<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521</id><updated>2012-02-13T10:43:16.691+08:00</updated><category term='interview bloopers'/><category term='at WAO'/><category term='drama'/><category term='fests n holz'/><category term='gastronomical treats'/><category term='shopping delight'/><category term='The tip of my fingers'/><category term='daily scribbles'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='~ la la land ~'/><category term='newsletter'/><category term='*einstein*'/><category term='Music N Lyrics'/><category term='lazy me'/><category term='just me'/><category term='yada-yada'/><category term='thought pallete'/><category term='FriendS'/><category term='Movie buff'/><category term='college issues'/><category term='confusion'/><title type='text'>~ pallete of  thoughts;  shades of  emotions~</title><subtitle type='html'>&amp;quot;The girl i was, the lady i am &amp;amp; the woman I&amp;#39;ll become&amp;quot;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-4414424816139029632</id><published>2010-04-27T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T08:44:07.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out.</title><content type='html'>I no longer blog here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new site: http://www.snowflakesncoffee.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-4414424816139029632?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/4414424816139029632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=4414424816139029632' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/4414424816139029632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/4414424816139029632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2010/04/out.html' title='Out.'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-126594582734300341</id><published>2010-03-19T08:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T09:29:18.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fests n holz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><title type='text'>Ugadhi 2010</title><content type='html'>Last tuesday was Ugadhi, a festival celebrated by Telegus all over the globe. For those who do not  know who Telegus are, for starters, this is the language predominantly spoken in Andhra Pradesh (Hyderabad, Vizag, Puttapathi etc) in India. Over the years, the natives of Andhra have travelled far and wide, some due to the British colonization and others to find a better life and ended up in all corners of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, a 4th generation Hyderabadi in Malaysia wishing all a Belated, "Ugadhi Subakanchalu"; meaning: Happy Ugadhi. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up late, and decided on the spur of the moment that i was gonna go to temple coz i had my dance class in the evening. From then on i was on fast-forward till i went around 5 temples in Batu Caves, prayed, even managed to nab food from the offerings given (out of three pails of delicious rich food, i only manage to get one, ....but thats ok i guess considering the alt. Yikes). I managed to make it to office on time....ok no, i was 15 minutes late, but i brought sweets for everyone :)). In the afternoon, banana leaf rice with the colleagues and tea with the bf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh and in conjuction with Ugadhi, i decided to go all Telugu-ish and order an Andhra Dosa for tea, BIG MISTAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/S6LQSlvbgAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/nSKLqyekpKU/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/S6LQSlvbgAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/nSKLqyekpKU/s320/DSC00653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450147516858990594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dosa has Chilli! like a whole layer of it...Imagine biting into cili-padi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my 2010 Ugadhi celebration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-126594582734300341?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/126594582734300341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=126594582734300341' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/126594582734300341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/126594582734300341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2010/03/ugadhi-2010.html' title='Ugadhi 2010'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/S6LQSlvbgAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/nSKLqyekpKU/s72-c/DSC00653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-8787020163529195739</id><published>2010-03-14T12:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:11:27.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>buzz</title><content type='html'>So i've completed my undergraduate. I'm graduating in a months time and i'm already thinking and looking up Universities to do my Psy. D. Out of the many schools that participated in the Study USA fair (Le Meridian, Kuala Lumpur) only one, ONE had what i was looking for. Imagine my luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week there's a study in UK fair in KL Convention Center. I'll have to go check there as well when all i wanna do on a weekend is laze at home or disturb the boyf while he is hardworking-ly helping the family business :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if i get a place there or anyway overseas for that matter, I'll still have to looks for sponsorships or assistance of some kind. :( Long way more, and I'm dearly hoping that the more i conceive it in my mind, and the more i want it, it'll materialize soon.  Basically that's what Kiran the new girl at WAO told us (Di &amp; Me) that we should do if we wanted anything. The LAW OF ATTRACTION she says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes Kiran, i'm thinking about it alright every waking moment. Lets see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for the best,&lt;br /&gt;Pu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, some guy from the Vet Dept suggested that we should eat stray dog meat to reduce the amount of strays.(WTH??!!) I'm not gonna even write what i think about that as i think that the three letters above is more than enough for a totally insensitive statement like that. and again, WTH?????!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit:http://www.mmail.com.my/content/30043-why-not-eat-dogs for more stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/S5xv6yzG7HI/AAAAAAAAAWc/NtiayZlZluY/s1600-h/sadpup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/S5xv6yzG7HI/AAAAAAAAAWc/NtiayZlZluY/s320/sadpup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448352705070689394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-8787020163529195739?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/8787020163529195739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=8787020163529195739' title='101 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8787020163529195739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8787020163529195739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2010/03/buzz.html' title='buzz'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/S5xv6yzG7HI/AAAAAAAAAWc/NtiayZlZluY/s72-c/sadpup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>101</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-3902986398823377123</id><published>2010-03-11T09:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:54:15.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fests n holz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><title type='text'>22nd and still counting</title><content type='html'>more than a week after my birthday and the celebrations have just ended =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 1st: My 22nd year =) it felt just like any other day, and i thought this must be what it's like growing up. (and i didn't like it one bit!) the fact that my boyf. wasn't in town and my friends couldn't all make it for a meeting on that day didn't help either.  But one teeny fact made the day so special.....and believe me when i say tiny,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/S5hHoWmZHMI/AAAAAAAAAWM/V4UaXWD6K2w/s1600-h/DSC06245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/S5hHoWmZHMI/AAAAAAAAAWM/V4UaXWD6K2w/s320/DSC06245.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447182507891563714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was actually close to tears when it was time to go back...awwww. he kept pestering the mom to come back with us. sweetnesss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 4th: The Narcissistic Indulgers outing =D. Good food in chillies, dessert in TGIF and the TGIF crew singing a song that i could'nt decipher what it meant. Always count on your friends to do things that you specifically tell them not to! haha...but it was fun and a different experience; what with blowing the candle from a feet away and getting coerced to sing and dance. this was followed by watchin American Idol in yuv's place and a late night chatter before sleepin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 5th: The colleagues got me a cake, vegetarian carrot cake. So while the kids were going on and on with the birthday song (i swear they were on rerun-mode!), i dug into the cake =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i thought the celebrations were all over, and i would forever feel the pinch that i could not spend a day with the boyf for my first birthday since hooking up, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 11: I was working till 10pm and thought it's gonna be just another night, bath, eat and sleep. and since i always talk to my boyf on my way back from work, he act said this, "drive slowly, i miss u. talk to me longer" as usual, being how very unsuspecting i am, i just took it as it is. i reached home and my mom was wearing jeans at 10.30pm. she managed to give an excuse and i bought it (i know, silly). and then as i stepped in, there he was, dozen of white roses and all. and all the friends and cousin. SUPRISE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was so shocked that i was shaking and i din know how to react which act made me look like i wasn't surprised at all. haha....it was a nice night and everyone went back at 12 ish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i can look back and say, i had a great 22nd. a bit spread out but nevertheless memorable =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/S5hNDxmW7mI/AAAAAAAAAWU/A_fxnpZmVjU/s1600-h/DSC00643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/S5hNDxmW7mI/AAAAAAAAAWU/A_fxnpZmVjU/s320/DSC00643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447188476553784930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-3902986398823377123?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/3902986398823377123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=3902986398823377123' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/3902986398823377123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/3902986398823377123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2010/03/22nd-and-still-counting.html' title='22nd and still counting'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/S5hHoWmZHMI/AAAAAAAAAWM/V4UaXWD6K2w/s72-c/DSC06245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-7107927320904541873</id><published>2010-02-19T07:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T07:58:31.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fests n holz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><title type='text'>Lovestruck</title><content type='html'>Happy POST chinese new year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CNY plus Valentines was so awesome that i practically feel like i'm floating in the air! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are what some ppl have to say about the latest turn of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yuv:&lt;/span&gt; When are you going to get out of your luvstruck stage? (when i forgot that she turned 23 last month, and I act stayed over with her that very night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ahmed:&lt;/span&gt; jus coz u got a boyfriend doesnt mean u forget ur hypothetical ones..whats wrong with u??..lol..hw the hell have u been? i'm sure u r havin a ball of a time..filed with idealistic romance..lakeside lovemaking..lol..tell me all abt it.. (on me failing to IM him for almost a month)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Uncle:&lt;/span&gt; You should have an in-built phone (on me always hanging on the phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Aunt:&lt;/span&gt; It's an addiction i tell you! almost a disease (on me SMS's without looking at the phone + non stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Dad:&lt;/span&gt; Yea laaa now you got someone you x layan me already (cause i din call him for a week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Mom:&lt;/span&gt; You just went on a date, why are you hanging on the phone with him? what DO you guys talk about? (on me being on the phone after getting back from a date)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt; When people know you're in a relationship (after a long gap) everything you do (or in my case DON'T) becomes automatically BECAUSE you're dopey eyed and lovestruck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defense,..... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nevermind...forget it&lt;/span&gt;, it's a no-win argument :P&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll just have to outgrow the phase, till then &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BLAME IT ON LOVE&lt;/span&gt; people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I never thought lovestruck and me would go in the same sentence....till now ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-7107927320904541873?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/7107927320904541873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=7107927320904541873' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7107927320904541873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7107927320904541873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2010/02/lovestruck.html' title='Lovestruck'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-1798549899311348970</id><published>2010-01-30T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:09:28.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>Child Abduction</title><content type='html'>Read it: Two women lose babies despite legal custody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.malaysianbar.org.my/legal/general_news/two_women_lose_babies_despite_legal_custody.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get a black-and-white, court-certified, law-abiding document and still you're not guaranteed justice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously??!! what are we turning into? and What are the tax-payers tolerating? If you're paying for something, you are and should be entitled to optimum service. So the mother and grandmother have lost their children due to the negligence of certain parties. What next? Who's gonna pay the price? How is this going to be rectified? or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;IS IT&lt;/span&gt; going to be rectified? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, whose gonna be responsible for these mothers' plight?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read up, Speak up and Wise up coz you could be the next  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Farah&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Santhakumari.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-1798549899311348970?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/1798549899311348970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=1798549899311348970' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1798549899311348970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1798549899311348970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2010/01/child-abduction.html' title='Child Abduction'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-522630013664516091</id><published>2010-01-30T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:51:26.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><title type='text'>just another Thaipusam</title><content type='html'>My first year NOT going to Batu Caves for Thaipusam. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, my grandma's knee op went fine. Yaay!!&lt;br /&gt;She's now feeling lotsa pain on her operated knee and also needs to endure physiotherapy for god-knows-how-long. She's a pretty strong woman, my grandma. I know she'll be walking again in no time, but it's all the others that are worried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care-taker stress kicking in to all of them. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**ok happy thoughts!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle is coming back from Qatar on Tuesday!! =D&lt;br /&gt;And the boyf is going to see the mom on Monday. I'm a bundle of nerves though i don't show it. I really hope everything goes on fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! I'm not getting married, that'll be a good 7-9 years more. but for now, i'm having fun every day and i'm going to sleep with huge smiles plastered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the L.O.V.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahxxx!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-522630013664516091?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/522630013664516091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=522630013664516091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/522630013664516091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/522630013664516091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-another-thaipusam.html' title='just another Thaipusam'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-7376921539315142569</id><published>2010-01-28T15:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:02:23.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>The Fish</title><content type='html'>I'm here to tell you a story of a fish. Not just any fish, but a gold fish, living in a pond with 9 japanese coys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the owner noticed something was off with the fish. It was growing at an abnormal rate, in an abnormal way. she could almost see the veins on it's stomach! Expanded to the point of bursting! So the owner worried and fretted till it consumed all of her thoughts for the entire day. She sat by the pond just looking at the fish feeling helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she calls the 'pond man' and he says maybe it's eating too much. cut the food supply (they can feed on the left over debris of food). The owner does that. = no difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the owner thinks it's pregnant, and she fusses over the fish trying to make a comfortable spot for it to lay eggs. (HAHAHA!)I tried to help, of course and gave her suggestions on which plant to pull out of our mother's garden, and also told her which rock in the pond to put it behind. but apparently thats not help enough (sheesh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few days, no eggs, no babies and still big fat fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the owner's mother decides to call the 'pond-man' and he comes and says that the fish is suffering from a terminal illness. All the owner could do now is wait and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, owner comes down and after taking a peek at the pond screams, "Gone it's dead! it's finished" The pond was red. The owner's mom had actually put in a pond-tonic (to make it clean or sumn. Hahaha! the fish was still alive. but the owner was laughed at the whole day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, finally the gold fish has past away. Let me save the "HOW did it die". Believe me you don't wanna know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is happening to your fish, IT's NOT preggers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/S2FDmHvTUQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/YsShoh7046E/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/S2FDmHvTUQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/YsShoh7046E/s320/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431696947777065218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/S2FDwW-claI/AAAAAAAAAV8/vqtTtWy1eJM/s1600-h/DSC00581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/S2FDwW-claI/AAAAAAAAAV8/vqtTtWy1eJM/s320/DSC00581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431697123665810850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/S2FEHJ_qD9I/AAAAAAAAAWE/bxzCs4-HTdk/s1600-h/DSC00584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/S2FEHJ_qD9I/AAAAAAAAAWE/bxzCs4-HTdk/s320/DSC00584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431697515318218706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;Gold Fish &lt;br /&gt;2009-1010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-7376921539315142569?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/7376921539315142569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=7376921539315142569' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7376921539315142569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7376921539315142569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2010/01/fish.html' title='The Fish'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/S2FDmHvTUQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/YsShoh7046E/s72-c/DSC00580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-3611215530329805983</id><published>2010-01-13T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:42:04.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><title type='text'>!@$#%^$%&amp;&amp;*^</title><content type='html'>I've had many things on my mind this last coupla' days. &lt;br /&gt;Some good, some funny, some bad and yes downright stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to those who care, yes it's official! :) i'm elated and 2010 already looks better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-3611215530329805983?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/3611215530329805983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=3611215530329805983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/3611215530329805983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/3611215530329805983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='!@$#%^$%&amp;&amp;*^'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-49176763223571164</id><published>2010-01-02T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T09:49:18.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><title type='text'>Notification</title><content type='html'>Due to my gatal-tanganess, i fidgeted with the settings and have lost all your blog addresses to link on my page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could all of you, (u know who you are :P) send me your links at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;puveshini@wao.org.my&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really sorry for the trouble and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-49176763223571164?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/49176763223571164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=49176763223571164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/49176763223571164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/49176763223571164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2010/01/notification.html' title='Notification'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-943895143540385230</id><published>2010-01-01T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T11:41:46.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fests n holz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>To 2010</title><content type='html'>1st of Jan 2010. I finally have some time alone in front of the computer away from the prying eyes of managers and family members. As i look back i realize that 2009 has been a pretty eventful year and i personally look forward to 2010 for more such experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...wrapping up 2009, this is recap of the year and also my wish list for 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The past year witnessed my transition from a student to the employment field. From old friends to new ones, breaking free from old believes and adopting new ones and also experiences that shattered my ego and made me realize that rough patches teach you to appreciate and be thankful for your blessings. In short, I've grown as a person and although I'll still consider myself WIP, I'm happy with the progress so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WISH-LIST 2010:&lt;/span&gt; To continue growing and learning and living with all my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friends:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've kept my old friends and also made new ones. My affiliation with WAO has exposed me to a new array of people with similar sentiments and believes about my area of work and it has been really rewarding; feels almost like homecoming. As for the old ones, they'll always be the ones i let my guard down with, the ones i get to LOL and be really stupid and at times blur. ;) To my reaaaaalllllyy old friends, we've survived for more than 10 years, i don't see what'll stop us now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WISH-LIST:&lt;/span&gt; To meet and spend time with friends old and new more often without letting work get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Family: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The number is still the same, the people are older, but still rocking. Always a bundle of support and nerves ( they think TOO much). Thanks for letting me make my own decisions then and now AND more importantly for having faith in them and me. Even when I don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WISH LIST:&lt;/span&gt; To have more patience and be more appreciative of each and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Education:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;After 14 years of hitting the books, I finally graduated with a Bachelors (HON) in Psychology. I've said it before and I'll say it again, Psychology has not only been a field of study but it has molded me into the person I am today. It makes up my believes, my interaction, my observation of others, my philosophy of LIFE etc. Almost a religion. For that i thank my lecturers, tutors, and friends who stuck by me through it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WISH-LIST:&lt;/span&gt; To expose myself to diverse areas of study and spread the knowledge around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Work:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Definitely a dream come through. For a girl who spoke about equal rights and practically adored WAO, finding a job there after a very memorable and esteem-boosting interview session with the director, president and manager, seriously..what more could i ask for? It's a great stepping stone and I've met victims, survivors, helpers, activists and all sorts of other people that everyday is not like the last. Work has given me an opp to sponge up information from all areas that interest me and has allowed me to make a difference. From counseling victims, public speaking, report writing, to receiving thank you drawings from kids and events; I know I've been blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WISH-LIST:&lt;/span&gt; To gain as much experiences has i can before i move on to my Full time Masters Program. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've learnt that sometimes you just have to switch off your mind and trust your heart and have faith that everything will turn out fine. To all of you that have been tirelessly listening (and teasing me!) thank you for your time. And to YOU, the cause of it all....thanks for being honest and patient. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WISH-LIST:&lt;/span&gt; To take every day as it comes and Living every minute to its fullest. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great 2010 everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-943895143540385230?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/943895143540385230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=943895143540385230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/943895143540385230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/943895143540385230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-2010.html' title='To 2010'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-2671193992730900422</id><published>2009-12-31T13:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:53:49.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><title type='text'>a day in 2009</title><content type='html'>yes i've been busy. my F**king internet is down at home. and i've got a new hobby :) and it's HIM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially 3/4 in a relationship..ok make that 1/2....oh god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Is it normal for people to get cold feet just to be in a relationship???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;word of advise:&lt;/span&gt; prolly not a good idea to tell your over-protective-capable-of-killing-people-who-hurt-you kinda family everything about your would-be/might-be bf.&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't having cold feet d, they'll make you have one!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's the reason you love them ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Is it just me or 2010 just looks like it's gonna be an awesome year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-2671193992730900422?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/2671193992730900422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=2671193992730900422' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2671193992730900422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2671193992730900422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-in-2009.html' title='a day in 2009'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-6439284774776603293</id><published>2009-12-16T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:26:17.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>blaque &amp; white</title><content type='html'>I just met a client who is of the same age as me. As i'm sitting in front of her, lookin into her eyes and trying to make sense of the pain and suffering that they have witnessed all these years, i can't help feeling sorry for all the things she could have been. if only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents separated and she was forced to stay with a relative who stopped her from going to school and made her do all the house hold chores while their own kids went to school. Typical Cinderella-syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as easily as that, i could have been her. Memories of my parents getting a divorce keeps flooding back to me and it must be the sign of what a good parent my mom is that i never once felt the pain and negative reactions of a broken family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divorces are ugly. I see that NOW. Especially when parents let their children suffer as a result of their choices. I'm grateful that i wasn't subjected to that.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And i'm thankful that i came out great and with my emotions and self worth intact. Not forgetting the memorable and eventful journey i've had growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-6439284774776603293?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/6439284774776603293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=6439284774776603293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/6439284774776603293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/6439284774776603293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/12/blaque-white.html' title='blaque &amp; white'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-6463888780200464559</id><published>2009-12-15T08:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:12:09.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>Like seriously?!</title><content type='html'>I'm a thinker. I guess I've always been. I micro analyze everything whether its boys or toys. And very so often i find my self not living the moment but contemplating the future that will be shaped by the choices i make today.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I Always thought that when you're meant to be with someone, the first time you meet them, its gonna be magic. Then it progresses. But really, there's no evidence for this (besides the media). Think about it, does everyone feel magic when they meet the person that, leave alone getting married, they wanna date? No they probably don't. But still, we. I. don't progress with people coz it just doesn't feel right. So much so that i'm unclear of whether the prob's in me or them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my real prob is the dating system here. We don't date, get to know and THEN fall in love. It happens backwards. And i x like that. How do you fall for someone without knowing them?? If i wanna get to know them and don't like what i find out, it's my fault as well. Like seriously!! WTH? If i just date without actually being in love, I'm perceived as cheap. Or worst, the guy thinks i'm playing him out. I don't get them to buy me dinners or expensive gifts coz I am in fact truly financially independant . But still i guess some people might think it's wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day I just wanna have fun and seriously i don't give a shit anymore. If that makes me cheap. Then maybe i am. So...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-6463888780200464559?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/6463888780200464559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=6463888780200464559' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/6463888780200464559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/6463888780200464559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/12/like-seriously.html' title='Like seriously?!'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-1542368432587519032</id><published>2009-12-08T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:30:31.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fests n holz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the interview was aired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was scarier than the interview!but all was good, my MOM is a celebrity now (yea i knw!) she got more calls than me.. but that's probably because how many of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; friends would watch the tamil news anyway???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is another day at work, and i have piles and piles of case reports to write and annual gathering is this weekend, plus Ivy's X-mas party next weekend AND i want to make time for my friends, those around and those who just came back from diff parts of the world. Sigh! So much to do, So little time and only ONE me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digi has something against me. It's official! I keep getting my cdt cut way too much even if it's FnF. WTH?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch couple's retreat, new moon and ninja assassin. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Any takers??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm smelling christmas in the air ppl. Gosh! i love this time of the year =))and i've just been made secret santa for our christmas party. any ideas ppl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-1542368432587519032?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/1542368432587519032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=1542368432587519032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1542368432587519032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1542368432587519032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/12/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-4999919822934188659</id><published>2009-12-03T12:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:57:13.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='at WAO'/><title type='text'>Proud Thursday</title><content type='html'>it was a very wet and gloomy morning while i was driving to work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not to mention *boleh-mati* kinda jam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its Almost 1 and my spirits are up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not coz its almost lunch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT coz *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gave an interview with a RTM tamil news-person (say what!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tamil was.....&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ok la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i din use any obscene direct translation *like i did during practice sessions with the coleagues- and caused them to ROFL!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for that alone, i deserve a BIG BIG BIG pat on the back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sungguh bangga rasanya =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy thursday ppl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-4999919822934188659?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/4999919822934188659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=4999919822934188659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/4999919822934188659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/4999919822934188659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/12/proud-thursday.html' title='Proud Thursday'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-3731599177611449465</id><published>2009-11-26T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T10:19:22.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>ticking away</title><content type='html'>i can feel it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right there in the middle of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting to come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not look it, No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it keeps getting stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at any moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it might explode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u may be wounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still ............,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-3731599177611449465?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/3731599177611449465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=3731599177611449465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/3731599177611449465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/3731599177611449465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/11/ticking-away.html' title='ticking away'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-461235117777228541</id><published>2009-11-24T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:08:10.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>My Life so far</title><content type='html'>Today was as interesting as any day can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I almost fainted in the counseling room after listening to a client describe her injuries.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not mistaken, the word that set off a series of bio-chemical reactions that finally forced me to sit with my head in my hands was "BLOOD". &lt;br /&gt;And like that wasn't bad enough, my client came out and announced, "She (me) pening d after listening to me". And my colleagues laughed and laughed and......LAUGHED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tom i'm being de-briefed by a psychologist! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Aanantha from THR raaga called and since the only other Tamil speaking Social Worker was out to lunch, so guess who's appearing for a 5-min WAO-promoting stint on air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervousness giler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I agreed to emcee for the Annual Gathering (WTH!) i'll be fine now, wait till the day, i'll b a bag of nerves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Me with my BIG mouth, told my colleague that i would like to do presentations and talks, without knowing there's one on thurs. Now, i might have to do that talk. &lt;br /&gt;so soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Lots of she says, s(he) says down in the shelter and nobody seems to be admitting their mistakes. The Result??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed staff and a happy panel psychologist :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Never a dull moment eh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-461235117777228541?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/461235117777228541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=461235117777228541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/461235117777228541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/461235117777228541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-life-so-far.html' title='My Life so far'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-6658246811210768203</id><published>2009-11-16T21:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:53:40.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping delight'/><title type='text'>Chic &amp; Cute</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday was the Chic Charity Event in Zouk KL; In aid of Women's Aid Organization. &lt;br /&gt;And so Arrienne, Di and I were there from 11am to 6pm (on a Sunday! i know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, we didn't manage to sell much merchandises but what ever we did sell was unexpected sales as well, so all's good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was actually a bunch of e-boutiques coming off9 to sell their stuff. and we even had S.W.A.G (Stuff.We.All.Get) aka freebies at the entrance and RM5.50 (dies!) burgers near the entrance, plus loud music, chill-to-the-bone air conditioning and lots of irresponsible lung-cancer causing smoking. In short it was like clubbing minus the dance and make-up plus loads of awesome goodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my $$ on a cute baby-tee, a dove-charmed bracelet and a really beautiful peacock feather inspired hairband (such a steal!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SwFVx_Rwh5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/Ozfq-SYU2g4/s1600/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SwFVx_Rwh5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/Ozfq-SYU2g4/s320/DSC00535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404695345109174162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i mentioned I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sucker for charms?&lt;/span&gt; they had 3D snowflakes, cute Santas, Doves,  Angels, mistletoe, christmas trees, shells, stars etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My peacock feather inspired hairband &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SwFW3L16F1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/k8cOqbPpNwc/s1600/DSC00537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SwFW3L16F1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/k8cOqbPpNwc/s320/DSC00537.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404696533892994898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dove charm bracelet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SwFXPrRzAvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/EZBDgQTjRbo/s1600/DSC00540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SwFXPrRzAvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/EZBDgQTjRbo/s320/DSC00540.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404696954648330994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**On second thoughts, it's too big for my hand, maybe i'll substitute it with my fairy charm and hang this dove in my car. Yup! now all i have to do is get the Chains,Bracelets+Anklet lady to fix it for me.hhhmmmmm**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, Uma made me in charge of the gifts for teenage girls(Annual Gathering), and I've decided to get them all earrings :))))))&lt;br /&gt;So yours truly is gonna shop for 30 pairs of dazzling,gorgeous, traffic-stopping earrings soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See..., work aint depressing all the time *smiles broadly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna loan me their Harry Potter set?? Wanna read againnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-6658246811210768203?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/6658246811210768203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=6658246811210768203' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/6658246811210768203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/6658246811210768203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/11/chic-cute.html' title='Chic &amp; Cute'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SwFVx_Rwh5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/Ozfq-SYU2g4/s72-c/DSC00535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-6984153241581083787</id><published>2009-11-14T12:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:35:40.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The tip of my fingers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>My Constitution</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the Launching of the Bar Council's MyConstitution Campaign. With a row of talented, intellectual, and dare-to-speak-my-mind-kinda speakers it was totally  informative, truthful and yea very blunt , frank and totally void of sugar-coating = kick-ass! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sv4-ilIvnRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/6sLxq6eHAlY/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sv4-ilIvnRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/6sLxq6eHAlY/s320/DSC00534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403825366696434962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is basically a campaign to educate the public on the importance of the Constitution, Our Constitution and not just what it is, but also what it contains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We let the politicians feed us &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;their &lt;/span&gt;version of the constitution and we follow it blindly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We let ourselves be governed by a new type of colonialism by our very own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We signed away our freedom to live and let live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these a product of our ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND because of our false assumption that the constitution is a document only for law practitioners, we are not bothered that The Malaysian Constitution has gone through 500 amendments in 52 years! (America is still in it's 13th). If we continue to let it happen, it'll soon loose the true spirit in which it was first made by our fore-fathers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, the constitution is a legal document that decides the type of country we live in, the powers that the government has and a way to limit that powers.It is (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;contrary to what we were made to believe&lt;/span&gt;) a universal document that does not aim to create a 2-tiered community that we, the people, have been used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Constitution underlines my right to live my life, the way i want to and also allows me to grant my neighbor the same privileges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the current campaign by the Bar Council aims at allowing this Document to be accessible and comprehensible to every, EVERY citizen of Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;yes! This includes the mamak anne, chinese rice uncle, nasi lemak mak cik and also the Mr.,Mrs., Datin. Datuk. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go Download your copy of the constitution at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.perlembagaanku.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.perlembagaanku.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also be a Fan of the MyConstitution campaign on Facebook or be a Tweet. Links to be found in the Website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sv4_vbYQ7rI/AAAAAAAAAVM/fJZvlbsXRZQ/s1600-h/DSC00533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sv4_vbYQ7rI/AAAAAAAAAVM/fJZvlbsXRZQ/s320/DSC00533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403826686927105714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your Constitution, Love Malaysia. =)My&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-6984153241581083787?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/6984153241581083787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=6984153241581083787' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/6984153241581083787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/6984153241581083787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-constitution.html' title='My Constitution'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sv4-ilIvnRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/6sLxq6eHAlY/s72-c/DSC00534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-5330342147077273493</id><published>2009-11-14T12:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:55:09.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FriendS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><title type='text'>Food+Girls+Shopping+Rain</title><content type='html'>Thursday brought with it the expectation of seeing my girlz again *smiles broadly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i started work i haven't actually been hanging out as much as i would love to, so ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch in Kausi and waiting for the *heavy* rain to stop, you would think that we would head home. NO! we sent dev back and went window-shopping in Blook!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what it starts raining heavier than before and we are stuck there, go Mcd la. Eat again, keep pushing the cup to one another for refills (we are all lazy like that (;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sv42WpCvI0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/JA-IGbwVqf0/s1600-h/DSC00653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sv42WpCvI0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/JA-IGbwVqf0/s320/DSC00653.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403816365493527362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sv42n6LZI2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/8D3CNdtGS9c/s1600-h/DSC00656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sv42n6LZI2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/8D3CNdtGS9c/s320/DSC00656.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403816662151013218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we wanted a pic of all of us together, got creative and Ta-DA!(after manyyy attempts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sv43IMLHQgI/AAAAAAAAAU0/PmS2s_GfEEs/s1600-h/DSC00661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sv43IMLHQgI/AAAAAAAAAU0/PmS2s_GfEEs/s320/DSC00661.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403817216737493506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**If you're planning on stabilizing a phone camera on a wobbly handbag, be ready to pose gazillion times till you get a non-retard looking photo of everyone**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-5330342147077273493?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/5330342147077273493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=5330342147077273493' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5330342147077273493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5330342147077273493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/11/foodgirlsshopping.html' title='Food+Girls+Shopping+Rain'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sv42WpCvI0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/JA-IGbwVqf0/s72-c/DSC00653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-8472621538871387784</id><published>2009-11-14T12:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:01:01.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>bodoh</title><content type='html'>Do you need proof that sometimes (some) people are just plain stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sv40PKWs9OI/AAAAAAAAAUc/kBC2IIsFb74/s1600-h/DSC00532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sv40PKWs9OI/AAAAAAAAAUc/kBC2IIsFb74/s320/DSC00532.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403814037973431522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the guy on the bike on your far left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is looped by tyres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, he tries to swerve in and out of afternoon traffic near Taman Paramount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mati ok Jugak, If become OKU, anak bini cam mane?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Brains la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-8472621538871387784?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/8472621538871387784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=8472621538871387784' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8472621538871387784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8472621538871387784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/11/bodoh.html' title='bodoh'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sv40PKWs9OI/AAAAAAAAAUc/kBC2IIsFb74/s72-c/DSC00532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-5153385096973275292</id><published>2009-11-11T11:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:00:55.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='~ la la land ~'/><title type='text'>Love you too :)</title><content type='html'>i love changing my desktop picture at work.&lt;br /&gt;It's always pictures of me, my family or my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw Uma's desktop, it was really plain with a tiny box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; why so plain? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Uma:&lt;/span&gt; look closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw it.., &lt;br /&gt;the box had quotes. motivating, heart-warming, feel good quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i bertekad to get my own quotation desktop picture;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found the perfect one for me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt; motivating, heart-warming and feel good&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Svo12a2ihjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/RC6YDAjShDk/s1600-h/sesame-street-elmo-loves-you-print-c12204840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Svo12a2ihjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/RC6YDAjShDk/s320/sesame-street-elmo-loves-you-print-c12204840.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402689912021616178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwww...cutenesss.&lt;br /&gt;I HEART U ELMO!!&lt;br /&gt;nice kan my desktop *motivating* picture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-5153385096973275292?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/5153385096973275292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=5153385096973275292' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5153385096973275292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5153385096973275292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-you-too.html' title='Love you too :)'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Svo12a2ihjI/AAAAAAAAAUU/RC6YDAjShDk/s72-c/sesame-street-elmo-loves-you-print-c12204840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-9055439265203045385</id><published>2009-11-10T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:51:00.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-9055439265203045385?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/9055439265203045385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=9055439265203045385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/9055439265203045385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='just me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Friday the 5th</title><content type='html'>A friend sent me this today.Since i'm born on MArch 1st; teal is my color (apparently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEAL&lt;br /&gt;You are mostly interested in your looks &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;go ahead make me sound shallow; like everyone else isn't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And have high standards in picking love &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(explains so many things)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You think and make a solution precisely, and hardly make stupid mistakes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(yeaa riteee&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. You like to lead, and is easy for you to make new friends &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(really???)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuan-tuan dan puan-puan, example orang terlalu free pada pagi hari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*my language teachers migt die of stroke if they read this*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's watching "the time traveller's wife" tonight =)&lt;br /&gt;Tidak Boleh Tunggu! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-7809650692105017373?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/7809650692105017373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=7809650692105017373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7809650692105017373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7809650692105017373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-5th.html' title='Friday the 5th'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-2282946661346596808</id><published>2009-11-04T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:34:19.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping delight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>Aduhai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Choices. Options.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people always say they want more of these? People start up franchises, add pages to their menus, stock up on many, MANY things all based on the belief that people love having choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely loathe-macam-nak-mati it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's confusing, time-consuming, too much of effort and doesn't even come with a guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I hate going to Chillies and turning pages after pages of food without knowing what to choose while the waiter taps his notepad impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I hate going to stores and being handed down a budget to work under; while having gazillion dresses waiting for you to make up your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(not to mention waiting for the line at the dressing room, hoping that the other girl doesn't take the baju you like, dealing with the looks from your bored family; who will eventually swear never to come out with you again, praying the baju will suit your body and your pocket)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I hate walking in Body Shop and being mesmerized with their &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pelbagai&lt;/span&gt; collection while having the nosy salesperson stick to you like your shadow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, the problem is I'm very intuitive; i work on instincts and the Heart. And i truly believe..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shopping is like falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see something, You have to have the initial attraction, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should feel your heart sinking when you leave it in the shop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it conquers your thoughts every waking moment, You dream about your future together, The places you'll go, the people you'll meet, who'll admire and stare till their eyes pop out &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(all while you're still in the mall OR some times after you've left)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart skips when you see it again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your heart beats faster when you walk towards it to finally make it yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this before someone else snatches it away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have this connection that only you understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i have TOO- many choices, I get TOO-stressed and end up falling in LOVE with A LOT of stuff ($$$$ issue) OR HATING it all.Either way, I sedih =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom thinks shopping can be done quick and easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I still love Shopping and i found my shopping-philosophy twin; Di! The odds people!&lt;br /&gt;the odds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-2282946661346596808?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/2282946661346596808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=2282946661346596808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2282946661346596808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2282946661346596808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/11/aduhai.html' title='Aduhai!'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-5427863556948236336</id><published>2009-11-04T19:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:02:29.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>=_=</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be a sad day for me &amp; shereen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will with heavy hearts bury our dreams of seeing Beyonce perform Live &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(in the near future).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will return our tickets and wait for the cheque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will snap ourselves back to reality; The concert is ........&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*i can't say it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i sat in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i switched on my *hot pink* i-Pod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1&gt; Ave Maria: Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;2&gt; Halo: Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;3&gt; Flaws &amp; All: Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Okayyyy that's weird. Give it one more song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4&gt; Dejavu: Beyonce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5&gt; Irreplaceable: Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; OMG! the Irony of it all. The Universe has a message for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i flip my Pod. The shuffle button is off!=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But STILL... the chances of it playing B first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-5427863556948236336?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/5427863556948236336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=5427863556948236336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5427863556948236336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5427863556948236336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='=_='/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-1371157284869479033</id><published>2009-11-03T20:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:55:06.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>Guarantee for life?</title><content type='html'>*for the umpteenth time*&lt;br /&gt;I love my job. talking to people and making them see the tough-stuff that makes up their core gives me immense satisfaction. It truly does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...,&lt;br /&gt;It is also very depressing at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age i am and I'm guessing most of my friends reading this are, we often look at our world through lilac pink (coz i like it better than rose :P) lenses and dream of a lifetime of love, undying loyalty and the ability to look back in our old age and see a family complete with children, grandchildren and by god's grace, great-grand children all happy and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday I'm bombarded with people who once had these same dreams as you and i; being subjected to all kinds of heartache that many of us have only read about. There's no guarantee that the guy who seems to be the love of our life now will remain that guy 20 years, 10 years or even 1 year down the road. If its only the relationship that breaks, it's still fine but more often than not, they lose a big part of themselves,who they are, their identity, their faith in life and what it has to offer, and their beliefs. On top of that they have a string of children to tend to, zero bank balance, no shelter or food. and the guy, well he is off marrying someone else or busy building up his life somewhere. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*this is the worst of scenarios*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's always the possibility &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*tiniest as ever as it may be*&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that this can happen to anyone of us. to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that scares me. it really does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again life doesn't come with any guarantees does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I sat one seat away from MarinaM at a Bar Council seminar. And IvyJ (my Boss) introduced us; hands and all. I kept a straight-face throughout and after we were seated i was like ZOMG!!! to Di (my colleague) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-1371157284869479033?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/1371157284869479033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=1371157284869479033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1371157284869479033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1371157284869479033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/11/guarantee-for-life.html' title='Guarantee for life?'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-6242178221691805541</id><published>2009-10-29T08:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:51:02.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><title type='text'>Better hope it's in English</title><content type='html'>it's 8.35 am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just walked 15 minutes through unkept backyards, downhill between concrete walls, crossed a road, walked a long (LONG!) stretch of houses, thought i was gonna be chased by 4 stray dogs (who were minding their business, fumbled with the office keys and finally! sitting at my desk, alone in this office of 7;listening to Miley Cyrus-Climb, hhhmmm.... how very appropriate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my green tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet is sore. Damn them white shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking if a resident has given birth yet (she had contractions while i was still around, last night...YIKES!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering where on earth Sungai Besi is and how totally uncool (AND UNsexy) is it to tell people "I'm from Parit Buntar" LMAO!!!God bless parit-buntarians :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Halloween this Sat. Anyone have plans that don't involve me going out to get an outfit? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wait...did I just say that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my salary in yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an entire family to shop for. Checklist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a while, i'll see the kids jumping up and down outside the office door and i'll know my day has begun ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-6242178221691805541?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/6242178221691805541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=6242178221691805541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/6242178221691805541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/6242178221691805541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/10/better-hope-its-in-english.html' title='Better hope it&apos;s in English'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-2636401435185873287</id><published>2009-10-24T21:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:09:33.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FriendS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><title type='text'>உப்டடேஸ்!</title><content type='html'>gosh! after a tiring week and post-diwali fatness, i"m finally blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;Hope u guys had a awesome Diwali, i know mine was =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially eating meat again *yaay!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first and i would like to think successful child counseling session, and a follow=up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first adult counseling, which my colleagues teased was more like a gossip session coz the client was vibrant, loud and all willing to share. Interesting personalities i tell u!&lt;br /&gt;Not a day is boring here in the Refuge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know we always here of people having weird name spellings because the JPN or Hospital staff misspelled it, well news flash: apparently they can even miss-look *wait for it* GENDER! WTHHHH???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh! Malaysia 'memang' Boleh la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri nite was spent in Zouk. Vinod's 24th Birthday. Finally after so long was clubbing again, but music sucked. Company was good tho, and of coz it was a friend's birthday..So mesti go kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SuMJlGb2nrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XL3DvJUOxN4/s1600-h/IMGP2477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SuMJlGb2nrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XL3DvJUOxN4/s320/IMGP2477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396167311507234482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even met some new friends, Jan, Sandra and Meghaa (whose not in the pics...sowie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SuMJ9TWWiBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/mkgNRV_jy9g/s1600-h/IMGP2481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SuMJ9TWWiBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/mkgNRV_jy9g/s320/IMGP2481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396167727290681362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while Vinod entertained guests, we entertained ourselves *as usual i knw!* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW i'm sick :( And tom got conference on Domestic Migrant Workers.&lt;br /&gt;Die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-2636401435185873287?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/2636401435185873287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=2636401435185873287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2636401435185873287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2636401435185873287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='உப்டடேஸ்!'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SuMJlGb2nrI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XL3DvJUOxN4/s72-c/IMGP2477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-6025508137846851901</id><published>2009-10-15T09:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:06:19.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fests n holz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>Woofie doo</title><content type='html'>why are there so many cats in malaysia? ok i seriously x care about other parts of the country, but why selangor? why PJ? why Gombak??? WHY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i almost ran over a cat coz it stops when i stop and exactly when i press the accelerator, chooses to run across. Bodoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a cat-hater, i do feel bad when i see any animal being the victim of road-kills or torture, be it cats, dogs, rats and the occasional birds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes! I'm not a cat person and I have tried and tried but I can NOT like them,i'm scared of them, I bloody run from them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i'm partial towards these cute lil things..awwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/StaC_biQfII/AAAAAAAAAT0/xBSlW980WOA/s1600-h/Golden-Retriever-Puppy-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/StaC_biQfII/AAAAAAAAAT0/xBSlW980WOA/s320/Golden-Retriever-Puppy-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392641630057561218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day of work, then holiday till mon!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Diwali!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-6025508137846851901?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/6025508137846851901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=6025508137846851901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/6025508137846851901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/6025508137846851901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/10/woofie-doo.html' title='Woofie doo'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/StaC_biQfII/AAAAAAAAAT0/xBSlW980WOA/s72-c/Golden-Retriever-Puppy-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-1127663863085949189</id><published>2009-10-14T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:41:13.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><title type='text'>Satu, Dua....Mula</title><content type='html'>i just finished translating 4 pages of an english report to BM.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, i didn't think my BM will get that karat&lt;br /&gt;I should watch more Malay movies...Should..Mesti...&lt;br /&gt;........................................&lt;br /&gt;........................................&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll just speak Malay to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,.. aiks, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jadi&lt;/span&gt; kawan-kawan cakap la dengan saya dalam bahasa melayu bermula daripada hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-1127663863085949189?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/1127663863085949189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=1127663863085949189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1127663863085949189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1127663863085949189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/10/satu-duamula.html' title='Satu, Dua....Mula'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-769090446165980394</id><published>2009-10-12T20:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:40:14.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><title type='text'>first day at work</title><content type='html'>And so i had my first day at work..woo-hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who's the friend i have waiting for me on my table,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/StMdVkVYSJI/AAAAAAAAATc/qOcvlcfrdIM/s1600-h/DSC00507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/StMdVkVYSJI/AAAAAAAAATc/qOcvlcfrdIM/s320/DSC00507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391685435260422290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i'm gonna have to think of a name for him..anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people at work are really friendly and the kinda go-getter women who can inspire and intimidate at the same time. The moment the kids in the shelter saw me they kept going "It's Uma akka under disguise!" And this name I've been hearing since the interview when i was again compared to this Uma person coz of my appearance. I think she's really good and they keep sending her to do all these talk shows with the tamil channels. So naturally Indians generally call in for her. And my luck, she was on leave today, for the whole week act!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, I wouldn't have had to answer calls from clients on my first day, but there were people calling in for Uma and since i was the only other social worker who could speak tamil, I managed to take two calls :))) the thing was, i had to speak to them in tamil!. Now i can speak tamil here and there, but to actually carry a whole conversation in tamil to people who can't speak anything other than tamil? I was freaking out! but i think i managed fine la, for a first timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which explains why i was and still am all smiles till now =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i have this rock star to keep me happy too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/StMh7ji_QbI/AAAAAAAAATk/fAJI10nHrO0/s1600-h/DSC00510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/StMh7ji_QbI/AAAAAAAAATk/fAJI10nHrO0/s320/DSC00510.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391690485930607026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There's somethin so kick-assy feminine about black bags with gold studs while not being overly girly. i like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest stationary addition,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/StMimmEP3zI/AAAAAAAAATs/Gb9k-Y5wZvM/s1600-h/DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/StMimmEP3zI/AAAAAAAAATs/Gb9k-Y5wZvM/s320/DSC00494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391691225341353778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;colorful pens! i've always wanted a set, but couldn't afford the pricey Stabilo ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-769090446165980394?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/769090446165980394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=769090446165980394' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/769090446165980394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/769090446165980394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-day-at-work.html' title='first day at work'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/StMdVkVYSJI/AAAAAAAAATc/qOcvlcfrdIM/s72-c/DSC00507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-8522379234995221957</id><published>2009-10-08T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:58:16.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><title type='text'>New Days</title><content type='html'>Finally it arrived in the mail,&lt;br /&gt;My offer Letter reading,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms. Puveshini Rao, you're hired! (the gist la)&lt;br /&gt;I'm now officially an employee of Women's Aid Organisation =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more pain-in-the-*youknowwhere* interviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to actually work in the organization Sham and I have been talking/fantasizing/discussing (all in our free and boring BM and Sej times); about since we were teeny-boppers is really something i tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a new beginning,&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-8522379234995221957?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/8522379234995221957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=8522379234995221957' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8522379234995221957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8522379234995221957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-days.html' title='New Days'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-342463352629800376</id><published>2009-10-08T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:29:19.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>I made a startling discovery about myself last night!&lt;br /&gt;You know how you tend to do some stuff subconsciously and because it's so norm for you, you don't actually realize you're doing it? Well I'm not so lucky anymore, I do realize now...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentally correct (not like there's anything wrong with it) the language in sms while reading it. For Eg. someone says "why did you do that? are u a gay" There's nothing majorly wrong with it, but I want it to sound/look "nicer", so i might correct it to sound "why'd u do that? u gay or sumn?"-in my head! And sometimes I even restructure the whole message!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh! The after-effects of having too much free time and the pre-disposition of being a control freak, doesn't go too well does it? And now i read word-for-word rather than just glancing at messages just to make sure I'm not correcting it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Ss2UcLaemBI/AAAAAAAAATU/rJ5189125Ds/s1600-h/DSC00493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Ss2UcLaemBI/AAAAAAAAATU/rJ5189125Ds/s320/DSC00493.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390127540853446674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pizza and breadstix anyone? :)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-342463352629800376?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/342463352629800376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=342463352629800376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/342463352629800376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/342463352629800376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/10/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Ss2UcLaemBI/AAAAAAAAATU/rJ5189125Ds/s72-c/DSC00493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-4080384703368477341</id><published>2009-10-08T11:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:16:28.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>Couch-Tomato (coz i like it better)</title><content type='html'>Since 7 this morning, I've heard my stomach rumble non-stop (early dinner-part of a new healthy diet regime; dont ask!), watched a re-run of F.R.I.E.N.D.S &amp; The Nanny, got my dose of gossip from E! News (the only news i watch btw) and the Daily 10 (they are practically the same-minus the countdown bit..ppfff) and an episode of (my favouriteeee) Glow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless E! Channel for the awesome shows that make you feel like kicking yourself for not having the money or facilities to say; have custom-made lipstick colors, nail polish, celeb make-up artist..... or seaweed facial (hey, its good for all skin types!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since the death of M.J, the new fuss in town is Khloe Kardahians wedding. As drama-fied as they are, seriously! can people stop calling her a fat slob and expecting her to be as small as her sisters? the woman has gone from a size 12 to a size 6! 25lbs! Hello!! She's tall, so no matter how much she loses weight, she'll be always bigger than her sisters; at least she's healthy (physically and psychologically secure). And what kinda non-sensical morons call people stuff like this on their wedding day? Shame on you magazine people! AND you wonder why eating disorders are on the rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI! Fat is not an adjective pertaining to size; it's part of the skin structure which often acts as an isulator to shocks and maintains body temperature among others. The term is Over-weight; which means weighing much more than the cut-out point for your structure (in a nutshell); Khloe is NOT over-weight!Have you seen her in the navy blue bikini shoot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Ss1naRZxg1I/AAAAAAAAATM/yiIK88OtOmg/s1600-h/fc_bulimia_nervosa.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Ss1naRZxg1I/AAAAAAAAATM/yiIK88OtOmg/s320/fc_bulimia_nervosa.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390078030078116690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;http://forge.evula.net/fc/fc_bulimia_nervosa.gif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I like the KUWTK (They aren't as Diva'ish as Kimora); but I'm not biased, this is just so stupid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-4080384703368477341?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/4080384703368477341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=4080384703368477341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/4080384703368477341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/4080384703368477341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/10/couch-tomato-coz-i-like-it-better.html' title='Couch-Tomato (coz i like it better)'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Ss1naRZxg1I/AAAAAAAAATM/yiIK88OtOmg/s72-c/fc_bulimia_nervosa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-2459642042196485338</id><published>2009-10-07T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:10:54.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping delight'/><title type='text'>Salad Bowl</title><content type='html'>Presenting the:....(I forgot the name). Nvm Yuv says it looks like salad :P&lt;br /&gt;So yea, the salad dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SsxanvF-dFI/AAAAAAAAATE/k1sBXT9mHo0/s1600-h/DSC00490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SsxanvF-dFI/AAAAAAAAATE/k1sBXT9mHo0/s320/DSC00490.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389782492758570066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gottt to get a real job fast!&lt;br /&gt;If not i spend my time shopping. Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-2459642042196485338?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/2459642042196485338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=2459642042196485338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2459642042196485338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2459642042196485338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/10/salad-bowl.html' title='Salad Bowl'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SsxanvF-dFI/AAAAAAAAATE/k1sBXT9mHo0/s72-c/DSC00490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-2243553539740280986</id><published>2009-10-06T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:21:13.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy me'/><title type='text'>read it if you're as bored as me</title><content type='html'>I'm bored! BORED! BOREDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..I finally got my Boyfriend-Tee :))&lt;br /&gt;And I found it in Pasar Malam! I totally Love Gombak Pasar Malam la.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I saw the same BF -tee in Jusco (Applemints) going for RM79.90,&lt;br /&gt;In E-Boutiques going for RM 35-45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Pasar Malam, RM 25 (actually RM30, but if you're mom is like mine, you'll never pay the actual price :P). The quality is good, vibrant colors, great fit, adjustable sleeves, such a STEAL! kan?!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've mentioned that, I'm bored again!&lt;br /&gt;haiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE! (for Jade :P)&lt;br /&gt;Pic of the BF-Tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SsrhuO2xz-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/3iXUgCjjDNY/s1600-h/IMGP2202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SsrhuO2xz-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/3iXUgCjjDNY/s320/IMGP2202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389368088480305122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*belt is excluded*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-2243553539740280986?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/2243553539740280986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=2243553539740280986' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2243553539740280986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2243553539740280986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/10/read-it-if-youre-as-bored-as-me.html' title='read it if you&apos;re as bored as me'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SsrhuO2xz-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/3iXUgCjjDNY/s72-c/IMGP2202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-4964901308878836377</id><published>2009-10-02T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:53:46.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Sedih</title><content type='html'>I want the funky owl ring I saw in an online store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a big fan of all things owl, but I'll make an exception for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But RM25?! for a ring? after getting tix for B! I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-4964901308878836377?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/4964901308878836377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=4964901308878836377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/4964901308878836377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/4964901308878836377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/10/sedih.html' title='Sedih'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-5449652733741263007</id><published>2009-09-30T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:42:43.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music N Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='~ la la land ~'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>B!</title><content type='html'>Ta-Da!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SsNRGXtEIuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/DjOZY1eS-_c/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SsNRGXtEIuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/DjOZY1eS-_c/s320/DSC00477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387238749149340386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep people yours truly, is set to go watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beyonce rock on stage LIVE in Malaysia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Dances*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI this will be my first ever concert (yes! very the ketinggalan) BUT what better way to start it than with B! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on natural high at the moment and have been since i got the tix &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*looks away dreamily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nothin can burst my bubble at the moment (crosses-fingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-5449652733741263007?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/5449652733741263007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=5449652733741263007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5449652733741263007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5449652733741263007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/09/b.html' title='B!'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SsNRGXtEIuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/DjOZY1eS-_c/s72-c/DSC00477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-3885739912100379458</id><published>2009-09-30T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:36:38.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The tip of my fingers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>Ugly Truth</title><content type='html'>Today I watched "The Ugly Truth". Gerard Butler *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the movie is about how women are mellow-dramatic, control-freaks who find guys based on a checklist of suitable "traits" (which is wrong btw) and men are visual beings who will be sidetracked by any girl in the skimpiest possible outfit, think only about sex and are driven on lust and apparently incapable (or choose to be) of "seemingly-gay" feelings of L.O.V.E (which based on the movie, is how guys are structured, so girls, accept!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what i think about it [for a moment ;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Evolutionary Theory (Eagly &amp; Wood, 2002) says that men and women differ psychologically; because of the different social roles they occupy. And due to this inherent differences, they have different things to look for when selecting a partner. While both women and men are interested in physical looks of their partners, since women are often given the role of bearing and nurturing, they tend to have a checklist consisting of "traits" such as socio-economic stability etc to ensure the survival and well-being of their off-springs. Whereas men, are less interested in these "meaningless" tasks and can go on to impregnate women after women on the basis of their lusty nature &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(it's not coming from me-blame it on the movie!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Theories are just that..Theories. They aren't proved, but for arguments sake lets just accept it as truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm (here we go! :p) thinking, if women have to accept how men are, why can't men accept women the way they are? It's the same kan? Men want sex, women want security (which often comes in the form of money), We have something they want, and they have something we need. Win-Win! The check-list is merely a memory-aid, even without it physically being represented on paper and ink, we have it etched and drilled in our minds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that ladies and gentlemen is ~ZE UGLY TRUTH~ So guys accept that!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Be it Indian or Western movies, the guy sleeping around is regarded as funny, adorable, and acceptable even, but the leading ladies are always saving themselves (indirectly) for the leading men. It'll be really refreshing to see a dose of sexual liberty for women without degrading them to being whores or sluts or morally lost. Movie makers take note! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-3885739912100379458?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/3885739912100379458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=3885739912100379458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/3885739912100379458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/3885739912100379458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/09/ugly-truth.html' title='Ugly Truth'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-143995842824155067</id><published>2009-09-28T10:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:35:51.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>Pins and Shins</title><content type='html'>I can't for the love of god stand unshaven legs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, how hard is it to rub on the waxing cream and have smooth silky legs in a matter of minutes? too long for you? there's always the razor. It's very unflattering and since none of us are Julian Roberts, the "going-natural" thing will NOT work. heck! she gets away without wearing deodorant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i understand that sometimes we are just plain lazy to shave or wax. which is totally fine. Then opt for jeans, cargo or stirrups instead of shorts, minies and dresses. If you can't afford to shave your legs its understandable la, but if you can afford an inch of make up everyday then you sure as hell can afford waxing products/ razors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time when I used to take the train often, I see really attractive girls, all polished and groomed till you get to the lower half and you see thick-hair all over their legs- yes! they're in skirts. My heart goes out to them, betul-betul heart-ache tau. and as if that's not enough, others go for pedi and take pictures to post on FB. OK fine. BUT why on earth do you show off the hairy legs as well? It makes the picture look as if a guy went for pedi- a guy with flowers on his toes?- *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your confidence level is higher than mine, maybe &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; too E!-influenced, maybe that's the new in-thing, maybe it's none of my business...,&lt;br /&gt;WTH! I still DON"T like UNSHAVEN LEGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SsAfJMI3SGI/AAAAAAAAASs/6jidyPoCr5w/s1600-h/187px-Legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SsAfJMI3SGI/AAAAAAAAASs/6jidyPoCr5w/s320/187px-Legs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386339397072799842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Whats wrong with clean shaven legs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic from Wiki.Images&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-143995842824155067?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/143995842824155067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=143995842824155067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/143995842824155067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/143995842824155067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/09/pins-and-shins.html' title='Pins and Shins'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SsAfJMI3SGI/AAAAAAAAASs/6jidyPoCr5w/s72-c/187px-Legs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-8435367810320866878</id><published>2009-09-24T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:55:30.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomical treats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Dolled-up</title><content type='html'>Its 0030 on my K530i and I'm still feeling as full to the brim as I did hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started at 6 something when I was getting ready to go for dinner with a friend. I first decided on wearing a black and red blouse with boot-cut jeans, then i opted for skinny jeans with a blue and cream colored empire waisted blouse, next I thought lose the blouse, and got into a white chiffon blouse with a black clincher. Still, I'm not happy. I get into a navy-blue blouse. No. Revert to first option. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the hair, first all loose, a pony-tail, then a bun, then all loose again this time with moose, up, down, up, down. Down. Now that's settled, make up's a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you think I'm going out on a date kan? Nope. I met Sheryn (who is a girl btw). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know. I'm weird like that. I have been couped at home so long that I will jump at any opportunity to play dress-up =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to ChatMasala, Brickfields. We ate, Cheese Kofta, Chicken Manchurian (vegetarian of cause) and I had Aloo Paratha (potato stuffed chapathi). As if that wasn't enough, we had to come back to Maduras and have Nescafe. I knew I should have just taken a Dosa or plain ol chapathi. Haiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'll just go and read some no-brainer book (read: Mills &amp; Boons) till I can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Anyone has the new Dan Brown book? Buzz me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-8435367810320866878?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/8435367810320866878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=8435367810320866878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8435367810320866878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8435367810320866878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/09/dolled-up.html' title='Dolled-up'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-6441340761812360832</id><published>2009-09-23T16:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:28:02.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>Wasted Weekend</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; a car person. So you can imagine how I would have dragged myself to visit a couple of show rooms along Federal Highway with the Uncle, Aunt and automobile-crazy cousin. Sheesh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SrnZIk8iaWI/AAAAAAAAASc/RAYFfMIQNro/s1600-h/DSC00456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SrnZIk8iaWI/AAAAAAAAASc/RAYFfMIQNro/s320/DSC00456.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384573570877909346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Shrine for car lovers- Big and Small, Old and Young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the whole time I'm thinking how many third world countries can feed off this car. :p&lt;br /&gt;Overrated la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that's not enough, we have to walk over the next building and see rows and rows of imported cars. Window-shopping for cars?? I mean if you wanna buy it, I can understand la. Well but who am I to comment? I walk hours to find one dress and after that decide nothing in the whole building is to my liking *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the whole car-gazing exercise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Srna61_te6I/AAAAAAAAASk/RiE0r9iixlw/s1600-h/DSC00458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Srna61_te6I/AAAAAAAAASk/RiE0r9iixlw/s320/DSC00458.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384575533959707554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had food. and not any food, sugary icing-topped butter cupcakes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-6441340761812360832?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/6441340761812360832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=6441340761812360832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/6441340761812360832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/6441340761812360832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/09/wasted-weekend.html' title='Wasted Weekend'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SrnZIk8iaWI/AAAAAAAAASc/RAYFfMIQNro/s72-c/DSC00456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-7163937305822021133</id><published>2009-09-23T15:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:11:45.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fests n holz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomical treats'/><title type='text'>Fish Sauce and Pineapple</title><content type='html'>The FTB (Forgot-to-blog) &amp; busy weekend when the Uncle was here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for Asian food and hawt! (Red &amp; Black) deco satiated in Vietnam Kitchen =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SrnT6jQDDgI/AAAAAAAAARk/ifUWLF7Aygs/s1600-h/DSC00430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SrnT6jQDDgI/AAAAAAAAARk/ifUWLF7Aygs/s320/DSC00430.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384567832346562050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is gonna have this deco in at least one room..Have i mentioned HOTTT?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the cam-whoring clan: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Uncle and Aunt: Take 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SrnUnFIehUI/AAAAAAAAARs/H545FcYOLVs/s1600-h/DSC00432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SrnUnFIehUI/AAAAAAAAARs/H545FcYOLVs/s320/DSC00432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384568597355857218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Uncle and Aunt : Blast from the Past pose; Take 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SrnVC02v8lI/AAAAAAAAAR0/o-YsLa5ngfQ/s1600-h/DSC00441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SrnVC02v8lI/AAAAAAAAAR0/o-YsLa5ngfQ/s320/DSC00441.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384569074022871634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle n Me: Take 1 (and 1 only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SrnVgDSzqsI/AAAAAAAAAR8/5o9xUsFBIt0/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SrnVgDSzqsI/AAAAAAAAAR8/5o9xUsFBIt0/s320/DSC00448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384569576114858690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, my hair is bordering that of a lion's mane, so I shall spare myself the heartache of having it pixelated. No more pics for me. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle n Shaailu: Take 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SrnWRim24eI/AAAAAAAAASM/lSYPOW-aKjI/s1600-h/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SrnWRim24eI/AAAAAAAAASM/lSYPOW-aKjI/s320/DSC00452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384570426334044642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess it's true, the apple doesn't fall far :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle n Shaailu: Take 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SrnWiI9iAjI/AAAAAAAAASU/3ifNH3aavz8/s1600-h/DSC00449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SrnWiI9iAjI/AAAAAAAAASU/3ifNH3aavz8/s320/DSC00449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384570711507599922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was good, the service.....&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*explain to me again the rationale of hiring waiters who can't communicate well?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*hits head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Jasbir Sidhu is officially off the list of "orang menganggur". :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-7163937305822021133?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/7163937305822021133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=7163937305822021133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7163937305822021133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7163937305822021133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/09/fish-sauce-and-pineapple.html' title='Fish Sauce and Pineapple'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SrnT6jQDDgI/AAAAAAAAARk/ifUWLF7Aygs/s72-c/DSC00430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-1532953270952483561</id><published>2009-09-17T11:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:49:21.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music N Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Balik Kampung</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K45XOp8G6cY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K45XOp8G6cY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;This song brings back so many memories of balik kampung when i was younger.&lt;br /&gt;I think i like it cause it's so simple and plain but sweet in its own way. I don't have a kampung anymore, but I still feel the same knowing I'm meeting my family after a long time, especially in the hype of forthcoming festivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan jauh tak ku rasa&lt;br /&gt;Kerna hati ku melonjak sama&lt;br /&gt;Ingin berjumpa sanak saudara&lt;br /&gt;Yang selalu bermain di mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nun menghijau gunung ladang dan rimba&lt;br /&gt;Langit nan tinggi bertambah birunya&lt;br /&gt;Deru angin turut sama berlagu&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya bagaikan turut gembira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik kampung oh oh…( 3X )&lt;br /&gt;Hati girang&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho… Balik kampung (3X)&lt;br /&gt;Hati girang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terbayang wajah-wajah yang ku sayang&lt;br /&gt;Satu-satu tersemat di kalbu&lt;br /&gt;Pasti terubat rindu di hati&lt;br /&gt;Menyambut kepulangan ku nanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan jauh tak ku rasa&lt;br /&gt;Kerna hati ku melonjak sama&lt;br /&gt;Ingin berjumpa sanak saudara&lt;br /&gt;Yang selalu bermain di mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nun menghijau gunung ladang dan rimba&lt;br /&gt;Langit nan tinggi bertambah birunya&lt;br /&gt;Deru angin turut sama berlagu&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya bagaikan turut gembira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik kampung oh oh…( 3X )&lt;br /&gt;Hati girang&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho… Balik kampung (3X)&lt;br /&gt;Hati girang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terbayang wajah-wajah yang ku sayang&lt;br /&gt;Satu-satu tersemat di kalbu&lt;br /&gt;Pasti terubat rindu di hati&lt;br /&gt;Menyambut kepulangan ku nanti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-1532953270952483561?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fdd608889a0fa188&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/1532953270952483561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=1532953270952483561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1532953270952483561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1532953270952483561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/09/balik-kampung.html' title='Balik Kampung'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-8506731055541387818</id><published>2009-09-17T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:28:18.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Sore Heels</title><content type='html'>My feet is twisted. It is I swear! In some weird angle the muscle is and I feel pain every time i walk. Not so much though, just enough that i can blog about it ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you park in One Utama to go to IBM. I parked in One-Utama, NEW WING! and walked and walked and walked all the way across the damn big mall to the end of it...to Old Wing to be exact. and i thought, ok  IBM should be here, but I'm not that lucky am I? Go through One World Hotel, then out on the pavement, walking down and a long stretch into IBM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! But no, it doesn't end there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 sets of lifts and the security card I get has a big whooping 8 on it. so I naturally would think it's in the 8th Floor kan? I go in the lift and there isn't an 8! Its not even numerically arranged! I went up then down then up again cause my card doesn't allow me to press any no. I ask someone and she says the 8th floor is on the other set of lifts. Cursing my luck, I walk over the other side, even there the damn card doesn't work. I march over to the security guard and he tells me the place I wanna go to is in the CN Level. What kinda level is that? Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally i reach the place and plop down on the cool, black leather couch. Resting my poor poor feet who had to go through it all in HEELS! *sobs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-8506731055541387818?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/8506731055541387818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=8506731055541387818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8506731055541387818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8506731055541387818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/09/sore-heels.html' title='Sore Heels'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-8415348406839532609</id><published>2009-09-15T14:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:22:14.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview bloopers'/><title type='text'>An interview Bimbos would be proud of</title><content type='html'>What kind of a dumb-wit FORGETS that surgery and chemo therapy are some of the cures for cancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally knew that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did it cause me? Well nothing much,.... just a job interview and some (a LOT of) good-natured advice from the interviewer. Pfft! I was bumming around about it, thanks to the family; i'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'll be fine, I need some shopping to cheer myself up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, I'm giving up on Online-boutiques. Why is it that I can't find a decent dress that is at most 1-inch above my knee (not any higher) for Deepavali. Like seriously! I can't be dressed for the clubs at my uncle's Diwali gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-8415348406839532609?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/8415348406839532609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=8415348406839532609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8415348406839532609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8415348406839532609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/09/interview-bimbos-would-be-proud-of.html' title='An interview Bimbos would be proud of'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-5634455909852601114</id><published>2009-09-12T22:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:08:14.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>Karma's a Tough Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quote of the day: "If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pasar Malam Tee-shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was called by a friend who told me about a job opening. She went on to ask me if there was anyone I knew who will be interested in in as well, as in any one i know who is also looking for a job. So i gave her the names of couple of friends who came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Friend: (knowing they are my friends) So you're gonna compete for the same job?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea why not? The best person would get it right? &lt;br /&gt;Friend: Yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago, my aunt told me to help myself first before helping anyone else. Though she was just looking out for me, the implication of what she said was that " If you know of an opportunity don't tell others until your spot is secured".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clearly didn't listen to her, I didn't know if I would be secured a job, but I still gave my friends' names in because I know we are all looking for a job and more importantly i know it's the right thing to do. When you think about it, whether I give my friends' names or not, others, strangers i mean would be coming in for interviews too. And there is a chance that they might get the job as well. Now, why would i rather some stranger get the job rather then my own friend? And it seems really sly and cunning to purposely hide something from people whom you care about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said I know of friends who have find out of jobs and deliberately kept it from me while they applied or were contemplating to apply for it. Worst is sometimes they are hush-hush about it right in front of you (why whisper in front of people if you don't want them knowing something is up?) Better don't say anything can? :S  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in school, stuff like this used to make me really sad cause i felt that things weren't fair. Now, years down, I've learnt that life isn't always fair and you can't always expect people to respond to you in the same way or behave how you want them to. That's the harsh reality of the dog-eat-dog culture industrialization has cultivated. As for me, I've taken my stand in this and what people do or rather don't do doesn't affect me as much anymore. It's sad, but I'll deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;Karma baby, is always fair ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-5634455909852601114?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/5634455909852601114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=5634455909852601114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5634455909852601114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5634455909852601114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/09/karmas-tough-bitch.html' title='Karma&apos;s a Tough Bitch'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-8712591500593272445</id><published>2009-09-12T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:07:52.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily scribbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomical treats'/><title type='text'>Incredible India</title><content type='html'>Today was a uncharacteristically busy Saturday, Breakfast in Maduras, movie in Brem Mall, Lunch in the Green Curry Shop, Gombak, Coffee at home and Dinner in Sin Kee. Awesome!I'm gonna eat as much as i can before i go on the month vegetarian spree starting on the 17th this month. It's the Navrathri (which literally means 9 nights) festival coinciding with the Prattassi month when people generally observe vegetarianism. It's my first time going a whole month, wish me luck! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to visit my ex-nanny today. She's really old but still remembers me and kept kissing me while telling me how much I've grown and all. It was really heart warming to be seeing her again, knowing that she can still have good memories of the menace i was back then :p And we were talking about their (her daughter and her) pilgrimage trip to India. It was really amazing the stories they had to tell about the temples and their histories. Hopefully my family's plan of going to India will materialize soon. Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-8712591500593272445?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/8712591500593272445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=8712591500593272445' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8712591500593272445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8712591500593272445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/09/incredible-india.html' title='Incredible India'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-941051106640894415</id><published>2009-09-11T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:16:58.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomical treats'/><title type='text'>Sheesh!</title><content type='html'>Since I'm on the look-out for a job, I've been keeping myself busy with doing household chores. And I cook more frequently now than I did. There's something about the chopping. crushing. sauteing. that is extremely stress relieving. As much as i love cooking, more than that i love the reactions of friends and family when they seem to be enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BUT.... I do not appreciate comments like "you'll be a good housewife", "you can get married now" yada-yada-yada. A simple "It's delicious" will do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-941051106640894415?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/941051106640894415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=941051106640894415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/941051106640894415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/941051106640894415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/09/sheesh.html' title='Sheesh!'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-5185991507133789930</id><published>2009-09-10T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:21:04.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FriendS'/><title type='text'>a day after 090909</title><content type='html'>10-September-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is turning out to be really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Dev's birthday today! Happy 22nd DEVANAND RAJ!&lt;br /&gt;We surprised him with a picnic in Lake Gardens. Was bloody hot and there we( King, Mohan, Izzy &amp; I) were carrying all the stuff cause Ann had to direct a blindfolded Dev.&lt;br /&gt;I was sweating at places that....never mind let's not go there. So the picnic was a small but nice one. King's mee hoon, which he made himself, was reealllllyy good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i come home and make myself chilled Green Tea &lt;3. So refreshing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear from something-good- from Jas which I'm not supposed to reveal till everything is confirmed (which is by tomorrow). So more updates tomorrow :)Hopefully everything works out well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the evening, I'm gonna go temple which I haven't done since last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember nuts from the HRM book I'm reading but I'm gonna try to finish it by today and go over it again ..haiz! and i thought i was through with studying. At least the human mind was an interesting topic. There's something to pray for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know about squirrel soup? Or Bamboo Rat meat which is edible? Or that Komodo Dragons are poisonous cause they feed on already-dead animals? Or that Bear paw (yes the paws of a bear) can be eaten? That is all the stuff i found out from King while waiting for Ann and the rest (FOR 1 WHOLE HOUR) to come. pretty interesting huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-5185991507133789930?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/5185991507133789930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=5185991507133789930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5185991507133789930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5185991507133789930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-after-090909.html' title='a day after 090909'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-3072406576314074969</id><published>2009-09-04T11:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:10:07.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>My whereabouts</title><content type='html'>I came to Shah Alam to visit my uncle before he flew back to Qatar, but guess what? the unexpected happened...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SqCR9OsLPyI/AAAAAAAAARc/NYXvqjUBppM/s1600-h/ABCD0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SqCR9OsLPyI/AAAAAAAAARc/NYXvqjUBppM/s320/ABCD0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377458436181802786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A throat swab is the confirmation test for H1N1!&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle's flight is delayed two days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the result is NEGATIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin is Influenza A (H1N1) free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but me? i'm stuck here cause my mom is scared that my sister might fall sick, since SPM trials are going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz! So in case you're looking for me, you know where to find me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-3072406576314074969?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/3072406576314074969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=3072406576314074969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/3072406576314074969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/3072406576314074969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-whereabouts.html' title='My whereabouts'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SqCR9OsLPyI/AAAAAAAAARc/NYXvqjUBppM/s72-c/ABCD0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-1120234068647122144</id><published>2009-09-02T19:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:45:49.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FriendS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie buff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomical treats'/><title type='text'>Mowgli &amp; Baloo</title><content type='html'>Arathy is back from India!! woo-hoo! and the best part? she's not going back!continuing her final years in Penang. Finally she'll be accessible at all times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Finnegan's for lunch. It was a bit creepy at first cause we were the only ones and the place being a bar and all was dark and gloomy. I realized today that if chicken is the only meat you eat and you don't like fish that much, you might as well be a vegetarian. I flipped the damn menu so many times, till finally i just ordered spaghetti..from set lunch (FYI: RM13) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food wasn't bad though,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sp5lF-Kpv5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Qhpk9c57MHU/s1600-h/IMGP2046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sp5lF-Kpv5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Qhpk9c57MHU/s320/IMGP2046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376846158388379538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spaghetti with Salmon strips* (though i doubt it, who sells salmon for less than RM13)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sp5ldgMUicI/AAAAAAAAAQk/65QTKQja_JA/s1600-h/IMGP2047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sp5ldgMUicI/AAAAAAAAAQk/65QTKQja_JA/s320/IMGP2047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376846562659174850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chicken with Orange and hOney*&lt;br /&gt;and the side dishes..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that i actually ate&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sp5ls5AgMyI/AAAAAAAAAQs/kegvbCRfqCw/s1600-h/IMGP2048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sp5ls5AgMyI/AAAAAAAAAQs/kegvbCRfqCw/s320/IMGP2048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376846827018531618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pumpkin soup (i din fin it, why..WHY do people like it?) + Tempura Mushrooms (YUM!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched the Proposal, as usual had to find seat in the dark cause:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sp5oOgeQtoI/AAAAAAAAARU/0Un7-hWN5DY/s1600-h/IMGP2053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sp5oOgeQtoI/AAAAAAAAARU/0Un7-hWN5DY/s320/IMGP2053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376849603571267202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well....so yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Proposal was so funny! I love Sandra Bullock and absolutely adore Ryan Reynolds, it was the light-hearted romantic comedy-sorta movie that WE have always loved and still do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still dizzy from all the laughing, we went to deli&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cious&lt;/span&gt; for dessert =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sp5nFKf3k8I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/LbnY_3tI5j0/s1600-h/IMGP2064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sp5nFKf3k8I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/LbnY_3tI5j0/s320/IMGP2064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376848343541978050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese Cake with Strawberry Sauce &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sp5nXS17GuI/AAAAAAAAARE/c2Ysu7s9izc/s1600-h/IMGP2069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sp5nXS17GuI/AAAAAAAAARE/c2Ysu7s9izc/s320/IMGP2069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376848655019612898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermmm i forgot what this was called but its some banana + coffee + muffin sorta thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the day was perfect in every way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sp5n-tMsJsI/AAAAAAAAARM/j5yGT2VQsHE/s1600-h/IMGP2054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sp5n-tMsJsI/AAAAAAAAARM/j5yGT2VQsHE/s320/IMGP2054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376849332109321922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-1120234068647122144?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/1120234068647122144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=1120234068647122144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1120234068647122144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1120234068647122144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/09/mowgli-baloo.html' title='Mowgli &amp; Baloo'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sp5lF-Kpv5I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Qhpk9c57MHU/s72-c/IMGP2046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-4337076911321374063</id><published>2009-09-01T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:22:35.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The tip of my fingers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>go green</title><content type='html'>I rarely get angry, i'm pretty good at just ignoring or tuning out things that i know will infuriate me, or i'll just go the girls and vent it out. But but but, on the rare occasions that i do get angry, I get angry pretty fast, and cool down in a minute as well. And today was one of those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been pretty cooling since morning, rain, gloomy and no harsh rays of the sun, my favorite type of whether. =) so i go to fetch my sis from school and had to drop her friend off and go to the supermarket. And i had to follow the route near the primary school (it was 1.10 that time), the place was chaos! kids were actually jumping over the gate to come out, why can't they just open it? beats me. so yea. the kids on one hand, smart baboons who park their car on both sides of the road, plus the cars coming from the opposite direction, and yes people crossing from one side to another in this mess. I just practically parked my car there for at least 15 mins waiting for it to clear. I'm still cool and calm. no road rage there, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the supermarket, my sis has to buy this strawberry flavored chiclets-like thing. I'm not a big fan of junk food, never was since i was a kid. I don't take , Coke (and the likes of it),sweets (wait, does chewable Vit-C count?), crackers, keropok lekor etc etc as often as regular people do. Its not cause I'm kiasu about my weight or health, I just don't fancy it that much. ok the sis gets the junk, and i control myself from saying anything, so yea still cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she gets in the car and feels that the junk is spoiled. So the moment i parked at my house and got out, i see this pink box flying above my head to the shrubs on top of the padang hill in front of my house and rolls down into the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i tell my sis to pick it up, and she is laughing, she's ACTUALLY laughing! She's pleased with herself!!and now i completely loose it! I don't see how civilized people can throw stuff anywhere and whenever they want to? I've seen people unwrap gum and throw the wrapper on the ground where they are standing and walk away. I see it in town, in the train, in the bus and the list goes on.and some, throw stuff out of the car while traveling. its DISGUSTING!! SHeesh!! what? every other place other than your homes are dumping sites??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister got an earful but to all the other people who do this, please stop. &lt;br /&gt;Its not sexy nor is it cool AND its not funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SpzLh6p6P9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/JRULKNu-_Fw/s1600-h/environment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SpzLh6p6P9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/JRULKNu-_Fw/s320/environment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376395838714691538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep our environment clean; you don't wanna live amongst junk and smell crap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-4337076911321374063?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/4337076911321374063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=4337076911321374063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/4337076911321374063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/4337076911321374063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/09/go-green.html' title='go green'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SpzLh6p6P9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/JRULKNu-_Fw/s72-c/environment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-8684939549030478889</id><published>2009-08-31T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:43:41.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomical treats'/><title type='text'>Sub-cravings</title><content type='html'>I'm craving a sub -sandwich!&lt;br /&gt;I miss Turkey Breast and Ham (my FAV!)though the chicken selections aren't bad too&lt;br /&gt;Parmesan bread + cheese + toasted&lt;br /&gt;plus all the crisp lettuce+ crunchy tomatoes and capsicums + sweet onions + sour pickles + spicy jalepenos (always extra!)&lt;br /&gt;squeeze some teriyaki and chilli sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i crave it every once in 2 weeks and very the rajin to use my monthly coupons from my (ahem!) Subway 2009 Calendar. and now since college is out, I cant get my cravings satiated =( it used to be just steps away. Sobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my completely healthy addiction and I'm experiencing withdrawal symptoms now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SpvFSSpdLfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xyjb-pqNs2o/s1600-h/2-486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SpvFSSpdLfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xyjb-pqNs2o/s320/2-486.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376107498230853106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAiz..*drools*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-8684939549030478889?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/8684939549030478889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=8684939549030478889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8684939549030478889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8684939549030478889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/08/sub-cravings.html' title='Sub-cravings'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SpvFSSpdLfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xyjb-pqNs2o/s72-c/2-486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-3865713489235118112</id><published>2009-08-31T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:37:16.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><title type='text'>monday blues</title><content type='html'>First things first, I'm not in the mood for MERDEKA so don't bother wishing me a happy independence day with the widest smiley you can get coz i'm not interested.&lt;br /&gt;I love my country, i just don't love the nonsensical things that go with it and the inaction that accompanies it. i wasn't wrong to be sceptical about 1 Malaysia. Lets see what the authorities do about carrying a cows head to a Hindu temple construction site. ISH! I could rant on and on but i don't wanna end up counting bars do i? How to BLog then? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to happy thoughts, i just read one of my seniors blog. she's is so in love that i wanna be in love too :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.....seriously reading her blog, makes me smile from ear to ear, she's writing her very own fairy tale and its so hopelessly romantic!&lt;br /&gt;awwww...wish her all happiness and many more sweet times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a distant cousin about job prospects in Singapore and he was telling me about the perks and all. and of all the things he told me, u know wt I'm excited about? They are in trend with the US, so what ever comes out there, comes out in Singapore too! Awesome kan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday everyone =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-3865713489235118112?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/3865713489235118112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=3865713489235118112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/3865713489235118112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/3865713489235118112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/08/monday-blues.html' title='monday blues'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-7478759969464650440</id><published>2009-08-26T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:05:51.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie buff'/><title type='text'>Koyla &amp; Pu</title><content type='html'>i went to watch a Tamil movie with Kohilah today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Nandos =))))&lt;br /&gt;I love Peri-Peri chicken..its so yummy! tho our waiter was the same guy who served us the last time. errrr....he's polite and all but he just sounds very fake and i x feel good bout him, and Kohi agrees too! Why I'm blogging about the waiter i don't even like?? just to fill up the space :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway this movie is called Kanthasamy (i laughed like mad first time i heard it, haha!) it was super-duper-crazy-giler-babi long! but i liked the camera-work, everything was projected beautifully wit lots of vibrant colors and taste (if i might add). and for once the actress had something to do; by that i mean a more substantial screen time rather than just appearing for songs without actually delivering lines.&lt;br /&gt;overall i guess it was ok, your average Tamil movie with awesome art direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go watch movie tomorrow also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw we don't have to go to India to experience chaos in the cinemas. feel free to walk into the nearest Tamil-movie-playing cinema in Malaysia to experience whistles, cat-calls, jeering, clapping and ooh-aahing. i guess we only fall short to Indian (read: in India)cinemas in that nobody dances and fights.......yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-7478759969464650440?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/7478759969464650440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=7478759969464650440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7478759969464650440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7478759969464650440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/08/koyla-pu.html' title='Koyla &amp; Pu'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-7013498535828990629</id><published>2009-08-24T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:51:49.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping delight'/><title type='text'>quick updates</title><content type='html'>I purposely sleep freaking late every night just so that i can sleep in in the morning but guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up at FREAKING! 6.30-7.30am. What am i gonna do being up so early? and then i try hard to sleep back downstairs with channel E! on in the background; which is not a good idea cause i wake up unsure if Reggie bush and Kim Kardashian got back together or it was just my dream. Weird subconscious stuff :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i feel disgusted cause all i do is be a couch potato while the bright side of the globe is up on its feet and working their asses off. but well not for long :)&lt;br /&gt;better enjoy it while i can :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i write stupid blogs bout random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! i got myself a shoe which is a cross between a gladiator shoe + fringe shoe.&lt;br /&gt;and i've been wearing it all weekend...even to pasar malam! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics coming up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-7013498535828990629?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/7013498535828990629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=7013498535828990629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7013498535828990629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7013498535828990629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-updates.html' title='quick updates'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-7892285466946344245</id><published>2009-08-12T12:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:00:01.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Roller-CARster</title><content type='html'>What is it with me and time? I'm rarely late, but on the days when i'm desperately trying to be somewhere on time, that's when i get time-scares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my first ever interview (yes! i've never worked-for-pay before) so i leave my house at 9-9.15 am to go to teh office in Brickfields. And there is still bloody jam on the road on Jln Kuching and after Jln Duta leading to KL Sentral. GOD! I was praying so hard to be on time, like i've never prayed before. I was having visions of what i would be telling my great-grandchildren (I plan on being around for a long time ((= ); I was late for my first interview; does that paint a picture of a very responsible person?? NO i didn't think so too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well, it was 9.45 already and the interview is at 10, I still haven't passed KL sentral!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRESS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then (sheerly by some miracle) the line started to move and after several hard pumps on the accelerator and a fast bend later i was at the traffic light turning into Brickfields. Red Light. Damn! Time: 9.55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a homeless-possibly- mentally-challenged person my side of the road and his crossing the road; whereby he'll be right beside my door. So I, in what i thought was a discreet move had to lock my door, and the guy saw! He started towards me with a threatening finger. I must have looked cool and composed but my Heart rate was so high it would have shot of my head. Green Light. Thank Heavens! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made two rounds before parking, walked around the car park when there was a short cut and ran into the building. Thank god i had Lift-time to compose myself. Pheww. Time: 10.01, I make my presence known. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Always lock your car after getting in Not only when you see potentially-dangerous people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) KL traffic is a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I always go through emotional roller-coasters before reaching my destination, but I always (till now) arrive on time ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-7892285466946344245?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/7892285466946344245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=7892285466946344245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7892285466946344245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7892285466946344245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/08/roller-carster.html' title='Roller-CARster'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-1456352668042143914</id><published>2009-08-05T19:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:07:52.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>The Thailand issue</title><content type='html'>At the risk of sounding overly-feminist, i declare that women are the biggest enemy for a woman striving to live in a modern society. Yes. Men, don't know how it feels like to be looked down upon as the weaker sex; I can understand why- they aren't exactly the most sensitive people around &amp; simply because they lack the extra X gene and the package that comes with it. Women on the other hand are supposed to be more understanding right? Hell NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple scenario: Girl wants to go Thailand with a group of friends (she's legal,responsible and reasonably smart). Mom bursts out. Her reasoning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"It's not a nice place"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Define nice? I don't think so. And this coming from a person who has been there a few times for company trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"It's dangerous for young girls"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ So I'm assuming that the big danger here is the girl might get abducted by some lusty hormone driven guy and be subjected to rape and torture. Therefore following that line of thinking,....it is okay for older women to go there? It is okay if they are subjected to such brutality cause they are old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the language but a rapist couldn't give a f*** about whether you're young or old, wrinkly or firm. He just needs a god damn hole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In Malaysia, 9 out of 10 rapes go unreported. This means that out of the 1,431 reported cases last year, there were actually more than 14,000 rape incidents that happened in our country in 2002 alone. The number of reported rape cases has been steadily increasing with a slight dip in year 2000. Statistics last year shows that only about 20% of rape incidents happened in public places, while nearly 70% of them happened in the "safety" of homes. Nearly 80% of rapists are people known by the survivor (WAO, 2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on stats, wow, I think it isn't safe to stay at home now. Lets pack and leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"You can go there for your honey-moon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ The confidence you have in ONE guy can't be matched by a WHOLE GROUP of girls?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"You don't know the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ You don't get to know the world by sitting down in the safe confinements of your home and reading the newspaper. I've known many people who have gone around the world and came back with many good memories. If you haven't done it, I don't think it's your place to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"When you become a mother you'll understand. This is what I told my mom, and see how i am now with you all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Question: HOW DO YOU KNOW? Even I don't know what I'm gonna be in the next few days. Using Bandura's Social Learning Theory,a possible explanation is this. Our parents turn out like their parents because that's the only model of parenting they have experienced. Therefore when clueless has to how to act, they revert to how they think their parents would have acted. This is perfectly normal and acceptable in most cases. BUT they are always exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't wanna be a certain way nobody can make you. Hence if I disagree with all the above reasoning, they is no way in my sane-n -healthy mind will i impose such restrictions on my children just to deal with MY own fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women let their lives and their female children's lives to be controlled and dictated by the crimes and criminals. Don't go out at night, there'll be someone waiting to pounce etc. They know they were subjected to double standards and and i think they start believing that they ARE really inferior and can't do anything (traveling in this context) on their on in a BIG BAD WORLD. Worst part is, they pass this down to their female children and the cycle goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it all comes down to perspetive. I see my world in rainbow-schemes with black dots here and there. You see it black speckled with tiny dots of white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-1456352668042143914?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/1456352668042143914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=1456352668042143914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1456352668042143914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1456352668042143914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/08/thailand-issue.html' title='The Thailand issue'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-7737421173533815915</id><published>2009-07-26T12:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:58:03.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>A Phenomenal Women</title><content type='html'>She pulled at our heartstrings every other festive season&lt;br /&gt;She gave us movies that touched the fundamentals of human relationships,&lt;br /&gt;She gave us expressions of art that were very Malaysian in every way.&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rabun&lt;/span&gt; in 2003 to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Talent-time&lt;/span&gt; in 2009 she made me marvel at her capabilities as &lt;br /&gt;a movie-maker. Something I don't do often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching a movie once where she cameos to give the aspiring director in the movie a piece of advice. the gist of it was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make movies about emotions. It is the hardest to potray but also the easiest to understand. People understand emotions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i can't agree more. Her movies and advertisements stood testimony to her believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I don't know much about the real Yasmin Ahmad. But the glimpse of Yasmin Ahmad through her blog shows a woman who embraced the soft side women are born with (and looked down upon for) and turned it into a force so strong, through film-making that while highlighting the differences between the races in Malaysia, brought people closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For simply being bold and courageous, For making movies that were fresh and real and smart and yes! sentimental,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Smvhm0lHCnI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xodpu2DpeeE/s1600-h/yasmin02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Smvhm0lHCnI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xodpu2DpeeE/s320/yasmin02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362627838380280434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin you will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-7737421173533815915?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/7737421173533815915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=7737421173533815915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7737421173533815915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7737421173533815915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/07/phenomenal-women.html' title='A Phenomenal Women'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Smvhm0lHCnI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xodpu2DpeeE/s72-c/yasmin02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-3071257549685091941</id><published>2009-07-26T12:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:20:48.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The tip of my fingers'/><title type='text'>The Next Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The sharp needles of rain,&lt;br /&gt;strike at me with fury,&lt;br /&gt;i see the droplets of water&lt;br /&gt;dripping of the bridge of my nose and &lt;br /&gt;i wonder if there's more to this&lt;br /&gt;uncalled for lashing,&lt;br /&gt;soaking anxiety,&lt;br /&gt;the undying feeling of wanting more,&lt;br /&gt;the sinking realization that maybe&lt;br /&gt;just maybe my time is running out&lt;br /&gt;before the world rushes past me&lt;br /&gt;me, myself and i&lt;br /&gt;invisible, and cold in a big dark hole&lt;br /&gt;a spiraling, whirling hole called&lt;br /&gt;L.I.F.E&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-3071257549685091941?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/3071257549685091941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=3071257549685091941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/3071257549685091941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/3071257549685091941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/07/next-chapter.html' title='The Next Chapter'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-8878264016890385170</id><published>2009-07-25T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:44:51.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>thru my lense</title><content type='html'>Since my last post was very heavy, i m now gonna revert to some light-hearted observations I so easily can make day in and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Malaysians love their pasar malam. We really do! What else are we gonna do rather than carry our thick purse out once or twice a week to hoard on food that can feed an entire 'kampung' or two. And besides, it's not like we can go anywhere else because the dedicated pasar malam vendors would take the liberty of setting up their stalls WAY to early in the afternoon in the blazing madness called sunlight and block the on-going traffic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)There are 3 lanes on the road. 1st track slow, 2nd track slightly faster, 3rd track: you catch a glimpse of the car and the 'whoosh' of speed.  Everyone is happy in their tracks and going at a pre-determined pace. Then you- Ms. middle lane, wants to overtake the car in front of you. To do that you put your signal to the left and attempt to move in the 1st track. and SUDDENLY mr. 1st lane remembers an emergency, triggered by your signal and blocks your every attempt to enter the first lane by deliberately going faster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Notice how most advertisements, pictures etc showcasing the multi-racial composition of Malaysia specifically looks for a really dark  boy or girl with a 'bindi' stuck on the forehead to represent an Indian. Since some people are ignorant enough, let me enlighten you, Indians are NOT all dark, oily haired, "bindi' wearers who speak with a bob in their heads. And when we do shake their heads it's because it is called Bharata-Natyam; a classical indian dance. We DO NOT walk around shaking our heads like we have a joint out of place in our neck. Chinese are NOT all flat eyed, with a killing obsession for money and Malays are NOT all lazy and self-indulgent. The only way to OneMalaysia is to STOP racial stereotypes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When you are about to make a turn at a junction, waiting for the on-going cars to cease temporarily so that you can take that turn and go back home to use the toilet...URGENTLY! that is when some stupid, air-headed people (and I'm sorry to say girls/women of all ages, mostly) would walk slowly, and gracefully, shaking their hips from side to side, sharing some latest gossip about whose husband ran away with whom without a car for the bloody traffic, the cars or somebody's almost bursting bladder! And it gets worst, they have the nerve..the BLOODY nerve to stare at you if you horn at them after which they continue their pace of walking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If you're feeling like getting an instant recognition date Giggs or any of the MU player. You'll be granted a title in no time. Malaysians have taken to a very generous behavior in granting titles to people these days. Dance around the tree in Bollywood, play football and strike goals like you are supposed to against MU or just jump down KLCC, you'll get your 'Grandpa'-title in no time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: non-Malaysians are invited too. What can i say? Malaysia Boleh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-8878264016890385170?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/8878264016890385170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=8878264016890385170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8878264016890385170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8878264016890385170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/07/thru-my-lense.html' title='thru my lense'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-8886402039876753841</id><published>2009-07-25T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:57:17.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>Religion X  or Y- Does it matter?</title><content type='html'>As a child, religion, beliefs, the concept of dualities; life and death, heaven and hell, made little to no sense to me. To a certain extent these concepts are still lost to me though at least now i make feeble attempts at trying to understand them.&lt;br /&gt;So sitting at my computer desk on a Saturday afternoon, i question and more importantly answer the question that has always been playing in my mind. Why am i a Hindu? am i a Hindu just because I'm born into a Hindu family? Why is anyone the religion they are? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My thesis on religiosity and pro-social behavior exposed to me to a whole breed of youngsters who do not claim to profess any religion. Though taken aback at first, I guess it's quite a honest thing to do rather than hide under the facade of a religion while doing exactly the opposite of what the religion preaches; or disagreeing explicitly but going along with what parents and the larger society forces upon us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So coming back to me, why am i a Hindu? Recently i came across an e-mail between a Hindu guy and his friend, which pretty much summed up my thoughts for me. The bold and italics are his words and the remaining- mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Hindu because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'You can believe in one god and he can be a&lt;br /&gt;Hindu. You may believe in multiple deities and still you can be a&lt;br /&gt;Hindu. What's more - you may not believe in god at all, still you can&lt;br /&gt;be a Hindu. An atheist can also be a Hindu.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i religious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy going to temples, i enjoy doing rituals but i can't say that I devote all my time in temple and service to God but i do feel a relationship with a higher being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'God is a friend. No- I am not afraid of God. Nobody has made any&lt;br /&gt;compulsions on me to perform these rituals regularly.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my definition of religiousness (though people might beg to differ), yes i guess i am religious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i thought of conversion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have but that was because I wanted to go to Sunday with my close friends who were mostly Christians. Now that I'm older and hopefully wiser,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'Why should I? Even if I challenge some of the rituals and faith in&lt;br /&gt;Hinduism, nobody can convert me from Hinduism. Because, I like being able to&lt;br /&gt;think independently and objectively, without&lt;br /&gt;conditioning. I remain as a Hindu never by force, but choice.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hinduism is not a religion, but a set of beliefs and&lt;br /&gt;practices. It is not a religion like Christianity or Islam because it&lt;br /&gt;is not founded by any one person or does not have an organized&lt;br /&gt;controlling body like the Church or the Order, I added. There is no&lt;br /&gt;institution or authority'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I do not discard the divine reality. Our&lt;br /&gt;scripture, or Sruthis or Smrithis - Vedas and Upanishads or the Gita -&lt;br /&gt;say God might be there or he might not be there. But we pray to that&lt;br /&gt;supreme abstract authority (Para Brahma) that is the creator of this&lt;br /&gt;universe. We have a concept - abstract - not a personal god.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The entry level Hinduism has over-whelming superstitions too. The philosophical side of Hinduism negates all superstitions.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nobody can convert you to Hinduism, because it is not a religion, but a set of beliefs and practices.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hinduism is referred to as Sanathana Dharma, the eternal faith. It is based on the practice of Dharma, the code of life. The most important aspect of Hinduism is being truthful to oneself. Hinduism has no monopoly on ideas.- It is open to all. Hindus believe in one God (not a personal one) expressed in different forms. For them, God is timeless and formless entity.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't think that God is as silly as an autocratic emperor who wants others&lt;br /&gt;to respect him or fear him.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, not having an organized controlling body allows me to be in control of my own direction in the spiritual world. I've been to the Hindu equivalent of Sunday classes, while i respect them for their devotion in teaching the "right" way of practicing/ interpreting Hinduism, the cynical side of me refuses to completely believe in the "transcendental wisdom" of the preacher. With all due respect, human beings will be just that- human beings. And the one-to-fit-all mental framework where we have to put aside our inherent differences to reach God does not appeal to me now and i doubt it will in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Personal Favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'if you look for meaning in life, don't look for it in religions; don't go from one cult to another or from one guru to the next. For a real seeker, I told her, the Bible itself gives guidelines when it says ' Kingdom of God is within you.' I reminded her of Christ's teaching about the love that we have for each other. That is where you can find the meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving each and every creation of the God is absolute and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Isavasyam idam sar vam' Isam (the God) is present (inhabits) here&lt;br /&gt;everywhere - nothing exists separate from the God, because God is&lt;br /&gt;present everywhere. Respect every living being and non-living things&lt;br /&gt;as God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this particularly funny :p:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'Ancestors of today's Hindus believe in eternal truths and cosmic laws and these truths are opened to anyone who seeks them.'But there is a section of Hindus who are either superstitious or turned fanatic to make this an organized religion like others. The British coin the word 'Hindu' and considered it as a religion.'Religions have become an MLM (multi-level- marketing)industry that has been trying to expand the market share by conversion. The biggest business in today's world is Spirituality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinduism is no exception'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, the reason I'm at ease with the religion I was born with and have grown to know and love is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;'The fact is Hinduism is a religion of the individual, for the&lt;br /&gt;individual and by the individual with its roots in the Vedas and the&lt;br /&gt;Bhagavad-Gita. It is all about an individual approaching a personal&lt;br /&gt;God in an individual way according to his temperament and inner&lt;br /&gt;evolution - it is as simple as that.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-8886402039876753841?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/8886402039876753841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=8886402039876753841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8886402039876753841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8886402039876753841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/07/religion-x-or-y-does-it-matter.html' title='Religion X  or Y- Does it matter?'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-4941772386683414253</id><published>2009-07-24T19:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:14:54.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FriendS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='~ la la land ~'/><title type='text'>Not so Drunk</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we were all geared up to go to Castle, a joint in Ampang which is apparently very nice and has good shisha. then tgk2, only 4 of us could go so we thought just eat in Ali Maju then go over to Bangsar to have coffee; when we have a Starbucks in PBD also. i know, we aren't the most practical people on the block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the moment we gt into the car Ms.Jasbir was so hyper that she threw all of us into fits of laughter. and as if that wasn't enough i had to go and wave at an unknown stranger; simply because she kept staring at us. i swear it was an impulse together with the whole ambiance of the night and the company. and right after waving, i had to go and trip in front of T-Club, thank god for Ann's fast reflex, i saved myself the embarrassment of falling in front of a group of older men; who i think thought we were a bunch of drunk girls and offered to buy us drinks. AND the funniest part was that we were NOT drunk! imagine if we were then :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In starbucks the laughs and giggles didn't stop and we saw these cute guy which i couldn't stop staring at. Yuvani should have been there cause the rest weren't act very approving of my staring. sheesh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our "pointless" conversations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't knw why some people are called LuLu..what kinda name is that?&lt;br /&gt;Ann: My grandma was called LuLu&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. Ok what about people called NieNie..thats funny kan?&lt;br /&gt;Ann: I call my cousin NieNie.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think I'll stop talkin now&lt;br /&gt;Ann: Yea i think you should. I had this relative grandpa called -sumthin- D' Souza.&lt;br /&gt;Jas: What was he called? SouSou?&lt;br /&gt;Ann: !!!!&lt;br /&gt;All of us : ROFL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ann in the toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ann do u want me to sing while u spray?&lt;br /&gt;Ann: Whats wrong with you? You're sick!&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yuvani S. being there in spirit, texts me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuv: I think you'll meet a guy tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hopefully =)&lt;br /&gt;Yuv: you ready for a r'ship huh? Well i pray with all my heart you meet a nice guy and have a drama free relationship that ends up in happy endings, although after what we've all been through, we Don't believe in.But i think when the right guy comes, he'll chnage us all into believers =)) and u deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now ain't that sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mich poses for a picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas: Mich you look like you're in the midst of getting raped. Pose properly!&lt;br /&gt;Mich: !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some of our pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SmmlCK6FpRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WyfZVHjldoc/s1600-h/IMGP1793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SmmlCK6FpRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WyfZVHjldoc/s320/IMGP1793.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361998288067601682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SmmlLZCbriI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Qz7Y33Q483k/s1600-h/IMGP1791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SmmlLZCbriI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Qz7Y33Q483k/s320/IMGP1791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361998446479519266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chair all of us wanted to sit on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SmmleQ8ww8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xiuFr7oTvBQ/s1600-h/IMGP1785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SmmleQ8ww8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/xiuFr7oTvBQ/s320/IMGP1785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361998770725766082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, it was a fun nite! and the stars of the day?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;(drumroll)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Smmkj3e01sI/AAAAAAAAAPU/EQtlcde-6VE/s1600-h/IMGP1818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Smmkj3e01sI/AAAAAAAAAPU/EQtlcde-6VE/s320/IMGP1818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361997767456904898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas we missed you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-4941772386683414253?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/4941772386683414253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=4941772386683414253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/4941772386683414253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/4941772386683414253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-so-drunk.html' title='Not so Drunk'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SmmlCK6FpRI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WyfZVHjldoc/s72-c/IMGP1793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-3208599163742391488</id><published>2009-07-19T12:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T12:55:45.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><title type='text'>The week that was</title><content type='html'>Update for the Week when-kohilah-came down-to visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Plan: Baking at Yuv's.&lt;br /&gt;Guest List: Ann, Kohi, Michelle, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yours-truly&lt;/span&gt; and Yuvani.&lt;br /&gt;Reality: we are a bunch of bums who like to laze around and talk about random stuff, sometimes about random people as well. and in our defense, the electricity went off so we couldn't bake even if we wanted to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Plan: Jusco Sale (on a personal note, NO shoes for me)and Nandos &lt;br /&gt;Guest List: Michelle, Kohi and me&lt;br /&gt;Reality: i bought another pencil skirt in brown (pencil skirts are my official favorite work-wear; very sexy-secretary ish :p)AND a pair of peep-toe flats. I couldn't resist it!my craving for Hot Peri-Peri chicken has been satisfied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Plan: Lunch + Harry Porter and The Half Blood Prince (opening day!)&lt;br /&gt;Guest List: Kohi, Michelle, Nishta and me&lt;br /&gt;Reality: Nishta couldn't make it for lunch. I found a caterpillar in my food! (names anonymous coz the owner came and apologized) and i got free lunch =)&lt;br /&gt;Movie was awesome!! (minus an annoying couple who kept narrating the story as it happens..geez)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Plan: Lunch at OU with Jasbir, Hit the clubs at night&lt;br /&gt;Guest List: Ann, Kohi, Jas, Mich, me and yuvani&lt;br /&gt;Reality: Jas couldn't make it for lunch so we saw her a while AFTER lunch and dessert. We went for dessert at Secret Recipe (marble cheese cake.....such a sweet sin!) we skipped clubbing and went to Rasta for late dinner except for kohi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Plan: Pasar malam and a BBQ party with Sheryn&lt;br /&gt;Guest List: Sheryn and me&lt;br /&gt;Reality: I couldn't get the car and her's rosak. So i just lepak-ed at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it is evident that&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Plans Aren't Meant To Be Followed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading.&lt;br /&gt;Laters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Yuvani Sidhu u have just wasted 5 precious minutes skimming through my post to know stuff you already know =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-3208599163742391488?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/3208599163742391488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=3208599163742391488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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college</title><content type='html'>i'm very free. i have nothin to do and thus i msn day-n-nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puveshini says: i have music class in the mornin&lt;br /&gt;NiKki says:music?? since wen did u do tat?wat music?&lt;br /&gt;puveshini says: classical indian music. i learn to sing&lt;br /&gt;NiKki says:yea rite and i learn how 2 do ballet&lt;br /&gt;puveshini says:hahhaaa didnt i tell u tat? seriously la.y wudnt u believe it?&lt;br /&gt;NiKki says:do i look like a circus monkey? u dun hv the classical look&lt;br /&gt;puveshini says: no u look worse, u look lik u. y must i have the classical look? n wt is the classical look?&lt;br /&gt;NiKki says:u havent even seen a circus monkey. i hv the classical look&lt;br /&gt;puveshini says: well thats true, i havent. which is???&lt;br /&gt;NiKki says: gud looks,style....&lt;br /&gt;puveshini says:!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously??!! &lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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what they say, a broken heart can be mended but the scars..well thats another story"&lt;br /&gt;-my MSN personal msg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she asks me why and if ethin is ok. then she asks me if its the ex. and ...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puveshini:haha...nope&lt;br /&gt;puveshini:he's not worth it. i'm too good for him&lt;br /&gt;arathy: he certainly is NOT&lt;br /&gt;arathy: we all know that.. ur beyond good..good does not suffice &lt;br /&gt;but then again.,for what its worth,he taught u a lesson that ur too good for any average joe like him  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see this is why i love her. she always says these stuff that makes u feel so great. and before you think i'm bimbotic and shallow, i KNOW i'm not all that. but still.....its nice to know that you have friends that have your back and think you're great even when you're doubting yourself because of some dude who doesnt give a rats ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lucky me, i have  a whole bunch of them =)&lt;div 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lazy)'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-5027162287289769843</id><published>2009-07-13T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:54:25.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>tv : the dumb-box!</title><content type='html'>isn't it funny how Oprah can be both inspirational and depressing at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;i see all these people who are special in some way and they are so strong about it, goin on with life in the best way that they can and not compalining though they might be lacking a leg, an arm or both. but still they preservere and watching them makes me ashamed of the minude things we make a fuss over and the many things we take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we complain about zits and frown, some ppl x have a face or rather have reconstructed faces and they still can smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we complain about doing work, some ppl have lost their hands and use prosthetics to even take care of their babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we complain about walking a distance, some people would give their all to be able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we complain that we're havin a bad hair day, some people have their whole bodies full of hair that can't b covered with a cap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why i don't watch Oprah, you see, i get depressed. then i get some sort of a "survivor guilt" for being blessed and it progresses to me being anxious over the uncertainties the future holds. i've always thought of myself having a bright, spotless future, but i bet that's wt all those ppl thought till their lifes got turned 360 degrees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz! i need to find other things to do than watch tv. maybe i'll go watch E! that's a no-brainer, no-depression, no-anxiety channel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and might i add that watching the BIGGEST LOSER has made me opt for carrot stix instead of chocs. i can't say my fwenz are gonna be too happy if i start counting the calory value for everythin i eat...see why i shouldn't be watching all these shows? i absorb it and then its stuck in my head!sheesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-5027162287289769843?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/5027162287289769843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=5027162287289769843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5027162287289769843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5027162287289769843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/07/tv-dumb-box.html' title='tv : the dumb-box!'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-7346857211038386447</id><published>2009-07-13T00:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:55:57.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>after an uneventful day n nite....,</title><content type='html'>(x)= D.O.N.E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bungee Jumping&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn a musical instrument&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn a form of dance&lt;br /&gt;4. get crafty&lt;br /&gt;5. bake a cake&lt;br /&gt;6. bake cookies&lt;br /&gt;7. prepare a 3 course meal (by myself)&lt;br /&gt;8. enter a singing competition audition&lt;br /&gt;9. sing a song and dance in the rain-&lt;em&gt;i'm so indian!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. swim in the rain (x)&lt;br /&gt;11. go GREEN&lt;br /&gt;12. volunteer for a cause and make a difference&lt;br /&gt;13. work in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;14. do at least 3 forms of water sports- diving, cayaking, white-water-rafting..etc&lt;br /&gt;15. go hungry for more than a day (x)&lt;br /&gt;16. kiss in the rain- &lt;em&gt;it shud be obvious by now..i love rain!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. write at least 5 poems&lt;br /&gt;18. get a research/article published&lt;br /&gt;19. counsel at least 1 person back to a relatively norm state&lt;br /&gt;20. GO herbal;skin care, hair care, nails, treatments.&lt;br /&gt;21. hop on a hot air-balloon&lt;br /&gt;22. try cuisines from 3 different countries that are unique&lt;br /&gt;23. carry a pet- &lt;em&gt;i don't carry animals; ANY animal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. learn to be diplomatic&lt;br /&gt;25. learn to tie a saree (x)&lt;br /&gt;26. own 50 pairs of shoes- &lt;em&gt;even the thought makes me =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. finish reading the &lt;em&gt;Bagavad Gita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. break a heart and get mine broken (x) &lt;em&gt;thank god i'm over n done with this =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. get my own place&lt;br /&gt;30. Read one other scripture from another religion&lt;br /&gt;31. get my own car&lt;br /&gt;32. eat take out on a beach&lt;br /&gt;33. write a love letter-&lt;em&gt;at least once, tho i'll prolly ketawa terbahak2 while at it&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;34. meet someone i befriended online (x)&lt;br /&gt;35. pole dance! hahahaha&lt;em&gt;....*sees aunty(my aunt reads my blog) faint!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. go to red carpet event at least once&lt;br /&gt;37. attend a concert!&lt;br /&gt;38. play some kinda sports&lt;br /&gt;39. get married :)&lt;br /&gt;40. eat a whole meal with chopstixs&lt;br /&gt;41. wear a traditional outfit from another culture.&lt;br /&gt;42. give a speech in front of at least one famous person&lt;br /&gt;43. appear on tv for sumnn significant&lt;br /&gt;44. wear a 2-piece bikini while i can &lt;em&gt;*and my aunt faints again*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. join a gym&lt;br /&gt;46. learn to swim..&lt;em&gt;yes i cant swim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. visit all Asian countries =)&lt;br /&gt;48. go camping and jungle trekking with fwenz&lt;br /&gt;49. act in a stage production&lt;br /&gt;50. complete my masters n Phd..simply coz i lik the title Dr &lt;em&gt;...*save ur thots, i knw! :p* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-7346857211038386447?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/7346857211038386447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=7346857211038386447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7346857211038386447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7346857211038386447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-uneventful-day-n-nite.html' title='after an uneventful day n nite....,'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-5830013966554867209</id><published>2009-07-13T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:01:22.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>ATTENTION: drivers!</title><content type='html'>i was in singing class today and the people there were talking bout someone who met an accident...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it turns out that along federal highway-near amcorp mall, evil-plans-scheming ppl deliberately pour oil on the road that causes ppl to get into an accident. the reason? wen u get knocked, they are the first to rush to ur aid n get u a tow truck and give u all the help u need. the tow truck ppl might also be involved in this syndicate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: DO NOT accept help from ppl who miraculously come to ur aid. as sceptical as i may sound, most malysians aren't that helpful..so a bunch of ppl comin to help u as if on cue shud be enuff to make u aware that sumn is off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the solution: its always best to have ur own car services ppl..AAM etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy driving =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-5830013966554867209?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/5830013966554867209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=5830013966554867209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5830013966554867209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5830013966554867209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/07/attention-drivers.html' title='ATTENTION: drivers!'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-2136016808900063674</id><published>2009-07-11T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:41:15.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><title type='text'>eye-O-drama</title><content type='html'>i just got back from ampang puteri-the sister needed an eye specialist.&lt;br /&gt;god! this dr has so many ppl waiting to see her that we had to wait more than 3 hours for our turn....i was getting so restless and even managed to get into a fight with my sister..sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway from the moment i entered i see all these newspaper cuttings about how contact lenses can cause all these eye infections and in some cases leading to blindeness. yikes! i was freaked out n went to read further (coz i gt my own pair a month ago). so as i was reading on, basically it says that if you arent meticulous enuff it'll cause parasitic infections *swallows* and then lead to well all other eye-tragedies :S. and most of the time happens to ppl who use it for cosmetic purposes than remediation...so i'm lik phewww...i'm short sighted so i'm not exactly using it for cosmetic purposes and i specifically asked 4 non-color; but my power was too low for it.problem solved rite? now i'm feeling all good bout myself n my contact lense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till this girl who was waiting with us comes out with a bandage on one eye. and the mom is explaining the procedure the dr used; sumn involving, expanding the eye and cutting and....i-don't-know-coz-i-tuned-out (it's too much for me! i might faint of nausea!). then after a while the anaesthetic starts wearing off n now she can physically feeel the cut n pain and pedih-ness of it all! she started crying n shaking her legs (in attempt to control the pain)...and her mother says this " thats y wen mommy told u not to wear contact lens, x wanna listen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;*looks in horror at mom*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: gives me the &lt;em&gt;i-told-u-so look&lt;/em&gt;. ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after million light years we get called in n wt is the first thing i see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a board saying all the eye-diseases that happens with lack of care for contact lens. with gruesome pictures! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this some sorta sign?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the anxiety of how the future my vision (literally) is gonna be i stupidly asked the dr...."erm, i'm wearing contacts, how do i take care of it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr: din the ppl who sold u the contacts teach u to wear it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yea....*trail off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god my mom rephrased n asked wt the dr thought of contacts. n she said, u have to be very careful, if it irritates take it out immediately n see a dr, u shud b fine.hhhhhmmm....expected ans but at least she din say its totally completely bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll stick to my glasses for some time....unless its really really reeeaalllly necessary. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-2136016808900063674?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/2136016808900063674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=2136016808900063674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2136016808900063674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2136016808900063674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/07/eye-o-drama.html' title='eye-O-drama'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-4170349167384287985</id><published>2009-07-10T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:43:13.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping delight'/><title type='text'>shoppers day out</title><content type='html'>carrying lotsa shopping bags out from the car after a days worth of shopping is one of my many fav things in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the excitement i feel wen i get a good bargain, the feel of puttin on that new dress, skirt, blouse and lookin at urself in the mirror, and the sound of the machine goin 'ka-ching' as the deal is finalized and the pretty stuff are urs to love and treasure...awwww =))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got 4 tops and 1 pencil skirt all for RM160! and...my mom din flinch once at my choice of clothes. now all i have to do is somehow get exempted from NS, hunt dwn major companies and get myself a job...simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or NOT!. damn! i knew i had to get back to reality sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, the day was still great :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to an awesome week ahead with my chickas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i'm proud of myself that i did not give in to temptation and buy shoes or casual clothes. i stuck to my to-buy list &lt;em&gt;*pats self on back*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-4170349167384287985?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/4170349167384287985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=4170349167384287985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/4170349167384287985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/4170349167384287985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/07/shoppers-day-out.html' title='shoppers day out'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-537578916200437675</id><published>2009-07-09T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:10:54.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>MJ controversies</title><content type='html'>seriously whats the deal with all the people who still make a big deal about MJ??&lt;br /&gt;the man lived, made great music..and yes he prolly screwed up here and there-but dont we all? and now he's no more! stop fighting and blaming and acusing him of all the things that he can't defend anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, bars and clubs make money out of him by paying "tribute" days to MJ- Charging ppl more money,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEcondly, all the questions surrounding his death, heart attack? suicide? overdose? -its escalated to a point i think it dusnt matter HOW, he's GONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, every satelite, newspaper n online portal is dedicated to do a total biograpy of the man where they dig up everything and question and question n question all the decisions- yes everybody makes less than rational decisions, even MJ maybe did just because he's KIng of Pop dont make him less human...give him a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they are some bodoh people who make his religion sucha  big issue,seriously what does it matter?? he can be a member of his own religion for all i care, he gave us music coz he was an artist n he loved wt he did. he DID NOT however give us the right to scrutinize his every move and action...and yes, he's religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the latest, O'Reily claiming his less black for having white donors for his in-vitro children. oh really?? so i guess Mr. Mrs Jolie-Pitt aren't anythin huh? coz they practically got reps from countries all over the globe as their kids!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he might have bleached his skin or did whteva he did but he's not around to justify himself (not that i think he owes any1 any)and have some respect....ALOT of respect actually. sheesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-537578916200437675?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/537578916200437675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=537578916200437675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/537578916200437675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/537578916200437675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/07/mj-controversies.html' title='MJ controversies'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-1520774516584521177</id><published>2009-07-08T19:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:23:48.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S</title><content type='html'>it's been four years since i stepped into HELP.-the awkward phase of entering a whole new chapter in your life in a new institution in a new town with complete strangers! (gombakland-ers wud knw coz we are basically in our comfort zone all thruout school with fwenz)...i even had thoughts of stoppin coz i thought i was too 'kampung' to fit into the whole college culture. anyhow, days turned into months, months to years and after 4 years, i look back and am glad that i stayed on. A degree in psych, friends from all over, many many memories-some painful, some sweet, and gazzilions were.... hillarious!! &lt;br /&gt;     i went in as a girl with tonnes of insecurities as a person and in others n i now leave with my head up high with certainty about who i am, what i'm made of, my values and of coz the people that helped me go thru this self-discovery process and who have been a big source of inspiration and help...then and now.&lt;br /&gt;     this post is dedicated to the main cast who have held prominent roles in my life and have been, my support system in good and bad times these past years. in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SlSKyiABU6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/n9abLYZxgGA/s1600-h/IMGP1147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SlSKyiABU6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/n9abLYZxgGA/s320/IMGP1147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356058457575347106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *YUVanI Sidhu*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My first and longest fwen in college; since orientation day in Foundation. followed me on my first sorta-kinda- date out; tho she din lik the guy. loved sungai wang and times square with me and my first shopping kaki; she always questions n questions n questions and i have to say had a very..."interesting" way of perceiving things. nevertheless, it helped me think out of the shell and question what i had held on as universal truths. she also was there on my first clubbin session and told me that everything is gonna be ok. hugs for always texting me even tho i don't text back as often. i DO appreciate it :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SlSN-2iIxwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/cnwkctQ5IyQ/s1600-h/IMGP1714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SlSN-2iIxwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/cnwkctQ5IyQ/s320/IMGP1714.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356061967780464386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Michelle Renu Singh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The person i can be myself most with. has always been there if i need to talk to someone whether its somethin serious or just to let off some steam. never judging me and always being my teman in so many things that its hard to keep track of everythin.  does my make-up for me wen we're going out, always watches out for not only me but everyone else and my go-to person in every imaginable situation. she's so comfortable with being herself that i started feelin comfortable with myself too. the thing is, i always thot that being quiet n introverted was bad and i shud change and she proved me wrong..gladly. Hugs for always being my rock on land and even in the deep, wide, blue sabah sea ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SlSRPxTowBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XU5rbkWnUhE/s1600-h/n807799250_589571_4997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SlSRPxTowBI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XU5rbkWnUhE/s320/n807799250_589571_4997.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356065556970127378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Jasbir Kaur*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one of those rare people you hit it off with the moment u talk to them!she is my another temaning partner all thruout degree and has been such great company together with her sisters and brother all these years. she's is responsible for my first clubbing session ;) n has always helped me and stayed by me even at  times when i felt abandoned by everyone else. a day out with her is definitely filled with lauffs and giggles about things that basically dusnt make sense to anyone and not even to us, but we'll still lauff our heads out first and secondly at ourselves for being silly! she reinforced the family values in me which i dont find in many people out there. hugs for always having my back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SlSUnLHfneI/AAAAAAAAAOM/yV5w1WkP6Gc/s1600-h/DPP_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SlSUnLHfneI/AAAAAAAAAOM/yV5w1WkP6Gc/s320/DPP_0262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356069257570393570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Ann Nicole Nunis*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the life of a party, and someone you go out with if all u wanna do is sit back and chillax. got to say the road was not always smooth for us but we're made it for four years and i daresay many more years to come. introduced me to the art of online shopping tho she has to take the cake as the online shopping queen of all times. ann is a huge contributor to all our outings as she brings kelini (her car) that has angkuted all of us to so many different places al these years. the only euro-asian person i knw and prolly will only knw that can understand and even attempts to speak in tamil and watches tamil movies, and goes gaga over indian actors! an avid animal lover and always trying to show me the cuteness of cats which i still DONT see :p hugs for always planning trips that have turned out to be memorable for all of us. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SlSdzB8ajAI/AAAAAAAAAOk/pW6kX60bXIU/s1600-h/kohi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SlSdzB8ajAI/AAAAAAAAAOk/pW6kX60bXIU/s320/kohi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356079356871085058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* KohilaH Sivasamy*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the most outspoken and straight-forward of the lot! thanks for making me see that it's ok to speak ur mind and be honest about wht u want n dont. my dancing partner in the short-term contemporary lessons and also in performing in sarees :)i was always getting mistaken for being her during foundation and its a compliment coz the women is a hottie :)she's always striked me as being strong and levelheaded; two terms that i don't completey identify with which i knw is crucial to me now and in the future. hugs for being yourself all thruout and being true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SlSY3ma9SJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RZrP4fk35io/s1600-h/IMGP1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SlSY3ma9SJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RZrP4fk35io/s320/IMGP1168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356073937824204946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Devanand Raj*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the clown! he comes up with so many craetive names for ann that more often than not annoys her and their antics are so funny that u cant help but l.o.l! has been accepted as one of our GFS!!!! and knows boutgirls-stuff as much as us coz....well he din have a choice, we made him listen :p hugs for always making really good jokes and making us lauff.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...these six were the major reason i survived college and had lotsa fun while at it. while our lives take us on different paths, our memories together wud be etched forever on....well, FAcebook for one :p and in my heart and mind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a long over-due &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-1520774516584521177?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/1520774516584521177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=1520774516584521177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1520774516584521177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1520774516584521177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SlSKyiABU6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/n9abLYZxgGA/s72-c/IMGP1147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-2161320927317296765</id><published>2009-06-28T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:22:36.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>i have two more papers next week.&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 1.15pm next wed i'll be done with my 3 years edu in HELP =)&lt;br /&gt;ok exam finishes at 2 but its mcq n i usually come out that time coz after 1.30 we have to wait till 2. the rule x make sense to me...but well, most rules dont anyway!&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankin my lucky stars coz 2 outta 3 papers this sem are all MCQ and btw they are both thought by Dr. Logan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think HELP's Psych Dept is fastest by far at replying e-mails. all other companies which i email to take forever to reply! like i have nuthin to do then check my mail everyday (which i do...coz i'm kiasu lik that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transformers was awesome! ppl clapped in the cinema's (yes i can still watch movies =)) and i found it so much funnier than the first...oohh i lurvvvveee BumbleBee, he's so adorable isnt he? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just coz my post seems so plain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SkdgUum6vRI/AAAAAAAAANs/3JerIGAZVCI/s1600-h/IMGP1759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SkdgUum6vRI/AAAAAAAAANs/3JerIGAZVCI/s320/IMGP1759.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352352591378038034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lychee+ lime from D'lish =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-2161320927317296765?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/2161320927317296765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=2161320927317296765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2161320927317296765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2161320927317296765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/06/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SkdgUum6vRI/AAAAAAAAANs/3JerIGAZVCI/s72-c/IMGP1759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-4138167280877313174</id><published>2009-06-22T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:29:17.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><title type='text'>post reception</title><content type='html'>i have class at freakin 8 tom!&lt;br /&gt;mom is on leave tom ..damn!&lt;br /&gt;my legs are aching from the 2 inch heels i wore to prasad anna's wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;my saree was gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me i have to take yow shopping 4 saree (yea she's my chinese indian fwen...not chindian tho ;)&lt;br /&gt;i have 4 chapters of notes to fin reading n highlighting!&lt;br /&gt;i can still blog.&lt;br /&gt;i'm talkin to a photographer about artsy fartsy nude shots. (thinking of being the light girl *winks*&lt;br /&gt;i have an indemnity form to sign.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to graduate....&lt;br /&gt;but first i cant wait to snuggle into my bed with my cushiony pillows all around...&lt;br /&gt;hhhmmmmm heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-4138167280877313174?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/4138167280877313174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=4138167280877313174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/4138167280877313174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/4138167280877313174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/06/post-reception.html' title='post reception'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-8584345818901695030</id><published>2009-06-20T00:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:54:38.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><title type='text'>Goodbye ahmed!</title><content type='html'>so finally ahmed's left to go back (landed also) :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia post-ahmed is fine, but we'll all miss him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue:San Francisco Steak House, Tropicana Mall.&lt;br /&gt;Day: day before ahmed flys back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjvCPFbDshI/AAAAAAAAANM/eaPJr6Vdl-w/s1600-h/IMGP1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjvCPFbDshI/AAAAAAAAANM/eaPJr6Vdl-w/s320/IMGP1649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349082546842087954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjvCjlaW37I/AAAAAAAAANU/H4qF3UTyT6k/s1600-h/IMGP1650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjvCjlaW37I/AAAAAAAAANU/H4qF3UTyT6k/s320/IMGP1650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349082899026468786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** all of us!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I hate goodbyes! not lookin forward for the other goodbyes that might be comin soon. haizzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-8584345818901695030?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/8584345818901695030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=8584345818901695030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8584345818901695030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8584345818901695030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-ahmed.html' title='Goodbye ahmed!'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjvCPFbDshI/AAAAAAAAANM/eaPJr6Vdl-w/s72-c/IMGP1649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-4155389869417078585</id><published>2009-06-20T00:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:03:37.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><title type='text'>euphoria!</title><content type='html'>3rd stop: Euphoria, Sunway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can we sen someone off without a clubbing session?&lt;br /&gt;so all of us hopped into a car (KOhi's) and took a punya la panjang road to reach euphoria. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sju-g1WHOyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/zhpCFYqNmKk/s1600-h/IMGP1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sju-g1WHOyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/zhpCFYqNmKk/s320/IMGP1575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349078453717515042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**the girls who went**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sju-uFljhZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DdcgcA3xSR4/s1600-h/IMGP1597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sju-uFljhZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DdcgcA3xSR4/s320/IMGP1597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349078681415550354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**tryin to do a kapchai charlie's angel pose :p**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHT of the evening?? Ahmed's Chicken dance-steps! it was hillarious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sju_OKptuiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/HqV0O2AbPQs/s1600-h/IMGP1601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sju_OKptuiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/HqV0O2AbPQs/s320/IMGP1601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349079232530987554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** ahmed caught in action**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sju_56sbZ1I/AAAAAAAAANE/ivlyAtOIiL8/s1600-h/IMGP1613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sju_56sbZ1I/AAAAAAAAANE/ivlyAtOIiL8/s320/IMGP1613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349079984161646418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** by the end of the  night: from Left:-michelle, ME, ahmed, Kohilah, Tenesh, Nishta, Abbas and picture taken by Giresh a.k.a Mr. Clown =)**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun night minus the not-so-fun music :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part of the night was NISHTA! she was the bomb la...singing loudly in the car, then on the way to asia cafe, then in asia cafe, walkin  bak to the car and finally on the way back also!&lt;br /&gt;walkin hand in hand with her, i bet many ppl thot we were both drunk or sumn. haha..i prefered her singing to the choice of music that day in mos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the award for the most entertaining Blonde Singer/Friend of the MOnth goes to....&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;* *drumrolll**&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjvEZCnB0LI/AAAAAAAAANc/O5ni5E1REMk/s1600-h/IMGP1622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjvEZCnB0LI/AAAAAAAAANc/O5ni5E1REMk/s320/IMGP1622.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349084916908937394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****NISHTA JIWA!!!!****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-4155389869417078585?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/4155389869417078585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=4155389869417078585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/4155389869417078585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/4155389869417078585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/06/euphoria.html' title='euphoria!'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/Sju-g1WHOyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/zhpCFYqNmKk/s72-c/IMGP1575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-8082000931877202848</id><published>2009-06-14T23:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:30:22.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><title type='text'>Batu caves '09</title><content type='html'>2nd stop : BATU Caves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, who lives only minutes away from bt caves...its really just batu caves. but since its a tourist attraction..we brought ahmed here.&lt;br /&gt; basically the hindus went praying first-but we made it quick. then we hiked up the stairs...almost attacked by munkees--&gt; which is a constant threat in bt caves. nishta got attacked by a munkee and she went lik " Nehi.....Nehii... (No..NO... in HIndi) hahah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUV7EuMOwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zBhuVTSSDjE/s1600-h/IMGP1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUV7EuMOwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zBhuVTSSDjE/s320/IMGP1524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347204237196278530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nishta n a munkee (prolly not the wan which attacked her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;munkee or no munkee, we still did wt we do best---&gt; took pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUVI00cydI/AAAAAAAAALk/bWwRx3s44NI/s1600-h/IMGP1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUVI00cydI/AAAAAAAAALk/bWwRx3s44NI/s320/IMGP1525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347203373934102994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUVRHZVSJI/AAAAAAAAALs/pwIqg2Gg040/s1600-h/IMGP1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUVRHZVSJI/AAAAAAAAALs/pwIqg2Gg040/s320/IMGP1521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347203516359592082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahmed trying hard to catch up....go go go ahmed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUVuSrJOWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/5gjsFxJsYiU/s1600-h/IMGP1526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUVuSrJOWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/5gjsFxJsYiU/s320/IMGP1526.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347204017603295586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost there d..see the entrance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally we were in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUWMH-h5KI/AAAAAAAAAME/7m8p_vQ6ozY/s1600-h/IMGP1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUWMH-h5KI/AAAAAAAAAME/7m8p_vQ6ozY/s320/IMGP1541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347204530127889570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to Hock Lee's for char kuey teow.&lt;br /&gt;ahmed kept dropping all his chopstix and nishta had to keep gettin him extras..till a point he just used the fork. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pic of ahmed who "almost" mastered using the stix after 3 years in m'sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUWmq1fXuI/AAAAAAAAAMM/NnUnjEbWcV4/s1600-h/IMGP1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUWmq1fXuI/AAAAAAAAAMM/NnUnjEbWcV4/s320/IMGP1547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347204986161815266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally a detour to midv for terminator salvation and we ended up in Secret Recipe instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUW7Lu-j7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/tO6pYh71nQY/s1600-h/IMGP1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUW7Lu-j7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/tO6pYh71nQY/s320/IMGP1551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347205338590252978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kohi n ahmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUXEzwSVLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tyI5OxkoTp8/s1600-h/IMGP1554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUXEzwSVLI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tyI5OxkoTp8/s320/IMGP1554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347205503951983794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the yummylicious brownie =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mich n i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUXQ3QSq6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Qxa5Xm2eeps/s1600-h/IMGP1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUXQ3QSq6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Qxa5Xm2eeps/s320/IMGP1553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347205711049960354" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anythin be betta than hanging out with friends on a hot weekday...when the only other thing to do is goin 4 class?&lt;br /&gt;i guess not :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-8082000931877202848?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/8082000931877202848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=8082000931877202848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8082000931877202848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8082000931877202848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/06/batu-caves-09.html' title='Batu caves &apos;09'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUV7EuMOwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zBhuVTSSDjE/s72-c/IMGP1524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-2060253890056287044</id><published>2009-06-14T22:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:12:58.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~trip up the mountain~</title><content type='html'>i've been very busy-which is obvious coz i havent been updating.&lt;br /&gt;ok so ahmed is goin back to kenya today....and in the days before today we have been goin out in the name of farewell party alottt!!&lt;br /&gt;so here goes, 1st stop: Genting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjURDHTNNfI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vsDYbK_2l-0/s1600-h/IMGP1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjURDHTNNfI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vsDYbK_2l-0/s320/IMGP1450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347198877769217522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermmmm..everyone's here except ahmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjURQhF1J3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/8RUF0WzCQao/s1600-h/IMGP1442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjURQhF1J3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/8RUF0WzCQao/s320/IMGP1442.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347199108030736242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now ahmed's here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went on a weekend and it was the agong's bday or sumn...it was packed i tell u!&lt;br /&gt;wat were we thinking! we waited n waited n waited for everythin!! 6 hours=3 games, so go figure.&lt;br /&gt;but..but..BUT....we still had fun coz we played our own string of games, rhyming words, charade, whisper, naming-related-words, oh n most important cam-whoring. we were even entertaining few tourist who were lining up as well =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUS9gVyqGI/AAAAAAAAALU/mnkswG3vw0A/s1600-h/IMGP1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUS9gVyqGI/AAAAAAAAALU/mnkswG3vw0A/s320/IMGP1486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347200980434987106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seee my friends dont need training. they pose on cue! so terror...&lt;br /&gt;i went on the crazy space shot; the thing takes u up 30 ft n drops u. my heart was in my mouth! but i'll go again anytime =D soooo niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUSO16Mc5I/AAAAAAAAALE/P8l8J4gVO6A/s1600-h/IMGP1475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUSO16Mc5I/AAAAAAAAALE/P8l8J4gVO6A/s320/IMGP1475.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347200178770965394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giler sial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we (actually the boys ;ahmed n mahdi) made fun of food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUSpJEOcOI/AAAAAAAAALM/HLryNf1YiSA/s1600-h/IMGP1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUSpJEOcOI/AAAAAAAAALM/HLryNf1YiSA/s320/IMGP1501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347200630589911266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahdi was like " WHORE? FUN? in IPOH?? LMAO!" hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally we came back at 11 sumn. tired, worn out and sleepy. but it was a day well spent. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUTWPFcCYI/AAAAAAAAALc/GDBfES0Wjxc/s1600-h/IMGP1515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjUTWPFcCYI/AAAAAAAAALc/GDBfES0Wjxc/s320/IMGP1515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347201405299722626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**us**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-2060253890056287044?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/2060253890056287044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=2060253890056287044' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2060253890056287044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2060253890056287044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-up-mountain.html' title='~trip up the mountain~'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SjURDHTNNfI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vsDYbK_2l-0/s72-c/IMGP1450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-2550183892427554879</id><published>2009-06-13T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:02:49.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>hullloooo...,&lt;br /&gt;i went to gentings, batu caves n euphoria this week!&lt;br /&gt;feelin euphoric again...feels good to b back to my chirpy happy self&lt;br /&gt;n not the angsty emo bitch i've been in the last couple posts.&lt;br /&gt;ok so i x think i gt the sunway medical center offer but i applied 4 an internship in&lt;br /&gt;Leo Burnett Agency.&lt;br /&gt;lets see how this goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: im resizing the pics at my own pace..sowie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-2550183892427554879?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/2550183892427554879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=2550183892427554879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2550183892427554879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2550183892427554879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/06/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-3348933570301059952</id><published>2009-06-10T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:24:51.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><title type='text'>my fav quizzes</title><content type='html'>Puveshini took the Which type of woman are you? quiz and the result is Lovely Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are lovely and caring. You help others and spread out a lot of sympathy. Your life aim might be to serve the people. But your weakness is that you forget about yourself, your own needs. All your time is hold back for your friends and family. You are always there for people in trouble. Ready for any emergency. You make a lot of sacrifices just to be a good human. But every woman has her needs, her longings and a destiny. Don't loose yourself in work or curing other people's souls. You will have your own problems in your life. Another problem is that you don't say your opinion when it's right and important to say it. People trample onto your soul if you are always so kind and lovely and helpful. They will play on you. Though you should try to relax more and enjoy your life, you should not loose the gift that was given to you to help others . Not everyone is created this way... You are unique and rare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post feeds my narcissistic side that's hidden deep within =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-3348933570301059952?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/3348933570301059952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=3348933570301059952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/3348933570301059952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/3348933570301059952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-fav-quizzes.html' title='my fav quizzes'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-5623429436416801914</id><published>2009-06-09T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:41:57.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>moe-ness</title><content type='html'>"you can only go for holiday when u get married- with ur husband"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i incapacitated?&lt;br /&gt;am i not capable to take care of myself?&lt;br /&gt;am i not a self-sufficient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls..speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no prob with getting married and having a family but yes i have a serious problem with letting my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revolve around being a wife and a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*gasping for air*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-5623429436416801914?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/5623429436416801914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=5623429436416801914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5623429436416801914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5623429436416801914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/06/moe-ness.html' title='moe-ness'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-5195358815669098805</id><published>2009-06-08T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:49:40.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>*hits forehead*</title><content type='html'>FYI being a indian girl from a conservative indian family sucks big time!!!&lt;br /&gt;seriously!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt;ME: wanna drive after getting license&lt;br /&gt;Them: No cant, let me drive, its hot/raining/car x in good condition (as if they are expert drivers)/i'm sleepy (more the reasons they shudn't drive)&lt;br /&gt;____insert all imaginable excuses____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&gt;ME: I wanna go pasar malam &lt;br /&gt;Them: wt for? stay at home. its dark d. errrmmm hello? pasar &lt;em&gt;MALAM??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&gt;Me: Ok i'll take the car and bring suha along&lt;br /&gt;Them : Wt 4 laa...just stay at home. No need. can go on monday/sat depending on whiich day i asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when next mon comes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&gt;Me: i'm goin p.malam&lt;br /&gt;Them: &lt;em&gt;*Repeat (2) &amp; (3) again*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&gt; Me:I'm &lt;strong&gt;goin&lt;/strong&gt; Gentings/Sabah&lt;br /&gt;Them: *grudgingly silent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&gt; Me: Can i go Redang?&lt;br /&gt;Them: No its too far (i've been to Sabah!)/ Y u goin out so much (def:more than once a week is too much)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&gt; Me: My friends n i goin out mkn at &lt;em&gt;*insert location*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them: y wanna waste money? nobody's bday stay at home. so if u have 1 friend, u go out 4 dinner only once. im SOOO lucky i have 6 close friends so i get to go out 6 days for dinner..yaaay!!wth?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&gt; Me: lets go holiday/ dinner outside (sin kee x count!)&lt;br /&gt;Them: No can not/ no need ,stay home&lt;br /&gt;wen my dad is around...,&lt;br /&gt;Them: Lets go (said with full force of enthusiasm!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9&gt; Me: i wanna get my own place after saving up, b independent n make my own decisions etc.&lt;br /&gt;Them: No. no such thing. we'll be alone. but if u get married then u can go (coz then apparently they wont be alone coz i gt married--&gt; I + married = they not alone (does any1 see the logic?? coz i clearly don't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&gt; if ur 40/ 50 n u move out OR go for holidays&lt;br /&gt;Them:ok wat...so old d.betta enjoy now ("only" wen ur old can enjoy) no body is gonna rape or murder or kill or rob u betta still no tsunami or accidents can happen to u wen ur old.coz criminals and accidents only lik the young ones &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, your guide to knowing an indian family (read: my indian family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. u shud just stay at home all the time. if u go out more than once a week...., its whoa! bad!!even if ur bored to death just stay home. good girls x go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. so what if in 4 years of coll u've only been on a trip with ur friends twice. day trip: genting and holiday: Sabah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. only go on trips if ur dad is there. coz apparently all men we knw are trained in martial arts or some form of combat to keep the bad guys away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ladies shud not be outside after dark. esp if u live in gombak and tho ur hse is so freaking close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. if ur dad is not around u just stay home 4 all holidays coz its a crime 4 women to go holiday on their own remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. wen e1 else complains their children are irresponsible n feeding off their parents, this ppl are happy to keep u at home n get u married off to the first nice boy that pops. stay at hoem all u want just x go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.neuroticism at its worst. pessimistic, hear motorbike: snatch thief comin. &lt;br /&gt;after 8 doors shud be close. all the what-ifs in the world comes to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. they'll ALWAYS come up with new excuses to keep u at home. wen they alone, x go. if extended family comes, not alone but now its "everyone is here, how can u go out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. they educate u, give u brains to think for yourself and u repay them by being good children who study, gop to coll, fin degree, try findin job, dont do drugs, dont do alcohol, dont do boys....be basically all nice n boring----&gt; BUT they still x trust u. probably they never will. they say they do, but they dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. u can be 30 for god's sake n they'll still treat u lik ur 3. count on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna scream!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-5195358815669098805?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/5195358815669098805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=5195358815669098805' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5195358815669098805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5195358815669098805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/06/hits-forehead.html' title='*hits forehead*'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-1677848973481768616</id><published>2009-06-07T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:49:07.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><title type='text'>on a sunday mornin</title><content type='html'>Time: 10.45&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: the click of the camera as mich surfs thru genting pics&lt;br /&gt;Lookin at: Kohila sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting: Breakfast!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wishing: I don't have to take the train back n by some miracle, mom comes to fetch me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting pics tonite peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-1677848973481768616?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/1677848973481768616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=1677848973481768616' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1677848973481768616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1677848973481768616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-sunday-mornin.html' title='on a sunday mornin'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-1731769730875211966</id><published>2009-06-05T19:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:22:48.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomical treats'/><title type='text'>A Good Friday</title><content type='html'>the reunion of the SiX-hillcrestianz in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SikLXCk022I/AAAAAAAAAKE/_0NoKtVbsls/s1600-h/IMGP1406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SikLXCk022I/AAAAAAAAAKE/_0NoKtVbsls/s320/IMGP1406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343814923308030818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**tHE mENU**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SikMcwLRd1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/4j3-PDsdaDw/s1600-h/IMGP1416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SikMcwLRd1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/4j3-PDsdaDw/s320/IMGP1416.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343816120959858514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cHICKEN fAJITAS qUESIDILAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SikMmgYuZmI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zW-DtD38YIA/s1600-h/IMGP1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SikMmgYuZmI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zW-DtD38YIA/s320/IMGP1417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343816288520005218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some thing clifford randomly ordered (which he then blamed me for!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SikM2lNK7BI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HMLTV_mTjjQ/s1600-h/IMGP1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SikM2lNK7BI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HMLTV_mTjjQ/s320/IMGP1418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343816564691627026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Crispers (like Goreng pisang- but substitute pisang for chicken-- :S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some things never change:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt; Clifford flirting with all of us esp. Joanne (dude she has a boyf laa..x chance d)&lt;br /&gt;2&gt; Jokes about teachers (i.e MAMA-lion, Bull-Dog, boring-cheeky History teacher ;) never get old.&lt;br /&gt;3&gt; Gossipping about people we loved, liked and well.....din-like-so-much is NEVER a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;4&gt; You can grow and groom and change your hair color but babe ur always be Yowie to me!&lt;br /&gt;5&gt; Jade's indian-ness is apparent till today (think Global Indian Fair 2009 + Mehndi)&lt;br /&gt;and finally, girls and their inherited passion for shopping *thanks god for that*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SikNPRSBi-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/m0QJL8wnk28/s1600-h/IMGP1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SikNPRSBi-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/m0QJL8wnk28/s320/IMGP1423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343816988840004578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The Non-Bloggers~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and others change:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt; Most of us drive now&lt;br /&gt;2&gt; we are Gombak-land-ers who hung out in McD now naik pangkat to Chillies =P&lt;br /&gt;3&gt; Joanne is a first-class graduate goin on to be a PHd. holder. yaaay!!! Congrats babe!&lt;br /&gt;4&gt; from shopping for dresses to shoes now we have matured to shopping for sarees&lt;br /&gt;5&gt; Kids to Adols, Uniforms to Dresses, Shoes to Heels and now Books to Boys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SikNcwWOR2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/I5LNCke3F9c/s1600-h/IMGP1412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SikNcwWOR2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/I5LNCke3F9c/s320/IMGP1412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343817220517414754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The Bloggers~ haha coincidence we sat like dat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good friday indeed =)&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-1731769730875211966?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/1731769730875211966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=1731769730875211966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1731769730875211966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1731769730875211966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-friday.html' title='A Good Friday'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SikLXCk022I/AAAAAAAAAKE/_0NoKtVbsls/s72-c/IMGP1406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-8428708716328965646</id><published>2009-06-03T12:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:14:01.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomical treats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>the-stupid-waiter-story</title><content type='html'>yesterday after exams, mich, kohi and me decided to go for dinner at Ali Maju. i specifically was craving for Telur Bungkus. for those of u who don't knw wt it is, it has pieces of chicken in it cooked in not-too-spicy sauce and wrapped in an ommelette. here's a picture (half eaten d-coz i was starving!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiYC8VsiD8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xfCPTylG4U4/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiYC8VsiD8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xfCPTylG4U4/s320/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342961243561004994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we order rite, mich n i say telur bungkus dan nasi putih --&gt; dua. and after a while they bring it, as i was abt to digg in, mich tells me to stop&gt; its BEEF. so i call the waiter and say i dont eat beef and obviously asking for an replacement.&lt;br /&gt;this berlagak pandai waiter starts givin me a lecture on how i shud have ordered more clearly. wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) i have ordered the same telur bungkus many times before and so has mich and we never had to specify wt meat we wanted. so obviously by now i think telur bungkus is cooked with chicken. but No. apparently its cooked with daging- everytime-according to Mr. i'm- so-smart Waiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) on the menu it says; telur bungkus, telur bistik (ayam/daging), ...etc. therefore how on the bloody earth am i supposed to know telur bungkus comes in ayam AND daging?? the damn management shud specify THAT on the menu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so its prolly not his fault or mine, just m/understanding.fine....then he brings me the telur bungkus with chicken and starts his lecture..AGAIN abt how i shud specify wt i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i told him la my reasonings: a) and b). but no can't back dwn, can he?. still goin on bout how i shud have ordered clearly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helllooooo......isn't the customer always right?! and besides i do feel i'm right!&lt;br /&gt;god i wish he spoke english!!it wud have gone on n on!!&lt;br /&gt;finally he moved away after i just looked dwn at my food and ignored him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-8428708716328965646?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/8428708716328965646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=8428708716328965646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8428708716328965646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8428708716328965646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid-waiter-story.html' title='the-stupid-waiter-story'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiYC8VsiD8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xfCPTylG4U4/s72-c/DSC00343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-5747933488333454086</id><published>2009-05-30T20:38:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:14:39.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomical treats'/><title type='text'>Hokkaido</title><content type='html'>thursday...after so bloody long (since 2 weeks ago) we went out to eat coz pradha (the sister) din have tuition. i wanted chillies since we always go chinese, western wud have been good. but my aunt was sick so she needed soup-y food.&lt;br /&gt;so like goood nieces we relented n went chinese AGAIN !(x gt me wrong i love chinese but too much of anythin is bad). &lt;br /&gt;so we settled on Hokkaido near Vistana Hotel. we get to choose our own food as in from the aquarium =) thats my fav part of the whole process!! errmmm ...after the eating part that is =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiEsRWEol-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dd8x9EJnm6Y/s1600-h/IMGP1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiEsRWEol-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dd8x9EJnm6Y/s320/IMGP1393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341599309532534754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the driver who never complaints.and buys us any food we want...love u nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiEs6sYDatI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Knf_n54Jcag/s1600-h/IMGP1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiEs6sYDatI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Knf_n54Jcag/s320/IMGP1398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341600019894201042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mom who is always saying enuff enuff too much d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiEtR59Ms_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/5jGnh_sggJs/s1600-h/IMGP1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiEtR59Ms_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/5jGnh_sggJs/s320/IMGP1397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341600418676650994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the  sick aunty..poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiEtkPxKgWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SWs51-G0YlE/s1600-h/IMGP1394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiEtkPxKgWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SWs51-G0YlE/s320/IMGP1394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341600733769400674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kaki gayut sister. always talking to one person or another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the foooddd......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiEuSE1FYPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ermUu9i-ctc/s1600-h/IMGP1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiEuSE1FYPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ermUu9i-ctc/s320/IMGP1400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341601521107034354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teow-chu steam fish (i hope thats hw u spell it) its so yummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiEumoLIQ4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/ur0VwScnkOg/s1600-h/IMGP1401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiEumoLIQ4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/ur0VwScnkOg/s320/IMGP1401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341601874192122754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some bayam soup..the dad says its good for sick ppl. it wasnt so bad tho..nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiEu3mXOinI/AAAAAAAAAJk/239fFE5fl9s/s1600-h/IMGP1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiEu3mXOinI/AAAAAAAAAJk/239fFE5fl9s/s320/IMGP1403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341602165763770994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yam basket.. i x even like this! i only eat the mushrooms but wth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my favourite!! *drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiEvbhe5bHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZzlP-LsLbZQ/s1600-h/IMGP1404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiEvbhe5bHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZzlP-LsLbZQ/s320/IMGP1404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341602782929054834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kam-yung style crabs!! gastronomical!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiEvr6jKuDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lJmKwnTnmKU/s1600-h/IMGP1405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiEvr6jKuDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lJmKwnTnmKU/s320/IMGP1405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341603064535758898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just coz i love it. 2 pics for the crab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh....this guy came around our table and while walking past told basically to no-one. but we assumed its us coz he said it in tamil. told us to eat with our hands, x eat with fork n spoon. pradha just stared at him.&lt;br /&gt;then he walks off n comes back again and asks my dad for a buck.....standing right beside me!! he's high! alcohol or sumn. i jsut froze till he moved away.&lt;br /&gt;god! i really shud rethink being a clin psych kan? alcoholic pun takut.....ish!&lt;br /&gt;but i'll get over it...i'll learn....i have to!!&lt;br /&gt;mati2 pun mau jadi Clin psych!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-5747933488333454086?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/5747933488333454086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=5747933488333454086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5747933488333454086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5747933488333454086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hokkaido.html' title='Hokkaido'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/SiEsRWEol-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dd8x9EJnm6Y/s72-c/IMGP1393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-1188452990338846359</id><published>2009-05-26T12:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:14:56.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just me'/><title type='text'>*fingers crossed*</title><content type='html'>people of the world!!i'm excited.....*doing the hoops*&lt;br /&gt;i just gt a reply from Sunway Medical Center abt interning under a Clinical Psychologist there. &lt;br /&gt;and they are processing my request!!&lt;br /&gt;i'll knw 2 weeks from now.&lt;br /&gt;till then -fingers crossed-&lt;br /&gt;gosh! wt if its a polite way of saying i din get it? NO...don't think that!&lt;br /&gt;positive thots, positive thoughts, + thots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShtrdV3QDgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/We4KAgxxq-4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShtrdV3QDgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/We4KAgxxq-4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339979935007116802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-1188452990338846359?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/1188452990338846359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=1188452990338846359' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1188452990338846359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/1188452990338846359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/05/fingers-crossed.html' title='*fingers crossed*'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShtrdV3QDgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/We4KAgxxq-4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-7272793520350845378</id><published>2009-05-25T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:36:13.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><title type='text'>the time when i almost wanted to die</title><content type='html'>so the telugu community in malaysia is really small right. that everytime u meet another telugu, u get all excited and start sharing stories like u've known them for years..at least for those who are friendly la. but u knw when u stop being too friendly, when they start talkin bout match-making. u don't talk about stuff like that without ur daughters knowledge and definitely NOT inFRONT of her!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i almost wanted to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that..u lauff n say " oh she's just 21. long way to go".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello??? i was oledi 21 when u guys started all the "talk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ish..ish..ish..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-7272793520350845378?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/7272793520350845378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=7272793520350845378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7272793520350845378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/7272793520350845378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-when-i-almost-wanted-to-die.html' title='the time when i almost wanted to die'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-2361233173875613481</id><published>2009-05-24T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:00:58.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><title type='text'>bah!</title><content type='html'>i've been lazy, unproductive and a couch potato this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;must finish assignments,:S &lt;br /&gt;must fin writing notes,:S&lt;br /&gt;must fin studying 4 exams,:s&lt;br /&gt;must go buy new saree..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh n i'm on a no-chicken diet at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;gone 3 days without it. &lt;br /&gt;i'm in 'trying-food-other-than-chicken phase&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-2361233173875613481?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/2361233173875613481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=2361233173875613481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2361233173875613481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2361233173875613481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/05/bah.html' title='bah!'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-8884931196189543193</id><published>2009-05-23T23:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:00:50.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><title type='text'>doodles</title><content type='html'>do u knw how much i love Dr. suguna's classes? how much in awe i am of dr.suguna?&lt;br /&gt;it's lik i wanna grow up to be her...i'm lame, i knw but hu cares.&lt;br /&gt;i never liked being a lecturer or spared it even a moments thot. but now after seeing her, it dusnt seem that bad.....=) &lt;em&gt;*imagines ann rolling her eyes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u know how great it is to meet up with ol' friends?&lt;br /&gt;its lik feeling nostalgic n at the same time being totally in the moment (i'm not making sense bt bear with me). met sheryn today, and as always it was fun. she's the only person i knw who has remained authentic and unchanged since we left school and yes thats a good thing!ppl change and get so caught up being "sophisticated adults" but meeting up with her is like we're back in school, no inhibitions, talking as loud as we can-about anythin we can-wereva we can . like we're the only one's in the shop..wait a minute, we were the only ones..... till after some time *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i M.I.S.S my fav bitch in town! YUVANI SIDHU.&lt;br /&gt;she has exams and is on her way to becoming a kick-ass accountant.&lt;br /&gt;faster fin exams we go shop 4 ur room in ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;u sure bout vampire green???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: lets hope dr. suguna isn't in the habit of googling herself :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-8884931196189543193?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/8884931196189543193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=8884931196189543193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8884931196189543193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/8884931196189543193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/05/doodles.html' title='doodles'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-5994640591702633731</id><published>2009-05-21T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:18:08.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought pallete'/><title type='text'>Gay or not?</title><content type='html'>congrats Kris! Adam, u were great too! tho some ppl think tht adam might not have won coz America is biased towards homosexuals, i dont think this arguement has any basis coz kris has an incredible talent as well. so dont perkecilkan his 'kemenangan' (is that rite?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShViglcl4bI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VwCgeubNUNc/s1600-h/gay.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShViglcl4bI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VwCgeubNUNc/s320/gay.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338281245264961970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway in class today Dr. Suguna asked us about what we thought about gay marriages. for and against. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all for gay marriages and union coz its an individual choice and preference. a very personal affair-sexuality is. just lik how others cant make me choose strawberry for choc ice-cream, just like how no-one can make me fall for a girl than a guy, the same way, no one has the right to tell homosexual people that they shud fall for the opposite sex. and why? coz its not "normal"? they arent like u n i? they are going against religion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt;what is normal and not depends on the individual. whats a norm 4 me might not be a norm 4 u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&gt;remember the dude hu said Earth was round wen everyone believed it was flat? bet the guy would have been seen as being a bit loony and yes...not "normal". n NOW ppl have accepted his findings. and lets face it, ppl are generally afraid of anything/anyone different.therefore just coz ppl arent like u n i, doesnt mean they are wrong or bad or any of that. i think homosexuals are very much lik anyone else. they wanna find love, companionship, happiness,....n so wt if the person who can give them that is from the same sex? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&gt; my dear fellow human beings. everyone who says they (homosexuals) are goin against religion, well snap out of it...ur not all that good urself! its impossible or extremely unlikely that everyone can follow ALL the demands of religious scriptures ALL the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion says:&lt;br /&gt;Dont drink--&gt; u drink coz its cool.&lt;br /&gt;Dont have pre-marital sex--&gt; u do it coz of one reason or another&lt;br /&gt;Dont lie--&gt; u lie and justify by calling it white-lies&lt;br /&gt;Dont eat meat--&gt; u eat meat saying u cant live without it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part is we do all of it n say; the All-forgiving mr.GOD will forgive us. *hits head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that i'm not guilty of doing things against my religion, all im saying is we're human. we mess up. so why do we have to always zero in on homosexuality being such a big n unforgivable sin? even if it was, why wouldn't the God who forgives all other sins be unforgiving in this context?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gay person who's a good samaritan&lt;br /&gt;vs&lt;br /&gt;a straight person who rapes and murders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's ur pick for a ticket to Hell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-5994640591702633731?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/5994640591702633731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=5994640591702633731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5994640591702633731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/5994640591702633731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/05/gay-or-not.html' title='Gay or not?'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShViglcl4bI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VwCgeubNUNc/s72-c/gay.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-2765020985637700067</id><published>2009-05-21T21:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:43:07.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><title type='text'>oh sugar!</title><content type='html'>if i had to have a theme song, this will be mine! (well at least one of it). i love it!!...it has such a feel good note in it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShVZzT5An8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/13YB212S9hE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShVZzT5An8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/13YB212S9hE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338271671365181378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Archies Theme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sugar, &lt;br /&gt;Oh, Honey Honey. &lt;br /&gt;You are my candy girl, &lt;br /&gt;and you got me wanting you. &lt;br /&gt;Honey, &lt;br /&gt;Oh, Sugar, Sugar. &lt;br /&gt;You are my candy girl &lt;br /&gt;and you got me wanting you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe the loveliness of loving you. &lt;br /&gt;(I just can't believe it's true). &lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe the wonder of this feeling too. &lt;br /&gt;(I just can't believe it's true). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sugar) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I kissed you girl, &lt;br /&gt;I knew how sweet a kiss could be. &lt;br /&gt;(I know how sweet a kiss can be) &lt;br /&gt;Like the summer sunshine &lt;br /&gt;pour your sweetness over me. &lt;br /&gt;(Pour your sweetness over me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh pour little sugar on me honey (sugar) &lt;br /&gt;Pour little sugar on me baby (honey honey) &lt;br /&gt;When you make love so sweet (Yeah Yeah Yeah.) &lt;br /&gt;Pour little sugar on me (oh yeah) &lt;br /&gt;Pour little sugar on me honey &lt;br /&gt;Pour little sugar on me baby &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make love so sweet (hey hey hey) &lt;br /&gt;Pour little sugar on me honey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sugar. &lt;br /&gt;Oh honey, honey. &lt;br /&gt;You are my candy, girl, &lt;br /&gt;and you got me wanting you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh honey (honey, honey, sugar, sugar) &lt;br /&gt;Sugar, sugar &lt;br /&gt;You are my candy girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant get it outta my head!! &lt;br /&gt;i'm sorta kinda dancing around in goofy 70s-ish way (i think they are the best-inhibited and ur allowed to look silly =P) all the time with this song in my head. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShVZ_6TAp-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/qiiLo58jFdw/s1600-h/untitled11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShVZ_6TAp-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/qiiLo58jFdw/s320/untitled11.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338271887833212898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-2765020985637700067?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/2765020985637700067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=2765020985637700067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2765020985637700067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2765020985637700067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-sugar.html' title='oh sugar!'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShVZzT5An8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/13YB212S9hE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-6191795496588331172</id><published>2009-05-20T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:34:55.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><title type='text'>the confusion called-I</title><content type='html'>somehow i feel the mad-dash of this short sem more than any short sem. i guess it's coz its my last sem in coll. and after this i have no idea wt i wanna do. i always knew by instinct wt i had to do, where i wanted to go, what to lok forward to but now its lik im walking down a blind alley and i've lost my compass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mom just told me she cant afford to send me to National University of Singapore. its RM120 000 for Masters in Clinical Psych 4 two years. plus accomodation n all. god! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;then i'm tryin to get an internship under some Clinical PSychologists (there are only handful of them btw in Malaysia) which i'm nervous of calling them. which is stupid coz i'll never knw if i x pick the phone but then wt if im turned dwn? at least now i have a plan....if it fails then i x have a plan anymore and have to get a new one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mom is tellin me to apply 4 UKM's Masters prog -which i x wan- simply coz it doesnt feel rite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**goin to hillcrest felt rite, the decision to do Psych inspite of all the opposition felt right, coming to HELP felt right, staying on has been betta, interning, volunteering, running 4 council...everything felt rite. even thinkin of applying to NUS felt rite...but not UKM...n i x think my mom gets it. nus/ukm/help its all the same to her..can't blame her, she's being practical.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a personal level, friends are there. im still hanging with the same ppl an they are as great as ever...but somehow,i still feel alone and confused and detached. and worst part is i x knw y. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQUzfpmcNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TtEZxO_29ZM/s1600-h/destiny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQUzfpmcNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TtEZxO_29ZM/s320/destiny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337914333242749138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to snap out of being morose, i might get bored of myself. &lt;br /&gt;im still swaying but i'll find my way back to shore pretty soon. &lt;br /&gt;                            .i always do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-6191795496588331172?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/6191795496588331172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=6191795496588331172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/6191795496588331172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/6191795496588331172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/05/confusion-called-i.html' title='the confusion called-I'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQUzfpmcNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TtEZxO_29ZM/s72-c/destiny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-3231061917372823969</id><published>2009-05-18T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:57:50.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yada-yada'/><title type='text'>shopaholic's day off</title><content type='html'>times square &amp; sg wang have never let me down so much before.&lt;br /&gt;by the first 1/2 an hour, i wud have at least had 1 plastic bag to hold.&lt;br /&gt;and today....we walked, n walked and walked, every corner and every turn&lt;br /&gt;every shop and every stall&lt;br /&gt;and we found....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTHING! ZILCH! ZERO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the feeling of seeing a baju/shoe/accesory and instantly being smitten, feeling the chemistry oozing out between us, knowing we are meant to be, knowing i have/must/need to have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only did i not find anythin, i kept on knocking stuff down with my plastic bag (which had Kohi's gift) or gettin clothes to slip off their hangers. i'm such a clumsy clown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: since i had to buy sumn to cheer myself up, i bought 4 earrings for RM10. but im still feeling lousy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-3231061917372823969?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/3231061917372823969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=3231061917372823969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/3231061917372823969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/3231061917372823969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/05/shopaholics-day-off.html' title='shopaholic&apos;s day off'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-2838674898687191504</id><published>2009-05-17T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:20:50.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newsletter'/><title type='text'>One Malaysia</title><content type='html'>i was reading this article in New Sunday Times by Paddy Bowie. it was heart warming actually how she described that she has 2 indian grandchildren and recently her daughter (the adopted mother of the two kids) had a baby. and now the colorful family is grateful for their blessings and as she puts it, "they symbolically represent a 1Malaysia family". Congrats to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were really good pointers in her article; such as our 'rumah terbuka' concept during festivals and the national unity between the races. then she also pointed out how all that might be lost if we keep up with the mind set of callin our selves "Indians" , "Chinese" or "anak __insert state name__" rather than just Malaysians. and how the politicians shud just stop all the verbal lashing and staking out at each other and start doing what they are supposed to do for the country-which i totally agree. its getting quite old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one down side to this afticle that i din agree wid is with that. she stated that " the malays single handedly fought the malay battle against colonialism", "The malays granted citizenship to chinese and indians who are migrants when the Brits din want to do so" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my question, when i studied sejarah back in school (which is not long ago), i was taught that in order for the Brits to give independence to us, we had to prove that we could live together harmoniously.i.e; only if all three major races co-operated were we to b granted independence. Hence leading to the formation of Barisan Nasional by combining UMNO, MIC &amp; MCA. so in my young 15 year old mind i'm thinkin, wow, all the races came together and we gt independence, i have a sense of ownership in this country, a sense of pride in the contribution of my elders and a sense of being Malaysian. and now i'm thinkin if wt i read today is right, what about what i learned years ago? is History really changing wit every new year? if so, why bother studying it at all? and did i get an A in history for facts that i thought was rite but were actually not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also i think chinese and indians shud not be called migrants anymore coz technically we are not, our great-great grandfathers prolly were, but we are 3rd/ 4th generation Indians and chinese who have been born and raised in malaysia and very much feel that we are malaysians in every way and have the RIGHT to be recognized as such. not only the Bumiputeras' look for their roots here, i look for my roots in Malaysia too, not in India. to me its (India) a foreign land boasting its own strengths but its not home. malaysia is home and will always be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i strongly think that in the future ppl have to be wary about the choice of words and the meaning they implyin media because though we have achived a acceptable level of racial integration, it takes a few careless words to ruin what we have worked hard to built over the years. esp after May 13. therefore it is verrry important for every race (no matter how small the stats are) to feel truly part of this country and feel a sense of ownership to it. and to keep this racial harmony and peace that we often boast about in travel brochures, it takes every Malaysian to constantly remember the true essense of what makes us a unique nation; *the unity in spite of our diversity*, definitely our biggest asset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShAAY4fmvPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/5sRNgpHwfOM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShAAY4fmvPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/5sRNgpHwfOM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336765985915845874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             **The R.A.I.N.B.O.W called Malaysia**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a better tomorrow and a nation called 1Malaysia =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-2838674898687191504?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/2838674898687191504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=2838674898687191504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2838674898687191504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/2838674898687191504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-malaysia.html' title='One Malaysia'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShAAY4fmvPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/5sRNgpHwfOM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2287474904107430521.post-6671215864341367655</id><published>2009-05-16T01:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:33:19.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='~ la la land ~'/><title type='text'>rap-O-phobic</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i have a friend who &lt;em&gt;thinks&lt;/em&gt; he's a cool dude.&lt;br /&gt;one day he comes up with a new found talent.&lt;br /&gt;he can rap ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his first attempt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out with a girl one day&lt;br /&gt;she was as hot as cake&lt;br /&gt;my parents were like no way&lt;br /&gt;and i was like heyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked them wat was the issue&lt;br /&gt;apparently she wasnt a jew&lt;br /&gt;i called my friend stu&lt;br /&gt;he jus said F*** you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his second:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like them beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;they're usually as smooth as pearls&lt;br /&gt;i saw one doin a twirl&lt;br /&gt;i said, hey my names earl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the way your bodies been made&lt;br /&gt;even the gods said damn she's gonna get laid&lt;br /&gt;i bring you under a shade&lt;br /&gt;turns out your names Wade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnnnn..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says " its nice to know ppl appreciate my work "&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha..LMAO..the funny ppl i knw =P but maybe the boy's gt talent who knows? *winks*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2287474904107430521-6671215864341367655?l=princeszy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/feeds/6671215864341367655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2287474904107430521&amp;postID=6671215864341367655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/6671215864341367655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2287474904107430521/posts/default/6671215864341367655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princeszy.blogspot.com/2009/05/rap-o-phobic.html' title='rap-O-phobic'/><author><name>princesz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10993328649597958033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O7pDUc9_KRc/ShQfzwSfaZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-pZzWbvgAuw/S220/DSC00071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
