<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143</id><updated>2009-02-21T19:03:51.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'> I am No Wacko!!</title><subtitle type='html'>nothin</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-7200470355438186904</id><published>2008-04-09T12:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T12:46:53.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I gez I'm officially leaving. Its rather troublesome to juggle between two diff blogs. Actually not really ar but having jz 1 wld be easier. Furthermore i can choose wen I wish to write a private entry or otherwise by just choosing the degree of privateness: public, frenz onli (ljers) or totally private. I will not close this blog howeva for the memories of my past entries. Or at least till the important peeps get my LJ link. However, new entries will be posted in my livejournal/LJ. Just click on my frens link to get a glimpse of my LJ. Tata titi tutu. Ciaoz. Adioz. Goodbye. Selamat Tinggal. Sayonara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-7200470355438186904?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/7200470355438186904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/7200470355438186904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#7200470355438186904' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-8338912897595259931</id><published>2008-04-04T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:21:18.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okie babes....I've enlarged my font just for u guys...ahaha...ciaoz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-8338912897595259931?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/8338912897595259931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/8338912897595259931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8338912897595259931' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-3241931526292432221</id><published>2008-01-30T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:18:35.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aku dah boring dgn skul aku..timetable org tanye sape buat kuar name aku,buat list of class committee members kuar name aku,buat label pape kuar name aku, naik class kuar name aku. Skarang aku yg patut tau remote control ava pt mane..wen the hell did it become my job…for god’s sake,aku buat admin n logistics of cca n cip…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if u dun reali noe wats mi exact job scope, ur gez shld be sumtink close..bt it can coincidentally become tinks tt even cso dun do…like wtf man..nw, im seriously tinkin tt mebbe I shld chge jobs aft all even tho I hafta pay penalty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously,its okie fr guys to become ccpe bcos in the end they do wat they r supposed to or sumwat related, but as for gurls,behta nt to try ur luck cost tis job is genderly biased..ani1 gt lubang, pls intro me…okie bye..ive tok to not jz 1 ccpe…ive tok to numerous n oso mi proj mngr n all of them tink im getting crap n tt I shld jz gif it to them or tf…crap man…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tink I might hafta start bein blunt to mi hod abt wat I reali wan…he’s too bo pian ar…plus tt stupid teacher’s aid pandai angkat buah dier…I tot mi hod likes him cos he’s gd at his wrk…bt his wrk is fuckin slipshod lor…n I noe he onli studied til o levels here too…tapi step manenye big shot…ee…pls ar…skrg degree pn no big deal lor…even tho I dun haf it la..haha..dahlah…bye…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-3241931526292432221?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/3241931526292432221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/3241931526292432221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3241931526292432221' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-3143953420083956967</id><published>2008-02-05T11:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:18:06.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Engkau nk ape dpd aku seh..dulu pegi gym tk payah teman beh ckp aku ngada2,pegi gym mesti nk ade teman..ape salah gie gym sorang2…u go gym to exercise not anything else…u shld learn to be independent blah2…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abeh yg kau slalu gie lain timing dpd aku aku tk bingit…skrg pegi gym asyik pakse aku pegi…ckp pegi srg2 boringlah…tkde motivation la..abeh hari tu boring sgt smp u jz did 3 diff types of exercise in 1,1/2hr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abeh try to psycho me to go…say aku bayar beh tk gie gym buat ape sumer..kn akunye resolution nk start gie gym btul2 so I shld go…aku ckp je beh tkde action..blah3…padahal wat u actuali wan is fr me to teman u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku smp slalu rush dpd keje n tk isap rkk sal kau slalu hurry aku beh in the end kau lmbt..beh biler kau ade plan lepas tu,trus aje gie..kalo tk…engkau tknk mkn dgn aku…pale buto la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-3143953420083956967?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/3143953420083956967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/3143953420083956967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3143953420083956967' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-3535160807902109423</id><published>2008-02-21T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:17:47.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so f-ing sleepy...jz now stare at comp till mi eyes autoshut den muz force open..so many times sia..bt the tink was wen i went to bed last nite,i wasnt reali sleepy n tis mornin i felt reali fresh...muz be the stupid comp...aniwae i still hate mi wrkplc and as im speaking,my left eyes r tearing..duno y...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae today gona be a gd gurl n go hm straight den tml mit mi darling muthafuckas n on sat ron n syam n guys n rai MF too..i cant believe nerdy is gonna be there...hope he doesnt rmbr mi stupid antics sia...tt was so fuckin embarassin...den on sun go pract ar..n maybe go out wit YHSSian...haha...farni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rai has deeply aroused my curiosity of the notebook...i wana watch rule #1...seems pretty cool eh...n sweeney todd which so many human beings haf watched...btw, i cant stand stupid guys who act dao wen they wit their gf...like wtf...tink they so hot ar..or their gf will be jealous if they as much as say hi blah2 to a female fren..if hes frm an all guys skul den wrkplc all guys n tt kinda shit nvm ar..narrow minded human beings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i feel good nw...:D...was terribly moody jz nw tho...:(...muakakakaka...ciaoz peeps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-3535160807902109423?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/3535160807902109423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/3535160807902109423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3535160807902109423' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-6776348829130257508</id><published>2008-02-25T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:17:12.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nerdy is not cute anymore sia..actuali come to tink of it since aft year 1 he wasn’t cute animore..i wonder y I still liked him or lusted aft him or wateva u call it..his gf oso nt chio sia..bt apai’s gf nt bad la..actuali nerdy’s “cuzin” looks behta than him eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n student akunye kwn power siak..he cld gez all mi blood even the none part..hw he gez tt part is nt rite ar..bt at least it was correct..nt even 1 single mistake ar..aku fikir2 asal alih2 dier ajak aku gie clubbin..the onli time dier ajakku mase bdae dier..n bile aku ckp aku tkde duit,she was even willing to pinjam aku dulu..rupanye sal si diertu ade..ish..irritating siak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n aku mcm nk tumbuk org..n aku nk berak skrg...bye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-6776348829130257508?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/6776348829130257508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/6776348829130257508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6776348829130257508' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-3068102819519548140</id><published>2008-03-12T17:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:16:52.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wana watch step up 2 like crazy...syam said its awesome..n a lot of recent hits,eg. the flo rida song-low...luv tt song btw...n i luv ella me levanto by daddy yankee...its like more latinish wit a tinge of reggaeton...cool...n there's another show tts cumin out tml tt seems kinda awesome..n i wana watch rule #1..n i wana buy lots n lots of dvds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n im fuckin pokai rite nw..n i hate not bein able to read y sum1 is doin sumtink or not doin sumtink...n im miting mi MF gurls tml!!havent met them for so long..n its diana's bdae tml bt i duno if we r goin out anot since she's pregnant..n its so sad tt i kip nt bein able to watch wat i wana watch...so sad...n today i prepared breakfast fr diana n myself...hah...rare moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n tt day i ran into syaz' sham...n i told my fren aku kenal laki tu....apparently loudly enuf fr tt ass to hear..i tink i shld learn to tink b4 i speak..cn someone pls gimme $$..i nid $$...ive planned to leave this hellhole n find another job..haf brushed up my job experience up...bt still nid to edit the skills n achievements part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i duno hw much i shld ask fr tis time..$1.8k?$2k?bu che dao eh...n i duno if i shld actuali go into events like i wanted to...alvin claims its onli during the actual event tt u'll be bz like hell bt b4 n after is fine..duno eh..n if ur closer to sum1,obviously u shld be muker tebal wit them n be able to do and speak anything in front of them rite...tts nt true fr me tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wit sum of mi gurls i actuali feel more self conscious...mebbe cos i dun wan them to disapprove or to insult me n make me paiseh..cos trust me we cn be fuckin blunt wit each other...for real..bt there r times wen i dun care at all if they insult me for some other tink...fuckin weirdo rite..i nid u boo...gotto c u boo..its the hearts all ova the world tonite... muaakakak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-3068102819519548140?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/3068102819519548140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/3068102819519548140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#3068102819519548140' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-6946030202608915904</id><published>2008-03-19T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:15:39.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;orh orh orh orh orh orh....y u hafta gooo away frm hm, me luvvvvv......currently bored at work wit nothing to do....biase ar....sports day pun ccpe tk pegi...tapi p,vp,cikgu2 bodoh n teacher aid bodoh involved...cb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tk pernah2 aku dgr...aku mintak keje dpd kau...aku offer nk buat tapi kau tknk....bodohnye babi....patut biler org mengumpatkan aku,kau cover up utk aku...bt mebbe cos u dun wan ppl to realise the prob is cos u dun wana gimme wrk....in the end,cikgu2 bodoh try to gimme keje2 bodoh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smp vp aku buat appraisal aku ckp aku tk experienced ker capable or gd enuf to coordinate n plan events...cb...i wasnt even given a fuckin chance lor...aku ade events bckgrd krg tknk pakai aku...bodohnye manusia siak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku nk mkn pun krg ade prob...cikgu bz?ker free sgt kalo tk asal leh gossip non-stop....mulut kene bukak all the way pe...n nohneh cb pt ofis, dpn aku act baik tapi bitch abt me to the nyonya tua baru...asal krg sumer nk aku angkat buah krg kepe mcm cikgu2 baru ker staff baru....malas aku nk waste akunye time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier scale, HAPPY BDAE RAI! N wat kips me going at work is tt im gonna leave tis hellhole...okie ar,aku baru start carik....tapi good luck to me!:D...n i seriously tink gurls n guys haf reversed their positions...onli diff is guys still tink wit their dick...yaaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-6946030202608915904?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/6946030202608915904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/6946030202608915904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6946030202608915904' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-2331908985950376084</id><published>2008-03-22T05:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:15:18.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aku baru berak like a lot n perutku sakit giler babi...ive been like sleepin n sleepin n sleepin in the day tis few days den late at nite den wake up...i tink mi lips is swollening up a bit...dun ask me y...i duno either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jz watched step up2 2dae...dvd pun dvd la..it was nice bt not fab la..n mi head hurts rite nw...god noes y...i hate it wen ppl assumes wat they r assuming r rite w/o even understanding it...n i hate it wen ppl play games...or mebbe they r not reali playin games bt r jz bein confused bcos sum1 confuses them...duno eh...mebbe its wrong to not do anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes i tink im behta nw bt sumtimes i tink certain of mi characteristics in the past was behta...like i didnt use to be so fucking hot-tempered...i am nw..bt it cn be gd too..hw do u gauge hw much to adjust..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive stopped bein self-conscious abt certain tinks n ive become more confident...bt there r lotsa tinks tt i am so fuckin self-conscious abt..it actuali restricts me..n tt sux..duno ar...cant be bothered la...wana sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-2331908985950376084?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/2331908985950376084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/2331908985950376084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2331908985950376084' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-2473485619178929083</id><published>2008-04-02T16:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:14:21.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tadi mcm sial...i duno y ar bt i felt like goin toilet...so i went..alih2 dtg kotor sial..patut sket je..n of all days, aku gie kai g nari...terpakselah tgu pt toilet stgh jam while mi colleague buy disposable undies n took pad fr me....buruk siak si disposable undies....mcm diapers bt uglier version..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i did another slengeh ting aftwards...aku gie antar leave form aku pt transport company...blur cock sia...patut pompuan tu call balik gie inform aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw,aku ade interview pt sph bsk...3 panel interview siak..vp, senior mngr n mngr of hr....scary siol...dahlah lamer giler babi tk interview...aku harap aku dpt the keje tt i reali wan...quickly..i hope i dun end up rejecting the wrong ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nari satu hari sak idung aku meleleh...mcm siak...n i had enuf sleep n its nt cold today...muz be the period...n im havin cramps n mi tummy is warm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sum1 told me tt mi taste in guys has chged...i seem to be into boyish guys nowadays...i tink she makes sense..n they happen to be mly guys wit a tinge of chi in them...oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-2473485619178929083?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/2473485619178929083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/2473485619178929083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#2473485619178929083' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-5705465159064038176</id><published>2008-01-21T09:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:41:44.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ee..punyelah bingit aku…1st tink aku gie keje, kak sadiah bilangku si cso baru tu suruh aku belikan dier goreng pisang..slalunye it has always been the same rule..one person kalo dier nk sumtink the rest will go along wit the person’s decision so senang sumer bli pt tempat same..byk cantik dier masih muda plus she takes public transport, dier tkleh gie ker..n u had to ask a 3rd person to ask me buat ape padahal kau ade nbr aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahlah, the wkend has been horrible..nt onli fr me bt fr quite a nbr of close ppl she..suay wkend perhaps..n mi throat hurts like hell even tho I din go smoke machining at all ydae..tinks are finally fine wit mi mum cos I jz blew out ydae..bt I told her sumtink I shldnt haf..damn..nuting to do wit our prob wit each other ar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n I duno wassup wit ppl who kip doin stupid tink den wen it ends up wrong get upset bt do the stupid tink again..worst part is its all wit the same one person..n they even admit they shld haf listened to others, bt if they still repeat it, wat’s the use..i do stupid tinks too, esp in the past...bt at least I try to do tinks a bit differently at the veri least..i feel like jz shouting at everybody..ya, its irrational I noe..i dun oar wassup wit me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-5705465159064038176?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/5705465159064038176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/5705465159064038176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5705465159064038176' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-8167584351609234702</id><published>2008-01-08T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:56:54.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like this song a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Kiss lyrics(feat. T-Pain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;She want that lovey dovey&lt;br /&gt;That kiss-kiss, kiss-kiss&lt;br /&gt;In her mind she fantasize&lt;br /&gt;bout getting wit me&lt;br /&gt;They hating on me&lt;br /&gt;They wanna diss this, kiss-kiss&lt;br /&gt;Cause she mine and so fine&lt;br /&gt;And thick as can be [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;br /&gt;I'm a country boy from Tappahanock&lt;br /&gt;Va is where I reside so shawty understand it&lt;br /&gt;And I know I just turn 18&lt;br /&gt;And I get a little mannish&lt;br /&gt;And you see this bandanna hanging&lt;br /&gt;That means I'm like a bandit (li-like a bandit, bandit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Vamp:]&lt;br /&gt;I got paper girl&lt;br /&gt;The Lamborghini&lt;br /&gt;with the spider seats&lt;br /&gt;you never seen it&lt;br /&gt;so get it shawty&lt;br /&gt;we parking lot pimping in my dome&lt;br /&gt;And I know what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2][Verse 2:]&lt;br /&gt;I'm the epitome of this demonstration&lt;br /&gt;I got the remedy you feeling me&lt;br /&gt;So why is you hating?&lt;br /&gt;And my anatomy is bird like&lt;br /&gt;yeah you heard right&lt;br /&gt;girl I'm the king so that means I'm fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Vamp:]&lt;br /&gt;If you wit it girl&lt;br /&gt;get it poppin&lt;br /&gt;roll wit me&lt;br /&gt;ain't no stopping&lt;br /&gt;so get it shawty&lt;br /&gt;we parking lot pimping in my dome&lt;br /&gt;I know want you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2][T-Pain:]&lt;br /&gt;Shawty let me holla at you&lt;br /&gt;you so hot-hot-hot-hot&lt;br /&gt;you think I'd be holing&lt;br /&gt;if you not-not-not-not&lt;br /&gt;I'm king of the town&lt;br /&gt;you can take a look around&lt;br /&gt;Teddy Penderazzdownis the spot-spot-spot-spot&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah) I got money on me&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah) Baby girl no problem&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah) You rolling shawty?&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah) Lets hit McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;It's T.P. and C.B.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the nappy boy---ooh weee![Chorus x2]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-8167584351609234702?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/8167584351609234702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/8167584351609234702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8167584351609234702' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-2552247560773790135</id><published>2008-01-08T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:09:30.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I duno wat emotions to feel at this moment..my emotions kept getting jumbled these past few days..i kept tellin myself that I wanted to avoid him..aft msgin him ydae askin fr tt person’s nbr we didn’t chat..i dreaded finally goin to wrk  cos I’ll be online n I duno wat to expect..he actuali msged me..ya cos he doesn’t wan to spoil tinks, I noe..i duno y bt sumhw I felt more horrible..n Im still nt planning to go gym on wed..mebbe start goin on other days..n I hate to gym alone..bleughness sia..cb..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-2552247560773790135?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/2552247560773790135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/2552247560773790135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#2552247560773790135' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-5491728826534020857</id><published>2007-12-13T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T12:59:12.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished shitting and is kinda bored. Tired of this stupid task that I have to do. Quite peaceful at work currently cos its the skul hols except for this stupid bitch whose guise is finally revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the fact that she knows I'm unhappy with her even tho she's not the type to back down and admit defeat. I duno. I'm just the type who likes to show that I don't like someone if I do dislike them. Not necessarily by bein bitchy. Now i'm in the "you are transparent to me and I don't gif a shit abt u" kinda mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lookin forward to clubbin wit the MFs. Have not clubbed wit them for so long. N its gonna be full force this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have realised that frens come n go n it's no use regrettin the lost frenship cos its jz happen. But of cos u shld treasure current relationships,especially those which have sustained through the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I sincerely believe family should come first no matter what even tho I don't really show it. Have expanded my social circle a lot but of cos most r jz normal frens. There are onli a handful who has the ability for u to become close to. Its the clickin factor like I always said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N I think guys r wonderful as frens, of cos those types who protects u n dun do shits unto u. But relationshipwise,I think most of them suck. Sori, if ur a guy n ur readin tis. But its true. Btw, I have something to share.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go lunch!CIaoz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-5491728826534020857?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/5491728826534020857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/5491728826534020857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#5491728826534020857' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-692240935267279218</id><published>2007-12-07T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:43:43.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't imagine i got sick again today..was sick ydae mornin but aft takin panadol n sleepin a while in the staff room i was fine...bt jz nw aft lunch fever again...n i wan mi mummy or sum1 close to manje me..heheh...btw, ppl who noe me,pls send me ur link cos i've lost them..sorry for the inconvenience caused..chey..i dun feel like goin out bt i hafta mit mi old frens cos siang2 dah plan...sianz...n i finally got to dwnload the remix of big gurls dun cry...i dun like the original tt much...k...gtg...ciaoz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-692240935267279218?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/692240935267279218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/692240935267279218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#692240935267279218' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-4396012409899192429</id><published>2007-11-12T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T10:01:50.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just hate guys. Especially when I think about how they screw up my life. I know some of you may think its my own damned fault but I know when izzit my fault and when izzit not. Of cos I noe wen I should blame someone and wen not to.btw, dun ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-4396012409899192429?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/4396012409899192429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/4396012409899192429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#4396012409899192429' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-7390967723847141715</id><published>2007-09-29T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:19:35.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jz nw mi sis-in-law told me sumtink tt i find interesting..we were kutuking each other den i said y cant u be more like me..den she was like fr wat..den i was like y,ok wat..n she said at least shes nt complicated..ppl noe who she is...she is labelled as a certain type of person bt as fr me,im too complicated...duno im the act cute type,the girlish type or the tomboyish type..i was like okie wat..interestin wat..n she was like guys scared of these type of gurls n stay away cos too complicated..duno wat she wants or wat she upto..i was seriously tinkin tt she might be rite siak..its like wow...cool...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-7390967723847141715?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/7390967723847141715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/7390967723847141715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#7390967723847141715' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-5656246086544271627</id><published>2007-09-20T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:23:16.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Artist: Timbaland&lt;br /&gt;Album: Timbaland Presents Shock Value&lt;br /&gt;Title: The Way I Arefeat. Keri Hilson, D.O.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Verse 1: Timbaland]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ain't got no money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ain't got no car to take you on a date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't even buy you flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But together we'll be the perfect soulmates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talk to me girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Bridge: Keri Hilson]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If we go there, you can still touch my love, it's free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can work without the perks just you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thug it out 'til we get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Chorus: Keri Hilson &amp;amp; (Timbaland)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby if you strip, you can get a tip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I like you just the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm about to strip and I want it quick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you handle me the way you are?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't need the cheese or the car keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy I like you just the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me see ya strip, you can get a tip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I like, I like, I like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Verse 2: Timbaland]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ain't got no Visa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ain't got no Red American Express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can't go nowhere exotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It don't matter 'cause I'm the one that love you best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talk to me girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Bridge 2: Keri Hilson]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If we go there, you can still touch my love, it's free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can work without the perks just you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thug it out 'til we get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Chorus: Keri Hilson &amp;amp; (Timbaland)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby if you strip, you can get a tip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I like you just the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm about to strip and I want it quick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you handle me the way you are?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't need the cheese or the car keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy I like you just the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me see ya strip, you can get a tip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I like you just the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Verse 3: D.O.E.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby girl, I don't got a huge ol' house I rent a room in a house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listen baby girl, I ain't got a motorboat but I can float ya boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So listen baby girl, once you get a dose of D.O.E. you gon' want some mo'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So listen baby girl, when I make it I want you back, want you back, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-5656246086544271627?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/5656246086544271627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/5656246086544271627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5656246086544271627' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-7150908180263220496</id><published>2007-09-09T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T11:27:42.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had wanted to go St James ydae..bt didnt get to go cos i was sick..no wonder i woke up so late...bgn je beh tertdo balik den bgn den sleep again..hate getting sick man,...:(...summore gt a lot of wrk....of cos at wrk ar...im a lot behta nw bt surely ive be a bit weak wat...i wonder whether i cn ctrl it behta nw or tt mi tolerance lvl is higher..its gd tt i cn maintain myself bt to be confused abt the reason is still bad rite...i haf a headache...tink i slept too much...i wana dwnload songs bt im lazy....im like jz lookin at lyrics at singing...haha..i tink ive become more naggy n complains more since i started on tis job...or at least since term 3 whr i was suddenly getting wrk thrown at me frm all directions...i wana go out...bt im lazy to go out...n i duno whether im so willin to do tinks for him cos i like him or cos i treat him like a gd fren..hw to noe ar..duno ar..okie ar ciaoz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-7150908180263220496?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/7150908180263220496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/7150908180263220496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#7150908180263220496' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-776710479457164897</id><published>2007-08-14T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:53:38.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid fucked up human beings! Can't stand the blaming shit ass who fails to see the big picture, the stupid muthafucka who dun mean wat is bein said or who u haf no idea wants wat frm u and the stupid cb who jz tink of the person's self and makes fuckin use of others...fuck em all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-776710479457164897?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/776710479457164897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/776710479457164897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#776710479457164897' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-7349876998932519769</id><published>2007-07-21T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T02:18:38.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sian3...so fuckin sian...haf been in a bad mood the whole day...n gyming didnt help at all...cant stand tis life...wrk...gym...eat...go hm...dun reali get a chance to let myself loose...n i prolly cant go kl cos mi mum is sick...total crap man...Argh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-7349876998932519769?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/7349876998932519769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/7349876998932519769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7349876998932519769' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-4845648682711132075</id><published>2007-07-15T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T02:13:18.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sumtimes i wonder wat the hell im doin wit mi life..recently,ive been kinda pissed...frm pretty free at wrk...n suddenly bam!im so loaded wit wrk tt i dun even dare to rest except fr mi breaktime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n suddenly mi mum gt sick..i mean shes been sick recently..bt its internal..it doesnt reali affect her tt badly..n suddenly aft she jangkit the flu tt the fam gt frm me,n she kept gettin faintin spells n even fainted once..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n suddenly she was due fr op cumin tue..keep havin to restrain miself frm goin out initially n ltr frm goin bck too late..n nw the op will be postponed cos she hafta c the neurologist..gez i gotta restrain miself frm duno hw long..n i reali nid a real break frm wrk..i reali2 nid to relax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n guys haf been sayin im cold,jual mahal, hostile n all that n they do get pissed at me..otherwise they wanna get into mi pants...bt ive stopped contacting the assholes so good ar..bt fr the ones whos nt...i wonder if im expectin too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe mi past is makin me wanna protect myself extra hard bt i wonder if its more bad than gd fr me..sum ppl say im ruining myself..tt sumtimes protectin myself to much cn haf a badder effect on me than wat i expected..i kinda agree wit tt..bt hw do i loosen up jz like tt..hw do i learn to be more in ctrl wit mi life n live it the way i wan n i shld..it cant happen with jz a snap of mi fingers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i wonder y the guys i like always happens to be fucked up assholes..i may seem the same bt ive grown skeptical of a lot of tinks..n the tink is tt i reali hate tis screwed up tinkin of mine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-4845648682711132075?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/4845648682711132075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/4845648682711132075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4845648682711132075' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-679093940972134074</id><published>2007-06-25T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T18:04:26.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally confirmed with my project manager that I want to transfer to a different school for real but I've discovered if I do, I'll be transferred to a primary school where there's even lesser jobs n more unattractive n annoying people...I tink kids at primary school level are super annoyin..Having a vp who is not as nice as my current one is expected cos he's too nice but its a risk im willing to take...but I'll be far away from him...I cant go mit him for lunch or just go out with him after work...I'll still mit him but it wun be the same...Now that ive realised that, it all the more make me unsure...y muz I be so damned fickle....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-679093940972134074?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/679093940972134074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/679093940972134074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#679093940972134074' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-9207616435304167362</id><published>2007-05-10T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T16:54:09.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I reali can't take it anymore. I really hate this fucked up shithole at work where everyone is so damn hypocritical and so damned democratic that they can smile at u one minute and spread untruths about you the next moment. Of course there are tis type of ppl evrywhr. but that's only a bloody handful. but here,prolly half of them are like that at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n im supposed to be a fuckin CCPE which is CO-CURRICULAR PROGRAMME EXECUTIVE, not OFFICE ATTENDANT.like hello, mi ranking is the same as OM and Admin Exec n mi pay is almost as high as new teachers bt wat am i treated as?sum freakin errand gurl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam timetable,i haf to pass to all the classes, counselling forms for those rascals, i hafta pass to those students and at short notice..even tried to make me do invigilation which is so not mi job....im not supposed to wrk directly wit the students...wen i ask him y he put mi name in the invigilation timetable wat he say, evry1 is supposed to help out during exam time..like wtf,i cn name so many staffs who do not nid to invigilate..n wen i say even if u reali nid mi help badly, y didnt u ask me in adv n wat was his answer..now u noe wat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i haf to do the damned daily absenteeism database for students..fuck la...tts so out of mi job scope...n wen u ask me to attend the hockey tournament, u told me its fr me to gain more exposure in the school's cca bt in the end wat, i hafta look aft the bloody rascals all by myself during my journey bck..n fuckin bitch yg duduk blakang aku,gie suruh aku put together the class timetable and master timetable for the whole school..fuck ar,as if mr jansen didnt brief u guys on wat im supposed to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n tt fuckin bitch of a dm,3 or 4wks aft i start,find fault wit me..tok to me rudely like her damned idiotic students neymind..tt time she actuali ordered me to keep the keys the students returned n i said i didnt noe..its not mi job...like duh..den she actuali dared to scold me in front of the students fr not knowin n im supposed to noe n shld go find out..padan muker,biler dier complain pt mr jansen, he said its the job of the CCA teachers and not me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den tt time i havent smoked for 4 fuckin hrs..saw her in the toilet n she actuali had the audacity to complain to the admin mngr tt i reeked of ciggies and shes sure i smoked in sch..she noes tt i smoke ar in the 1st plc...so wat was she tryna do?find fault wit me la..its viceroy nt kretek...even the smell of kretek wld be gone in 4 hrs...n tt was onli one stick..n she didnt even dare say to my face...first complain abt me den spread the words...if its the truth fine ar...bt its a bloody lie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i always go wrk buy breakfast tapao den go off and eat wit them..cos i dun like most of the teachers so i mix wit the off ppl and tech ppl..she fuckin complained say y im always in the general off..of cos tt was behind my back too...i mean come on ar,evryone comes to sch oso eat..n a nbr of them go outside eat summore bt tt one nevermind...wen they stand ard n chit chat oso tts okie...onli cos its me tts y muz complain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den the attendance register,i always bring 2 lvls at a time to staff rm to update the attendance, which isnt my job btw...its no use bringing one lvl at a time cos i cn finish 2 lvls in 1/2 hr..she nt happy sia...say i kip there very long summore..ask me to do the updating at the general off at side of the front desk whr gt pc..even the principal has no prob wit tt n even inform me he will return soon if he takes em..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nbr 1. u were the one who wasnt happy wit me bein in the off and nw u ask me to go there..nbr 2, u ask me to sit at a plc whr ppl store food,whr ppl eat their breakfast,n is littered wit dead ants and aft usin the pc fr sum reason ur hands wit get sticky and u asked me to use tt plc..ur bloody excuse is easy to refer if parents call..fr god's sake, nt much parents call to enq abt their child's attendance and the attendance is usuali not correctly updated til noon and i onli take tt in the mornin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u jz wana refer to which cls the kid is frm or who the form teacher is..i mean hello u cn look at the more updated file which contains all the particulars...its jz like 3m away...i dun tink tts too far...the most fucked up bit is wen i go to zul's rm fr a while..which is not locked btw n ppl usuali enter his rm w/o even knockin...wen u saw,u actuali complained abt us and spread abt it sayin its fishy...kau fikir aku gie main dgn dier kape..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mentang2 kau anak dara tua blom kwn n kau buruk n obviously tk pernah dpt,kau fikir sumer org gatal mcm kau,mane2, bile2 pun leh buat n wit jz any guy...i tok wit him like buddy2 in the first plc...n hes not gd looking at all sak..kitorang mcm member beh kau bobal mepek...main shoot aje...bodoh peh org utan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n tadi mr jansen actuali told me i may hafta move bck to the off..aft forcin myself to even tho i didnt wan to initially, bcos those same ppl tink im doin nuting in the general off even tho they duno the truth and wan me to move here..aft gettin comfortable wit bein invisible here..aft getting mi own cabinet and drawers which i had to get one of the tech guys to repair..aft havin fixed fr me a tel and nw i hafta move bck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suspect its cos of tt bitch parvathy and her clan cos shes the one who actuali decide whr to seat new ppl who come in..yes, gt newbies cumin..n the kind of newbie hafta make way fr them..mebbe they finally decided,they wld rather i be seated at the off bcos here,i cn jz make invisible and deaf and dun try to angkat them which they hoped..ractuali ade byk lagi cite tapi aku dah malas nk ckp...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-9207616435304167362?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/9207616435304167362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/9207616435304167362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wackome.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#9207616435304167362' title=''/><author><name>Nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00231924648184378865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17360226242043170085'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6714143.post-5853520986962927504</id><published>2007-04-12T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T17:11:01.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>actually,Im not in a blogging mood but Im too bored at work so Im blogging.Crazy rite.Nothing behta to do rite.Yes I noe.Aniwae I have driving today.Im at the 2nd page of module 2.Slow poke rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N tomorrow Ismail and Ab r leaving their current jobs.Luckily the new TA is gerek.N at least Im positive I wun fall for him.Ya.I nid to redo mi nail polish.It looks horrible now but Im too lazy.N u noe wat,slengeh me tot mi pay will be coming on 14th.Kinda just realised its on the 28th.14th is the day I hafta submit my monthly report and timesheet each month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I duno how Im gonna survive the remaining 2 weeks cos Im bloody broke.I dun even noe how I will chill wit them tml since Im broke nw.Oh well.K.Bubye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6714143-5853520986962927504?l=wackome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/5853520986962927504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6714143/posts/default/5853520986962927504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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