Sesungguhnya aku terasa teramat takut memikirkan balasan di akhirat nanti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Ya Allah.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Sesungguhnya aku malu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Untuk minta pertolongan mu, untuk memberikan aku kekuatan untuk melalui cubaan ku ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Tetapi aku tak berdaya dan sesungguhnya aku memerlukan mu Ya Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Berikanlah aku kekuatan untuk menerima qadak mu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Ya Allah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Ampunilah segala dosa-dosa ku yang telah lampau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Dan berilah aku kekuatan untuk menjadi seorang manusia yang beriman di dalam dunia yang penuh dengan godaan ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;To all my blog friends. Thank you for visiting my blog. You guys mean alot to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;You guys make me smile at the time when I really needed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;For now, I have to fake a smile for work. And pretend that the sun always shine on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Maybe this will be my last post. As I'm trying to find myself. And try to be someone who no longer need to depend on anybody accept Allah that is. Which I've tried and find it difficult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;But I am not about to give up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Love Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;Sue Koondari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112703638036780272?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112703638036780272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112703638036780272' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112703638036780272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112703638036780272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/09/cubaan.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112649448170575534</id><published>2005-09-12T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T11:08:01.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pardon Me Sir??!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most embarassing thing happened to me today. I was at my desk doing my paper work. When a guest from the hotel approach me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As usual I greeted him "Good Morning Mr. *******. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He replied "Good Morning my dear."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeing him holding on a piece of paper,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said " How my I assist you today?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He said "Well I was hoping that you can help me SEX this (pointing to paper that he was holding)."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was stunt for a while after hearing the word SEX coming out of the guest mouth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later I felt like laughing out loud (but of course I did not!), as I knew he meant FAX.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But naughty me...., I said "Pardon me sir??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then he finally realised that he had said SEX instead of FAX.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instantly his face turn deep red. Oh the poor guest!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He said "Err I'm sorry I meant FAX this for me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahah. Wonder what he has been thinking eh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This remind me of an incident that happened many years back. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's guest who compliments me on my so called pretty dimple.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But instead of saying &gt; What a pretty DIMPLE you have.&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He said "What a pretty NIPPLE you have!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haizz all this ang mo arrr so gatal right?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112649448170575534?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112649448170575534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112649448170575534' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112649448170575534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112649448170575534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/09/pardon-me-sir-most-embarassing-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112649321971922866</id><published>2005-09-09T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:46:59.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Nadya!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dear baby (yes no matter how big you are, you'll always be mummy's baby).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here wishing you Happy 6th Birthday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be good girl and mummy love you lots and lots!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112649321971922866?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112649321971922866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112649321971922866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112649321971922866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112649321971922866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-nadya-my-dear-baby-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112627227105511777</id><published>2005-09-08T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T19:10:44.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things done so far....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(x) smoked a cigarette (Shhh! Jangan bilang orang!!)&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;( ) stolen a car&lt;br /&gt;(x)Langgar anak ayam with a car (Hwarrggh!! ampunkan aku anak ayam!!)&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in love&lt;br /&gt;( ) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone on a blind date - sort of&lt;br /&gt;(x) lied to a friend (bohong sunat jer ;p)&lt;br /&gt;(x) lied to hubs (cannot follow dosa ok!!)&lt;br /&gt;(x) skipped school (also cannot follow!!)&lt;br /&gt;(x) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a crush with someone on the net&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to Malaysia (Chh! Duh...)&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) set myself on fire (Someone pleazz kill me if I ever had that idea!!)&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been skiing&lt;br /&gt;( ) met someone in person from the internet&lt;br /&gt;(x) taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;(x) love someone or miss someone right now (very much)&lt;br /&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tea party (err does hi-tea time counts??)&lt;br /&gt;(x) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) built a sand castle (mine look more like a hut! but whatever...)&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated while playing a game (hahahah BIG TIME!!)&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;( ) used a fake id&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;( ) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(x) touched a snake (my fear factor!!)&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;(x) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;( ) been robbed (don't anybody ever have that idea ok! I have black belt!)&lt;br /&gt;(x) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;(x) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;( ) had braces/retainer&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;( ) danced in the moonlight (hubs I'm winking!!)&lt;br /&gt;(x) liked the way I look&lt;br /&gt;( ) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;(x) swam in the ocean/sea&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't (Erk like a million time or so!)&lt;br /&gt;( ) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose (yeah I know...YUCKS!!)&lt;br /&gt;( ) danced in the rain (Hub I'm doing double wink now!!)&lt;br /&gt;( ) watched the sun rise with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone rollerskating&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge (Someone please....SMACK my head if I ever talk about doing that!!)&lt;br /&gt;( ) ate dog/cat food (Erghh!! I would rather eat rabbit food!!)&lt;br /&gt;( ) told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a mirror&lt;br /&gt;(x) sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a dream that I was married to Brad Pitt :)))))))))) (I loike!!)&lt;br /&gt;(x) glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your tongue stuck to a flag pole&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a fish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(x) kissed a cat&lt;br /&gt;(x) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;( ) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;( ) didn't take a shower for a week (Actually 3 hari jer..., ahahah. It's during camping time! mana nak cari air!!)&lt;br /&gt;( ) picked and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) picked and ate jambu right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;(x) are scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;br /&gt;(x) believed in ghosts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) have more then 30 pairs of shoes /sandals&lt;br /&gt;( ) worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others say&lt;br /&gt;( ) played chicken&lt;br /&gt;( ) pushed into a pool/hot tub with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;(x) told you're hot by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) broke a bone&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed so hard till I cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried so hard till I laughed&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;(x) have a Celine Dion CD&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgotten someones name&lt;br /&gt;( ) been threatened to be kicked out of your house&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kicked out your house&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) had more than 3 cars (Actually 1 lamboghini (hope I spell that correctly) is enough *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank moii crowning princess, for allowing me to copy this cute post!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you baby gurl!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112627227105511777?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112627227105511777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112627227105511777' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112627227105511777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112627227105511777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/09/things-done-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112594125621061321</id><published>2005-09-03T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T01:27:36.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Akak Ketandusan Idea nooo....Tak Tau Nak Blog Ape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(93).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2893%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(95).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2895%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(94).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2894%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(99)2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2899%292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like to share some pictures at my hubs work place &gt; Shell Children Day Party.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112594125621061321?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112594125621061321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112594125621061321' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112594125621061321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112594125621061321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/09/akak-ketandusan-idea-nooo.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112617085643023951</id><published>2005-09-01T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T17:15:32.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day 15 At The Gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today finally I got a chance to the gym. Apparently the place I work at, there's quite a number of people who join the same gym as I do. So today I got 'kaki' lah. I went with Mimi (Communication supervisor) and Ila (Communication GSA). For the second time I joined BodyJam. It's not my favorite class, simply because I can't dance or so whatsoever that's related to dancing. But I've got to admit, it's FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112617085643023951?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112617085643023951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112617085643023951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112617085643023951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112617085643023951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-15-at-gym-today-finally-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112549130582207819</id><published>2005-08-31T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:28:25.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Crack Me Up!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;I received an email from a friend and would like to share this. It's freaking hilarious-lar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;To get the full effect, this should be read aloud. You will understand what 'tenjewberrymuds' means by the end of the conversation. This has been nominated for the best email of 2005.&lt;br /&gt;The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and room-service, at a hotel in Asia, which was recorded and published in the Far East Economic Review:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;Room Service (RS): "Morrin.  Roon sirbees."  &lt;br /&gt;Guest (G): "Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service."  &lt;br /&gt;RS: "Rye..Roon sirbees..morrin!  Jewish to oddor sunteen??"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Uh..yes..I'd like some bacon and eggs."  &lt;br /&gt;RS: "Ow July den?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "What??"&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Ow July den?...pryed, boyud, poochd?"&lt;br /&gt;G : "Oh, the eggs!  How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Ow July dee baykem?  Crease?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Crisp will be fine."&lt;br /&gt;RS : "Hokay.  An Sahn toes?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;RS:"An toes.  July Sahn toes?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "I don't think so."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "No? Judo wan sahn toes??"&lt;br /&gt;G: "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'judo wan sahn toes' means."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Toes! toes!...Why jew don juan toes?  Ow bow Anglish moppin we bodder?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "English muffin!!  I've got it!  You were saying 'Toast.'  Fine. Yes, an English muffin will be fine."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "We bodder?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "No...just put the bodder on the side."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Wad?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "I mean butter...just put it on the side."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Copy?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Copy...tea...meel?"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Yes. Coffee, please, and that's all."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "One Minnie.  Scramah egg, crease baykem, Anglish moppin we bodder on sigh and copy....rye??"&lt;br /&gt;G: "Whatever you say."&lt;br /&gt;RS: "Tenjewberrymuds."&lt;br /&gt;G : "You're very welcome."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112549130582207819?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112549130582207819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112549130582207819' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112549130582207819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112549130582207819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-crack-me-up-i-received-email-from.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112548993129610802</id><published>2005-08-29T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T20:05:31.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1st Day At Work &amp; I'm Missing My Babies...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Nuzha%20Birdpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Nuzha%20Birdpark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Nuzha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My dear darling daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Here’s wishing you the happiest of birthday.&lt;br /&gt;May you always look at the world with wonder as you do now through that 2-year old eyes of yours. May the world remains to be adoring of sweet little you for many many more birthdays to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Mummy!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112548993129610802?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112548993129610802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112548993129610802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112548993129610802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112548993129610802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/1st-day-at-work-im-missing-my-babies.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112504694007751261</id><published>2005-08-26T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:55:30.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apparently I Drink Coffee Again...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Holidaying%20in%20Indonesia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Holidaying%20in%20Indonesia1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Holidaying%20in%20Indonesia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Holidaying%20in%20Indonesia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Holidaying%20in%20Indonesia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Holidaying%20in%20Indonesia3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was talking to a friend of mine today. So the topic bout me starting work this monday pop out. Then it leads to - "Kalau kau tak kerja kat hotel, kerja apa lagi yang kau fikir sesuai untuk kau?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...., I would really love to be a zoo keeper. Nak jadi Veterinarian tak kesampaian. So jadi zoo keeper lah. I've always love animals. God knows how many trips to the Zoo I've made. And since young, I remembered having as many strays brought back home as I've seen as many sweets! Rabbits, hamster, fishes, birds, cats and what have you. Cuma tak bawak balik ular jer. Itu aku ada geli sikit. Ngee eeeeeeeee......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee hee just want to share that only lar. Top are pics of me at the Indonesian Safari.  Yang first pic tu ada censored sikit kat sebelah kanan,  pasal ada 'barang buangan'  yg tak berapa sedap dipandang. ;p Amacam..., ada gaya zoo keeper tak?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Notice I didn't use any 'chim a.k.a intelligent' words today. Takut si DK salah interpret what I'm saying. Muahahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112504694007751261?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112504694007751261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112504694007751261' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112504694007751261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112504694007751261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/apparently-i-drink-coffee-again.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112504556096273447</id><published>2005-08-26T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T16:39:20.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No More MTV For You Missy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(120).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%28120%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(121).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%28121%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(124).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%28124%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do I know my baby is watching way too many MTV's?&lt;br /&gt;She started singing&lt;br /&gt;"No No No No......"&lt;br /&gt;"Don phunk wi ma hart...."&lt;br /&gt;back to&lt;br /&gt;"No No No No...."&lt;br /&gt;again, siap dengan face impression ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more MTV for you! Biasa dia....ngee hee hee. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112504556096273447?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112504556096273447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112504556096273447' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112504556096273447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112504556096273447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-more-mtv-for-you-missy-how-do-i.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112497807558946679</id><published>2005-08-25T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T21:54:35.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Got A Job!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes! Yes! No longer a housewife! Yes! Yes! Muahahaha! Don't mind me jumping up and down yeah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I have been thinking bout getting back to work for a long, long time. It's not that I don't like to do the housework. Here I would like to give you my daily schedule as a housewife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mon : Morning, 7.45am = Prepare breakfast for the kids, give the kids a shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;8am =  Send Nadya to her iqrak class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;8.10am = Do the dishes. Do the laundry, fold clothes and hang the laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;9am = Pick Nadya from her class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;9.10am = Sweep the floor, mop the floor, general house cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;11am = Start cooking lunch. Do the dishes again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;12pm = Kids time for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;12.30pm = Play time with baby while making sure that Nadya do abit of reading before school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1pm = Send Nadya to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1.15pm = My lunch time while watching Oprah (Oprah!! I love you!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2pm = Baby nap time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2.15pm = Iron clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4pm= Blog. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;5pm = Pick Nadya up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;5.30pm = Dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;6pm = Shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;7pm = Homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;8pm = Toon time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;9pm = Lights off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tues : Basically the same, but  at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;11.30am = kids have to eat their lunch as by 12pm = Send Nadya to dance class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;8pm = Instead of Toon time is exchange to sending Nadya to tuition time. And me rushing to my iqrak class right after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wed : Same as Mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thurs : Same but no Iqrak class, so it's change to Toon time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;12pm = Send Nadya to dance class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fri : Same as Thurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sat : Same as Mon except at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;8.150am = Send her to Madrasah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;10am = Pick her up from Madrasah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;10.15am = Go for early lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;11am = Send her to art class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;12.30pm = Pick her up from art class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The rest of the time till 2.15pm is homework time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2.15pm = Send her to her reading class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4pm = Pick her up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sun : Lepak OK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So after 3 years of this. YES! I am sooo ready to start working again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Now the question is where?? Muahahah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well....I'm a hotelier and always will be. Love that line!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This time I'm gonna work at the Fullerton Hotel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I thought of going back to Ritz Carlton Millenia, but decided on a new place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My first time went for an interview and get appointment letter all in the same day. I'm that good huh?! muahahahah. Well not really, when the very first time I decided that hotel is my choice of line was when I was at the Four Season Hotel. There too, I got my appointment letter on the first day of my interview. So..... *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm in the process of getting myself a maid. So that she can take care of the kids while I'm at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And oh ya! I'm starting MONDAY!! Wish me luck you guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS : Eh I do all this new stuff on my  blog. No one comment leh. Accept my dearie Princess Nasha. Love you gurl!! Haizz...still don't know how to change the lay out. Plus I'm sick of the 'Nobody' song already and I don't know how to change it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to that certain someone, is it so hard to say = "Hwa...you did this all on your own? Oh sooo clever. Come let me hug you." hahahah something like that arr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geez....what has one got to do to get some recognition around here..... :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112497807558946679?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112497807558946679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112497807558946679' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112497807558946679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112497807558946679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-got-job-yes-yes-no-longer-housewife.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112489047529438613</id><published>2005-08-24T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:42:40.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hubs Birthday Celebration Cake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(53).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2853%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(54)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2854%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(72).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(74).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-13-at-gym-happy-33rd-birthday.html"&gt;Hubs Birthday entry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sorry-lar Haizum...., I know you want to see the pics (sorry the pics are not that clear). And it took me quite sometime to post it. Well, you think I got nothing better to do other than just blogging is it?? Got to help Nadya with her school project ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Haizz...now a days kindergarten also got project. You want to know what is the project?? Make rocket! Of course we cheated lar. Its me and hubs that do most of it! Muahahahah.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The last time the teacher give her a project. Which was make your own farm house with farm animals. Seriously...., hers looks like a jungle with lots of injured farm animals! Then the best part, on the day of handing it to the teacher. I look at her classmate so called work. Hwaa!!! look like the parents is the one who did it. I mean... the one that I see even can see staircase inside the farm house ok!! Thats not a work of a 5 yr old!!! So being the kiasu parents. Must challenge all the other parents, right?? So her rocket has got a bit of princessy feel to it. Comes complete with pink metallic wrapper to give the rocket feel to it. Oh! Oh! and got windows with princess 'pilot' in it ok! Muahahah!! Sure will get A+ for that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And now I've got to help her with her dance practice at home. Oh by the way, please come and support Nadya at the Kallang Theatre on 30th October 2005, Sunday, 10.30am. To watch her recital. Muahahah, I'm promoting-lar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh plus I really got to help her with her malay. Ada ke dia kata 'suratkhabar' tu 'story book'!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Haizz... but cannot blame her also-lar. We never speak malay with her. Nama jer keturunan multi racial. My hubs can speak english, tamil and malay. I can speak english, malay and chinese. But Nadya can only speak english fluently. Sampai-kan ustazah tempat ngaji dia kena tukar her teaching methods. Ya lar for her have to speak english. But not so bad, there's one chinese muslim there also cannot speak malay. So basically ok-lar. And nasib baik her madrasah teaches in english. But, I'm so worried lar. Next year got exam ok!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/13934267-112489047529438613?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112489047529438613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112489047529438613' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112489047529438613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112489047529438613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/hubs-birthday-celebration-cake-hubs.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112477515430414465</id><published>2005-08-23T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:43:13.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quoting 2 Bloggers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was linked by this young man (with very messy hair!, I LIKE),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://trevorrecords.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-caught-you-knockin-at-cellar-door-i.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Everything I Say and Do is Right"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. So better listen to him right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things he wrote struck a chord with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There seems to be an inexhaustible amount of people complaining about how they want a girl/boyfriend, kids, or whatever to make them less lonely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me think, how irresponsible people can be if they chose kids to feel less lonely. Kids are a huge responsible given by God. They are not there to fill up VOID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there are slu* and bitc*** and err I don't know what they call it for guy version. Who would grab just any Tom, Dick &amp;amp; Hairy err I don't know what they call it for girl version. Just to fill up their VOID. Then later realized that they are not really in love!&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on!, only kids would think. "Oh we had so much in common!" "I LOVE YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;and "Oh we share the same taste in food, we both don't eat fat stuff" "I LOVE YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;and "Oh you fill my emptiness" "I LOVE YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;and *"Oh after listening to your many sob stories, I suddenly feel something for you!"&lt;br /&gt;and the stupid list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is too much in common is BORING! And we do need fat stuff every once in a while. Emptiness will sometimes be there especially if you've been married for a long time. But its up to you to make it work. *And Yes seriously, this is a real life experience. A friend of mine fall in love with a girl, only after this girl tells him lots of her life sobs (this friend of mine also funny! That is not called LOVE. It is called KESIAN!!) Which later found out was all fake!! I mean..., this fu***** girl is so pathetic! She can only get guys to fall for her through listening to all her fake sobs. And not her of who she really is! I'm like sorry for her though. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, what I am trying to say is...., make sure that you are in love not just because of the above mentioned. Oh I'm not sure bout the last breed. Get a P.I. for that one-lar ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when you are already married, now I like to quote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hypnotised.blogspot.com/2004/08/another-year-another-self.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cik Suen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" penat2 bercinta, ader aje la yg silap, esp. the part where infidility comes in. pantang si pompuan tuh slack sikit (e.g tak lawo, tak stylo, tak pandai dressing, tak manje), pegi carik pompuan lain. padahal, bley je bawak berbincang and sort things out *sigh* can't really trust anyone, sebenarnye."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So pikir sendiri ah....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For now I'm gonna get myself some puffy, jackass-looking shoes. As suggested by Trevor. Cause though I'm married. I am going through some serious loneliness of my own. I'm working something out, but to no avail. So I'm gonna get me some jackass-looking shoes and do some serious thinking. *BIG TIME SIGH*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112477515430414465?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112477515430414465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112477515430414465' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112477515430414465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112477515430414465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/quoting-2-bloggers-was-linked-by-this.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112472714957897056</id><published>2005-08-22T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:54:45.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Missing You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Single outrageous fun – when did you walk out of my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112472714957897056?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112472714957897056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112472714957897056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112472714957897056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112472714957897056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/missing-you-single-outrageous-fun-when.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112471389747749098</id><published>2005-08-22T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:43:47.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Must I Always Need To Think Of A Title??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Boo Hoo..... Huwaarggh...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have not been to the gym a little over a week now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I can actually see 1 kilo gram growing healthy, waving to me from my tummy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So what did I do???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I fast-lar. Fasting month is just a couple of months away. So kena bayar balik beb!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Selamat I only utang 6 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Somewhere in the afternoon rasa cam nak buka puasa jer, cause I'm like fuming mad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Over somebody who's soo insensitive!! But guess, its not worth it lar. For over something stupid, tak pasal-pasal batal puasa. I'm not gonna elaborate any further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So biasa-lah first day puasa, memang tak berdaya &lt;strong&gt;aka&lt;/strong&gt; malas nak masak! Around 4pm dah berangan nak makan macam-macam. Want to buy that kueh-lar. That drink-lar. This desert-lar. Biasa that makan place yang I want to go nie memang ada macam-macam. Air kathira-lar. Mini pizza-lar, ayam perchik-lar you name it they got. Ishk ishk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At 5pm I set foot to pick up Nadya from her Kindergarten. Then go for a slow walk to Istanbul Restaurant. Dah sampai jer.....! Huwarghh....! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rasa cam nak nangis jer, pastu rasa cam nak ketawa pulak (tapi tak boleh buat kat public, tak pasal pasal Abg nasi ayam tu label aku yang jelita lagi menawan nie gila!). I forgot that this is not month fasting month. So takde-lar the spread yang aku angan angan nak tengok or rather nak melahap tu!! Kueh-kueh cuma dijual dipagi hari jer. Kueh-kueh yang ada nama artis tu hanya dijual dibulan puasa. Haizz.... Terpaksalah beli kway Teow Kerang. And bubble drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To Conclude : Don't be so sotong like me. Kalau bayar puasa tu comfirm its not in the ramadhan month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: To hubs, friends, cuzz, sis in-law, bro in-law, future sis in-law, niece aiyah all-lar. Alaaa I know-lar you guys must be wondering why am I writing my blog now in a mixture of malay. And of course I don't deny my American accent can never be brush off, muahahahah! But its for my new found blog friend dk and my other Malaysian friend. There kepish! Actually, must write in malay more often lar. Now that Nadya has also started reading my blog. Cause her teacher told me her malay suck BIG time. So by reading my blog, at the very least can improve her malay. Oh! and also to ensure my hit counter get as many hit as possible. Muahahahah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112471389747749098?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112471389747749098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112471389747749098' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112471389747749098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112471389747749098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/must-i-always-need-to-think-of-title.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112460962593504756</id><published>2005-08-21T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:44:29.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm High On caffeine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok I should really stop drinking coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Otherwise there will be like 10 blogs just for today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112460962593504756?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112460962593504756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112460962593504756' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112460962593504756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112460962593504756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-high-on-caffeine-ok-i-should-really.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112460944937442898</id><published>2005-08-21T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:44:56.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;....Ya Allah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....Sekiranya dia adalah suami pilihan Mu diArash &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....berilah aku kekuatan dan keyakinan untuk terus bersamanya. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....Sekiranya dia adalah suami yang akan membimbing tanganku dititianMu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....kurniakanlah aku sifat kasih dan redha atas segala perbuatannya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....Sekiranya dia adalah bidadara untuk ku di Jannah Mu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....limpahkanlah aku dengan sifat tunduk dan tawaduk akan segala perintahnya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....Sekiranya dia adalah yang terbaik untukku di DuniaMu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....peliharalah tingkah laku serta kata-kataku dari menyakiti perasaannya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....Sekiranya dia adalah jodoh yang dirahmati olehMu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;....berilah aku kesabaran untuk menghadapi segala kerenah dan ragamnya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112460944937442898?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112460944937442898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112460944937442898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112460944937442898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112460944937442898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112456100894331071</id><published>2005-08-21T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:45:27.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Forgive You, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Want You Sad No More &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you find out what you want. I already know what I am. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you can tell me how vile I already know that I am. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll grow old and start acting my age. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A crown of gold. A heart that's harder than stone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it hurts a whole lot, but it's missed when it's gone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call me a safe bet. I'm betting I'm not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm glad that I can forgive. I'm only hoping as time goes, I can forget. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of the state. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can keep to yourself. I'll keep out of your way. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So call it quits or get a grip. Say you wanted a solution. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just wanted to be missed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call me a safe bet. I'm betting I'm not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm glad that I can forgive. I'm only hoping as time goes, I can forget... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are calm and reposed. Let your beauty unfold. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spring keeps you ever close. You are second hand smoke. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are so fragile and thin. Standing trial for your sins. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holding onto yourself the best you can. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the smell before rain. You are the blood in my veins. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call me a safe bet. I'm betting I'm not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm glad that I can forgive. I'm only hoping as time goes, I can forget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112456100894331071?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112456100894331071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112456100894331071' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112456100894331071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112456100894331071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-forgive-you-want-you-sad-no-more-if.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112444480360554937</id><published>2005-08-18T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T00:39:06.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes President? No President?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was blog hopping and I found this truly Asia...., well maybe not truly Asia-lah. Truly Singapore?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No maybe truly Beng. I guess that suits it. He post about something recent which was the Singapore President election tingy. I never really like to talk politics cause, I don't want to end up saying something like :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;See lar, so itchy mouth go and comment on politicks lar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Die, got stupidly write something that sounds even slightly defamatory or not!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"But no need defamatory also will kena one what!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"How? This time sure die!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So go and read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rockson.blogspot.com/2005/08/fuck-man-no-more-president-election.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rockson Takumi Tan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;its freaking hilarious-lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh and by the way, if you don't understand singlish. Don't even bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112444480360554937?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112444480360554937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112444480360554937' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112444480360554937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112444480360554937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/yes-president-no-president-i-was-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112429930439304332</id><published>2005-08-15T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T14:11:28.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/fandi%20and%20wendy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/fandi%20and%20wendy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/fandi%20and%20wendy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hilarious Factor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/asha%20gill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/asha%20gill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/fandi%20and%20wendy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Annie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Annie3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/fandi%20and%20wendy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/fandi%20and%20wendy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/fandi%20and%20wendy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/fandi%20and%20wendy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/fandi%20and%20wendy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/fandi%20and%20wendy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/fandi%20and%20wendy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/fandi%20and%20wendy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/fandi%20and%20wendy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had Haizum sleep over at my place yesterday. No we did not have any PJ party! But I guess we should. We just watch CSI and MTV before we call it a night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wake up quite late this morning, Nadya miss here Iqrak class. But that's ok, she need that much needed rest anyway (really!! I'm not making excuses for waking up late. Oh OK! So shoot me!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And guess what. We watch MTV again. This is the hilarious part. Asha Gill was on. And Haizum told me that I kinda look like her, (and there's no wonder why you are like my fav cuzz :) )but I don't think I look like Asha or Sindee at all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eversince when I was like 16, people had already mistaken me for a Star. There's this one occasion when I was taking the train to down town. There's this guy (I must say he's CUTE!) actually ask for my autograph. As usual I had that sotong look (but I guess I must have look even more cuter?? when I have that look, cause that guy has smiles go even wider). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I say "err for what ah??". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he said "Oh sorry. I thought you were Wendy Jacobs".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I almost choke! And guess he realized that I wasn't Wendy cause I have not master that South African accent (not that I've mastered it now....). He gave me his number though, which I've never got the nerve to call (well actually my mum would screen my calls, so....). For God sake I was only 16.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then when I was 17. This time it's kinda freaky. I was out having dinner with some friends at Clark Quay, when this BUTCH (no offence, but I'm STRAIGHT! and I hope I got the right spelling) came up to me and say that I look like Drew Barrymore. Needless to say some of my so called friends laugh hysterically. I don't know if she or he say that so that we could exchange numbers or she/he really meant it. So I gave her/him a fake number just so I could brush her/him away. I felt bad having to do that but...... I'm straight!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when I was 18 (and oh how I miss being 18....*sigh*). I had this really curly and long flocks (its all mine, it natural ;p). It was at HotBod (I remembered it cause I celebrate my 18th Birthday there, no particular reason. Well if you have to know.....YES! Finally I get to step into a club. There HAPPY?? oh! and please don't tell my mum) And the waiter that served us said that I look like Sheryl Crow. This I'm not quite sure. The club was quite dark for one thing. He probably just wants me to tip him more. Either that he was intoxicated with all that drinks behind the bar. Hmmm......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the latest, besides Haizum's comments. My bro in-law Haridas and his fiance Bhavani had brought their engagement photos to work (they both work at the same place). And she told my hubs that their friends think that I look like Fan Wong. Ok 1st of all how could anybody in Sari look like Fan Wong?? You can view that &lt;a href="http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-engagement-haridas-bhavani.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;pic here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;To peeps who have no idea how Asha Gill or Wendy look like. There's picture of them on top. And that little pic on the left is yours truly (7 yrs ago. *sigh*). I can't find Fan Wong pic though. And I'm sure even peeps knows how Drew Barrymore and Sheryl Crow look like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok I know my friends especially Lemming would probably need to puke now. So go and do just that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;To conclude.....I just thank God for the way I look and for giving me a great husband and two beautiful kids. It doesn't really matter how I look on the outside cause I know I'll grow old and its all gone, but whats on the inside that matters and to know that I can serve God and to be able to love and to be love by God and my husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112429930439304332?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112429930439304332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112429930439304332' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112429930439304332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112429930439304332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/hilarious-factor-i-had-haizum-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112399752648652779</id><published>2005-08-12T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:46:38.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 14 At The Gym&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss the Bodybalance class but thank God I manage to catch Bodypump. In Bopypump today, I tried carry 5 1/2KG on each side. And boy was I soar! And I was really amazed at myself that I can still continue doing Bodycombat!! Will take pics of my muscle to show off soon. ehehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112399752648652779?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112399752648652779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112399752648652779' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112399752648652779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112399752648652779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-14-at-gym-miss-bodybalance-class.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112399817481454325</id><published>2005-08-11T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T13:42:54.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TT Durai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Boy I thought the controversial was over. But check this out &lt;a href="http://www.tohzhiqiang.per.sg/downloads/nkfaffairs_CW.wmv"&gt;http://www.tohzhiqiang.per.sg/downloads/nkfaffairs_CW.wmv&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's sooo freaking hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112399817481454325?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112399817481454325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112399817481454325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112399817481454325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112399817481454325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/tt-durai-boy-i-thought-controversial.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112399721243347799</id><published>2005-08-10T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:47:11.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 13 At The Gym&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 33rd Birthday Honey....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup it's my hubs birthday today. His Birthday falls after National Day and mine after independence Day. Kinda cute huh.... Anyway I bought him a Black Forest Ice-Cream cake from Swensen (if you ever bought an Ice-Cream cake, make sure you have it out from the freezer for at least 10 mins!). He had a hard time trying to cut it. ehehehe my fault. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I'll post the Birthday pics really soon.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right after that I went to the gym. Done BodyPump. Waited for Haizum as she wanted to do the BodyBalance with me. And yeah I manage to loose all that Ice-Cream cake. *wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our hubby came with Nadya and poor them they have to wait Haizum and me really wanna go for Sauna. Sorry guys. Later we headed for Mak's place for makan and also to celebrate my hubs birthday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112399721243347799?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112399721243347799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112399721243347799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112399721243347799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112399721243347799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-13-at-gym-happy-33rd-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112360730553650687</id><published>2005-08-09T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:47:46.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 40th Birthday Singapore!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today Nadya's baby tooth drop out. I was in my room trying to make Nuzha sleep, when she came running all excited and all smiles. I could not make out what she was trying to tell me at first, as she speaks really fast. All I could see was that her eyes sparkle. I still didn't get it when she showed me her palm. Guess she saw my blur face when she point to me something that look like a maggot on her hand. After analizing it that I realized it's her baby tooth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember my first baby tooth drop (think I was like 7 yrs old)....well not exactly drop, drop. One day I found out that my tooth was loose and I told my mum about it (I found out really soon that was a HUGE mistake!) and she immediately ask me to lie down on her lap. I did wonder why. So anyway I did as I was told (being the anak misthali as I am). Little that I know that she's gonna fiddle around with my already loose tooth so that it'll come out soon. I was freaking out and crying my hearts out, not to mention my accidental fart (well, yes I fart when I'm scared :P). And I remember asking her why must she force my tooth out. And she told me, if this tooth don't come out by that day itself, my next teeth will kinda overlap it. I was like wtf??!! But before I knew it, I saw my mum holding my tooth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I was glad that Nadya didn't have to go thru what I go thru. I didn't even have to tell her where to put the baby tooth. After she's convince that her mummy understood her and no longer in a sotong state, she immediately make her way to her room and place it under her pillow. And damn it, I can't find a dollar coin!! Who came out with this tooth fairy angle tingy anyway huh??!! Haizz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moral of the story : let the freaking baby tooth drop by itself!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw the parade on TV, plus I get to see the airplanes live! I must say that I'm even more proud to be a Singaporean after today. I love you Singapore!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112360730553650687?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112360730553650687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112360730553650687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112360730553650687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112360730553650687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-40th-birthday-singapore-today.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112360619507704035</id><published>2005-08-08T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:48:10.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 12 At The gym&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today for the 1st time me and hub went to the gym together as we've me mum to look after the kids. We decided to go to Paragon. Haizum and her hub, Darus tag along as our guest. We were there quite late as Darus finishes work late. So this time I only manage to catch the last class, it was bodyStep. Me, Haizum and Darus joined the class while my hub prefer to do the dry weights. It was hilarious looking at Darus trying to catch up. But then again most of us in the class was trying to catch up as the instructor had changes few of its steps. Haizz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After gym, we went for supper. It's located somewhere in Pasir Ris, can't remember what the place is call but it's where most people go fishing hmmm....not my forte but anyway me and hub had lamb chop and calamari. It's yummilicous. Plus the owner is a friend of Darus, so I guess he made it extra special for us. In all I had fun. It has been a long time since I go out like that. So...I'm happy. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112360619507704035?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112360619507704035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112360619507704035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112360619507704035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112360619507704035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-12-at-gym-today-for-1st-time-me.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112377660181609250</id><published>2005-08-07T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:48:40.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Left Outside Alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All my life I've been waiting for you to bring a fairytale my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Been living in a fantasy without meaning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's not ok, I dont feel safe&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel safe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Left Broken, empty and in despair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wanna breathe, can't find air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thought you were sent from up above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But you and me never had love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So much more I have to say help me find a way&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you know how it really feels, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to be left outside alone when it's cold out here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well maybe you should know just how it feels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to be left outside alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to be left outside alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you play me like a game? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Always someone else to blame careless, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;helpless little man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;someday I might understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There's not much more to say but I hope you find a way&lt;br /&gt;I need to pray.. Ooh Pray&lt;br /&gt;I Need to Pray....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112377660181609250?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112377660181609250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112377660181609250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112377660181609250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112377660181609250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/left-outside-alone-all-my-life-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112352774268099547</id><published>2005-08-06T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:50:13.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Engagement Haridas &amp; Bhavani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Finally my hubs manage to scan my brother in-law engagement pictures which was in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Match Made In Heaven..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I love this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Ceremony Hall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%2061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%2061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No...I was not making fun of anybody. I was just too nervous that my lips goes dry. So that was just me trying to make my lips wet. Geezz....how did I not notice the camera man??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My sisters in-law, the one in red is Vani and the one in pink is Syamala. And that cute little gir is my niece Shusma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%2081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%2081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The one in blue trying to somewhat help Shusma carry the gift tray is my daughter Nadya. Aren't they both cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%2016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Look at my handsome hubby signing the witness form. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%2012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%20151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%20151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%2014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%2014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%20131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%20131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%20221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%20221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%20181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%20181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Family pic, back from left, hubs, mum in-law carrying my sleepy baby Nuzha, Me, sis in-law Syamala, sis in-law Vani, bro in-law Rajan carrying looking cute in pink Drisya, front from left, Nadya, Bhavani, Haridas and Shusma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%20171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%20171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%20211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%20211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The one in White veil is me mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%20201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%20201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%20191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%20191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Engagement%20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Engagement%20101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Look at my mum in-law happy face. ehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112352774268099547?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112352774268099547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112352774268099547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112352774268099547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112352774268099547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-engagement-haridas-bhavani.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112342821908701781</id><published>2005-08-05T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:50:52.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 11 At The Gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray!! Early this morning my husband called CHIJ Katong and we were told that we've got err I mean Nadya got a place in the School. No more headache. err not exactly, we have to make Nadya memorize the name of the School. She's having trouble memorizing just the initials. I have no idea how to make her memorize -Convent Holy Infant Jesus Katong School!! Hmm...but I just thank god she's got no problem in telling people when they ask which Kindergarten and Madrasah she goes too. eheheh. I don't really blame her. Her weekdays are jammed pack with extra curriculum. She's got the Iqrak recital on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday morning. On Monday afternoon after her Kindergarten class she's got Speech and Drama. On Tuesday nights she's got tuition. On Saturday morning she's got Madrasah, right after Madrasah she's got Art class and on the afternoon she's got reading class with SINDA. And it used to be on Saturdah night she's got swimming class which I have to cancel as she opted for dance class now. My husband have to remind me that she's only 5, when I want to sign her up for the Abacus and Piano lesson. Bad mummy!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon I went to the gym, the one in Paragon. As promised got to burn all that Nasi Lemak that I had for supper yesterday. Went for bodycombat class and yoga. Just as I was about to show off to everybody that I've mastered the tree, standingforwardbend, lunges, patha, asani, cobra, cat, downwarddog, upwarddog, triangle, warrior, dancer poses (peeps can go to Yahoo Images to see the poses) And Haizz....today the instructor wants to try something new. I just knew something like-having my leg straight up with both my hands supporting my back and only my head and shoulder on the floor-tingy gonna happened. I was a bit wobbly. A little embarrassed ok not really its more like ALOT as the instructor have to hold my legs up so that in won't drop. I was praying hard for my feet not to smell bad after the bodycombat class. As in yoga class we have to go bare feet. Plus I didn't shave my legs today!! Didn't think I have to cause I'm gonna where long slack today. How am I gonna know that I have to do that pose causing my slack to run down. Huh what a day! So to those doing yoga, always and I mean always have your legs shave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112342821908701781?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112342821908701781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112342821908701781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112342821908701781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112342821908701781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-11-at-gym-hooray-early-this.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112333687881775943</id><published>2005-08-04T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:51:23.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Registration for Nadya's Primary School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wake up quite early this morning. Just to scan the internet on the availability of the Primary School of our choice. If anybody has to be KIASU it will have to be us. As we are not eligible for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Phase 1 for a child who has a sibling studying in the school of choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Phase 2A(1) a) for a child whose parent is a former student of the schol and who has joined &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the alumni association as a member not later than 30/06/04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;b) for a child whose parent is a member of the School Advisory/Management &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Committee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Phase 2A(2)a) for a child whose parent of sibling has studied in the school of choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;b) for a child whose parent is a staff member of the school of choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Phase 2B a) for a child whose parent has joined the school as a parent volunteer not later than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;01/07/04 and has given at least 40 hrs of voluntary service to the school by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;03/06/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;b) for a child whose parent is a member of the church/clan directly connected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;with the school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;c) for a child whose parent is endorsed as an active community leader &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These people on top has already starts registration in July. And people like me who falls under catogary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Phase 2C for a child who is ineligible for or unsuccessful in earlier phases, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can only start registraion in August. So there for I have to be extra kiasu, as I don't want to go to the school and then find out later that the place is already full and then comes the balloting part. Which can be heart broken. So my husband checked the internet found out that our 1st choice of Primary School which is St Hilda's is already on the phase of balloting for the earlier phases, so no point going there. We checked our second Primary School of choice which is CHIJ (Convent Holy Infant Jesus) Katong. Looks like there's a good chance, so without wasting anytime we rush there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Did the registration tingy, with a little bit of confusion. 1st of all with all the rush we forgot to bring a pen, to fill up the registration form. I have to find the School bookshop to get one. 2nd the teacher who attend to us got confused as Nadya's birth cert shows that she's Indian but took Malay as a second language. But all in all, I shall say it went smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To know wheather or not we are successful, we have to check the Teletext, the internet or give them a call tomorrow. So right now I'm keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At about 9pm, my cousin Haizum and her husband came over as her husband needed to use our printer. Later on we went to Changi Point for that famous Nasi Lemak. All I can say is YUMMY!, I haven't had Nasi Lemak like in ages. Of course it just means I have to go to the gym tomorrow to burn all that Nasi Lemak. eheheh OH! and also when we were having the Nasi Lemak something really embarassing happened to me which I can't bare to reveal. What makes it even more embarassing was there's these 3 guys who were checking me out when I reach there. No I'm not gatal. It's just flattering after being married for 7 yrs with 2 kids and there's still guys checking me out. All I can say is Halleluyah to all GYM! And Haizum....if you ever leak out what happened to people we know...., I'm sooo gonna #@$% you!! To those peeps who are wondering, NO I did not fart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey! I'm slowly getting back to my old self. Alhamdulillah.... :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112333687881775943?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112333687881775943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112333687881775943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112333687881775943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112333687881775943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/registration-for-nadyas-primary-school.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112333461449836606</id><published>2005-08-03T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:52:00.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 10 At The Gym&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today I tried the gym that's located in town, it's in Paragon. Its ok. I didn't try any of the machine simply because I'm not used to running or cycling while people walking down the street staring. So I sign up for the classes, which is Bodypump, Bodycombat, Bodypump (again) and for the 1st time I tried Bodystep. I swear after that I can actually feel my muscle growing!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the changing room I brave myself to step on the weighing machine, that is something I've been avoiding for quite sometime. The last time I step on one was just before I started going to the gym. And guess what...., I LOSE 2KG!! Hooray! Well I know it's not much. But I've only been going to the gym for less than a month. So start calculating everybody. I might be able to get into that dream Kebaya just in time for Eid Mubarak! Again Hooray!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112333461449836606?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112333461449836606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112333461449836606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112333461449836606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112333461449836606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-10-at-gym-today-i-tried-gym-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112308336028552330</id><published>2005-07-30T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T23:39:21.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Another Sad Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My niece Drisya is in the ICU again. Why is God testing me is such a way?? But then again who am I to question him....But why Drisya?? Not me. I just can't handle all the test you give me God. If you have to take anybody away, please let it be me. I can't go on anymore.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry to those who thinks that I could be dorky all the time. =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112308336028552330?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112308336028552330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112308336028552330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112308336028552330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112308336028552330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-sad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112308268539981634</id><published>2005-07-29T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T23:37:40.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 9 At The Gym&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a beginning of a weekend for most but for me it's a beginning of sad day, week, mth, year perhaps. Something bad happened to me again twice!! I've got no where to go. It's not like I don't have friends but I don't like to bother them. So the gym is like a mental hospital for me. Where I can go crazy like carrying unbelievable weights in BodyPump class or punching air in Body Combat class. And then I can be calm and serene in the end with Body Balance class. But of course this is all not enough, ultimately I've got to get even more closer with my creator. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To all, just a gentle reminder. Make whatever choice wisely. Especially ones that probably last a life time. Don't ever let others make that choice for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112308268539981634?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112308268539981634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112308268539981634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112308268539981634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112308268539981634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-9-at-gym-its-beginning-of-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112255697854037963</id><published>2005-07-27T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T21:22:58.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 8 At The Gym&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I tried a full Pilates class. I like to call it the stretching class, cause it's basically that. And I kinda like it. Nothing interesting happened today. So that's all for today. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112255697854037963?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112255697854037963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112255697854037963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112255697854037963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112255697854037963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-8-at-gym-today-i-tried-full.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112235459485774620</id><published>2005-07-25T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T13:11:10.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 7 At The Gym&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I heard this song today at the gym and thought it was just too funny. Plus, it reminded me of someone I know, someone who I thought was a friend but who turned out to be of no-account and worthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;There I go--thinking of you again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;You don't know how sick you make me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;You make me f***in' sick to my stomach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Every time I think of you, I puke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;You must just not know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;You may not think you do, but you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Every time I think of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I was gonna take the time to sit down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;and write you a little poem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But from of the dome would probably be a little more, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;more suitable for this type of song--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of Sixteen bars, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;this ain't enough to put some ink ta So f*** it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'm a start right here by just be brief-a Bout to rattle off some other reasons I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo of you On my arm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;but what do I go and do I go and get another one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;now I got two I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin I can't believe I went and did this stupid sh** again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim If you only knew how much I hated you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;For every motherf***in' thing you ever put us through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;You don't know how sick you make me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;You make me f***in' sick to my stomach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Every time I think of you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I puke You must just not know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;You may not think you do, but you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Every time I think of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But I thought a song would probably be a little better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Instead of a letter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;That you'd probably just shred up--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;yeah I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;a stupid piece a Paper, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'd rather let you see how Much I f***in' hate you in a freestyle I hate your f***in' guts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;you f***in' s***, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But please don't get me wrong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'm not bitter or mad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;It's not that I still love you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;it's not 'cause I want you back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;It's just that when I think of you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;it makes me wannagag-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;What else can I do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I haven't got a clue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now I guess I'll just move on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I have no choice but to But every time I think of you now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'll I wanna do Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;You don't know how sick you make me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;You make me f***in' sick to my stomach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Every time I think of you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I puke You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;You may not think you do, but you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Every time I think of you, I puke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;PS : The lyrics might be wrong a little cause I just kinda memorise it. I have no idea who sang this song. Anybody know??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112235459485774620?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112235459485774620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112235459485774620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112235459485774620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112235459485774620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-7-at-gym-i-heard-this-song-today.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112218218375331415</id><published>2005-07-24T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:24:49.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 7th Anniversary Honey!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, its my 7th wedding anniversary today. When I 1st entered the world of wife, I thought I would be the world happiest wife. Even though it seems like the world is againts our relationship. Boy was I wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My late dad disapproved of our relationship cause he thinks the reason why he's a muslem convert is because he wants to marry me. I did had a talk with my then boyfriend, that it's something I would disapproved too. Because religion and relationship is a total different thing. During that time I keep telling him to lets just break up. Even though my human feeling was and is loving him half mad. Because I want him to just hate me. Don't know what drives me to that. And also in my sick mind then, if he really want to leave me. Then I would not look silly. Yes I was afraid of losing and very childish indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he told me that he had the intention to be a muslem even before he met me. I was relieved but dad was still not convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many factor to keep us apart then-His family. His family thinks that I had taken him away for good. Needless to say that they hate me. I totally understand if I were in his family shoes. I would hate me too. But I never give up in trying to make them accept us as we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the confusion we got married anyway. I was only 21 and he's 25. He holds a great job at one of the Petroleum Co. here in Singapore then and now. Money wise its not a big problem. But frankly both of us are not mentally ready. During that time lots of argument happened. And I just want to run away from it all. I just thank god that he's a patience men. I mean in every relationship there is sure to be a misunderstanding, right?? And sometimes, that what makes the relationship stronger. Like the one that happened quite recently. We had argued over something that I felt was not right. Don't get me wrong. I can safely say that I'm a very understanding wife. Even friends think he was lucky. I don't question much about what he wants to do as long there's a line between right and wrong. I trust him 100% and vice versa. But for the 1st time he thinks that I over reacted. Again I told him to just leave me. Of course I don't mean it. Its just that I thought if he were to really leave me then I won't feel that I've lost totally. Since I ask him 1st, yes, yes still very childish. I know. But by God grace and also I saw weirdly for the 1st time after a long long time that he really love me more than anything else. It sorta kinda makes us even closer. He realized that he was wrong. For the 1st time I learn to forgive for something big well maybe not very big. :P And for the 1st time I felt that this marriage will last a life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy cause his whole family has accepted us. This goes to show no matter what race or religion you are. If you never give up. Most importantly learn to be patience, and always do good deed to God and all mankind. You can live happily as a family, even though you don't share the same faith and the same skin color. As for my dad, I wish he was around to see that my hubby is a good muslem and a good man. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this honey, I will always love you. No matter what happened. And I promised that I'll never ask you to leave me anymore. Cause I'll go crazy if you really did.&lt;br /&gt;And I know there bound to be argument between us, which now I realized and finally registered it in my brain that its normal to have. And that after every argument we would learn something from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things I want to say. But sometimes its just best to show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your now mature wife. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;Love you lots and lots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112218218375331415?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112218218375331415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112218218375331415' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112218218375331415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112218218375331415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-7th-anniversary-honey-yup-its-my.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112155147286854466</id><published>2005-07-17T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T17:00:50.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Programmed Interrupted.........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Unvarnished is on temporary hiatus because of Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince (really need to rush and get that copy I ordered). Dorkyness shall resume later. This girl has some serious reading to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112155147286854466?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112155147286854466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112155147286854466' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112155147286854466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112155147286854466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/programmed-interrupted.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112148737706525411</id><published>2005-07-16T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T12:16:17.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Just Me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am not : a bad person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am : unique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I love : beautiful things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I can : make almost anyone smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I hate : sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I hope : to be successful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I crave : for cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I regret : my year of being 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I miss : being young-er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I cry : when words don't do the job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I fail : to let stuff go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I need : strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I care : about almost everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I always : think to much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I think : alll theee timeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I wonder : what my kids will turn out to be when they grow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I long to : have every good things I ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I feel : alone when I daydream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I sleep : too much *snore*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I hear : too many things I don't want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I listen : when I'm interested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I learn : everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I say : exactly how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I know : life is short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I live : for today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I can't help the fact that : I am a strong willed woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I give : my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I feel : good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112148737706525411?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112148737706525411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112148737706525411' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112148737706525411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112148737706525411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-just-me.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112145201126204326</id><published>2005-07-16T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T02:26:51.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't sleep!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mind keeps thinking about my niece Drisya. I really wish for her to get well soon. At the mean time I really need to get some sleep. Nadya got madrasah tomorrow morning or rather later on at 8.30am.  I'm gonna try to sleep now. So later guys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112145201126204326?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112145201126204326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112145201126204326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112145201126204326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112145201126204326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-cant-sleep-my-mind-keeps-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112136856027678573</id><published>2005-07-15T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T13:39:31.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Day 6 At The Gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried body jammed today. It's something like a dance class. I'm not in a mood to talk any further bout my day at the gym. You'll know why. I was done for the day, when I got a phone call from my hubby. My niece Drisya is now in ICU. I rush to NUH immediately. I reach there at about 11.30pm. I went in, and she's sleeping. It was heart wrenching to see her with needles poking her almost everywhere. Tears just flow freely. I don't think I can go on typing :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please friends pray for my niece health. Thank you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112136856027678573?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112136856027678573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112136856027678573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112136856027678573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112136856027678573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-6-at-gym-i-tried-body-jammed-today.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112136792754149054</id><published>2005-07-14T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T23:04:48.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Boobs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was in the train on my way back. I saw a lady breastfeeding her baby. No I'm not gonna talk about how disgusting it is. It's beautiful, I breastfed both of my girls. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to talk about how infatuated Singaporean women are with big boobs. It just remind me of my 2nd sister, she's married to a Malaysian. I went to my late grandmama house which is in &lt;a href="http://www.dream-adventures.net/trips/MALACCA%20ADVENTURE.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Malacca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the holiday. And there is where I met my sis. I was like 19 or so. Spending a week with her and her baby girl then left me deeply traumatized. Everything was going along great. My niece and I bonded immediately, probably because we communicated on the same intellectual level, and my sister loved me because I'm good at giving people a massage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On one makan outing, she said: "I supposed I'd better feed Anje, too."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No problem," I replied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Shall I get her a non spicy mee goreng?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She's 3 months old. She can't eat something like that."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That's true. I'll mash it up for her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sister sighed that pitiful "She-has-so-much-to-learn-before-she-can-be-a-mother" sigh and said: "It's OK. I'll feed her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, she discreetly pulled out one of her breasts, and Anje drank like an alcoholic in the desert and I push away my teh tarik with extra MILK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are not embarrassed, are you?" My sister asked, while she fed Anje and herself at the same time, which amazed me because I can't eat noodles with one hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No, not at all," I replied quickly. "But you'd better finish your lunch, er both of you, because my bus leaves to Singapore in, errr, 2 hours and 3 days." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No man or in this case woman wants to see that particular area when it comes to anyone in his/her own family. That would be a serious freudian boob.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not have big boob and there for I'm obsessed with that particular gland. Until recently. According to the countless commercials and the incessant ad campaigns, there are women who spend more time looking down at each other's breast, than they actually do working. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though, in fairness, they share that attribute with many men I knew. But those print ads say things like: "Do you think you have small breasts? Do they not attract the opposite sex?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you answer this question? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The photographs are hilarious, though. Women stand with their hands on the hips, a la Wonder Woman, with a straight smile and their brains in their breasts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who the heck designs these awful ads? I suspect ah bengs with that blond hair sit outside a coffee shop in Chinatown, selling their wet dreams to advertising executives in Raffles Place. No wonder they are always seen with branded stuff. They can get drunk on expensive beer and write the scripts for the TV Commercials.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My favorite one is set in a kindergarten playground where 3 tai tais are chatting, while waiting for their children to be released.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then she arrives. A bimbo with boobs so ridiculously big, she'll end up needing a plastic surgery on her broken to pieces jaw. Her son comes bounding out of class and she gathers him up for a cuddle. The commercial then pans across to the 3 sotong sisters who, as one voice, say: "Wahh!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they say there's no decent comedy on local TV these days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But is this really what the Suffragettes, advocated of Women's Charter and AWARE volunteers worked so hard for? So bimbos can have bigger boobs for lecherous men?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen ladies, a true gentleman will tell you that size doesn't matter. At least, that's what my husband always tell me. I'm done with being obsessed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112136792754149054?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112136792754149054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112136792754149054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112136792754149054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112136792754149054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/boobs-i-was-in-train-on-my-way-back.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112127657458101993</id><published>2005-07-14T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T10:17:43.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 5 At The Gym&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe it or not, I'm in love..............with the gym that is. Gee never imagine I would say that! Just last week I was terrified of the gym and this week oh! who ever knew. It's a place where I would be single temporarily ahahaha! Of course I can't take the wedding bling bling out. But still I've got no kids around me! aha! It's truly a paradise I tell ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112127657458101993?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112127657458101993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112127657458101993' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112127657458101993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112127657458101993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-5-at-gym-believe-it-or-not-im-in.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112120412017404228</id><published>2005-07-13T05:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T05:35:20.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/4833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/4833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112120412017404228?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112120412017404228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112120412017404228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112120412017404228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112120412017404228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112110624051660777</id><published>2005-07-12T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T02:17:34.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Girl..................And Her Questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am addicted to my children. Sometimes I fear for them because they are so cute I think I could consume their little faces. Except when they are being mouthy. Just because I made my 5 year old clean up the mess she made she said I was treating her like a slave. That just pissed me off to no end and I just wanted to roast her over an open fire. Obviously I'm not going to do that! Guess it's just the phase.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get this on a daily basis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I going to puke today? (why do you want me to make that bean soup that you hate)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it my birthday today? (try two months from now)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Can I change my race from mixed chinese, indian &amp;amp; javanese to white? (????seriously what have you been learning at school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Can I start drinking coffee today? (why? are you not hyper enough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why didn’t you get me a roti boy? I haven’t had one in a long long long long long long long long long long time? Please, one question at a damn time. And you just had roti for breakfast Saturday morning. The ones from roti boy at that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of course there are other times when I just give up and say :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~because I say so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~go ask daddy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~maybe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~I don't know, go look it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;One of the many reason I deserve the bad parent award this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~oreo cereals for breakfast twice in four days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~my daughters nappy hair did not get brushed yesterday (I was too worried about myself being sexy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112110624051660777?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112110624051660777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112110624051660777' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112110624051660777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112110624051660777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112110406501033182</id><published>2005-07-12T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T01:08:17.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 4 At the Gym&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today I just feel like cussing a lot! This is one side of me that no one really knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I thought I would vent out all my angst in the bodycombat class. Right after that for the 1st time I tried a full yoga class. I just thank god that I don't have to put my legs around my neck or have me standing with just 1 hand. It was tough but it makes me forget all my troubles at least for a while. When the class ended, damn this stupid mind of mine have to think about the crap that is bothering me! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been thinking about a lot of different things but I am so damn tired I can’t keep the crap in my noggin’. Later..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112110406501033182?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112110406501033182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112110406501033182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112110406501033182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112110406501033182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-4-at-gym-today-i-just-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112106023255840045</id><published>2005-07-11T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T01:16:50.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cousins....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2817%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2816%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;I was just messing around with my phone and I saw this really funny pics of Nadya and my niece Shushma. Bat Gurl in the making?? ahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112106023255840045?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112106023255840045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112106023255840045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112106023255840045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112106023255840045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/cousins.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112102165837738128</id><published>2005-07-11T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T01:59:21.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See What Rubbish My Bag Holds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I decided to have my bag clean up and see if there's any unwanted stuff that I can just dump. It can get really heavy when I go out with my baby and that just means the loadings of diapers, extra clothes, wet wipes, milk powder, milk bottle plus a bottle of that mineral, ect. So come and peek whats in my bag. Hold on to what ever you can folks. ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/My%20bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/My%20bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lets see whats in the bag, hmm can't believe I still have that wet wipes from Muthu Curry! That I can gladly put away. Ricola....nope never know when my hubby gonna give me a kiss. Need that! D&amp;G sunglasses, wait a minute its not even mine. What is my hubby sunglasses doing in my beg?? That I can put away. I need me purse! No question about it! Need my medication too. Now....how bout my favorite montblack organizer. Guess I can put that away with my phone as the organizer now. *sigh* Need that wet and dry tissue. Axe oil, never know when you gonna get that headache. Hmmm do I really need my eyes to be brown in colour on a daily basis?? Guess not, that contacts can be left at home. What on earth is my Gucci watch case doing in my bag??! BABY!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/My%20bag3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/My%20bag3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/My%20make%20up%20bag2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/My%20make%20up%20bag2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I can't leave this at home!! I need that REDKEN leave in hair conditioner. Hmm I can leave without that Mac, *smack my head* what on earth did I just say?? Hmm guess I'm not ready to part with my make up.*tsk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/My%20make%20up%20bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/13934267-112102165837738128?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112102165837738128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112102165837738128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112102165837738128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112102165837738128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/see-what-rubbish-my-bag-holds-i.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112093738083995193</id><published>2005-07-10T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T23:06:31.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Somebody Get Me Some Durians!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Durians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Durians.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at how gorgeous it is!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http:////www.esplanade.com/SOPApp/espsop/portal_proxy?uri=111hqJ5!W0Rql63me@veNjB9Z-m"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Esplanade.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http:////www.esplanade.com/SOPApp/espsop/portal_proxy?uri=111hqJ5!W0Rql63me@veNjB9Z-m"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Esplanade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aka Durian By the bay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/No%20Durian%20Signboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/No%20Durian%20Signboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/No%20Durian%20Signboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/No%20Durian%20Signboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bla Bla Bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's half past 3, and I can't sleep. I have a sudden craving for durians. I'm actually drooling just thinking about it. To peeps who don't know what durian tastes like it's something like apple and banana custard, with a texture between custard and porridge. Creamy and yummy!! (it's so yummy that there are even poetry about them to top that up they even design a theater by the bay mind you...to resemble a durian) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too bad, you are not permitted to transport them on public transport or into hotels because of the smell. And if some ang mo (white) friends of yours tell you that durians do not have a smell, they have a stench, which is described as : a sewer full of rotting pineapples, a skunk, decaying rotten eggs. Chh!! They so totally lied!! Oh alright.... they might smell of dirty nappies. Cut it open and infuse the entire house (and probably the entire block of flats) with its whiff (which was actually visible, floating on the air), but when you scrape out the slimy, squishy insides and eating it (ahahah if you can't stomach this, press X on top) you will be in heaven. Believe me! But no matter what I say my hubby will never touch it. eheheh. Well it just means more durians for me! *winks* But come on people! Ok I agree if they should bottle the smell and use it to fill bombs-any war will be over in a matter of minutes. Say what you want about my beloved fruit, I'm still gonna stay by my fruit side. ahahah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TRY IT! It's Yummilicius!! I swear!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112093738083995193?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112093738083995193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112093738083995193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112093738083995193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112093738083995193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/somebody-get-me-some-durians-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112092905984789635</id><published>2005-07-10T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T01:10:33.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tom And Katie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/tom_cruise8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/tom_cruise8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I thought he was gay??? And to think that I was once madly in love with this guy. ahahaha. If you saw the Oprah interview, and to peeps who did not subscribe the cable let me enlighten you. Tom Cruise was jumping on the furniture over how ECSTATIC he is to be marrying Katie Holmes, I think he was just a TAD bit too happy. Tom, me thinks you doth profess your love too much! And when he dragged Katie Holmes on stage by her arm she had a strained smile on her face that read: "Someone help me, please!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112092905984789635?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112092905984789635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112092905984789635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112092905984789635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112092905984789635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/tom-and-katie-i-thought-he-was-gay-and.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112092582415053229</id><published>2005-07-10T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T01:04:20.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Home Sweet Home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(2)2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/400/Picture%282%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just finish cleaning, I hope my kids are not going to mess it up! ahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feast your eyes, its not going to be in this state for long!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112092582415053229?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112092582415053229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112092582415053229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112092582415053229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112092582415053229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/home-sweet-home-just-finish-cleaning-i.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112091667550086300</id><published>2005-07-09T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T01:03:41.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Is Art!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(100)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%28100%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Butter On The Kitchen Top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(99)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2899%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Butter On The Kitchen Cabinet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Baby%20Caught%20In%20Action.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Baby%20Caught%20In%20Action.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Not me.....WARGH.............!! :(((&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today my baby Nuzha decided that she would be a butter artist. I was in the study room surfing. When my hubby come in and told me to go to the kitchen. Imagine the fright I got when I see her with butter all over her and not to mention the kitchen. I did wonder though why is the house kinda quiet for a bit. Hmmm....I've got to get cleanin'. Later folks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112091667550086300?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112091667550086300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112091667550086300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112091667550086300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112091667550086300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-is-art-butter-on-kitchen-top.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112088185873456565</id><published>2005-07-09T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T01:57:47.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/302-fukitol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/302-fukitol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We could all use a good healthy dose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112088185873456565?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112088185873456565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112088185873456565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112088185873456565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112088185873456565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-could-all-use-good-healthy-dose.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112099044267019778</id><published>2005-07-08T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T01:02:12.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;Day 3 At The Gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Today I went to a different brunch. I must say that this place is way 'cooler' then the other one. Check out this site - &lt;a href="http://marketing.fitnessfirst.com.sg/NewClub/NewClub.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Fitness First&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;. I got myself an even cuter instructor here. eheheheh. After the stretching, the warm up and the carrying weights (boy was he tough!!). Thought that I still got some energy in me. I went for a bodybalance class, to peeps that has got no idea what so ever what bodybalance is, it's a mixed of pilates, tai chi and yoga. Right after that still think I have some energy left I sign up for bodypump class. I was half dead when the bodypump class end but I tell myself that why not go for the last class of the day which is body combat. Boy Oh Boy let me tell you how I was when the class end. Jelly! Yup! Pure Jelly!! I am not walking to the train station this time. I can't feel my legs! TAXI!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112099044267019778?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112099044267019778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112099044267019778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112099044267019778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112099044267019778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-3-at-gym-today-i-went-to-different.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112071430214953445</id><published>2005-07-08T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:59:18.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Missing In Action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Me%20&amp;%20My%20best%20frens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Me%20%26%20My%20best%20frens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This pic was taken a couple of years back. That's me with my best buddy/cousin. And that's Nadya on my lap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm looking for the girls behind. I miss you guys. Where are you now?? &lt;/strong&gt;Especially Kiran....miss the crazy talk we used to have. And Joey....I miss you lah you Ms Goody. ahahaha. Email me please if you see this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112071430214953445?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112071430214953445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112071430214953445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112071430214953445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112071430214953445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/missing-in-action-this-pic-was-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112073530808547442</id><published>2005-07-07T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:57:31.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This song keeps playing in my mind over and over again the whole day today, heard it while I was in the gym yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Eva Cassidy's version)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't no sunshine when he's gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not warm when he's away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't no sunshine when he's gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he's always gone too long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anytime he goes away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder this time where he's gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonder how long he's gonna stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ain't no sunshine when he's gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this house just ain't no home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anytime he goes away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I know I know I know I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When he's gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always gone too long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anytime he goes away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anytime he goes away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anytime he goes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Original lyrics by &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.billwithersmusic.com/index1.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bill Withers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112073530808547442?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112073530808547442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112073530808547442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112073530808547442'/><link 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style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was planning to post something about how excited I am that the 2012 olympics are going to be held in London, but I'm sure the mood in London has dramatically changed since the announcement yesterday (which I only know now), and so has my post. Coinciding with the start of the G8 summit, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/4659093.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;was hit with what appears to be 4 terrorist blasts. The bombs were timed to go off simultaneously at 3 underground train stations and on a double decker bus during morning rush hour. According to the BBC, more than 33 fatalities have been confirmed. I think it's probably going to be significantly more than 33, since the "more than" refers to how they haven't reported any fatalities from the bus yet, but it was obviously packed full of people. Needless to say, this is a horrible, and very upsetting attack on innocent people who were just going about their daily lives. There are some sick people in the world. My thoughts are with everyone affected.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112075500685285739?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112075500685285739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112075500685285739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112075500685285739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112075500685285739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-terrible-i-was-planning-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112067065323123621</id><published>2005-07-06T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:56:29.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 2 At The Gym&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today for the second time I went to the gym. I was supposed to meet up my best friend/cousin there. But she was held up at work (Pssstt she work in one of the 5 star hotel here in S'pore and was soo over the hill when she HEARD that Posh was in the hotel) mainly for the IOC people. One of the best part working in the hotel. Before I had my baby I was also working in the most famous 6 star hotel here. Believe it or not I shook hand with former President Clinton. Can you believe it??! I didn't wash my hand for weeks! Of course there are other stars as well. But former President Clinton was the best! We had this welcome line for him. And we thought that he only going to shake hands with the big bosses. But we were WRONG. I don't really care what people say bout him. He's very humble. Well except for his personal security who keep flaunting their guns. That was a bit of a turn off. But overall I love you Mr. President! ahahahah. Oppsss I'm supposed to talk bout my day at the gym right?? Well I can't remember what it is already!! hahahah. Till tomorrow when my brain is functioning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112067065323123621?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112067065323123621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112067065323123621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112067065323123621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112067065323123621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-2-at-gym-today-for-second-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112062607771314010</id><published>2005-07-06T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T01:11:26.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Babe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%288%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My baby...........Nuzha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112062607771314010?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112062607771314010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112062607771314010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112062607771314010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112062607771314010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-babe-my-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112061655095063801</id><published>2005-07-05T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:55:25.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(85)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2885%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112061655095063801?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112061655095063801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112061655095063801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112061655095063801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112061655095063801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112061644907713492</id><published>2005-07-05T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T10:20:49.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(84).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2884%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112061644907713492?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112061644907713492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112061644907713492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112061644907713492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112061644907713492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_112061644907713492.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112058672399419547</id><published>2005-07-05T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T02:05:23.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(87).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2887%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112058672399419547?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112058672399419547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112058672399419547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112058672399419547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112058672399419547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_05.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112058253960613529</id><published>2005-07-05T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:53:37.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(89)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2889%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's my birthday today!! I am 27....opps. err I mean 28. Erghh I don't know how I'm going to get use to this. It feels like just yesterday I was only 18!! But....it's not about age. Some people still think that I'm 21. ahahahah. Anyway its what on the inside that matter most. err right?? hahahah. My dear sweet hubby had make me a card which he design with borders and all plus it has got a picture of us in it. He wrote some really nice stuff . It's really nice of him since he's the macho guy who don't really like to express much. But I know he loves me......And nope that's not the only thing he gave me. He is going to get me a chic mobile that I've always wanted!!! Thank you honey. Earlier I had a nice lunch sponsored by my wonderfull hubby. We had rice with curry, huge fish plus stingray and some veggies. It was great. Anyhow I have to wait for Nadya to come home from school so that I can blow the candle on my birthday cake. She told me to wait for her and so I did. She gave me something that's wrapped so beautifully. And when I opened it, it was the UNO card I bought for her! hahahaha. Anyway.....guess she must have felt bad. I gave her a big hug and say my thank you. It's the thought that count! Top is my humble birthday celebration. With my kids and hubby. As you can see it's in the master bedroom. Yup I fall asleep while waiting for Nadya (psst...my body still hurt from too much exercising yesterday! I hope that is not a sign that I'm old.). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112058253960613529?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112058253960613529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112058253960613529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112058253960613529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112058253960613529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-my-birthday-today-i-am-27.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112058169738267352</id><published>2005-07-04T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:51:53.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arrgghhhhhhhh!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My body hurts!! But I felt good bout myself. Didn't think that I can actually go through with it. Today for the 1st time I brave into the gym. Got myself a cute instructor to teach me how to work the machine. I thought I can only last 5 mins on the cycling machine. But I prove myself wrong. I can actually go on for 15 mins. For someone who haven't had any real exercise besides just running after my 2 yrs old, I must say that its not bad. Not bad at all. And then the Instructor went on to teaching me on how to use the weights machine. He ask me which part of my body that I want to tone up more. Thank god he did not use the word FAT. So I told him my tummy, not that I hate my tummy. Well after giving birth to 2 kids. I would like to see some abs. ehehehe. Later on I went to sign up for a BODYPUMP class. It is not bad. Of course I have to pay the price. My whole body ache and just walking to the train station is unbearable. But I am not giving up. My wish list will no longer be a chanel handbag or that chanel sunglasses...Oh who am I kidding. Honey....if you are reading this. It is still my wish list!!! :))) Anyway my added wish list is to tone up, lose body fat, gain muscle mass, gain strength, improve flexibility (this will be good when we're ehemm honey....), and lastly to improve endurance! I hope I'm not asking for too much....ahahaha&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Well wish me luck you guys!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112058169738267352?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112058169738267352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112058169738267352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112058169738267352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112058169738267352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/arrgghhhhhhhh-my-body-hurts-but-i-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112040930859735167</id><published>2005-07-04T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T01:14:32.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get Me The Work Outfit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Annie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Annie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I just got back from Mustapha Centre as my dear hubby had bought me a membership at one of the fitness centre here in Singapore. So I had bought myself a new work out outfit as well as a new running shoes. I haven't run or work out for 7 yrs or so. ehehe. All the run I got is running after my 2 yrs old. And all the work out I have is sweeping the floor and moping them plus doing all the house chores. I do that everyday except Sundays where my housekeeper will come and clean the house entirely. I'm a clean freak! Everything should be at its place or else I'll get a fits. My husband said that I'll get orgasm for cleaning the house. I guess he got irritated by me constantly sweeping the floor. A friend of mine call me CEO of Dettol. hahaha Anyway...I'll go to the gym tomorrow. I don't know how I'm going to do it. Wish me luck folks. By the way the photo you see on top is me 7 yrs ago. I shall bring that photo along as an encouragement for me to get back to size 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112040930859735167?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112040930859735167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112040930859735167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112040930859735167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112040930859735167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/get-me-work-outfit-i-just-got-back.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112040810035970298</id><published>2005-07-03T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:50:56.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Movie Time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally I've got time to watch a movie. It's Assault on Precinct 13. It's a good show, watch it! Anyway talking bout movies. Don't you guys ever wonder when watching a movie, and when the phone rings almost always get answered on the second or third ring? How come when I tried to call somebody I'll get to hear at the very least 10 rings?? Or how come in the movies when somebody knock the doors almost immediately somebody will open it?? When it's me, it'll take like at the very least 2 mins or sometimes no one is there at all! Oh this one is a kicker....have you guys ever notice how the bad guys always die immediately after a kungfu kick on the head or sometimes just a smack on the face! But the good guys, you can run them down with a car. They are still alive! Talk about movie being something that we could relate with. Just bullshit! :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112040810035970298?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112040810035970298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112040810035970298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112040810035970298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112040810035970298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/movie-time-finally-ive-got-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112040557161559022</id><published>2005-07-03T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:50:04.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just Weird&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I bought clorox wipes for the bathroom, as my housekeeper told me that I'm out of it. In the cab on my way back home, just out of pure boredom I read the contents. At the end of it, it says = Caution: Dangerous to humans and domestic animals. I could understand if it said there was a danger in ingesting them or something like that, but the warning seems to indicate there is a general danger in posessing and using them. Why would anyone keep something that dangerous in their house. Just being around them could give you what doctors refer to as "FLK's" Funny Looking Kids. Hmmm..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112040557161559022?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112040557161559022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112040557161559022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112040557161559022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112040557161559022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-weird-today-i-bought-clorox-wipes.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112088128085242594</id><published>2005-07-02T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T01:12:39.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think BIG!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/BigHair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/BigHair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope I don't know who these people are but god what a laugh it gave me. Sorry to the people that this may be!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112088128085242594?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112088128085242594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112088128085242594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112088128085242594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112088128085242594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/think-big-nope-i-dont-know-who-these.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112045257702867457</id><published>2005-07-02T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T23:14:12.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Birds And The Bees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today my daughter Nadya was watching some cartoons. I've no idea what was it called. But there was a pregnant lady in it. And suddenly without warning she came and ask me where do babies come from. And I am sooo totally not ready for it. What am I going to tell her?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While I tell her that mummy have to think about it. I on the other hand was really thinking about where and how babies come from. Duhh ... you must say by having sex of course. But just by talking about it is a taboo. Discussion about sex, attitudes to sex, what's wrong with it and what's wrong with us who're trying to live with/out it (never-ending series, this). I guess the problem with fucking (and therefore, the human race) being so fucked up, is that we're not taught. That, of course, is quite likely. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our family teaches us to shit properly - sit on the pot, wash yourself, wash hands bla bla bla. Why are we not taught to have sex properly? Which made me think - why, really? At what point did our ancestors decide - ok, so eating is fine and must be done neatly, as aesthetically as possible, especially when other people are involved. An even crapping needs to be taught, in the general interests of hygeine and so on. But sex? Oh, leave them to figure it out by themselves! Besides, we can't talk about it, we can't be seen doing it, we can't show them how to do things... how would we teach them anyway? I guess, part of it is that sex can't be 'taught', perhaps, except by demonstration. One learns some stuff by reading, and some by watching - XXX movies that put you of, more than anything else. I'm not denying that for most who watch it gets all excited. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But still. There's a whole lot we never learn about because... we just aren't told. And we don't know how to ask, as adults. Probably because we've been smacked across the face, when we did ask, as adolescents. And yet, I try to imagine being taught... who would teach me? My mother? Well, she did teach me how to talk, walk, go for crap and bathe... but imagine your mom schooling you in sex? Imagine, then, going to school and having a teacher tell you how to do it better. And imagine going to university and doing specialised courses? But most of all... imagine, if our moms and dads had to give us that first visual lesson? Er, my imagination just failed me. How about yours? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway can somebody please tell me what am I going to tell my daughter?? HELP!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112045257702867457?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112045257702867457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112045257702867457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112045257702867457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112045257702867457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/birds-and-bees-today-my-daughter-nadya.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112018470761886474</id><published>2005-07-01T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T01:12:02.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nadya's Field Trip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/My%20Beautiful%20Baby%20Nadya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/My%20Beautiful%20Baby%20Nadya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My daughter Nadya who's 5 yrs old has gone for a field trip to the Pasir Ris beach (of all the place!). And she's all excited. Here's a pic of her. Isn't she just gorgeous......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112018470761886474?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112018470761886474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112018470761886474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112018470761886474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112018470761886474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/07/nadyas-field-trip-my-daughter-nadya.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112071727929160338</id><published>2005-06-25T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T01:01:17.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A day In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sentosa.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(68).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2868%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sky Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(57).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2857%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help! The wind is blowing me away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(54).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2854%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hunk of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(56).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2856%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ignore the flabs on my tummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(60).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2860%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Just lying down here......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(46).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2846%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(27).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2827%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(22).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2822%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(26).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2826%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Oh stop taking my picture already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(34).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2834%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Jelly fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(29).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2829%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(31).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2831%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;See if you can see which one is Nemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(41).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2841%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Help me!! I'm stuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(35).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2835%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Eh what are you looking at ah??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the last week of the school holidays!! I had planned to go holidaying in Kuala Lumpur but thanks to my cousin it was cancelled! I haven't really bring my daughter anywhere interesting except to the shopping malls and Esplanade. So today my hubby and me had planned to go to Sentosa Island. Nadya wanted to go to the &lt;a href="http://www.underwaterworld.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Underwater World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....Oh Ok its more like me who wanted to go! Then we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.underwaterworld.com.sg/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Siloso beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! I love beach. Later in the evening we went up to the &lt;a href="http://www.sentosa.com.sg/explore_sentosa/explore_skytower.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Carlsberg Sky Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's not that exciting or anything like that. But for Nadya it was fun. So top are pictures of our day at the beautiful Sentosa Island. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112071727929160338?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112071727929160338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112071727929160338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112071727929160338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112071727929160338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-in-sentosa-island-sky-tower.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-112101959584458088</id><published>2005-06-24T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T01:00:57.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get That Hair Cut&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%287%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Total 4 hours of me sitting there. I had my hair rebonded! Phew...glad that it's gonna be over soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(6)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%286%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; A view from behind. They can use this shot for the making of Ring 3! ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%284%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My baby 1st hair cut. Aww.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%285%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;OMG please please don't cut my ear off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/1600/Picture(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%286%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hmmm I wonder whats for lunch??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-112101959584458088?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/112101959584458088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=112101959584458088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112101959584458088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/112101959584458088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/06/get-that-hair-cut-total-4-hours-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934267.post-111987420323239285</id><published>2005-06-23T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T15:11:57.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Get To Know Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey all. I'm 27 well 28 this coming July 5th (Yes I'm dragging for the day to come). I'm a mixed blood of what I like to call the Singapore Sling. 1/4 indian, 1/4 chinese and 1/2 javanese. I'm happily married for 6 yrs now and counting. My husband is a handsome man. ehehehe. He really is, he's a mixed of 1/2 chinese and 1/2 indian. I've got 2 beautiful girls. And I am quite recently a stay at home mum. Used to work at one of the 6 stars hotel. Love every minute of it, as I am a people person. YEAH! ahahah. Right now I am very committed to my 2 young ladies. And gee for those who knows me can you imagine that I've nothing to talk about right now?? ahahahah. Well here starts my blogging journey. ENJOY!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13934267-111987420323239285?l=4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/feeds/111987420323239285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13934267&amp;postID=111987420323239285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/111987420323239285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13934267/posts/default/111987420323239285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4-tr4p-pr1nc3ss.blogspot.com/2005/06/get-to-know-me-hey-all.html' title=''/><author><name>4 TR4P PR1NC3SS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15339757747357139311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2026/1245/320/Picture%2849%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
