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Sorry I ditched you for Tumblr. But he ain't any better. So here I am, back at you... But I'll have to switch to him again when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you've gotta learn that I'll ditch you countless times but I'll still come back to you again. Not to worry. I won't make love to Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pay Tumblr a visit... We'll be fair okay? Both of you will take turns to be with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-5540663677283380136?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5540663677283380136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5540663677283380136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-quite-some-time.html' title='It&apos;s been quite some time...'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-941124640543251824</id><published>2009-12-03T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:30:51.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blank</title><content type='html'>Blank mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-941124640543251824?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/941124640543251824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/941124640543251824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/12/blank.html' title='blank'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-2845151261717435822</id><published>2009-10-30T08:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:39:01.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;i came home at 1am last nite after meeting the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;the maggi goreng was not as nice as before cuz it dusnt have tt kick anymore cuz i'm "banned" from eating chili padi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shud have just eaten that freaking awesome spize star burger. daym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came back home and did a video recording which was a super pain-in-the-ass till 5am. bathe and slept only for an hour. now i look like a freaking zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's my competition and im not ready. i still gotta go for fitting this evening and buy new heels and stuff for halloween. i'll be a devilish nurse tomorrow, but i reckon that i'll be a &lt;s&gt;walking&lt;/s&gt; gliding pontianak perhaps. I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i can sleep/hibernate all the way. I am too tired that I dun have the energy to eat! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-2845151261717435822?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2845151261717435822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2845151261717435822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-came-home-at-1am-last-nite-after.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-580726422881663679</id><published>2009-10-26T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:06:34.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because...Oh WTF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Can i just scream?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning: Explicit content.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg i am fucking depressed with my life rite now. Just so stressed up with work and school. Don't get me wrong, work's all fine just that there are a few situations that happened that makes me so effing stressed up and makes me ask myself why the fuck am I working there. I like working there, just that I don't know if i'm working there for myself or just for the sake of my mom who just wants me to have a stable job but not so attractive pay. Okay, maybe it's just me cause you fucking go somewhere else to work to get a fucking better pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO!! My pay's like stagnant! Just the same as how I started at Citibank. I don't know whether to blame myself or my mom. Okay, put the blame on me for listening to my mom for putting that low expected pay. What the fuck! I've never been this depressed before!&lt;br /&gt;Dun get me wrong again, i don't hate my mom. I just hate the pressure that she puts me thru forcing me that it's okay to get a not so attractive pay cause at least your job is stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I am still in FUCKING probation. Secondly, I got applied for a beauty contest thanks to my mom cause it was just for fun. Then I got screwed for being IN, but there's always a good side to it cause I get to make fifteen new beautiful ladies who keeps me sane.&lt;br /&gt;And because I'm fucking IN the competition, I HAD to fucking take a day off for a photoshoot, and it just makes this tiny girl on probation looks so bad and FEEL bad. Thanks mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that i do things just to make my mom happy. I'm sorry, i'm not venting my anger towards my mom altho sometimes it seems like I am. I love my parents, i wanna make them happy, but i believe that it should be a two way thing u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, i understand you and you should understand how i feel too.&lt;br /&gt;And my mom just asked me to do a fucking catwalk in the house. Please bear in mind that this is not the first time she's been asking me to do since the time i got into the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's worse for me today, I found out from my boss that it's difficult to get promoted if you're doing part-time studies. And on the first day of work, I got informed by my new colleagues that the increment is... well, fill in the blanks yourself. So demoralizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know mom's all excited about me being in the competition, but HEY, i've got my schoolwork to do and i get exhausted all the time after rehearsals which ends at 11pm and by the time i get home, i get so shagged and procrastinate on my assignments again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank god, God gave me brains which can just type out 1554 words in just a short period of time from 4am till 6am on sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is a test for me. Maybe HE up there just wanna put me thru this course. OMG, if given a choice on choosing either working full-time only or studying full-time, I just don't know which one to choose!&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm stupid enuf to listen to my mom just to please her and reject that 2.5k nett paying job. Dammit. Damn you, Aisha. You're a fucking idiot. You'd be fucking fucking rich by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I should have listened to my boyfriend. And you know what, my father agrees with that too!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-580726422881663679?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/580726422881663679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/580726422881663679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/10/becauseoh-wtf.html' title='Because...Oh WTF!'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-1702758149085219981</id><published>2009-10-21T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:22:52.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Tot Undergraduates Were Easy To Manage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT I THOUGHT WRONG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I organised all their test papers in alphabetical order and guess what???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next thing i know was that the papers were scattered all over. So much for my hard work. Tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And another 2 more sessions with them later and tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well the "kids" are nice actually. Especially someone soo special to a friend of mine back in NYP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, there was this girl, called A. She was so nice cause she actually helped me take the whole stack of unsorted paper and sort it out for me. Very sweet. Alf, aku approve! Hurhur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I came to work to find a soya bean drink on my desk. I got a shock. Haha. My colleague helped some of us to buy it each day but she hasn't been buying it for quite sometime and I didn't expect it today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These little things make my day. And my day will soon be spoilt cause, I just saw a thick folder of my school notes next to my screen which reminds me that i have to start on a stupid assignment, make a video recording (dont worry, it wont be obscene) and a powerpoint presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-_______-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When i was unemployed, school kept me sane. When I'm already employed, school plus the competition, makes me soo shagged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toodles baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-1702758149085219981?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1702758149085219981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1702758149085219981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-i-tot-undergraduates-were-easy.html' title='Because I Tot Undergraduates Were Easy To Manage...'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-3577851636560964433</id><published>2009-10-20T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:17:51.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am soo shagged. I haven't been blogging here for so long. It's just that the mood to blog has gone away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last nite, we had rehearsals and i tell you... The choreographer was such a pain in the ass. He's like Jay in ANTM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been more than a month since i started working at NTU. The place is too quiet. Not the same as working in a bank where u occasionally hear people screaming for deadlines and whatnots. I think i'll stay here for quite some time... Cause my boyfriend and girlfriends will surely be mad at me if i do jobhop again. Hahaha. Well, i jobhopped ONCE and they claimed it was more. You see, i was very happy at Citibank. And now i'm happier cause one of the managers there was asking about me, and saying that I can call him up if i need a job. This makes me love Citibank even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am at work now and I have a few air-con maintenance guy behind me at my colleague's workspace climbing up the ladder to check on something. There was some kinda sound made. It became annoying so we called them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have an End of Course Assesment to be completed by 29th Oct and my finals for the competition is on the 31st. I hope i do well. Well, even if i don't i'll be partying the night away in a cute nurse outfit complete with wings and devilish horns. -Wriggles eyebrows-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone wanna be my patient?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-3577851636560964433?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3577851636560964433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3577851636560964433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-soo-shagged.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-7568718479251720202</id><published>2009-09-24T08:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:53:43.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll leave when the wind blows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sumpah aku tak boleh tahan lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart can no longer take it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll leave when the wind blows...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-7568718479251720202?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7568718479251720202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7568718479251720202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-leave-when-wind-blows.html' title='I&apos;ll leave when the wind blows'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-6100764674277220836</id><published>2009-08-23T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:50:24.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because my mind's at peace now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahd congratulated me for fasting one whole day and doing all my 5 prayers in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sleeping really helped. And i hope i can continue this good attitude for the whole month or more =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to be doing my marketing assignment which is due Tuesday. Well, i set it to Tues cause i need to compile all the other members work as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it hadn't been for the fasting month, I'd have bitch so much about a group member who almost had me have a paper cut on my face on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as a summary, he's just so enthusiastic about the assignment, which is good, but at the same time he thinks that his other members can't do a good job like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he almost argued with me on Friday because of a freaking class activity. The group kinda had a disagreement about him doing the layout of the flow chart. And for every point that i stated, he kinda rejected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyy, sape lagi fresh in marketing ni? Sape fresh graduate ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it was time to present, i tot i'd be given a chance to go out there to present (cause i love presentations) but little did i expect him to grab the paper, which almost cut me right on the face and eye, and ran to the front to present. Eyy, if it's just plain simple explanation, you don't have to present cause the lecturer would already know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness! He's driving me mad. And he keeps on asking for our parts in the assignment and let me quote what he said, "Well, if you guys are not done yet, i'll just submit my part."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fyi (omg i feel like cursing him), kalau kau pikir kau pandai sangat and u think u can get full marks on ur part, which is just 25 marks, well go and submit. Cause we can be free riders and we all will share the same pathetic mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bear in mind that this is university standard, there's no peer evaluation. And what??? When was it that you graduated from poly?? Just because you're wayy older than me by almost 20 years doesn't mean that you know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i went out of the class halfway to call Fahd and complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My patience is almost at the brim now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, better start reading my textbook. OMG. Since when do i start reading textbooks?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights people. And happy fasting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-6100764674277220836?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6100764674277220836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6100764674277220836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/08/because-my-minds-at-peace-now.html' title='Because my mind&apos;s at peace now'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-7967113712114888313</id><published>2009-07-25T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:47:31.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalan-Jalan Cari Makan Untuk Mencekik!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay!!!! I have this crazy idea to go jalan-jalan cari makan after Fahd's brother's wedding!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why after????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i wanna go to big splash too!!! So let the sun tanning and all be after the wedding. Hahaha. And i'm thinking of coloring my hair so not a good idea to bleach it in chlorine water now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've found a few place to eat HALAL food!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i found this website, http://hungrygowhere.com ok la it's not bad. Can filter here and there. So i filtered Pasir Ris &amp; Tampines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what i initially searched for was that Bakery in Middle Road which sells that sinfully nice Bean Curd Tart!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of dying out of breath lookin at Victoria's Secrets collection and resisting the temptation to use that powerful plastic card(s) of mine, might as well i die of a heart attack looking at food rite???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the list of places i found in the east side (Pasir Ris/Tampines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayam Penyet Ria( There's ayam penyet b!!! U want to eat rite?!?!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;They said it's in tampines mall on the 4th floor. Dunno le. Havent been to TM for quite long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafe Connect by O'Briens as well as another cafe called Megapicks&lt;br /&gt;U sure or not tht O'briens food are halal??&lt;br /&gt;This one's at Courts Megastore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they said that there's Fig&amp;Olive in Tampines Junction, Tampines Ave 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, i am soooo gonna hunt for food here and there. Woohooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appetite's been like helluva pig's one. And i remembered that me and Fahd actually went to Simpang Bedok for dinner and came back again for supper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Fahd's not been "fit" in a way, altho he's still quite sapau on the top cause he claims tat i whet up his appetite whenever he sees me eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Fahd's not as fit as before, and aku makan macam babi pon tak gemuk-gemuk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodniteeeeeeee -inserts the way Fahd says that all the time; high pitch-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-7967113712114888313?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7967113712114888313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7967113712114888313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/07/jalan-jalan-cari-makan-untuk-mencekik.html' title='Jalan-Jalan Cari Makan Untuk Mencekik!'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-7478279864121788593</id><published>2009-07-21T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:59:08.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasak kau la. People are trying to help you and all u do is give sarcastic remarks on them. They are trying their best to go thru every channel to try to help on your appeal and there you are questioning them on why they don't know this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasak kau la. If the appeal turns out to be unsuccessful, well you and I have to attend court. And altho ur capable of paying that amount of fine plus who knows the bail might be $15k just for a freaking cigarette bud, well then serve u right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur being so ignorant and arrogant. Aku sumpah da malas. Aku malas nak attend court if i have to. Well let's just hope the appeal department wants to help u. But judging from the situation at how you're handling their calls now, well chances are very thin, Mr. J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm washing my hands. Pay if u have to. I dun wanna do time for six freaking months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-7478279864121788593?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7478279864121788593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7478279864121788593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/07/gasak-kau-la.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-162359582877833130</id><published>2009-07-17T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T02:02:12.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyho. I just got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1.46am, my brother's not in SG, kinda miss it tho altho i can still chat with him online and i am doing so as i blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well started the day sending my brother off to woodlands checkpoint, then to make my blue kebaya dress!!! spent like an hour, telling the tailor how i want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;Macam aku yang nak kawin gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made 2 dresses already. I already have white, so just making the lace top. Fahd's mommay gave the lace to moi. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;So Me and Alia gonna wear the same color... and Fahd as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh i'm so excited for the wedding!!! Ok, i know it's not my wedding but stilllllll excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then fetched the "king" Fahd and we headed to Pasir Ris Farmway to get some good loving food for my fat cat! I told Fahd that there's this BIG (like extremely hugeeeeeee) dog in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we entered, the dog was sleeping at the counter top hokay!!&lt;br /&gt;Fahd got a shock, and he was scared too!!!&lt;br /&gt;He was also amazed looking at the exotic cat there. Hahaha. When i was shopping for Manja's food, he was in front of the dog, tryna get a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapped snapped and off we go! I told him that we had to do this as fast as possible cause i'm wearing a skirt and i dun want the dog to come walking around and pushing me like how it did before... like 2 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to SIM to collect our books. Met Jack there and we headed to Popeye's in Sg Flyer.&lt;br /&gt;The biscuits and mashed potatoes were out of stock cause of flight delay!! We went there specially for that seyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we parted ways. Us and Jack. Then we headed to Orchard Central cause the boyfriend wants to take a look at it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat did i say again B??? Never make unnecessary trips! Ion Orchard isn't open yet and the shops in Orchard Central aren't all open yet. Haha. but it's 'kay. I love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Zack and Miri Make A Porno and then headed to Simpang to eat again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed back homeeee. To the king's castle! On the way back, we sang to Toni Braxton's Unbreak My Heart. Then Fahd went like, "How can u UNBREAK a heart? Must have superglueee."&lt;br /&gt;SO i told him, it's just like if u could turn back time and all..&lt;br /&gt;So we had this stupid conversation... And then he kept quiet thinking of something to say again, and when he wanted to...&lt;br /&gt;I told him, "just shut up and sing this song"&lt;br /&gt;Lol!!&lt;br /&gt;The princess headed back homeeee after sending the king...&lt;br /&gt;King Fahd, I had to DRAG that big plastic bag with 3 boxes of my books and the cat's food as well hokaaay. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested to Fahd that we visit the Farmway again. This time I'm gonna bring him to Ericsson pet place. Where all the cute cats are!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg i can't wait for Saturday, which is like just tomorrow. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my cat is asking for the new food. Macam tau jeee.&lt;br /&gt;I love u kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up soon. Or most prolly at my FB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-162359582877833130?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/162359582877833130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/162359582877833130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/07/heyho.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-320916454400099335</id><published>2009-07-13T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:53:18.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because i puked in the videoez plastic bag!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I, together with Fahd went to the same wedding yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;The bride had the same name as me, except that she had an extra H at the back of her name.&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't my best friend Aishah who got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my dad's colleague's daughter, and both the bride and groom are Fahd's frens from SRJC.&lt;br /&gt;They've been together for ten years.&lt;br /&gt;TEN YEARS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Arab St to get some textile for myself for Fahd's Bro's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;I gave Fahd a headache asking him which one is prettier. He and my dad doesn't wanna get involved in it.&lt;br /&gt;Cause there were tension between me and my mom for choosing the lining. I want all blue, cause me and Ally (Fahd's sister) and Fahd are gonna wear blue on the first day of the wedding. I loved the turquoise lining but i'm suppose to get blue, mommay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeaaaah, the guys didn't wanna get involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to my place, where Fahd gobbled down a quarter of my bro's Phis Food?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... My bro was saying, that Fahd would come each time he bought the ice cream, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;What a coincidence. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Vivo. Yeah, i drove the whole day until Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Ice Age 3 in 3D!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway thru the movie, i started shedding tears...&lt;br /&gt;Nope nope, not tears of joy cause the mammoth brought a baby to live...&lt;br /&gt;But because i was in PAIN!&lt;br /&gt;Like labour pain. I should be the one screaming PEACHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i just got some muscle cramps on my stomach... Then it went all the way to my appendix. Until now, as u read it.&lt;br /&gt;Then after the movie, Fahd bought some gastric pills for me down at 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;The pills were not nice at all. And i had to suck on it till it dissolved. It taste like some chalk powder. Ewwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the car to fetch my bro and Nadia near Seah Im...&lt;br /&gt;Called Tessy the nurse to ask her where the hell is the appendix, cause we weren't sure which side. And she was scolding me, telling me to go to A&amp;amp;E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahd wanted to bring me there too but i was too stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;Then called Yatay and as i was speaking to her... my tastebuds suddenly felt sooo salty.&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed on that VideoEz plastic bag, just in case i wanted to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i smelled that brownie that Fahd threw in the bin...&lt;br /&gt;It was too sweet smelling, that it made me puke 3 times!!!&lt;br /&gt;And i puked so strongly, it went thru the handle of the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i soiled myself in my expensive dress. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fetched my bro and Nad and Nad brought me to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;I changed to the freaking police jacket, with nothing else ok.&lt;br /&gt;Washed my dress and my bro &amp;amp; Nad's favourite pillow, and came out of the toilet holding the jacket to cover my bottoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into the car. They were contemplating who sits at the back with me. First Fahd told Nad to sit behind, then the lawyer told him to sit behind to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed to another police jacket in the car... Lied down on Fahd's lap as we sent Nad home.&lt;br /&gt;I still had the cheek to demand him on how to play with my hair. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Fahd back and i slept in the car while my brother drove home.&lt;br /&gt;Used my bag to cover my face while i sleep. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm so sorry adik cause i made the car smell of puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home walking soo slowly cause my appendix felt like it can burst anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go away, pain.&lt;br /&gt;I dun like to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must i faint? Okay, fainting is ok.&lt;br /&gt;But puking?? Something i never ever liked.&lt;br /&gt;It's like puking ur intestines out. Eeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NUS, please call meeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Or KK or CGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to work. Can't sit at home anymore. Soo boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And school's starting soon. Gonna collect my study materials with Fahd this thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared of failing since it's up to a new level now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-320916454400099335?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/320916454400099335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/320916454400099335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-i-puked-in-videoez-plastic-bag.html' title='because i puked in the videoez plastic bag!!!'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-1875196724560047603</id><published>2009-07-11T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:06:52.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realise it and appreciate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-1875196724560047603?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1875196724560047603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1875196724560047603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/07/realise-it-and-appreciate.html' title='realise it and appreciate'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-2457995719646010785</id><published>2009-07-10T02:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:49:02.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-2457995719646010785?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2457995719646010785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2457995719646010785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/07/everytime-we-say-goodbye-i-wish-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-3647327819660938151</id><published>2009-07-08T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T03:02:58.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a talk and started laughing about how we're dealing with yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant but still waiting for text msgs or calls.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both of us even resulted to checking on FB to see if that status was still there.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly, i know.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes u just feel like strangling each other, don't we baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;U feel like strangling each other, then u want to hug each other badly. And it starts all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... the feeling is mutual. Both loving and killing each other.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to his place and spending time with the mom really made me feel good. Kept on looking at nice dresses for his brother's wedding and i'm excited myself, altho mine's only gonna be in like 3-4 yrs time? But it sort of gives u an idea how u want it to be like.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i just love his mom.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi kicap sama u&lt;/span&gt;. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-3647327819660938151?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3647327819660938151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3647327819660938151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/07/had-talk-and-started-laughing-about-how.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-6358657510188615969</id><published>2009-07-07T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:18:27.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cat loves the new comforter.&lt;br /&gt;And i love her truckloads.&lt;br /&gt;She's my fatty fatty bom bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-6358657510188615969?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6358657510188615969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6358657510188615969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-cat-loves-new-comforter.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-3733764524590212531</id><published>2009-07-06T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:43:10.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pege mampos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That black and gold dress i was talking about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who gives a damn. Things do happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;God made me open up my eyes to see ur true colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i came clean with u since the start.&lt;br /&gt;I have no regrets. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-3733764524590212531?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3733764524590212531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3733764524590212531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/07/pege-mampos.html' title='pege mampos'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-7864539481054271931</id><published>2009-07-03T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:18:25.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl who can't stop thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a far away land, there is a girl who couldn't stop thinking about the little things that can change every minute details in every situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes to talk and think of all the nitty gritty stuff, not because she wants to be a perfectionist, but because she just want the world to be a better place where nobody gets hurt from listening to something their heart couldn't take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she always, always gets misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, she's running as far as she can to some place, somewhere where she could just ramble about almost everything without getting misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pity that nobody wants to listen to what's on her mind.&lt;br /&gt;Cause they think that she just talks too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, with friends who (almost) talk cock most all the time, who needs this girl, whose mind is like a growing kid learning and thinking???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-7864539481054271931?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7864539481054271931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7864539481054271931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/07/girl-who-cant-stop-thinking.html' title='The girl who can&apos;t stop thinking'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-2658765426186445060</id><published>2009-07-02T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:56:06.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause i wish to take back what i finally felt convinced with.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whut now?&lt;br /&gt;feeling unlucky for something u couldn't even get?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-2658765426186445060?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2658765426186445060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2658765426186445060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/07/cause-i-wish-to-take-back-what-i.html' title='Cause i wish to take back what i finally felt convinced with.'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-7663013999335081451</id><published>2009-07-01T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:11:52.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs113.snc1/4827_122658646561_644046561_2902176_90089_n.jpg" id="myphoto" width="433" height="403" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some things we don't talk about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rather do without and just hold the smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in and out of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashamed and proud of, together all the while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never say never&lt;br /&gt;While we don't know when&lt;br /&gt;But time and time again&lt;br /&gt;Younger now than we were before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-7663013999335081451?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7663013999335081451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7663013999335081451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-things-we-dont-talk-about-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-3475361225363612380</id><published>2009-06-29T17:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:23:37.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just deleted all the things i typed out cause i felt that it's too confidential to tell here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on finding myself staring blankly, just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending food to Fahd later at the fire station. And meeting him first thing tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a crucial day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i get that CAAS job. And hopefully, my parents will get a car for me.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of a Honda Civic but it's too exx. And i'm still contemplating whether to get auto or manual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been driving manual for the past one year, and when it comes to traffic hold ups, boy how i wished my car was auto. Especially that time in Malaysia... and also during New Year!&lt;br /&gt;My tighs were practically cramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i should just get the old or new Lancer. Save a bit of my dad's money. But i've got sponsors for petrol and parking! Woohoo. I don't have to pay for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i have to do now is to just pray hard i get the job. Please please pleaseeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know why my parents want me to be in a stat (or semi-stat) board. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-3475361225363612380?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3475361225363612380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3475361225363612380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-deleted-all-things-i-typed-out.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-7819080934812254265</id><published>2009-06-27T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T03:05:45.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just reach home from my granmomma's place.&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep while waiting for my brudder to fetch me and now i'm wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 HOUR LONG&lt;/span&gt; interview at CAAS.&lt;br /&gt;The interviewers, basically 3 gentlemen, the head of HR (i think, bt HEAD of something), the manager and the recruitment officer interviewed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what???&lt;br /&gt;It involved laughing our asses off. Well not really but in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was a personality test, the short essay writing and the interview itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Transformers tomorrow with my baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;I kept on hogging on his new phone playing Sims 3!&lt;br /&gt;But Ally (Fahd's sister) got the pc game itself!! Fahd bought it for her. -pouts-&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should hog her laptop soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Okay, i gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Stomach is sooo cramp now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-7819080934812254265?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7819080934812254265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7819080934812254265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/06/because-i-love-you.html' title='Because I Love You'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-266624981550423274</id><published>2009-06-26T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:06:57.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That hug last nite was the tightest we had so far.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet it was in fear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wipe away those tears, baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wish me luck for my interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-266624981550423274?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/266624981550423274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/266624981550423274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/06/that-hug-last-nite-was-tightest-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-1972379791611337597</id><published>2009-06-24T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T22:51:32.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause when the sun shine, we shine together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey ho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems today, that all you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is violence in movies and sex on teevee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But where are those good ol' fashioned values&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On which we used to rely???!!!! -spread hands and shake!!-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky there's a family guy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucky there's a man who, positively can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the things that makes us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laugh and cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's. A. Family. Guyyyyyyy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okaaay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just felt like singing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been watchin too much of Family Guy. Hence the song is on replay mode in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, I'm staying here with my grandmomma, uncle and aunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got cool company here with my cuzzins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i've never been sooo pampered like this before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can have whatever i want (to eat), my granmomma will cook it for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh man, i'm hungry now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My granmomma's house is facing all the army camps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like PLC, Safti MI and jurong camp. And it's friggin' cold over here cause there's lotsa trees at the army camps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i miss Fahd...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last time i saw him was on Friday???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my initial plan was to meet him only this Saturday but due to the circumstances, we're meeting tmr!(cause we miss each other so much =P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just got my pay today. Gotta settle all those credit cards bills!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And oh, i watched Animal Planet the whole of this morning till afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i watched Nigella Lawson cook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My goodness, she's the goddess!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love love love her cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, everything i typed out here is redundant, believe me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, i'm goin' to SIM soon. Kinda nervous tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause i'm takin' Financial and Managerial Accounting again and it's a killer paper to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got exempted for Management and Statistics!! Cool or whut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel like asking my dad to make a supp card for me from Citibank, cause DBS doesn't accept installment payments for my tertiary education. Daym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But dad's against it and says tht it's not a problem if he has to pay one shot. Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want another platinum card, daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alrite, i think i'm crapping too much. Got nothin to do now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuzzie's out with his gf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciao bella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-1972379791611337597?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1972379791611337597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1972379791611337597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/06/cause-when-sun-shine-we-shine-together.html' title='Cause when the sun shine, we shine together.'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-4833329807864339663</id><published>2009-06-22T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:45:16.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ten Minutes Ordeal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It felt like an hour of pain.&lt;br /&gt;Everything started to be blur and painful to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Like someone sprayed pepper spray on me.&lt;br /&gt;Like someone is pulling back ur eyeballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on the toilet bowl and suddenly started perspiring. Wet myself with water but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;Stood up and took the towel, wrapped myself again and sat down on the toilet bowl cause i was scared that i'd fell and hit my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like puking thrice.&lt;br /&gt;But the funny thing was, i suddenly felt like feeding the toilet bowl at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;My body is working in a funny way.&lt;br /&gt;I actually did unload a bit, and felt like puking all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to rinse my mouth continuously while i couldn't see a thing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned myself up, and sat down again.&lt;br /&gt;I actually managed to flush, okay.&lt;br /&gt;And then the gravitational pull was so strong, i actually found myself lying down on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to stand up again and sat on the toilet bowl, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;Head leaned next to the wall, and fainted again.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to say my prayers... Tried to wriggle not only my toes but forced myself to shake my legs. Squeezed my hands, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally gave up and decided to just stand up, took my handphone and walked towards my bed, visually handicapped and risking falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally fell on my bed, shivering, with difficulty breathing and called Fahd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot of driving to meet him, but yeah... I should stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;U know, it's like being hospitalised without anyone visiting u.&lt;br /&gt;What such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the thirty minute &lt;s&gt;argument&lt;/s&gt; conversation, i manage to walk to the kitchen, took some chocolates to eat, and even do the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should take in more iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-4833329807864339663?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/4833329807864339663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/4833329807864339663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-ten-minutes-ordeal.html' title='My Ten Minutes Ordeal'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-5194359040761348610</id><published>2009-06-04T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:04:08.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayat-Ayat Cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Desir pasir di padang tandus&lt;br /&gt;Segersang pemikiran hati&lt;br /&gt;Terkisah ku di antara cinta yang rumit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bila keyakinanku datang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kasih bukan sekadar cinta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pengorbanan cinta yang agung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ku pertaruhkan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maafkan bila ku tak sempurna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cinta ini tak mungkin ku cegah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayat-ayat cinta bercerita&lt;br /&gt;Cintaku padamu&lt;br /&gt;Bila bahagia mulai menyentuh&lt;br /&gt;Seakan ku bisa hidup lebih lama&lt;br /&gt;Namun harus ku tinggalkan cinta&lt;br /&gt;Ketika ku bersujud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila keyakinanku datang&lt;br /&gt;Kasih bukan sekedar cinta&lt;br /&gt;Pengorbanan cinta yang agung&lt;br /&gt;Ku pertaruhkan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-5194359040761348610?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5194359040761348610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5194359040761348610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/06/ayat-ayat-cinta.html' title='Ayat-Ayat Cinta'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-6864080067406446271</id><published>2009-06-03T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:29:57.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My best friend is getting engaged next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kinda feel bad cause the first thing i said upon hearing it was, "What The Hell?!?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Altho she didn't mind and we laughed about it, i kinda feel sad and happy for her cause another one of my friends down, and eventually i won't have any more single khakis to spend time with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not a loser just because she's finally gonna tie the knot, and my time is not up yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't get me wrong, i'm just not ready yet. The reason for this post is not because i wanna get married asap, but because i somehow cannot accept the fact that my bestest best friend is really going to be taken away by someone else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Urgh, i feel shitty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-6864080067406446271?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6864080067406446271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6864080067406446271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-best-friend-is-getting-engaged-next.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-8174203905974446671</id><published>2009-06-01T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:21:03.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because If I Know, I Wouldn't Have Come Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun expect to get yelled at when i come home just because of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, u might just find me looking glamorous in one of the Malay magazines soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-8174203905974446671?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/8174203905974446671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/8174203905974446671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/06/because-if-i-know-i-wouldnt-have-come.html' title='Because If I Know, I Wouldn&apos;t Have Come Home'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-1835042948234683988</id><published>2009-05-22T15:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:34:56.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bloody fucking know where i stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-1835042948234683988?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1835042948234683988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1835042948234683988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-bloody-fucking-know-where-i-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-3721814429040007546</id><published>2009-05-22T01:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T01:54:07.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Hearing Doesn't Mean Listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because change is the only constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These tears are not gonna flow down my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But it's not worth the pain&lt;br /&gt;That I've gained from you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Unappreciated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-3721814429040007546?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3721814429040007546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3721814429040007546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-hearing-doesnt-mean-listening.html' title='Because Hearing Doesn&apos;t Mean Listening'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-46621509999006984</id><published>2009-05-10T04:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T04:20:14.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Of Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, i can't sleep. My lenses are still on, it's dry and i'm sleepy but i just can't seem to get very very sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Aishah and her boify at Al-Ameen just now. Her bf is very very quiet. I wonder why guys are so quiet nowadays. Whut? Let the girls do all the talkin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been okay so far altho i'm still broke like mad and so deprived of shopping. I'm living a simple life just like Paris Hilton and i'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has stopped dad from saving up to get a car for me. I didn't ask for one. I'm just gonna claim for it. But i &lt;u&gt;NEVER&lt;/u&gt; ask for one okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accident has made my dad complain to me over and over again that his 10k just got drained just like that and it disrupted his plans of going for pilgrimage and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please please blame my brother for that cause if he didn't take up that valet job just to drive those luxurious cars, he wudnt get so tired and hit a civic! And if that didn't happen, my dad will be away for his pilgrimage (ya,he's still going tho) for a longer time. Which means, i get more late nites or dun come home at all more often cause momsie dusnt mind at all. Fahd could also consider spending the nite at my place after merayap sana sini cause momsie dusnt mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think of it sumtimes, my mum's quite funny. She lets me gulp down something that would make me a sinner but got terrified when she found out cigarette buds in the toilet bowl. Hmmm, and she once adviced me on whut to wear to a club and it gave everyone a shock. Oh well, i'm done with those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm thinking of piercing my tongue. But....&lt;br /&gt;My boss has been asking me when i can start the in-house training. And training means speaking to clients, which means i can never talk to clients with a swollen tongue! Sooo, i should tell my cuzzin sheila to either expedite it or postpone it. If expediting means that Fahd can sponsor it for me cause he's the one who wants me to pierce my tongue, the all the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first mobile road show went well. Within the first minute, i got to speak with 3 people and got 1 lead! Cause the other two already has something to do with the organisation i am representing. All in all, i got 3 leads within one hour? Not bad ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my work, i dun really intend to be doing this actually. BUT then again, it's something that will be beneficial if i intend to get it to cover my ass when the right time comes and i'd know how it works inside out. I'm giving myself 3 months. If i fail to hit the target, well i'll still get my basic pay but i intend to change my line of duty if i fail to hit the desired target after 3 months. So lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been like a roller coaster recently. To scream and yell like mad in the car recently cause it feels like a slap on my face, to feel so much in love and then getting into a fight again seems like a vicious cycle. Honestly, i really don't know who i should really give a tight slap to. But i guess yelling sooo loud was good enuff to make me feel better. And i didn't cry and i'm proud of myself. Oh well, it's all over now but i'm telling u again, ONE LAST CHANCE. And i swear i'm going straight to the person who bear u as a baby and explain everything. So u better becareful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay goodnite people. I'll try to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-46621509999006984?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/46621509999006984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/46621509999006984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-of-insomnia.html' title='Because Of Insomnia'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-7804518552128751718</id><published>2009-05-08T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T20:27:46.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Only Sorry You Got Caught</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Your takin` my love for granted, babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; and I don't know how much more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; I can take from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-7804518552128751718?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7804518552128751718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7804518552128751718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-only-sorry-you-got-caught.html' title='You&apos;re Only Sorry You Got Caught'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-73793870343065072</id><published>2009-05-08T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:59:25.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE LAST CHANCE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just numb. And i'm proud of myself for not crying at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a reminder tho, one last chance.&lt;br /&gt;The question is always about trust.&lt;br /&gt;... i don't have much to say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More at LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And save all ur efforts people, cause it's gonna be a private entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-73793870343065072?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/73793870343065072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/73793870343065072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-last-chance.html' title='ONE LAST CHANCE.'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-2785198797110048757</id><published>2009-05-02T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:05:22.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Effect of Compound Interest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timecheck: 3.59pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm starving to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's looking after me is my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of saving up for at least 35bucks for the next 38years so that i could have 100,000bucks for retirement. And i need to have some collective investments. Time to look for Alif! I wanna learn more about this and i will fork out every single penny from my own pocket for that dream wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i was J.Aniston, i'd have thrown away J.Mayer's phone cause he's so obsessed to Twitter. Well too bad in my case, i can't throw the god damn television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-2785198797110048757?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2785198797110048757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2785198797110048757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/05/effect-of-compound-interest.html' title='The Effect of Compound Interest'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-300813659275117996</id><published>2009-04-28T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:00:31.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel like i don't want to owe anything to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to be the victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the nagging for something i didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-300813659275117996?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/300813659275117996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/300813659275117996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-i-feel-like-i-dont-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-6608509882945018001</id><published>2009-04-28T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:35:22.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I've Lost My Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-6608509882945018001?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6608509882945018001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6608509882945018001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-ive-lost-my-faith.html' title='Because I&apos;ve Lost My Faith'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-6920763595215425437</id><published>2009-04-25T04:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T05:09:37.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because It's Just Not Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/SfIqfXNgyQI/AAAAAAAACAE/taB8Z6hbOSE/s1600-h/IMG_7157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/SfIqfXNgyQI/AAAAAAAACAE/taB8Z6hbOSE/s400/IMG_7157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328368027427719426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling rather...soft-hearted and understanding and i included "with all due respect" in my explanations to Fahd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has my mean traits gone too?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Who are you and what have you done to Nurul Aisha?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very calm and hasn't been picking a fight with my boyfriend lately. I have been sooo calm and have been having that feeling of having a heart to heart talk and negotiating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea it's kinda good. I mean, usually, i'll start of with the heart to heart and trying to understand each other better with my partners n then ending up fighting and giving no way for negotiations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time it's the opposite. Hahaha. Which is very good for a start (let's hope this feeling can last long) BUT!!!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I FEEL SO DIFFERENT!!! I HAVEN'T BEEN SARCASTIC AND MEAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the Blair Waldorf attitude is slowly fading temporarily???&lt;br /&gt;It feels so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i shall try to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Nurulain Sari, you beloved boyfriend Zul forced me to look at the pictures of a beheaded man while we were on the way home okay!! Aku terpekik-pekik pon dia paksa. Please deal with him soon. Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-6920763595215425437?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6920763595215425437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6920763595215425437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-its-just-not-me.html' title='Because It&apos;s Just Not Me'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/SfIqfXNgyQI/AAAAAAAACAE/taB8Z6hbOSE/s72-c/IMG_7157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-439048934796742580</id><published>2009-04-22T01:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:48:54.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with chuck bass.&lt;br /&gt;apologizing to jenny was the sweetest thing on earth that he did.&lt;br /&gt;and blair is turning into an angel. so sweet. but i prefer the old blair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-439048934796742580?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/439048934796742580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/439048934796742580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-in-love-with-chuck-bass.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-2674993031316469765</id><published>2009-04-22T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:35:48.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'll Be In Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A want is a need to me.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, i need to shop badly especially after seeing that awfully gorgeous Coach wristlet (and i keep telling myself to save up every dollar to get an LV instead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rite now i'm incapable of shopping cause my money is about to go to zilch. Drained. Broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good thing is, i'm going into office tomorrow to settle all the admin stuff. Hope everything goes well and with the kachings coming in, awwww i tell u it's like going to heaven. I see nice clothes and shoes and everything nice and pretty freely suspended in the air for u to just grab it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness i passed my M9 exam today. 2 gone one more to clear. Health Insurance, the killer paper. I have to ask Alif to guide me on this. And Alif, thank you for last nite.&lt;br /&gt;I bet he was wondering why the hell was i massaging Fahd's foot while he was guiding me. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if everything goes well and all, i'd love to move up to Alif's company. That guy has been wanting to recruit me for so long. Bagus jugak eh, bila takda keje je, ada orang nak ambik. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok gotta go. MY goodness, it's been a long long time since i've slipped on some formal clothes. I missed it badly. Just can't wait for my pay to come in. Then it's SHOPPING LIKE MAD time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-2674993031316469765?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2674993031316469765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2674993031316469765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-ill-be-in-office.html' title='Because I&apos;ll Be In Office'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-7021107484181317325</id><published>2009-04-19T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:32:50.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for my happy ending.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/SesHnRg22cI/AAAAAAAAB_4/iN7uCPnf6bw/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/SesHnRg22cI/AAAAAAAAB_4/iN7uCPnf6bw/s400/IMG_0106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326359355593251266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always dreamed of having a wedding at a hotel and i badly want one, if i can afford it.&lt;br /&gt;And i want to enjoy the night dancing with my groom and NOBODY shall take him away from me simply because it's gonna be my wedding. Call me selfish, so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why it wasn't a happy ending last nite.&lt;br /&gt;I did u a favour.&lt;br /&gt;And i was merely asking a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/SesHZbst7RI/AAAAAAAAB_w/8P_Bo68mghI/s1600-h/IMG_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/SesHZbst7RI/AAAAAAAAB_w/8P_Bo68mghI/s400/IMG_0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326359117809184018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was good while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;And i accidentally hit my arm and wrist while throwing that frame in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-7021107484181317325?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7021107484181317325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7021107484181317325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-much-for-my-happy-ending.html' title='So much for my happy ending.'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/SesHnRg22cI/AAAAAAAAB_4/iN7uCPnf6bw/s72-c/IMG_0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-5937284691427279268</id><published>2009-04-19T03:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T03:30:47.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because How Can I Give Anymore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the last chance to feel again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you broke me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I can't feel anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I love you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's so untrue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't even convince myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I'm speaking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the voice of someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh it tears me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I try to hold on, but it hurts too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I try to forgive, but it's not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;enough to make it all okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't play on broken strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't feel anything that your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;heart don't want to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't tell you something that ain't real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh the truth hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And lies worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;How can I give anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I love you a little less than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-5937284691427279268?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5937284691427279268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5937284691427279268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-how-can-i-give-anymore.html' title='Because How Can I Give Anymore?'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-5862366667694624135</id><published>2009-04-19T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:57:55.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck u, u and u. all of u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be in the picture at all. so don't u stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-5862366667694624135?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5862366667694624135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5862366667694624135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck-u-u-and-u.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-5519410217237912896</id><published>2009-04-18T01:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T02:05:33.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because It's Our 4 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/Sei-WJCkPiI/AAAAAAAAB_o/uhsjKZFdYVU/s1600-h/IMG_6905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/Sei-WJCkPiI/AAAAAAAAB_o/uhsjKZFdYVU/s400/IMG_6905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325715846958693922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/Sei9WFokrGI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/7Jxm9C_Up_8/s1600-h/IMG_6907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/Sei9WFokrGI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/7Jxm9C_Up_8/s400/IMG_6907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325714746532736098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the prince charming who just cut his hair came along to fetch this princess cinonet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/Sei7yoPSMnI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/1KQtTJ0eo5I/s1600-h/IMG_6909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/Sei7yoPSMnI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/1KQtTJ0eo5I/s400/IMG_6909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325713037834990194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to mencekik cause it was our anniversary and Mr. Fahd wanted to give me a treat as a celebration for the good new his family has received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/Sei7hanxMlI/AAAAAAAAB_I/eoAx6tgzo4E/s1600-h/IMG_6911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/Sei7hanxMlI/AAAAAAAAB_I/eoAx6tgzo4E/s400/IMG_6911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325712742121812562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then member makan salad plus the chips in the above picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/Sei7FEQqfYI/AAAAAAAAB_A/yNYCjpacJ4E/s1600-h/IMG_6912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/Sei7FEQqfYI/AAAAAAAAB_A/yNYCjpacJ4E/s400/IMG_6912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325712255082986882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we shared this super sedap nak mampos sehingga menusuk kalbu shoot ke langit dilambung tinggi-tinggi sampai tak terkata orgasmic Cheese Burger at Earle's Swensens. And we felt like puking. Well, Fahd managed to puke when we reached my house. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da tu je. Ape lagi, go bloghop someone else's blog. Ciao bebeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i'll update something upon my brother's verification this Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-5519410217237912896?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5519410217237912896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5519410217237912896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-its-our-4-months.html' title='Because It&apos;s Our 4 Months!'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/Sei-WJCkPiI/AAAAAAAAB_o/uhsjKZFdYVU/s72-c/IMG_6905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-7499918159719940384</id><published>2009-04-14T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:22:25.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Touched And I Was Burnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comparisons are easily done&lt;br /&gt;Once you've had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;taste of perfection&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;True enuff.&lt;br /&gt;Its just heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s. that 2nd sentence was meant for u since i'm not perfect at all to your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-7499918159719940384?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7499918159719940384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7499918159719940384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-i-touched-and-i-was-burnt.html' title='Because I Touched And I Was Burnt'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-3717186176355446016</id><published>2009-04-13T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:14:25.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Love Her Cooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vXmDEWIXB8w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vXmDEWIXB8w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to watch this lady cook. My god, it makes me drool la! Everything looks so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-3717186176355446016?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3717186176355446016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3717186176355446016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-i-love-her-cooking.html' title='Because I Love Her Cooking'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-5173977243822115742</id><published>2009-04-10T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:42:14.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, i just finished the whole bottle of sparkling juice all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-5173977243822115742?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5173977243822115742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5173977243822115742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-with-that-i-just-finished-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-7354553960059030530</id><published>2009-04-10T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:39:02.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because It's So Hard To Decide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-excuse me cause i just need to scream-&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently looking at pretty cupcakes and hyperventilating so badly because i'm just a sucker at cupcakes. Beautiful ones. I'm soo gonna have cupcakes for my wedding, and for my baby shower, and for my family member's birthday and for my children's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's gonna be soo awesome if i had a baby girl cause all the cakes are gonna look gorgeously awesome and pretty and cute and PINK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, still hyperventilating. I need to get that red &lt;s&gt;wine&lt;/s&gt;sparkling juice down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, i still can't find the bestest and most pretty looking cupcake for someone. It's soo hard to decide. Nurull, please help me. I'l so close to getting cock eye looking at all the pretty cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-7354553960059030530?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7354553960059030530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7354553960059030530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-its-so-hard-to-decide.html' title='Because It&apos;s So Hard To Decide'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-7536045467766568754</id><published>2009-04-08T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:56:16.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because i tricked a guy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, this happened like last month?&lt;br /&gt;I went for a seminar where everyone recruited had to attend.&lt;br /&gt;When the seminar ended, some of us went downstairs and got stucked in the rain, hence we mingled around to talk about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank God i told everyone that i'm going back by taking a cab. If not, i'll be stucked with this bloke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was me, a few girls and two guys. Then the chinese guy n the chinese girl went off after all of us shared some information and bla bla bla. So it was down to three girls and 1 guy. This guy was a malay guy, say in his late 20s to early 30s? First of all, dia nampak macam bapak orang with unshaven mid length beard that looked like pubic hair (haha, sial).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It disgusts me if men look so sloppy especially with long and thick unshaven hair. Anyways, so me and another girl together with this guy went to walk towards the train station. He said he stays in Yishun and was asking me how i'm going home. Thank God i said i'm taking the cab! Or else, i'll be stucked with him in the train!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he kept on asking me where i'm going like he wants to hitch a ride. Eh please eh, even if u wanna pay for it, i wouldn't wanna be stucked with u with a boring conversation and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, he suggested that all of us should exchange numbers. He said ALL of us. That means he's suggesting to the other girl as well. Then he wanted my number but i told him hey why dont u just gimme urs and i'll just save. Then he asked me to give him a miss call, so fine. Then to my shock, he didn't ask the other girl. FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i tot ok fine, we're gonna be colleagues anyway. Then he texted me regarding the test and all. What the hell. Turns out that he didn't get recruited. And wanna go for coffee with me??  Jaga anak kau ke ape kan lagi mulia. Ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ya, i know i'm at fault too. Cause Fahd told me that that's the number one trick for guys to get a girl's number. But i've never been approached by a guy like that before. And i only give my number to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last time he texted me about wanting to have coffee with me, i texted him back the next day saying, "HEY EVERYONE, my new number is 9164-makes up any last 4 digits- as of tomorrow. Please delete this number."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. And no more unwanted messages from the bloke anymore! And i told Fahd about it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i dunno why i blogged about this but just wanted to share with all of u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-7536045467766568754?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7536045467766568754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7536045467766568754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-i-tricked-guy.html' title='Because i tricked a guy.'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-5286493002100190469</id><published>2009-04-08T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:15:06.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Kids Understand</title><content type='html'>Omg you have got to watch this!! It's so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WuHS80ZpxQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WuHS80ZpxQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-5286493002100190469?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5286493002100190469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5286493002100190469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-kids-understand.html' title='Because Kids Understand'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-7775943927632161374</id><published>2009-04-08T02:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:42:59.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Killed A Cockroach!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I went to CGH today to accompany Fahd for his checkup. Headed back to his place via bus while he took the bike. Ate and went to sleep. Then me and Alia watched some funny videos and woke Fahd up with our loud laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom gave me some textile to prepare for his brother's wedding. Me and Alia will be wearing the same color. And then i had something in mind of how my kebaya will look like and i suddenly clapped and screamed, "OH BEST NYE!!! KAK AISHA TAU MACAM MANA NAK BUAT!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made his mum and sister laugh at me like mad. Hahaha. So excited. I got kinda embarrassed cause i like to talk to myself in my imagination but it kinda slipped out from my mouth. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got ready and headed to the new shopping mall at Bugis. Watched Confessions of A Shopaholic!!! Fahd loved it too! Come on, admit it baby. I know you like it (the jiggling boobs)! Then when we came out of the cinema, David Archuleta came to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omfg, i tell u there's like no point for them to set up sound systems and speakers cause we can hardly hear him sing cause all those teens were screaming their lungs off. But it was kinda nice to see from the top of the mall everyone with their cameras and flashing lights. If only i hadn't thrown and slammed the dg cam onto the floor sooo hard, i could take pictures of the people there. Yeah, i'm not an Archie fan. He's too young but he's adorable la. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Arab St to mencekik nasi sambal goreng. Then to Esplanade for some tlc. What else if not pampering Fahd with my therapeautic massage! Okay, lets give him some credit. He did pamper me as well. We talked, we laughed, we became sarcastic, we did a review of our mistakes and we became sarcastic again towards each other. Thank god we didn't get hostile. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mohamed Fahd, the score is currently at 2-0. 2 for me and 0 for you! You know what i mean. Hahaha. Let's see who can stand to last the most! Muahahaha. Oh come on, you know you want it!!! Nyehehehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Nadia, Nadlyn and Deej with her boify at Esplanade. Omfg, i miss them soooo much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to wash up at home, i was tryna close some deal with the toilet bowl and guess what i saw in the laundry basket??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FREAKING HUGE COCKROACH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i took my towel, came out of the toilet and ran to the kitchen while shouting our everything wrongly, "where's the insect repellent?! there's a lizard!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i ran back, my dad asked me again and i said, LIPAS LIPAS i told u already!!! Hahaa. What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;Went back into the toilet, closed the door so as to not let the roach run into my bedroom and sprayed like more than 5 times. I sprayed so long for 5 times like i'm spraying tanning spray to make everything even lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the roach climbed out of the basket and circled the circumference of the basket. It came towards me and i was ready with a small bucket to hit it. But then it collapsed upside down. Too bad. But it's sooo gross!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da tu je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-7775943927632161374?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7775943927632161374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7775943927632161374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-my-kebaya-is-gonna-be-gold.html' title='Because I Killed A Cockroach!'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-733021241432931295</id><published>2009-04-07T01:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:15:25.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm Like A Walking Zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally passed my module 5 today. One down, one more to go. I went thru those 100 questions three times in that fucken cold examination room. And i found myself dozing off while going thru my answers again. And to hit that finish button to see that it'll reflect tt i passed rather than fail was nerve wrecking. My hands were shaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the week has been like a hurricane lately. With my PMS to arguing with the boyfriend on petty stuff just because i'm sensitive. And i'm super sensitive as of a couple of days ago throwing a bitch fit every now and then due the the pms. And whatever happened last Saturday was because I was challenged to something. Please do not challenge me to anything you don't want. We'll just have to be tolerant of each other now. Both of us just have to watch what we say to avoid threatening each other in future. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten to spend time with my brother as of late. Cause he's a valet guy now at 3 hotels owned by one rich guy. Sometimes he'll be stationed at Ritz Carlton or Conrad Centennial. Funny now that he's replaced me by working near my ex-office. And he's permanently stationed at Sentosa's Capella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always leaves so early in the morning and has not even come home yet as of now. There was one occasion when he came home so late even tho he had work the next morning and Fahd n me got into an argument again just because i was damn worried about my brother. Of course i got mad at Fahd! He's my one and only brother and he didnt answer my phone calls. And my brother is the sort that will never come home so late if he has work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i tot that he's earning quite a fair bit each day plus the tips. I reckoned that he earns at the very least 6bucks per hour until my mom told me that he earns lesser than that. I got so furious with him. And when he came home, he kept on telling me abt all the cars tt he drove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh kak, today i drove 2 Lambo 4 times and i got sick of it..... And Mercs is the most comfortable car! BM is so so ah..."&lt;br /&gt;I hear that almost everyday. And i've been up almost everyday just to wait for my bro to come home lor. Hey, dun blame me, i love my brother. I just show it in a different way. I had a talk with him a few days back to change his job. Omg adik, i can recommend u other better paying jobs. Just don't stick to this one just because u get to drive those cars! Well unless they can give u a free one night stay at Capella. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, gonna accompany my mister fireman to CGH later for some leg check up. After which, i'll visit his mom at home for some catching up and maybe sleep. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahd has promised to take me out tomorrow (after arguing over initial plans made for last Saturday) to catch Confessions of A Shopaholic! Omg omg omg! I can't stop jumping inside!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a chat last week and we were talking about our plans. I love to talk about weddings but i'm afraid of getting married. After torturing him to listen to my plans on my dream wedding, i told him that i'm actually really really scared to get married. Haha. Hell yeah. Damn right i am. As exciting as a wedding can be, it still is fucken scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, did i tell u the baby birds that was outside my house has flew off? So sad. Oh well, hope they come back again to make some more babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my brother's back. Gonna hit the sack now. Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-733021241432931295?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/733021241432931295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/733021241432931295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-im-like-walking-zombie.html' title='Because I&apos;m Like A Walking Zombie'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-6732022687599155739</id><published>2009-04-05T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:08:10.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because It's Like Chasing The Very Last Train When We Both Know That It's Too Late, Too Late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd prolly still be out rite now if my eardrums didn't get burst at 3pm upon hearing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm home and the only thing i ate was a piece of egg mayo sandwich. Yupp, that's it. To last for a whole day. And what did i eat yesterday?? I ate scrambled eggs and crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what's new. I need to survive and i shall be independent on taking care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall reward myself with a movie if i pass my exam this monday. Anyone care to join me catch Confessions of A Shopaholic? Oh what difference does it make anyways? I'll prolly be watching it alone cause no one has plans of watching it with me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be comforted by my cat. Need to seriously hug her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you're prolly out there having a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-6732022687599155739?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6732022687599155739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6732022687599155739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-its-like-chasing-very-last.html' title='Because It&apos;s Like Chasing The Very Last Train When We Both Know That It&apos;s Too Late, Too Late.'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-9025861538090244996</id><published>2009-04-04T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:48:48.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because we got no plans. no plans at all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pretty tight on money.&lt;br /&gt;craving for unagi ramen or whatever unagi food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanna watch confessions of a shopaholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needs a new handphone.&lt;br /&gt;needs to alter all my jackets.&lt;br /&gt;needs to get a new mp3&lt;br /&gt;a new camera (cause i threw the current cybershot down on the floor due to anger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are my plans. what's urs?&lt;br /&gt;-rolls eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.can't.be.bothered.anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and why must i go there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitchings at eljay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-9025861538090244996?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/9025861538090244996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/9025861538090244996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-we-got-no-plans-no-plans-at-all.html' title='because we got no plans. no plans at all.'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-5225849727771976794</id><published>2009-04-03T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:16:45.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of the Kitties.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have got to watch this!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/plWnm7UpsXk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/plWnm7UpsXk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVQukw8DkaY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVQukw8DkaY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-syykZ4oIaE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-syykZ4oIaE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lxUOxrB1PJw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lxUOxrB1PJw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-5225849727771976794?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5225849727771976794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5225849727771976794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-of-kitties.html' title='Because of the Kitties.'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-8300292949492976601</id><published>2009-04-01T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:23:05.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Of Our Differences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, obviously i'm bored and do not have the mood to study just yet. Well i've been thinking about the differences between me and Fahd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PrimaDonna Aisha&lt;/span&gt; vs. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Grandmaster Fahd&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Korean&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; vs.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That explains the Korean song on my blog. I love love love Korean movies while Fahd loves Anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Doesn't really give a damn abt the way she dress&lt;/span&gt; vs. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Takes forever to get ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A 25 minute drive from Woodlands to Pasir Ris ain't enuf for him to decide what to wear, which shades to wear and where to go. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Scrubs kinda lame &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;vs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;the really really lame till u can do this:  -____- and say, "OMG that is sooo not funny that even trying to laugh is impossible!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha. If you watch Scrubs, you'll know how lame JD and the rest of the cast are. About Fahd, ok la, he can be funny at times but not with the jokes but the actions he does. See I give u some credit ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Loves loves cats &amp;amp; Animals&lt;/span&gt; vs. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Allergic to cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=( so sad rite my boyfriend is allergic to my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next one is effin true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Miss "I Can't Shut The Fuck Up"&lt;/span&gt; vs. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mr. Quiet that u dunno if he's listening or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it is proven that i can't shut up even for 5 minutes. And Fahd will always keep quiet whenever i talk until i dun even know if he's really listening or not. But Fahd can be quite a pain &lt;s&gt;sometimes&lt;/s&gt; most of the time too whenever he jokes around or talk without filtering. Grrr. That would lead to fights but fights are better than no fighting cause we went thru that phase before and both of us agreed that it sucked. So let's fight B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are just a few of the differences we have. And... to make ends meet, I have decided to rent some KOREAN DVDs (when Fahd's free from assignments) like 200 Pounds Beauty (My favourite), Windstruck, My Sassy Girl and my most favourite A Moment To Remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return, I'll watch your Naruto and whatnots like Bleach and bla bla bla. Haha. But since he's gonna make me watch anime, why not watch a cute anime like Midori!!! Omg, she's so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm gonna make Fahd watch Confessions of A Shopaholic as well cause he almost killed me when we watched High School Musical 3. I could have suffocated to death in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go study.&lt;br /&gt;It's a deal baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-8300292949492976601?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/8300292949492976601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/8300292949492976601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/because-of-our-differences.html' title='Because Of Our Differences'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-5823820767674505913</id><published>2009-04-01T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:39:17.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I made Fahd walk all the way from my house to Causeway Point instead of taking the bike there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we couldn't take the bike cause he was from work and didn't bring my helmet.&lt;br /&gt;So with his heavy bag, i made him walk with me under the hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;Nyehehehe. Time to do some exercise baby. Don't be so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh that reminds me, Fahd can never take a bus. He will feel cold and feels like it takes forever.&lt;br /&gt;Now u know how i feel, B????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tot of taking the bus home but he initiated that we should walk. Wakakaka. You kiddin' me rite?&lt;br /&gt;So we walked and whatever conversation we had led to talking about boy bands.&lt;br /&gt;Then he started dancing. What the hell la. Then we kinda made a compilation of Backstreet Boys.&lt;br /&gt;I kept on screaming, "B stop it!!! You're giving me goosebumps!!!"&lt;br /&gt;And the next minute, i corrected all the lyrics in the songs. How ironic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, while we were at Causeway Point, there was this secondary school girl (not from my sec sch) hit me with the edge of her thick book. And i gave me a scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a moment to feel the pain, started to make that spastic painful face and said ouch.&lt;br /&gt;Then i started to swear (just a lil' bit. i'm working to stop swearing ok) and then looked back at the girl and said, "alamak, buta ke pe?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Fahd just grabbed my sleeve and pulled me. Yeah, he pulled me like he's pulling paper sia. Then he said, "alamak minah-rep dia da nak start kluar. si eh-ah-eh-ah ni. susah la ada matair eh-ah-eh-ah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, i'm not a minah-rep ok. Haha. My point of view of a minah is, awefully thin brows, anny thinner and higher, it could look like those lines u see when u frown, tight pants like can start fire if ur thighs rub against each other when u walk, and wrong choice of hair color and etc. Oh you know what i mean. Plus the piercings and aweful make up. Ewww. Oh and that halter neck bra with a t-shirt!!! Yes yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;Super ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tomorrow's my M5 test. I hope i pass. And i'm soo gonna drag Fahd to watch Confessions of A Shopaholic with me. Nyehehe. You can't escape B!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye. Gotta close some deal now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-5823820767674505913?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5823820767674505913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5823820767674505913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-made-fahd-walk-all-way-from-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-1679804753361047830</id><published>2009-03-28T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:30:39.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Of Stuffing Myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/Sc488szCnTI/AAAAAAAAB-4/qoO13xkJvlI/s1600-h/Image093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/Sc488szCnTI/AAAAAAAAB-4/qoO13xkJvlI/s400/Image093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318255223486192946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/Sc4835G22SI/AAAAAAAAB-w/L-LYvVIdOtc/s1600-h/Image094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/Sc4835G22SI/AAAAAAAAB-w/L-LYvVIdOtc/s400/Image094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318255140891187490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me:  Ok, let's see what we have here... Hmmmm... Decline... decline... decline. Don't approve their applications for credit cards.&lt;br /&gt;LZ: Hey Aisha, we need to approve the PINs for these people.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, but we need to send our timesheets first so that we can get our pay.&lt;br /&gt;LZ: Ok go. Then lets go for a short break.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey do i look effin professionally hawt in this picture or whut?&lt;br /&gt;LZ: I know i look good in my new purple shirt that all of u told me to buy. Thank you for following me to shop!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey Kim, you can stop taking our pictures now. I know you're honored to do so just like that time when we went for karaoke with Yunita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what the hell am i talking about here?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I just stumbled onto these pics and watching 3 seasons of Family Guy has made me come up with stupid imaginations of me talking to myself. Hence, the conversations above (which never happened).&lt;br /&gt;And i do not work under credit card approvals department! I was from CitiBusiness. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them truckloads. I went to meet Amber on Monday (just last Friday was my last day and i missed them already!) and Amber wanted to have a drink with me but too bad I was in a rush to meet my new boss for coffee. Then met up with this guy colleague and my boss took us to Mont Blanc cause apparently Rahmat (new guy colleague) will be rewarded if he reached target.And a fountain pen that cost SGD 1118 that will eventually leak is not worth it at all lor. I'll rather pay that amount of money for an LV or a Gucci bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Peter Griffin's voice is stucked in my head. His laughter and the way he talks have made me succumb to it. I'll be or maybe have talked like him! Like the last conversation i had, Fahd kept on saying that i'm soo funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: B, i just woke up. It's 6.30pm. I ate and went to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;Fahd: Yeah i know. That's why you macam senyap je.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, when i never called u at all, you'll call me and say, "asal senyap je".    -inserts Peter Griffin's voice- Oh I know u missed me badly but it's ur ego that makes u not wanna succumb to it and tht's the reason why you wont call and would rather wait for me to  call. What did u do for the past 2 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Fahd: Reading newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Reaaaaallllyyyyy????&lt;br /&gt;Fahd: And playing games.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You see, you didn't wanna succumb to it.&lt;br /&gt;Fahd: Ahahaha, you're so funny. And besides, you were sleeping. I don't wanna disturb u.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's ok to disturb me B! (cause it's a nap u see. I would get cranky and all when u disturb me sleeping at night)&lt;br /&gt;Fahd: B, i want to buy a new tv uh...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, -imagines- i want that Prata and sambal from Saffron... -yawns- I'm sleepy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Peter Griffin's traits??? OMG, i'm turning into him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to continue watching season 3 of Family Guy before i study for my test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, i almost nailed it! Had to get 88 but the results just showed that i got a range between 71-80. How annoying is that??? Oh well, at least i know i'm not dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-1679804753361047830?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1679804753361047830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1679804753361047830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-of-stuffing-myself.html' title='Because Of Stuffing Myself.'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/Sc488szCnTI/AAAAAAAAB-4/qoO13xkJvlI/s72-c/Image093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-35886110460980969</id><published>2009-03-25T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:16:42.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Of A Tight Slap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;M9 exam tomorrow at Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;Boleh mati la eh.&lt;br /&gt;3 days of 3 hour tutorials only to cover all 24 chapters.&lt;br /&gt;And to answer all 125 questions and to get a 70% pass...&lt;br /&gt;Which means i need to get 88/125 within 2 hour and 30minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my boss has arranged it in such a way that i take the killer paper first.&lt;br /&gt;While others have taken their m5 first and get to understand the fundamentals of Capital Markets &amp;amp; Financial Advisory Services, I on the other hand had to struggle with this first. On which policy to buy, what to invest in and bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the boss's secretary has yet to mail me the timings of my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting since forever in front of the pc sia. What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo gonna get donuts if i pass my exam tomorrow and meet the boys and ex-colleagues for lunch (if applicable depending on my exam timing). I miss them already lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go now.&lt;br /&gt;Studying all in the name of Prudent***&lt;br /&gt;-___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-35886110460980969?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/35886110460980969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/35886110460980969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-of-tight-slap.html' title='Because Of A Tight Slap.'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-1555555941172992009</id><published>2009-03-23T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:09:09.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Day @ Citi / Abang Fazrin's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/page1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad. I love my Citi peeps. And bosses. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/page2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang Faz's birthday celebration. Ramen Ten. Unagiiii sushi. Yummy. Loved it. Oh he had the same cake i got for Fahd. So ape lagi, 2nd round of eating the same, but decent cake baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-1555555941172992009?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1555555941172992009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1555555941172992009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-last-day-citi-abang-fazrins-birthday.html' title='My Last Day @ Citi / Abang Fazrin&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-1990881562214181138</id><published>2009-03-23T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:48:25.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm Tested</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay people, i was sleeping so soundly that i received a message from my ex-boss (OMG, it's so sad to say EX!!) Amber saying that she needs my access card back.&lt;br /&gt;Well that's okay, cause i love Amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to sleep again (ok, i know it's already 11.41am, but hey i'm having my break rite?) and my new boss's secretary called me up saying that my new boss wants to have a coffee session with me today at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is last minute. I think she really wants to test me.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you've made sooo much plans with your friends and loved ones and it has to be cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, i agree that it's okay cause it's work but imagine how annoyed you'll get if it is always last minute???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm not annoyed. I'll go all the way if it's for work unless i really can't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shitnitz. I just don't know what to say...&lt;br /&gt;But maybe she's out there to get me for good.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she's testing me if i'm okay with clients wanting to meet at teh very last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, she did gave me more than 5 hours notice but that's a lil bit too soon rite???&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, why is my computer so effin' slow now???&lt;br /&gt;Last tutorial for M9 today and my exam is gonna be this THURSDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Crap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i just woke up and i'm having a headache now. My head is spinning and feels so heavy that it just wants to land on the pillow again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ciao people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-1990881562214181138?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1990881562214181138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1990881562214181138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-im-tested.html' title='Because I&apos;m Tested'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-5196708976270212670</id><published>2009-03-21T03:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T04:36:42.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because It's His Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 700px;" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/fahds%2025th/page1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 1500px;" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/fahds%2025th/IMG_6037-tile-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the lowdown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kidnapped him from his house without him even getting a chance to bathe... He only managed to brush his teeth!&lt;br /&gt;He only got 3 minutes to pack his bag and bring everything that he thot he needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i blindfolded him and brought him to a spa in Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked all the way from Dolphin Lagoon to Palawan Beach shop to get Fahd a pair of boardshorts. I walked there with heels on okay!&lt;br /&gt;And it was scorching hot that the cake actually melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his spa treatment, i blindfolded him again and brought him to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Upon which, he had to find some clues to lead him to his birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to all three poolside; Sky Pool, Kids Pool &amp;amp; Dream Pool.&lt;br /&gt;Came back to our room and changed, got ready for dinner at Earl Swensen's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rented DVDs to watch when we came back but likewise, i fell asleep again due to being soooo full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the hotel does not provide combs. Dammit, how the heck am i suppose to comb my hair????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update on my last day at Citibank soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-5196708976270212670?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5196708976270212670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5196708976270212670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-its-his-birthday.html' title='Because It&apos;s His Birthday'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/fahds%2025th/th_page1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-1714514192219877710</id><published>2009-03-18T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:28:59.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heyho people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday surprise was a blast. We had fun and got so full that we felt like puking.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the pictures will be uploaded in the next entry, that it if i get the time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've uploaded the pics on facebook, so maybe u can just go and view it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing at my friend's facebook and the pictures of Pioneer JC.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly saw this staircase which brought back some memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to run down the staircase almost every single day just to make it in time for flag raising. I ran down, walked so fast to my class which was already assembled to wait for the "sekolah sedia" command and threw my bag and it was already "squad sedia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Always on the dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's crap i know. I'm shagged and bored.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-1714514192219877710?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1714514192219877710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1714514192219877710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/03/heyho-people.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-6300534287653270562</id><published>2009-03-11T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:54:37.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahd &amp;amp; my mother can be good friends when it comes to American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will literally forget about anything.&lt;br /&gt;And because of that, i learn to make my own milo and i learn to walk myself to the carpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess whut? What's new??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-6300534287653270562?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6300534287653270562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6300534287653270562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/03/fahd-my-mother-can-be-good-friends-when.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-2123997680949947931</id><published>2009-03-10T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:50:41.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm Craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There'll be a big big hole massively burnt on my pocket by the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;But fret not! I have a new job! And even tho i took a pay cut, it's always something i've always wanted to learn, be groomed and do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales &amp;amp; Marketing lor, what else la dey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My manager's taking out $1.5k frm her own pocket monthly to pay me while the others are actually fully commission based. However, i believe that I will have the upper hand here cause I will have the leads first?? And they truly see me having the potential to sell and convince these directors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i guess they took me in just because I said i was from Citibiz.&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Citi has groomed me very very well. Meeting directors and giving presentations to them really made me improve alot more in presenting myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely gonna miss Citi, without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to work till this Friday but my boss wanted me to stay till next week. So for the sake of my boss, next friday then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which i will be taking a break and going for the tutorial lessons that the new boss has slot me in. Fully paid for the tests. That's why she has alot to lose la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kim had a chat with the boss of Auto Loans or EIU if i'm not wrong. He tot us quite alot of stuff regarding sales and which path to take. U know, the photocopier area is a damn good place to promote cohesion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enuff bout work, I am so craving for mee bakso from that ayam penyet stall. Omg, the taste of the chilli with soy sauce plus the beef balls beats everything! It's sooo orgasmic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to take a loan from my dad. And then self proclaim that there's not a need for me to pay him back. Haha. Or maybe i should ask my dad for a handphone. He never buys me this kinda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;I have to share something funny with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's not really funny lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened last week when me and Fahd almost killed each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ma, i'm going to meet Fahd.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: You tell Fahd, if he marries you, he can drive a big car. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was hugging me when she said that and when she pulled herself back again and looked at my serious face which was almost expression-less/full of sarcasm, she immediately said,&lt;br /&gt;"sorry eh, i was just joking. so sorry..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, that was the funniest thing my mum said to me.&lt;br /&gt;The look on her face was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to whom it may concern, i hope i can get it by Monday, latest. i really need it babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-2123997680949947931?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2123997680949947931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2123997680949947931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-im-craving.html' title='Because I&apos;m Craving'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-5193882134912782556</id><published>2009-03-08T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:09:11.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm A Mgmt Associate....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a good long chat with the boyfriend just now and it was one of the few long chats we had that was pretty interesting and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Why one of the FEW, u might ask???&lt;br /&gt;Pssst... because he's at his firepost and the boy's bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;That'll be the only time when he tries to prank call me to kenal-kenal and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can like literally roll my eyes 360degrees in every single way sia whenever he does that.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he calls and pretends to be someone else, i'll just say, "B..................... I KNOW IT'S YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he could still ask me how i knew it was him.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO?!?! -waves hand right in front of his face-&lt;br /&gt;I am your girlfriend lor. I know you. Duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that somehow i felt that the recent bad/stinky/frustrating turned dot dot dot kiss and make up at the void deck kinda made me feel that we're understanding each other better.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i demanded transparency in this relationship. Yeah yeah... i'm such a demanding girl, i know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part of today was, making Fahd frustrated cause he die die wanted to guess wassup for his birthday. Nyeheh. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make u go crazy la. It's kinda like challenging urself and torturing u. Nyehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;I am eeeeevil, i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i went for 2 career seminars today. A friend wanted to recruit me directly into his company. Maybe not now, Alif. But thank you for inviting me for the seminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm so sleepy. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-5193882134912782556?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5193882134912782556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5193882134912782556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-im-mgmt-associate.html' title='Because I&apos;m A Mgmt Associate....'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-8139002677786970622</id><published>2009-03-07T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:32:20.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because It Repels &amp; Attracts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the day wasn't that bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm sure gonna miss Citi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big BOOHOO =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, where else can u get the bestest, greatest, most fun and super awesome bosses(does not include big bosses,ya'll know whut i mean)?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-8139002677786970622?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/8139002677786970622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/8139002677786970622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-it-repels-attracts.html' title='Because It Repels &amp; Attracts.'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-7155921501796196151</id><published>2009-03-03T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:30:50.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Love Family Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My goodness. Just watch and laugh your asses off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSA4ItcezAA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSA4ItcezAA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rH3R1k49DBM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rH3R1k49DBM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7155921501796196151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-i-love-family-guy.html' title='Because I Love Family Guy'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-3687464105250119656</id><published>2009-03-01T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:22:32.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am currently donned in my lilac kebaya with black lace.&lt;br /&gt;sounds nice rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am starving like mad since 11am sia!&lt;br /&gt;what the hell. my mum woke me up, then told me to get ready and untill now (timecheck:1.15pm) we're still not out yet to a relative's wedding in simei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simei tau!!! sikit peh dekat!! kalau woodlands takpe jugak.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll feel like dying on the way there sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i knew i'll still be here until this time, i'd have asked fahd to fetch me so that i can meet him siaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was yelling to my dad cause he told me to wear that dimond earrings he bought me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: pakai anting-anting berlian tu ok.&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO. I dont want.&lt;br /&gt;D: Pakai...&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO!&lt;br /&gt;D: Pakai!&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO! I'm not some showcase la please eh!!!! And takda orang nak tgk laaaa!!!!! Jgn menunjuk2.&lt;br /&gt;D: Pakai je la. Cepat.&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO! Jgn paksa!! If not i dun want to follow!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad gave up. But i tell u, it'll start again later when we're about to go out.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. I hate this. Then must wear gelang la and all. I wanna tell my dad that im not gonna appreciate all these things for now. I will only do so when i get way older when i am married and have kids who are like my age now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'd rather ask my dad for that thousands he spent on that diamond earrings to be spent on shopping for other stuff. Heh. Seriously menyumpah ok. This always happens on occasions such as weddings and Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;Which sucks because, my dad and i will be yelling at each other right after we seek forgiveness from each other.&lt;br /&gt;And both of us are hot tempered people. Yeah, like father like daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Bapak degil, anak pon degil.&lt;br /&gt;Bagus ah tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ciao chin chow. Gua mau gi cekik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-3687464105250119656?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3687464105250119656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3687464105250119656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-currently-donned-in-my-lilac.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-5147378113501879806</id><published>2009-02-28T16:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:23:31.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because It Has Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After sending a few resumes, like finally somebody has replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firt was far.east.org. But there's like no life in this.&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to Yunita about this and we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some other company which i didn't catch the name called on the same day asking me to come down for an interview at St Regis Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Amber, I'm going for a v.late lunch this monday.&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Y, got interview ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Heh. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Take half day leave ah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dun want. I wanna save up my leave cause i dunno how many more interviews i'll be called for.&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Eh lets google the company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;If i ever get a better pay, i'll surely miss the people in citi.&lt;br /&gt;Well, nt tt my pay sucks, but it'll nvr be enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna save up and invest in something after i get tt n97 for fahd.&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll make big bucks closing just one case (if i ever get to).&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll prove to my dad that working overtime doesn't mean tt you'll bring in more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told fahd tt i've been getting calls for interview and he keeps on going like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: B, they're calling me up for an interview u know.&lt;br /&gt;F: RM eh?&lt;br /&gt;A: Noooo. Muka i nak jadi relationship mgr now? Kirim salam ah. Wait till i get my degree n experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he likes this RM job thingy. Haha. Oh well, insyaAllah in 3 yrs time, i get to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ciao chin chow. I wanna sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-5147378113501879806?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5147378113501879806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5147378113501879806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-it-has-started.html' title='Because It Has Started'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-5887797019157236116</id><published>2009-02-26T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:51:25.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't have the mood to take public transport home so i took a cab.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i keep on resorting to online shopping while i job hunt online.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. Haha. But i can imagine myself in that sweet/sexy/cute lace dress!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! With my stockings. -faints-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually more towards sweet than sexy. Like Blair Waldorf u knowww.&lt;br /&gt;And i am hunting for shoes now. I've got my hooker shoes already. I've got like around ten pairs of shoes now and i wish to expand the collection. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahd, just let me enjoy my last few hundred bucks ok. Your present will come soon. I swear i'll save for it by my next pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened last saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahd: B, u dun wanna go into Nine West?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Noooo. I wanna save up. And i'm trying hard to resist shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon walking towards the shop and then seeing pretty gorgeous shoes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ahhh, so nice!! But i got no money.............................OK NVM!! GOT CREDIT CARD!! CAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i managed to not spend at all ok. I only bought the 14 bucks stockings from topshop. Wee, what an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-5887797019157236116?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5887797019157236116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5887797019157236116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-didnt-have-mood-to-take-public.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-1546273407779411130</id><published>2009-02-22T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:11:51.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, nak baca kan??&lt;br /&gt;Ah baca ah!&lt;br /&gt;Alrite tt was random. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;They tried to knock a lot of sense to me when i was insane.&lt;br /&gt;All because they love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all i can say is, i can't wait to meet them this 6th March!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Dell were talking about Ain's future.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, we can even imagine ourselves donned in off white or beige kebaya's with flowers on our hair, being the pengapits of Ain.&lt;br /&gt;And the youngest one, the one who hated talking abt marriage, is the one who's gonna tie the knot first. -pouts-&lt;br /&gt;I feel like pinching Ain's cheeks right this moment cause she's like a small sister to me. And if i do so, i feel like saying, "kau masih kecik tau, tak ble kawin kawin." to her. Haha. I'm a mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have the same hair now. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt call it the "Rihanna" hair the moment she saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i gotta cut the crap short now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, da puas baca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-1546273407779411130?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1546273407779411130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1546273407779411130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-nak-baca-kan-ah-baca-ah-alrite-tt.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-9214628370455372362</id><published>2009-02-22T12:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:03:42.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of Loooveee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey ho.&lt;br /&gt;I've sent our my resume to alot of companies.&lt;br /&gt;Just hoping that they'll call me up tho.&lt;br /&gt;I want big bucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for that career talk and to earn 6k the moment you get to close one deal is rather fascinating but to find the deal itself requires alot alot of hard work.&lt;br /&gt;Daym, i'm thinking of doing it part-time tho.&lt;br /&gt;And with this experience,I can finally get my degree and have 3 years of sales experience to be a RM.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm still contemplating on whether to sign up and surrender my 620+bucks to them to groom me.&lt;br /&gt;Grr, i hate all this courses thingy. However, they'll reimburse back 50% of it if we manage to close a deal or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, lemme think abt it. When it comes to making money, i'm all for it but i still have my concerns tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i better stop crapping bout money. Niways, I had a great time despite the loud tiff we had.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what love means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: I love u too much sometimes i feel like strangling u too.&lt;br /&gt;M: Yeah, i can imagine myself running and jumping and abt to kick u on ur chest like karate like tht. Then u got chest pain n asthma. Then i start to panic. But i feel good also ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what i mean?? And don't u just agree with me?? Its a love hate thingy. But i still love u tho. Cause at the end of the day, i'll be the one who will bury my hands in ur hair, giving u a massage yang sungguh menusuk kalbu nak mampos without u even asking for it. Haha. Sayang punye pasal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K da abes. Da gi balik. Tutup ni window. Tak ya nak baca lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-9214628370455372362?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/9214628370455372362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/9214628370455372362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-ho.html' title='Because of Loooveee'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-7365217012880118236</id><published>2009-02-19T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:02:25.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because For Almost 7 days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lemme see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week since....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it has start to sink in anyways.&lt;br /&gt;And i'll get used to this.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it'll prepare myself for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i just wanna hug my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-7365217012880118236?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7365217012880118236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7365217012880118236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-for-almost-7-days.html' title='Because For Almost 7 days...'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-6695372255831628821</id><published>2009-02-18T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:24:10.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Home Is Like Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mum's throwing a bitch fit at home just because i place 5 pairs of newly repaired shoes near the entrance to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, kain baju kalau tak lipat sumer salah aku ah.&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku lipat, sumer buat mata buta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for my mum, this mouth of mine would have slashed a string of curses and swears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-6695372255831628821?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6695372255831628821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6695372255831628821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-home-is-like-hell.html' title='Because Home Is Like Hell'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-2298767422123421549</id><published>2009-02-12T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:35:03.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm Hyperventilating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 690px; height: 510px;" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy guacamoly.&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing thru flickr and look what i found!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the birthday cupcakes i got for Fahd for his 24th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it wasn't for my boyfriend. It was for my not really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm hyperventilating looking at all the beautiful and gorgeous cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;Its just sooo orgasmic. I can really die from a heart attack just looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo gonna get cupcakes for my wedding or any occasion!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-2298767422123421549?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2298767422123421549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2298767422123421549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-im-hyperventilating.html' title='Because I&apos;m Hyperventilating'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-4382278695050030365</id><published>2009-02-12T14:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:10:59.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;super shagged. super migraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-4382278695050030365?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/4382278695050030365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/4382278695050030365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-shagged.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-5563857476742858688</id><published>2009-02-08T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:17:28.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Just Forgo-ed A Damn Good Deal!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was at Courts just now and was just looking around at teh tv section when a salesman came to me to promote his Samsung LCD tv.&lt;br /&gt;Initially, i wasn't interested but he still wanted to show us the promotion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: We are selling this 40 inch Samsung LCD tv for $1,999 and if you have the old teevee like the box one, you can trade in for 700bucks and you'll only be paying $1,299 for the 40inch tv. On top of that, we're also giving away another 22 inch tv free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallau eh! Tell me who doesn't wanna buy la sial?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;So my brother and i felt like buying (so tht i can buy my Wii next)&lt;br /&gt;So i asked the salesman to calculate how much if i paid for credit instalments.&lt;br /&gt;Just $110 for 12 months la sial!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mum kept on disagreeing like she always do.&lt;br /&gt;And like old aunties being naive and being loyal to the brand they've always believed since ages ago, she said confidently that she'd rather buy a toshiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i was very sarcastic and said...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ma, times have changed. Samsung and all are the leading and top sellers with better technology and -bla bla bla-. No point I go Business school and study alot of case studies about Samsung and all and sit for the exam if you don't wanna listen to me and u still wanna be naive.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: You better go ask your dad.&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Bro: Fine. We'll go. Since he's working at Woodlands branch, we can go now.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Good luck la eh. I know your dad won't agree. You all wanna eat???&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Bro: NO! DON'T WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, merajuk nampak.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to meet my dad and spoke to him about it. When his colleagues came to him, he told them that we're blackmailing him. Yeah, that's what me and my bro do best.&lt;br /&gt;When we told him about the deal, he looked rather satisfied with it, but then my brother had to say that there'll be a better deal soon cause there'll be a newer technology and bla bla bla. OF COURSE LA! WHO DOESN'T KNOW THAT RITE?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what i'm trying to get to here is tat, we're paying only 1299 for 2 teevees!&lt;br /&gt;And i'm giving my parents a more luxurious living, even tho they can afford it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Well at least i'm giving them a better small teevee for the tv room. (cause the big one is for me to play Wii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, quite disappointed. Then i told dad about Fahd buying the tv for his bro. And i told him, if i was impulsive, i'd just flash my credit card and not even consulted him unlike just now. And he said, "Fahd's different. He is stable. You're not yet."&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at Causeway Point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I can pay for it Ma.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: You got credit card?????&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Looks at bro &amp;amp; Mum) NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the library...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Someone got credit card what. Pay ah if u want to. But now's not a good time to splurge la.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: (Keeps on looking at me) Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya. I have a credit card ok. Don't tell mama. She'll kill dad.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Ya, don't tell her. She'll kill me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. See how good we keep secrets just to prevent internal conflict???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to my bro for asking my mum to pay for the DSLR first, now my mum keeps on asking me for more money!!! Keep on bugging us to pay her back.&lt;br /&gt;More headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, I just want to get rid of that stupid boxy teevee. I mean, hello?!?! Its already a good deal laaaaa!! Who would wanna give us 700 bucks for an old boxy tv?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. I want to faint already. Talking about this just gives me a heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-5563857476742858688?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5563857476742858688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5563857476742858688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-i-just-forgo-ed-damn-good-deal.html' title='Because I Just Forgo-ed A Damn Good Deal!!!'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-2795961919035251144</id><published>2009-02-08T02:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T02:30:36.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because She's My "Daughter"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/SY3QanUFOqI/AAAAAAAAB-g/IQH7rF0L3cg/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/SY3QanUFOqI/AAAAAAAAB-g/IQH7rF0L3cg/s400/IMG_0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300121492133329570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family and I were having dinner at East Coast Lagoon when this little girl who was with her family who sat next to our table came and sat next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is only 2 yrs old!&lt;br /&gt;The name's Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bro: Sepasang sey, macam adik beradik.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Adik takpe, jangan anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the girl kept on looking at my mum and shouted something like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NENEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she kept on coming to me and sit next to me.&lt;br /&gt;It'd look like I'm her mommay u know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's just sooo adorable. She was so mentel with my brother too.&lt;br /&gt;And when she sat next to my brother, my bro kept on asking my mum in a shy and discreet way to ask her to take a picture of him &amp;amp; Alicia. Hahah. Gatal jugak adik aku eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now i want a baby fast! Of course when i get married la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-2795961919035251144?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2795961919035251144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2795961919035251144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-shes-my-daughter.html' title='Because She&apos;s My &quot;Daughter&quot;'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/SY3QanUFOqI/AAAAAAAAB-g/IQH7rF0L3cg/s72-c/IMG_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-5264363940270026880</id><published>2009-02-07T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:56:44.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nurull&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me at 3am last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just woke up and spoke to her to confirm if the news was true. My whole body got goosebumps when Nurull told me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not know her very well but may your soul rest in peace, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yash&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so sudden for her to leave all of us.&lt;br /&gt;And there was this stupid bloke who went to comment on her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt; about the news.&lt;br /&gt;Really plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;condolences&lt;/span&gt; to her family. Gosh, i can just imagine how her mum's feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-5264363940270026880?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5264363940270026880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/5264363940270026880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/nurull-texted-me-at-3am-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-268493118096394905</id><published>2009-02-07T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:33:45.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because My Boyfriend's Not In Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's 12.28am now and it's time for me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;This is sooo not normal for me.&lt;br /&gt;It's too early for me to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, what else can i do?&lt;br /&gt;The boyf's not in town.&lt;br /&gt;The fatigue sinks in after applying for so many jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I even applied for stupid jobs again. Haha. Just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;Now don't ask my why i did that again, cause I'm just so damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i went shopping to make myself occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm going to Zouk Flea Market this sunday.&lt;br /&gt;And then maybe to Bugis to shop again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wanna know what was the best damn thing i did last week????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MELTED MY TEMP-BOY'S WATER BOTTLE AND IT BECAME AN ARTPIECE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, me and my bosses stayed in office for lunch and we played BANG!&lt;br /&gt;It's like Murderer u know. So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what Fahd is doing now. Must be having fun eh in Phuket!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PrimaDonna signing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-268493118096394905?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/268493118096394905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/268493118096394905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-my-boyfriends-not-in-town.html' title='Because My Boyfriend&apos;s Not In Town'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-2405776951822289777</id><published>2009-02-05T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:14:45.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN CATS ATTACK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blast your speakers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcxhOGyrCtI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tcxhOGyrCtI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-2405776951822289777?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2405776951822289777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2405776951822289777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg-this-is-so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-9025291922873348433</id><published>2009-02-04T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:32:04.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Made Friends With A Cool Mum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was walking towards my office bulding and bumped into this lady that i frequently see at the AutoLoans/AutoInsurance dept. Had a chat with her and my GAWD!!! I tell u, she's from the beauty line previously and she speaks very very pleasantly beautiful english. I just love the way she talks. Gimme the impression tt she's a cool hot momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i had a chat with my boss yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It made me sooo heavy hearted to start sending out my resume. Imagine if i really decide to leave, it'll be such a painful decision to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bosses are great. Considering the fact tht this is my first real job with a paycheck i've never gotten before, i will really really miss the environment there if i ever leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, calling was such a pain today. I called this cm like what, say 5 times today and the last thing i would want to hear him say again n again is to call him back the next day at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;-_______________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh menyumpah nak mampos. Korang mmg betul menyusahkan aku dan membuang masa aku. Sundals.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways again, i got a message from Kynn, a tarian friend of mine back in poly. She's inviting me to perform again this December. Quite far ahead there. Still a long way to go. But i guess she just had to make us confirm with us if we're joining cause times have changed, everyone is working now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really miss tarian. I'm still contemplating. But most probably i might just be performing on stage back again. That's where i belong since primary school, baybeh.&lt;br /&gt;And Fahd can finally see me perform. Hahah. Like he cares big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asking Fahd if he could take me to Jln Kayu (JK) to see the kitty.&lt;br /&gt;And he really brought me there. But too bad the kitty wasn't there at the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;Yatay!!! I know ur reading... Lets go again. Try our luck. And i'll bring the kitty back home. Haha. Well i hope i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me &amp;amp; Fahd went to the dam. He told us the Pochong story tt he n his friends watched yesterday. As boys being boys, he just had to mention BIG BOOBIES just to make it so damn detailed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abes da cerita hantu, action takut nak antar i naik atas. Cakap je sapau.&lt;br /&gt;He pranked me lor!!!&lt;br /&gt;He told me tt there was a scene tt tht thang was in the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: B, send me up ok? Then u can take ur jacket as well.&lt;br /&gt;Him: B, sayang tetap sayang tapi part hantu pochong, u tetap kene naik lift sendiri. I sendiri takut.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Tapi kan u kuat Iman!!!&lt;br /&gt;Him: Kuat mmg kuat, tapi bila part "gula-gula" i tetap takut. Tht "kakak" i tak takut tau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So upon reaching my lift, he went to sit at the table at the void deck. I walked towards my lift and then i yelled at him, forcing him to accompany me in the lift. Haha. Grrr, purposely made me so damn scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was soo scared, i buried my face into his chest and looked down. Didn't even want to face the lift's door!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, wanna sleep now. Tu je. Da abes. Ape lagi korang nak baca???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-9025291922873348433?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/9025291922873348433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/9025291922873348433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-i-made-friends-with-cool-mum.html' title='Because I Made Friends With A Cool Mum!'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-6999263997705659314</id><published>2009-02-02T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:14:37.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Bob Is The In Thing Now</title><content type='html'>If you look at My Paper today, you'll see Katie Homes with that bob hair. I was talking to my temp boy abt having tt haircut and he said it was ok. Okay, quite funny for a young boy to be a fashion advisor for me. Then i went out and asked my boss if it'll be funny if i had tt haircut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Amber, d'ya think it'll be funny if i cut like this? -points to picture-&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Ok what. Can, ur face shape should be ok.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But i love my long hair now. Haiz. I've been contemplating to cut it since last year.&lt;br /&gt;Amber: Babe, you must just chop off. Don't worry. You look like airstewardess today with ur dress and hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah you see, all the more i dun want to cut my hair sia. I can style my long hair. -touch touch &amp;amp; sayang sayng my hair-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, i'm still contemplating. And i think by the time i decide if i should chop off my hair, i think it'll be 2010 already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i already know what kind of hair color i want. I want to cut, but Fahd's brother's wedding is in August and i want long hair. What if it fails to grow as long as the way i want it by then???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Singtel in the morning, and the billing enquiry officer is such a pain in the a.s.s. Talk to me like i don't have money to pay my bill. I have the amt since the time i got the bill but i just didnt wanna pay for it first cause i might need to attend to some of my shopping wants. And when i paid two days ago, she kept on asking me when i made tt transaction. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels kinda fun to not have a handphone. Cause i learn to use the house phone to talk to Fahd. Haha. And my previous bill has decreased drastically to only 75bucks! Woohoo. What a surprising achievement. Hope i can maintain tht way forever sia. But oh well, i'm gonna change my plan anyways and get a new phone. But wht phone should it be? Gonna get Fahd his N97 first. Then i'll think of a new phone for myself. Who knows mine would be better than his. Muahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i've been holding my pee for far too long. Gotta go to the ladies and then off for lunch! Wee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-6999263997705659314?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6999263997705659314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6999263997705659314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-bob-is-in-thing-now.html' title='Because Bob Is The In Thing Now'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-135389143867056606</id><published>2009-02-01T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:05:12.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because It's Time To Kiss &amp; Make Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/SYW5I8GJkbI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/zBd5NUpQ2RY/s1600-h/DSC05125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/SYW5I8GJkbI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/zBd5NUpQ2RY/s400/DSC05125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297844099893268914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bistro Delifrance @ Ngee Ann City.&lt;br /&gt;Kenyang giler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/SYW48doi8II/AAAAAAAAB-Q/pjO-5H-s_b8/s1600-h/DSC05148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/SYW48doi8II/AAAAAAAAB-Q/pjO-5H-s_b8/s400/DSC05148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297843885557608578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fort Road.&lt;br /&gt;Power Nap time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/SYW4z-xoZ8I/AAAAAAAAB-I/3MWydDIdpZ0/s1600-h/DSC05154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/SYW4z-xoZ8I/AAAAAAAAB-I/3MWydDIdpZ0/s400/DSC05154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297843739835262914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the guy next to me?&lt;br /&gt;If you were to ask him if he loves me, he'll say yes.&lt;br /&gt;And the same goes for me.&lt;br /&gt;But i bet you we both agree that sometimes, we just feel like strangling each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-135389143867056606?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/135389143867056606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/135389143867056606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-its-time-to-kiss-make-up.html' title='Because It&apos;s Time To Kiss &amp; Make Up'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11ALU_2aFVs/SYW5I8GJkbI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/zBd5NUpQ2RY/s72-c/DSC05125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-1645407673015807706</id><published>2009-01-31T20:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:17:04.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've let out a whole load of shit from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And i feel so damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo not gonna give a damn abt anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But i feel damn good rite now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-1645407673015807706?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1645407673015807706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1645407673015807706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-let-out-whole-load-of-shit-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-1833183663926012748</id><published>2009-01-31T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:14:51.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Love _______ (fill in the blanks yourself)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll give you all the space that you want.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna bug you like some kinda pest.&lt;br /&gt;And I've never intend to ROB you from whoever and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sorry for being this way cause love know no boundaries for me.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad you didn't realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me quite a while to fall back in love.&lt;br /&gt;And if shit happens, it's okay for me cause I'm just numb to all these shit.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I've already been thru alot of shit anyways.&lt;br /&gt;So what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I just don't give a damn anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Well the truth hurts, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;How can i give anymore???&lt;br /&gt;All i know is, I've done my very best.&lt;br /&gt;I've loved and cared and gave my all.&lt;br /&gt;More than a 100%.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I have nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna seek refuge at my LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-1833183663926012748?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1833183663926012748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1833183663926012748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-love-fill-in-blanks-yourself.html' title='Because Love _______ (fill in the blanks yourself)'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-1938139276002620706</id><published>2009-01-29T17:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:37:15.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because This Is My Medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 650px;" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/marina%20at%20keppel%20bay/2e9153d8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurdles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 650px;" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/marina%20at%20keppel%20bay/f063801f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 450px;" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/marina%20at%20keppel%20bay/1d392fda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 451px;" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/marina%20at%20keppel%20bay/fdf5e74c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 450px;" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/marina%20at%20keppel%20bay/ddaa5eb7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 651px; height: 450px;" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/marina%20at%20keppel%20bay/1c640e21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 450px;" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/marina%20at%20keppel%20bay/788ff5ad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 450px;" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/marina%20at%20keppel%20bay/ab5991b3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how dirrrtay my car is???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-1938139276002620706?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1938139276002620706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1938139276002620706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-this-is-my-medicine.html' title='Because This Is My Medicine'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/marina%20at%20keppel%20bay/th_2e9153d8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-4313828014968012274</id><published>2009-01-29T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:53:50.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because You Can't Play On Broken Strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the truth hurts&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just swallow it all up and get used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-4313828014968012274?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/4313828014968012274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/4313828014968012274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-you-cant-play-on-broken-strings.html' title='Because You Can&apos;t Play On Broken Strings'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-6050127847860210748</id><published>2009-01-27T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:58:35.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly have this weird feeling that i want some sort of a baby's presence in this house.&lt;br /&gt;I have been telling my parents to make another baby since when i was in secondary school cause i want another sibling (cause my brother's too tall, he looks like an older brother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only small little living thing we've got in the house is the fat lazy cat who sleeps for 16hours. Nonetheless, i'll still love her. BUT I STILL WANT A BABY. Perhaps a girl. And because of this non-stop "i want another adik" yakking i occasionally do at home, my mum will always scream back at me and make me angry when she told me to make my own baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess she didn't get me. I want another sibling. Not a child of my own as i'm not ready to get married. Mumsie just don't get it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is very redundant, actually. And you've just wasted like 5 minutes of ur precious time reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like always, another private post at LJ where i can just type out every single thing on my mind and no one knows! If i could make my private LJ entries into a book, the tittle would be "101 Things I Truly Hate" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go have lunch. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-6050127847860210748?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6050127847860210748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6050127847860210748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-suddenly-have-this-weird-feeling-that.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-7033193131002205077</id><published>2009-01-26T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:07:40.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love MadTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z3R_2MOjRCo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z3R_2MOjRCo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i tell u everything (i-tay-u-evyting)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"he looks like a man...who looks like a man"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i just felt like shooting. So yeah. Just an amateur. Not that good, but not bad, ey?&lt;br /&gt;Gonna shoot tonnes of pictures tomorrow with my girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 500px;" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/ard%20e%20hood%20w%20450d/b4c35da3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 639px; height: 407px;" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/ard%20e%20hood%20w%20450d/8371aae3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 500px;" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/ard%20e%20hood%20w%20450d/5db9d08b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 639px; height: 408px;" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/ard%20e%20hood%20w%20450d/33d70410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 639px; height: 489px;" src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/ard%20e%20hood%20w%20450d/4bdbbf65.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-7033193131002205077?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7033193131002205077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/7033193131002205077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-madtv.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/ard%20e%20hood%20w%20450d/th_b4c35da3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-3497412968089165605</id><published>2009-01-26T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:18:55.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm Two Timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is always the problem.&lt;br /&gt;I'm two-timing my LJ, yet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i dunno which one i should stick to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i guess the bitchy rantings shall be in LJ, unless i die die i just can't help but to bitch directly in Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep a lookout at my LJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should add my gfs back in LJ.&lt;br /&gt;Its bitching time girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-3497412968089165605?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3497412968089165605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3497412968089165605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-im-two-timing.html' title='Because I&apos;m Two Timing'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-3492521668869416892</id><published>2009-01-26T05:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:16:08.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its the start of ranting at my LJ.&lt;br /&gt;You can try to find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-3492521668869416892?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3492521668869416892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3492521668869416892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-start-of-ranting-at-my-lj.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-3991762426574295892</id><published>2009-01-26T03:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:30:42.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ho. I just got back.&lt;br /&gt;Went out to meet love. It's been like ages since i met him.&lt;br /&gt;Kay, the last time i met him was prolly less than a week ago. Say, tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fatigue physically and mentally, maybe emotionally too these couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;Been working my ass off to achieve that target. I swear if it was a sales target, i could have already gotten loads of commission sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i should get into sales ASAP. Haha. Niways, my boss have been encouraging me to take up insurance tests. Yeah, all 3 tests. It'd actually expand my general knowledge and know more abt taxes and insurance policies. But i definitely do not wanna take up any courses with you know which organisation (hint: the one which viewed my resume twice and was aggressive into taking me in!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may just be a sideline which i could do in the future, say prolly when i'm a working &lt;s&gt;(hot)&lt;/s&gt; momma who's tryna earn extra income &lt;s&gt;(which keeps on rolling in every mth)&lt;/s&gt; for the best of her children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Fahd had a chat abt our houses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahd: Kalau kita duduk ur house, i ble buat lawa2. Sumer i tukar. I buat walk in wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya, tht's wht im thinking since ages ago. If we stay at my plc, we can take up the space frm the small tv room all the way to my parents room and my bedroom. So it'll be like our own house. Sort of like PCK style where Margaret and Chu Beng stays.&lt;br /&gt;Fahd: Kita ble tukar tukar rumah. Skejap duduk sana, skejap duduk sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;But to go thru wht's in store for us is quite hard. All the challenges tt we face in a r/s. Sometimes it just scares me.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't wanna say much. But im contented with everything i've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nites everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-3991762426574295892?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3991762426574295892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/3991762426574295892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-ho.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-1696887148835250787</id><published>2009-01-23T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:41:17.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because She'll Get Married First!</title><content type='html'>I was reading Emsie's LJ and i totally agree with her.&lt;br /&gt;Ain is definitely getting married first!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and Zul will have to make babies immediately on their first night cause their babies will probably be walking down the aisle before me as they will (aku confirm chop dulu eh) become my flower girl and best &lt;s&gt;man&lt;/s&gt; boy. Okay, that would really happen if their babies could already walk properly by the time i get married. Hehe. They'll be like 2 years old by then??? Okay perrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tables have turned, Ema. Ain (the one who hates talking abt marriage back then) is getting hitched first. I still remember her saying sarcastically to us, "bila korang da ready nak kawin baru boleh cakap eh". Cause back then, all of us loved to dream of becoming the bride, wht the hell we're gonna wear for our wedding, who'll be the bridesmaid, and bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fo' sure know tht i'll have soft curls on my wedding day. Haha. And i dun wish to tie my hair up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ema, you can wear all the 7 headbands that u bought from DIVA. Gasak kau la nak pakai macam mana, asalkan kau happy. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know when u think of marriage, you'll get excited and suddenly u get nervous and the nerve wrecking feeling will overcome every other feeling??? Well this was what happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he lay down on my lap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yay, i'm gonna get a degree in 3 yrs!&lt;br /&gt;Fahd: We'll be the SIM couple. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Me: -getting more serious- We're gonna have a gd life for us and our kids.&lt;br /&gt;Fahd: InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the moment he said tat, i started to have goosebumps. Cause he sounded more serious than me! I might be all excited and serious abt all this but 3 yrs down the road might still seem quite long for me, hence i'm still being kinda playful and not taking it seriously. And upon hearing him say things like it's not gonna be that long, really makes me all nervous. So scary!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when Ain gets married, i'll seek advice from her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, right now i'm just soo tempted to do online shopping!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-1696887148835250787?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1696887148835250787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/1696887148835250787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-shell-get-married-first.html' title='Because She&apos;ll Get Married First!'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-2043226065142618601</id><published>2009-01-21T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:31:02.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitching mood just switched on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship; Me and some of my friends learned it the hard way. Yes, we love each other and then i guess we start to argue cause we just have nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is nothing about my girls. I'm just being random. No matter how much we feel like strangling each other at times, we still do keep a look out for each other. Okay, enuf of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i've just deleted a whole chunk of bitchings cause as much as i want my rantings to be heard, i think that it's best for me to blog abt it somewhere, where only my friends can see-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i better go rant all these on my LJ because i'm starting to give the most sundal-est nak mampos perangai now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-2043226065142618601?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2043226065142618601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2043226065142618601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-6036026441441774939</id><published>2009-01-21T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:03:18.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perangai Sundal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boss: Aisha &amp;amp; Lin Zheng, due to ur hard work, we're giving u both a Citigold organiser.&lt;br /&gt;LZ: Why got one empty box here?&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Of that one is just to fill up the space so that u can put the big organiser and the small one together in one box.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmmph, cheat our feelings only.&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Eh its gold eh at the sides.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But the color of the paper looks like u keep for so long, it turned yellow sia boss.&lt;br /&gt;LZ: Why the word "Citigold" embossed here not in GOLD?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cut cost i think. Hahhaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Perangai macam sun sun sun dal.&lt;br /&gt;Boss give so many things, treat us nicely, treat company lunch here and there, still want to criticise.&lt;br /&gt;Da kutuk-kutuk, masih lagi nak jadi Citigold RM. Pegedah Esah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i finally got to read Ain's LJ. I've registered with LJ for so long but hasn't got the chance to read!&lt;br /&gt;So while reading, suddenly it hit me hard.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her and Zul, it reminds me of all the times me &amp;amp; the girls and other friends back in poly had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Paul the Bai and Ian were still in school, when the whole smoking area was like a huge club where everyone knows each other, when life at the smoking area seemed soo.... DEAD due to the new year one students coming in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just so many things that happened. And i totally miss school and my girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i've given up on calling customers (CM). Hence the blogging. Gi mampos ah. Gua da call CM from Germany but he switched off his phone. So what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i need to call a CM in London later at 5. Like in a few seconds time but to hell la. Just leave it tomorrow. Cause everytime i call this CM, he dusnt pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to reach a target to get CMs to login to this new platform and guess what? Before i even break the record for last week's login, my boss is gonna treat us Fish &amp;amp; Co. tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Life is goooooooooood at Citi.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that depends on which department ur in and who ur bosses are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok da, i want to chit chat with my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-6036026441441774939?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6036026441441774939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/6036026441441774939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/perangai-sundal.html' title='Perangai Sundal'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-2350115648142966853</id><published>2009-01-21T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:02:28.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm So Full</title><content type='html'>Holy crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so full and i feel like puking as i speak to customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my butt's getting big. It's expanding at a drastic rate. The skirt that i'm wearing now fits better!&lt;br /&gt;And i'm getting fuller. Oh u know what i mean. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo gonna dash to the ladies as soon as i hang up with this customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My temp boy has gone back for half day as he needs to settle some stuff as he's going into Dartmouth.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't be gay, Lin Zheng. Hahah. He watches Gossip Girl too. And it's a blessing to have him cause he downloads it for us and will pass around his hard drive for us to transfer to our pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U name what u want, he'll get it for u! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is giving us a treat tomorrow at Fish &amp; Co. all for our hard work! Yeah, another treat. Hmmm, can't even count how many lunch treat i have had since i started at Citi. And i just ate like a bomb in Swensens with Fahd. &lt;br /&gt;Used up the Citi Appreciation voucher my 3 bosses gave to me. So it's like 15bucks worth of voucher.&lt;br /&gt;I love Citi. Haha. But i'm still gonna leave soon, probably after March. However, somehow, i think i'll be back in a few years again when i get my degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna try out for that Citigold Select RM. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i need to peeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-2350115648142966853?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2350115648142966853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2350115648142966853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-im-so-full.html' title='Because I&apos;m So Full'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-201970480426829657</id><published>2009-01-18T13:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:23:46.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because It's Our One Month...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: Adik, there's a 40 inch lcd tv, 3 sets left. Fahd has bought one for his brother's wedding gift, you want me to buy too??&lt;br /&gt;Bro: I dont see a need for it ah actually but it you want to buy, might as well get the 42 inch.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wah?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another occasion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Adik, if u want me to repair the slight damage on the bumper just tell me, and i'll pay ok.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Ok, we change new bumper ah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wah?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This boy has seriously gotta be kidding me man. Just because kakak dia nak bayarkan, dia nak ketuk aku ni. Bukan main lagi eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has ketuk-ed me 600bucks for that DSLR. And now he wants the original bumper back and a 42 inch LCD tv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell la adik. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/1%20mth%20anniversary/96f19f3f.jpg" alt="Happy One Month" width="400" height="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Me &amp;amp; Fahd went to Downtown yesterday to play Rayman's Raving Rabbids on Wii. It was our one month anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;I've played it before at my boss's house, Fahd totally had a great time playing it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And it somehow makes me wanna get that Wii since the price has dropped to 400++ now!&lt;br /&gt;So should i???? Hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i get a "42 inch" LCD tv for the &lt;s&gt;brother&lt;/s&gt;house first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy One Month Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-201970480426829657?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/201970480426829657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/201970480426829657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-my-brother.html' title='Because It&apos;s Our One Month...'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j261/primadonna17/1%20mth%20anniversary/th_96f19f3f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906290436446164722.post-2306978141061991681</id><published>2009-01-17T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:29:28.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Baby That's The Best Of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And i hate the thought of finally being erased&lt;br /&gt;Baby that's the best of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906290436446164722-2306978141061991681?l=primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2306978141061991681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906290436446164722/posts/default/2306978141061991681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://primadonnaaisha.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-baby-thats-best-of-me.html' title='Because Baby That&apos;s The Best Of Me'/><author><name>heiress</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16825653647846242214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
