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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 16:00:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sick people in the brain</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i38.tinypic.com/4in7eh.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;This week very the PMS-mode I tell you. Sampai ke penghujung maksima I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my girlfriends &amp;amp; I were walking towards Jurong East Mrt. &amp;amp; got this very &apos;taktahulah apa aku nak comment&apos; nya school girl. She was with her friend lah. Being my eyes very poor can go rabon, my gfs pointed out that one of them was wearing pantyhose to school. Ya ampun banyak-banyak lah mengucap, you want to go school or you want to go fashion parade. Hair like golden monkey already then you think nice ah wear with uniform? Your skirt terlipat-lipat like kueh lapis you still got the cheek to wait for us outside Aries &amp;amp; tried to confront us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually we all scared jugak lah. They were like following us wherever we go I tell you. &amp;amp; they were screaming like fucking mad dogs. tsk tsk tsk, like &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;anak-anak terbiar no future one lah their perangai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one, while we were in Aries. &lt;br /&gt;Chicken backside lah. We were asking the sales person for a particular rubber band &amp;amp; we need 5 of it. There&apos;s only like 2 on the shelf so we asked to get 5 for us lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 128);&quot;&gt;Me : I  need 5 of these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Salesgirl #1: (shouting from her counter) look below the shelf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 128);&quot;&gt;Me : I know, where? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Salesgirl #1: (still, mcm cb shouting from her counter) Look below the shelf got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Sharm open lah &apos;below the shelf&apos; which happens to be a drawer. Then this another salesgirl came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 153, 102);&quot;&gt;Salesgirl #2 : You cannot open this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 128);&quot;&gt;Me : She asked me to look below the shelf what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Salesgirl #1 : I ask you to look at the shelf below-below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 128);&quot;&gt;Me : You told me to look below the shelf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sharm : What kind of customer service is this? You should come here and assist us rather than screaming from your counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau, then the stupid cb salesgirl #1 give me this cb look. Of course lah, you cibai already, you give me cibai face lah. Pissed off sak what the fucking management pay you not enough issit. You not happy with them takya nak perah pat kiteorang what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot; src=&quot;http://i38.tinypic.com/21297o2.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ah, just now Sharmani &amp;amp; I went Johore Bahru to get things done for our Events. After we&apos;re done with our jobs, we went to City Square on foot lah kan since its very near. You can declare me one-of-a-kind punya species cos its my belardy first time to JB. I only go JB to change bus to balek kampong &amp;amp; thats only if Ayah cant go back together with us. It happened only twice lah that I must take the smelly bus to kampong. Very not the convenience I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were soooooo hungry &amp;amp; with me around confirm you all know I always hungry one. We went straight to the food-court ordered our food &amp;amp; all. Wah kau, they think what. They charged us $4.50 for a plate of Nasi Lemak with only a fist-size chicken. So small nevermind can lessen my fats intake, its so hard like stone cold. My rice even &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;FLEW off &lt;/span&gt;my plate while I was trying to cut the chicken. They give the egg all so oily already so I thought of ordering sausages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I didnt know these people very the money-face or they very stingy. She practically just gave me a plate for my sausages. So I thought okayyyyyyy dekni nak aku amek sausages aku sendiri lah ni. Alhamdulilah boleh amek banyak-banyak. Banyak-banyak kepala hotak aku lah eh, she was waiting for me to scoop the sausages then she say &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&apos; 3 pieces of sausage RM 1&apos;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you all think its like okay, very affordable. The sausage if they give me the original size nevermind. This one the sausage they cut into 2 lah eh. How small can that be. Tsk tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Confirmed stamped on their forehead : Money-face makcik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i38.tinypic.com/5otsvn.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharmani&apos;s chicken rice was so cold like it stopped at Northpole for awhile before its been served to her. So I went to the stall and asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 128);&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 128);&quot;&gt;Me: Kenape ayam die sejok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Makcik #1: Pasal kalau panas nanti susah nak potong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 128);&quot;&gt;Me: Nasi die pun sejok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;Makcik #2: Pasal kite dah letak sauce tu pasal sejok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very pissed off. So I mumbled ah, &apos;What kind of customer service is this?!&apos; Wah wah wah.&lt;br /&gt;That makcik #2 scold me in her language that I dont understand. I walked &amp;amp; looked back to stare at her &amp;amp; she purposely looked somewhere else trying to look innocent lah eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never change the rice for us nevermind. Still got the cheek to come up with dumb stupid only until primary school education nya type of answer. I was certainly pissed off. &lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Dont tell me I have to come at 8am in the morning at your stall then I can have warmed/freshed chicken rice is it? Im going to write to that shopping centre&apos;s management. I know, they wont do anything cos these type of people confirm they dont know dont care one right. But at least, I stood up for something thats right &amp;amp; if you really want your foodcourt to be a major success, better fire all rude stallvendors &amp;amp; educate them with the standard language. So people like me &amp;amp; Sharm can better communicate with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;7&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;((: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 02:53:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I hate Wednesdays</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Skipped the first lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, its Wednesday again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 16:19:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Nak makan tak nak</title>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i38.tinypic.com/112eqoh.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its already past 12 midnight &amp;amp; the only reason why I&apos;m still awake is pasal I very the bingit right now. Very the bingit to the maximum until I cannot sleep. Cannot sleep until I online also I dont know want to do what. I need to send proposals to some organizations but I really cannot make my mind work la oi. How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&apos;s gonna be helluva long long ( not long john hor ) dayyyyyyyyyy. How tak binget you tell me when Fifi can already help us out for our Event to be our photographer, tup tup tup, teacher say no outsiders allowed. Wahhhhhkao, tak ke binget member. &amp;amp; then you tell me how tak binget when I found out my sim card sibei lanciao oiiiiiiiiiii INACTIVE. Okay, takpe. I still got my prepaid card. But you know what? Prepaid credit only left with $0.55. How to survive you tell me. I want to answer call also before I can even say Assalamualaikum, line terputus pasal not enough credit one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there goes my main &amp;amp; most important source of communication. Mampus I mati already liao. I sent out sponsors abeh all sponsors I provide my number in it, tau-tau today my line dah kene potong. How you tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is certainly very binget day for me. Alahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, every day lah I PMS-mode. &lt;br /&gt;Right right right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh shit, tomorrow Wednesday. It&apos;s Anti-wednesday syndrome. Want to attend school or not ah? &lt;br /&gt;All vote now. Saper tak vote, you all besok no appetite to makan I tell you. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Cehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh bah (:  &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 15:48:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Guys never change</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot; src=&quot;http://i34.tinypic.com/2lm5ehi.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;15&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everytime something like this happens, you&apos;d be asking me about it. &lt;br /&gt;When everytime something like this happens, you&apos;d be trying to ask me about it.&lt;br /&gt;When everytime something like this happens, you&apos;d be telling me &apos;dont have to be so defensive&apos;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know friend, when everytime something like this happens, no matter how many excuses you try to come up with, I can only see it as you&apos;re trying to accuse me indirectly. Yes, you can say that you didnt come up to me and say &apos;You did it&apos;, but the way you phrase every of your sentences tells that I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont understand lah. There will be one point of time where you&apos;ll make me one helluva happy person, but you&apos;d be missing by the next. Prehaps you&apos;re only trying to make me feel that Im stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stupid that I could be fooled by every single guy who claims to be one lah. Cannot say bapok all, that one not true man at all. Once, I went out on a date with a guy who happens to be my crush. It only lasted a day, prolly because he must be thinking Im out for his money. Just because on the first date he paid for the food we ate. &amp;amp; it only lasted less than 3 hours I assumed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another, all the sweet talks. Wah wah wah, call me sweet names all. Sing me songs with meaningful lyrics. Tsk tsk tsk. Before I knew it, he was already telling the exact same things to another friend of mine. Can you tell me how small this world is that no matter where you go, you&apos;ll sure to be back at square one? Prolly Justin Timberlake song ring a bell to you huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have all the Mr Nice Guy gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 09:58:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>MSN</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i33.tinypic.com/5mwdu9.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from everyone being sissy &amp;amp; pissing me off by not talking to me or entertaining my nonsense on MSN, I rather call today not a very good day to start with. Ughhhhhhh. Seriously, this is not a false alarm or whatsoever, Im really on PMS-mode &amp;amp; everyone just pisses me off. Even that stupid brat in school uniform yang skirt berlipat2 go &amp;amp; langgar me inside bus. Stupid bangla dont know how to put air freshener when clearing the tong sampah. Noisy kids, raining outside still want to play playground. Dont know how to go home straight after school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so not f-ing funny that Im talking alone right now &amp;amp; I wish the walls around me could answer me back. (which is totally impossible lah). Its so not f-ing funny that Im going crazy screaming at noisy people walking past my house which happens to be on the first floor.&lt;br /&gt;Its so not f-ing funny that Im actually going to kill/slaughter/stab/threaten/rob anyone who comes to me and ask me whats wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Ni part even though aku sound so bedek nak jadi murderer tak jadi, but trust me. &lt;br /&gt;I will, only to a minimal extent that I can only scream till your ears peel off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzz off.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 17:29:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Long update</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i38.tinypic.com/14kxqat.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can be more exciting than to explore a whole new better meaning of getaway with your beloved girlfriends?&lt;br /&gt; No, this place is not Vivo rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;No, this place is not at Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;No, this place is not in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you&apos;ve just got to figure it yourself. It&apos;s a place where you can hear the waves, watch the sunset, see how the sky turns beautiful and most importantly, its a place where you can lie down on the pavement with no one to disturb. ( I actually fell asleep while the girls are busy talking, how true is that?! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korang please believe me when they say jangan pandang belakang in most situations. But very belacan tak kene cheese betul aku ni go and pandang belakang twice before running like mad dog screaming. Before I even knew it, the girls were running in threes leaving me behind. Tsk tsk. Nasib I kuat semangat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot; src=&quot;http://i34.tinypic.com/2yx25as.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot; src=&quot;http://i34.tinypic.com/311qoop.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i37.tinypic.com/2ep12kx.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot; src=&quot;http://i37.tinypic.com/2zeht2x.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had MC for yesterday&apos;s absence from Office Application&apos;s CA. &amp;amp; confirm you all dah tahu by now that I was already sick on the day before. Sick until confirm Monday we all kene screw from teacher cos of the black car incident. Mati liaoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I went bowling with 2 monsters today who I long time never meet. Its like a month ago we last went out together huh?&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, for the splendid time. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Picture tak berpart-part tapi keparat&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i36.tinypic.com/9bbz0j.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i34.tinypic.com/2hcgd4l.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i36.tinypic.com/1z5253c.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 16:30:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>so sick of</title>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Like the elephant, we are unconscious of our own strength. When it comes to understanding the power we have to make a difference in our own lives, we might as well be asleep. If you want to make your dreams come true, wake up. Wake up to your own strength. Wake up to the role you play in your own destiny. Wake up to the power you have to choose what you think, do, and say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.Im sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;How do I explain to myself that I have to wake up in about 7 hours time attend 2 hours of Events Management lesson &amp;amp; then proceed the whole afternoon with car washing? You tell me, how? Tsk tsk, I mati first I tell you. Cannot make it. Under the hot sun. Tsk tsk. Mati liao mati liao. Confirm I suntan under the suntan lotion banana boatt. Lol. Puas hati oi aku pat golden chance like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom complains Im too fat. Dah macam elephant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 03:08:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Anti Wednesday</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CarWash-1.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/CarWash-1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, its changed for more options. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Thursday &amp;amp; Friday&lt;br /&gt;17 &amp;amp; 18 July 2008&lt;br /&gt;Ite Clementi Carpark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its already 11.06am, its Wednesday again. &amp;amp; I skipped Etp again. I dont know why but Ive got this Anti-Wednesday syndrome that I myself dont understand the causes of it. Prolly because Etp&apos;s in first period. Ever since school started, Ive never been to school on Wednesdays. But nevermind, today Im gonna make a difference! Im gonna come school even though aku dah skip first lesson. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carwash&apos;s tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Ive been busy &amp;amp; sick this whole week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 01:04:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Im tired.</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06508.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/DSC06508.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;S A TUR D A Y&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i33.tinypic.com/o8xw8y.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i34.tinypic.com/2nt644.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot; src=&quot;http://i35.tinypic.com/14mtjzm.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i38.tinypic.com/atouh5.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends come and go, but those who choose to stay are true friends. The people I met through work are one of the best people ever. They never fail to make you laugh at work, push you to flag people even though its not their job just so sales can go up &amp;amp; prevent us from getting screws &amp;amp; hammers &amp;amp; nails and see-saw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, should I start doing my presentation slides or should I come up with logic excuses? Im so tired from work yesterday. Trust me, working was so bored yesterday. You wont believe that me &amp;amp; Zaffy took approximately 30mins to set up the whole backdrop. It keeps falling forward again &amp;amp; again. &amp;amp; before you even know it, I was bathing under the hot sun. To flag guests and get guests who cant understand English but still have the cheek to say &apos; I dun underspand Enklish &apos; is actually English already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sickening can this job get &amp;amp; how of a best sweet talker can you be to make me stay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 18:01:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>preciousanecdotes again</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC06509.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/DSC06509.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Middle-finger up to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;As much as I have my patience level, this time you&apos;ve come to far girl. You keep following whatever Im doing. You can cover yourself by saying that aku nih perah santan banyak sangat or whatever but hell you, my girlfriends know and feel what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel that you&apos;re just a copy of me. Trying to immitate whatever I do. How I do things. When I do things. I thought things between us were over when you start to &apos;give in&apos; to me &amp;amp; my ex-boyfriend. But noooooooooo, you choose to mess with me again (&amp;amp;again). You&apos;re just an immature brat who thinks that I dont know &amp;amp; dont realise what you&apos;ve been copying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yah, you can tell me, &apos;there&apos;s freedom of speech.&apos; or &apos;you think you so great I want to copy you?&apos;. I dont care. As far as I am concern, you very the subahanallah mintak ampun banyak-banyaklah kalau taktahu nak bertaubat lagi. Or you very the &apos;nauzubillah&apos; punya person who is 19 this year but behaves like a 15 year old baru nak membesar. I forget lah, you kan perampas matair orang. Ooops, you snatch already then you make this very kesian nak mampus sampai my jiran punya kucing boleh berus gigi punya attitude on your blog mintak simpati. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your trick only make my toes laugh. I know I know my toes where can laugh. (Your toes boleh laugh ke? If boleh I think rumput pun boleh berbual eh?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really irritates the whole world of me if you want to know. Now that I&apos;ve made a clean break with my ex-boyfriend, I&apos;ll prolly assume you&apos;re happy now that you can start contacting him again. So no need to try to forget him or whatever you claim on your blog. You can ask him go Parkway Parade together, then you all can sama-sama go East-Coast-ing to BBQ without me jadi macam bahan ketawa down there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like going Marine Parade right now, give you a slap on your face to wake you up from your senses. Find your own originality &amp;amp; stop trying to be like others because it&apos;ll only make you like one belardy fool being a source of entertainment and also gets on my nerves. So, you better know yourself preciousanecdotes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editted: Now that Im back to livejournal, please dont tell me you want to come to livejournal. Alah standard lah, copy-cats kiss the rat, go home let your mother slap punya perangai, who dont know kan? I switch to Blogspot, you also want what. I think I want to korek pantat also you want to follow kan. Later I bring my jiran cat and show you how dia berus gigi then you know how much you look like Abigail. Terkekek-kekek or what I am right now. Abigail kape fiiiiiiiiiiii. (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 15:59:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>It sucks so bad</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hello4.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/hello4.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;lj-embed id=&quot;14&quot; /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when there&apos;s no more home cooked food from you.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when there&apos;s no more eating under the void deck with you.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks not getting random phonecalls during your break.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks not hearing random phonecalls on my house phone.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks not receiving smses from you.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks not being able to irritate with you.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks not having anyone to share my earpiece with.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks not having someone to carry my bag even though its not heavy.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks not having someone to tell you what to wear today.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks not to have someone to tell you to stop eating so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks not having after school meals with you.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks going to movies without your arms around me.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks standing in the train not having anyone to stand beside me.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks standing alone with noone to hold my waist.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks not having anyone to tell me there&apos;s chilli stuck in between my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks sitting at Starbucks not knowing what to drink.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks not having someone to tell me how nice I&apos;ll look today.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks not hearing you speak English.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks not seeing you go to work.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks not having anyone to carry my books for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when I have noone anymore to take random photos with me.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when I have noone anymore to meet for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when I have noone anymore to cry with me.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when I have noone anymore to tell me to endure my hunger so that we can have dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when I have noone anymore to tell me that we&apos;re actually not rich.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when I have noone anymore to buy me breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when I have noone anymore to take care of me by myside when Im sick.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when I have noone anymore to  bring me to the clinic when I have  diarrhoea.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when I have noone anymore to put salt on my ulcer.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when I have noone anymore to play arcade with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when I thought I was right.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when I force my tears back.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when you&apos;re not there to tell me how awful I sound when I sing.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when you&apos;re not there for me.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks whenever it comes to 12th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&apos;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 14:07:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Blogger sundal</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Invitationcardcopy.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/Invitationcardcopy.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alahai, blogger at my house ajer eh dia jadi bitch. Bitch habes punya sundal, punya cibai punya konek all lahhh. I very frustrated I tell you. Fucker blogger. Can lah, rhyme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1_610740061l.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/1_610740061l.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s so much in me that I cant let anyone out there now. It hurts so bad. The reason why I kept things to myself is that Im afraid the things that they are going to tell me are not the things I really want to hear right now. &lt;br /&gt;Lets hope for the better things, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I become your teammate lah, okay or not? Cannot takpe. &lt;br /&gt;((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 02:20:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>imcheena.blogspot.com</title>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;just when I thought everything comes crashing down on me, Blogger comes to my rescue.&lt;br /&gt;Im back as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there are just some people who keeps tailing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imcheena&apos;s the word. figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 17:08:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Singapore tenggelam</title>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know how to start this entry. All that is in my mind is one word &apos;IRRITATING&apos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, Digigirls, please understand what I meant by this word okay. I dont know how else to express it la ey. Serious shit la ey, I really cannot take it anymore. I need to plan the schedule for the week just now &amp;amp; I must say its not an easy job to do. So, just bear with me la ey. I thought its like &apos;ala, kau work hari ni, bsk org lain work&apos;, but its nothing near that okay. &amp;amp; to save from all the trouble of finding people to work on the days that have lacks of staffs, I just write my name on it. Which is why Im kinda irritated no.2 right now. Im not a bloody hell full timer but I must work in order to cover up for the days that do not have enough people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky enough, guests that appeared in Sentosa today are super baik nak mampus so I didnt have much trouble handling counter alone pasal all the guest are like &apos;feka-friendly&apos; users gitu. Semua dengar cakap. Tapi as usual, all those muka bukit one macam cibai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top things out, the people at work werent kinda helping me out except for Zaf who came last minute. Alamak you, should come more often! The people I used to look forward to making me smile/laugh/giggle at work didnt even took a glance at me to make me one happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I went to the gym last Saturday morning with Aim, baik pe aku? But I dont think I lost any fats cos, I was in there for like 20 mins &amp;amp; then I told Aim I was craving for Boon Lay Nasi Lemak. Aper lagi, bedal ah! Aim go with the flow. Nak makan punya pasal, anything goes, kan kan kan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im chatting with Danny right now &amp;amp; he&apos;s like warning me not to eat too many prawns because I might just die from eating too many prawns. Padahal he know prawns are like my favourites. &lt;br /&gt;He&apos;ll go like, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-[danny fuller]- [the search..][its REEF baby..][commitment, dedication n loyalty..] says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;nie aku kasi kau health awareness nie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;-[danny fuller]- [the search..][its REEF baby..][commitment, dedication n loyalty..] says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;-[danny fuller]- [the search..][its REEF baby..][commitment, dedication n loyalty..] says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tknk spore tenggelam je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;-[danny fuller]- [the search..][its REEF baby..][commitment, dedication n loyalty..] says:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu je aku tknk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pantat kau berdaki ah Danny. Dia step aku mane peh&amp;nbsp; berat jer sampai Singapore tenggelam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 08:08:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>feka has such big thighs that you care so much. Aww</title>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inadeh , some people are just plain nuinsance la kan. But nonetheless, I tak heran langsung &amp;amp; sikit pun not affected by the fact that I have such big big thighs. Maybe your momma&apos;s thighs are like those lidi satay la kan thats why you want to comment abt mine being so big. Fi, aku rasa mak dorang peh THIGHS macam lidi satay ah, or better still, macam pole yang dalam bus tu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to your feka-has-such-big-thighs, let me share with you that my perot also like balloon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 16:02:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Aku rabon</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_9355copy.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/IMG_9355copy.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling so fucked up right now pasal of some stupid incident that happened at work la. Macam cibai pe siak first time customer complained that I was being rude for no particular reason that&apos;s reasonable to me. Aku kalau ikotkan hati nak nangis pat sana tadi but hey, if I was ever being suspended for this reason or whatever reason you have it, I&apos;ll just quit I tell you. The place wont have lack of staffs like me. &lt;br /&gt;I havent been myself lately because I think of the hormones inside me. What telah happen to me man. I&apos;ve started to eat like many times a day, imagine ey I can even eat 5 meals a day &amp;amp; still be hungry in the middle of the night. My stomach now is like being 3 months in pregnancy I swear if I were to pretend I was one in the train, some kind soul (stupid, but baik hati, thank you) will give up his/her seat to me. Alahai, courteous betol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I start losing weight, I think I&apos;ll be a grandmother already waiting for high blood pressure check up at Tan Tock Seng Hospital. If Im lucky enough, I&apos;ll be married to a God&apos;s creator who is sweet &amp;amp; courageous enough to be my husband. Who can stand my ultimate irritating &amp;amp; fucked-up behaviour. Who can feed me when my hands are too wobbly to even pick up a 5-cent coin on the table. A husband who can still say Im the most beautiful lady even though Im an 89year old (if I live to this age, duh?) elderly with wrinkles &amp;amp; excess skin all over. This is the husband that I want. ( like who doesnt, bitch? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m super duper extra enormously gigantic for now, so if you say that my thighs are so big, then I suggest you just sit one corner dig your nose till you can reach your brains. &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 00:21:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Moo-siq jer kau (:</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=feka141.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/feka141.jpg&quot; style=&quot;width: 270px; height: 359px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning eighteen was wayyyyyy better than to get accepted for some telemarketing job okay ( Not that I really get any telemarketing job ). Before I really start on a proper update kan, the person who commented on my previous entry for my thighs being big must have been really dumb la pasal hello you should know by now that almost all girls have thighs that are bigger than the size you should be having. Anyways, thanks for commenting, at least I know that there&apos;s someone reading my blog la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=feka139.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;width: 289px; height: 384px;&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/feka139.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother just had to spoil my early morning by calling me up at 7am just to tell me this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Bro : Eh, kau tolong aku......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;( He hasnt even finish talking.. &amp;amp; I interrupt. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Me : Ahhhh, kau jangan nak merepek. Aku takde maser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Bro : Boleh ah, tolong! Amekkan consent form dalam beg ijau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Me : Kau ni eh, cuma tau nak menyusahkan hidop aku je la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Bro : Tolong uh! Nanti cikgu call mama lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Me : Ah call uh, Bye aku nk tidur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 128); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Bro : Cikgu da call Mama la last week, tolong uh ok! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Before I could even utter another word, the phone went shut. See, how he can just make me wake up, bathe &amp;amp; go to his school just to pass a single piece of consent form that he keeps on forgetting. Ni budak confirm balek kene rembat dengan aku nyer. &amp;amp; hello, satu beg hijau aku da bongkar, where&apos;s the bloody consent form. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=feka134.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/feka134.jpg&quot; style=&quot;width: 188px; height: 232px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=feka133.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/feka133.jpg&quot; style=&quot;width: 175px; height: 231px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand or not why I very pissed off? Its because my school starts at 11.30am &amp;amp; this brother just woke me up at 7am &amp;amp; I cant tidur balek. Today is weigh in I guess. Alaaaaa, my babats da macam rumah-rumah flats lah ey. I dont care anymore la. You want to say I fat like pig ke, I walk &amp;amp; cause a tremor ke, you all can go &amp;amp; die. I dont care anymore. Like seriously laaaaa, diets &amp;amp; me dont click. The moment I start to diet &amp;amp; everything right, my system start to give me problems. Macam taik kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=feka143.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;width: 325px; height: 432px;&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/feka143.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chocolate cake yesterday was soooooooooo nice that I think I&apos;ve gained 10kilos after eating it, kan kan kan korang? Sedaps nak mampus macam tengah makan sup tulanggggg! Thanks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 1hour typing this entry cos halfway thru I went to the toilet to shit shit shit &amp;amp; now my ass very pain already. &amp;amp; I should be going already pasal my brother needs the form asap but who cares? You want the form, you wait. If not your teacher call Mama, &amp;amp; you get scolded baru padan muka. Tu lah, dengar Moo-siq lagik, pagi petang siang malam tengah makan, tengah mandi tengah nak tidur pun kau dengar moo-siq kau. Argh. If your voice very nice nice like my voice takpe jugak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayur people. I mean, Sayonara. &lt;br /&gt;*Faaaaaaarts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 11:57:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Shagged</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=feka138.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;215&quot; height=&quot;183&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/feka138.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=feka137.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img width=&quot;226&quot; height=&quot;182&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/feka137.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d be the happiest birthday girl ever if you ever grant me my wish. &amp;amp; I want that good feka day asap pasal I very looking forward to it, even if you dont. ( At all )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very shagged , penat &amp;amp; feel like nak mampus right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 01:58:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>legally</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;width: 276px; height: 411px;&quot; src=&quot;http://i26.tinypic.com/2zg579u.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the years, this is the year Ive always looked forward to. For one reason that Im legal now &amp;amp; that I can do whatever I want except that I cannot watch R21 movies je la ey. Lots of birthday wishes at 12 on the dot okay. Wonderful girlfriends &amp;amp; boyfriends who remembered my birthday despite me being a total bitch reminding people everywhere. Sorry uh, my face muka tembok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;12.34 exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the happiest person today.&amp;nbsp; Happy birthday me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom sang to me this morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&apos;Happy birthday to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Happy birthday to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Happy birthday to Kakak Cantik,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Happy birthday to you&apos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cant stop kissing me when she&apos;s about to leave for work. I almost cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where&apos;s dad?&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 04:04:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Suare rock</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, you got it right that Im updating this kesian blog in school using this belardy slow internet connection that my school has. Boo-hoo-hoo. Going to school everyday has been such a bore la kan that everyday I cannot wake up. Really. &amp;amp; somemore ey, the weather is killing me like fuck! Even when Im eating, I sweat like mofo sia. (though Im not one, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im turning legal soon &amp;amp; hello aku very excited nak mampus until I cannot tell how you know.&amp;nbsp;My girlfriends, lets enjoy my Friday night together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Work been&apos;s such an ass because ey, my fucking pay is been delayed for sure. The latest my pay will come in is on 2nd May, like hello? I need to settle alot of things before I turn 18 la deng! I demand that Dubai go do something about this macam taik punya fund transfer &amp;amp; wtf punya internet connection or whatever reason they can ever come out with. I dont care! Mentang-mentang this month my pay like many many abeh they want to perangai with me, like what the hell la kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got to go now nak gi propose kita punya Events management project, kononnya nak buat Jam-and-Hop la, I dont know la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang Fifi call aku tibe-tibe tanya aper ntah aku pon taktahu. K2, I call you now babe (:&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 04:27:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>NICE &amp; BODOH plus your addiction</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiwek, aku seriously cannot take it anymore ey. At home cannot use computer then have to stick to this blooooooody school computer for updates of cyberworld la sey. Its very pressurizing at&amp;nbsp;_____ that there&apos;s somebody watching every step I make, every person I talked to. Betul, aku tak bedek. Pressure bukan pasal _____, tapi pasal ada orang looking out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; pandai sgt la aku ey semalam at work, we&apos;re already on the Express when I forgot to take my school skirt in the cupboard. Pandai la sangat ey. Sumpah macam budak biol kuar Express beh patah balek Beach Station. My teacher in front is teaching &amp;amp; she&apos;ll go like &apos;Oinght&apos; here &amp;amp; there. Cannot tahan nak burst into laughter la kawan-kawan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone&apos;s having a haircut &amp;amp; their haircut punya la lawa. Q da cut hair, NICE bodoh. Ezan da cut hair, NICE bodoh. Aku pun da cut hair, tapi BODOH siol, sikit NICE pun takde ey. GIve up sua Feka on trying to look good by having a haircut again &amp;amp; again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody still got an addiction towards me la sey. I know I very sincere punya orang, thats why very irresistable kan kan kan. Betul betul betul?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 03:59:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>On hiatus</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you said you will, but you didnt for the third time.&lt;br /&gt;When you said you&apos;ve forgotten about her, but you didnt a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;When you&apos;re just making me confused all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can keep deleting every single messages that you sent to her, but you cant hide the fact that I know every single thing that you&apos;re trying to hide. Just because I know you too well. &amp;amp; I hate that you&apos;re always making me go all over the place confusing everyone. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to you girl, I just think that if you cant foget him, well, just take him back la, rather than you keep posting things such as&amp;nbsp;you miss listening to how you guys say &apos;cmon ah&apos;. You may have deleted the post or (whatever) but I know who you were talking about. Ler, aku actually dah malas nak cakap pasal ni la. Gasak kau-orang lah ey. Keep messaging him &amp;amp; then tell him to delete your messages &amp;amp; your calls. See whether I can find out or not la okay babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet&apos;s down at home, I think my adik go dont know pandai-pandai tangan gatal meraba-raba sana sini sampai sekarang semua da takle pakai. Erghhh, sengal betul la dekni.&amp;nbsp;So, wont be updating for some time. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 06:55:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Baby Faizal reads my blog too Dayah</title>
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  <description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6861.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/IMG_6861.jpg&quot; style=&quot;width: 454px; height: 302px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start my daily maki-ing, Ohhhh god, this Baby Faizal reads my blog also. Whose baby Faizal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z141316186.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/z141316186.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy on the left of course. I dont know why but all the retail people have been called baby since I dont know when too. Lol, okay thanks to him I guess my work shift with Dayah yesterday before the show was splendid. Tak sangka si dekni pon dalam diam-diam banyak mengutuk orang dari aku. Rabak tol! &amp;amp; hello, da tag blog Dayah, blog violent ni taknak comment pe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my pictures in my album right now are limited, so make do with the repeated pictures. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00636.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/DSC00636.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku rindu time kiter kejer sama-sama empat woman power. When was the last time? Ever since school started, our schedule dah macam taik, satu-satu kene campak here &amp;amp; there. Everyone busy with their own school life. I just ended school at 2pm &amp;amp; will be heading for work later today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3907.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/IMG_3907.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Many familiar faces around the school. Famous kejap. From people I kenal inside jamban to people I love from secondary school &amp;amp; even minah-minah &amp;amp; mat-mat merepek also got in my school right now. Especially the 2 girls yang sungguh perangai pepek pakai ribbon pat rambot. Aiyo, gi skola ker nak gi Jepun siol. Later (when I got time, which obviously I dont) , I go pluck on leaf &amp;amp; put it on my hair. Confirm trendsetter eh. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3902.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/IMG_3902.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Yes we fought, but exactly when I woke up the other day and looked at my calender, I knew it was your birthday. Happy birthday Fira Nudawaty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang perut aku tengah main lagu dangdut. Aku laparrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_3849.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;width: 361px; height: 480px;&quot; src=&quot;http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x141/frieslovers/IMG_3849.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I think Im quitting work. I just feel that the management sucks &amp;amp; being a part timer, I need to work like most of the days. I hardly had anytime for myself. When I have my off days, enjoy ah babe. Merayap &amp;amp; enjoy good food. Alamak, cakap pasal good food, my birthday coming *blinks blinks* my challenge to lose weight. Alamak kau, aku tak rasa aku leh make it la, but if I lose weight, aku sungguh kagum dengan myself okay. Shut up danny, stop laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 00:07:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>cos-I-got-no-time.</title>
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  <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When time comes between work &amp;amp; girlfriend, I&apos;ll choose girlfriend over work. &amp;amp; I dont think that the people &amp;amp; all will understand if I tell them that my girlfriend is warded in hospital. They dont see the importance to visit, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go do the find-my-replacement-yourself-cos-I-got-no-time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuwang asam sak aku you can say, tapi kan I had to lie I had school pasal if not they wouldnt let me off. Bluek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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