<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213187</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:40:12.317+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction Guaranteed</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SatisfiedNina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929411153041883013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213187.post-113825909244739133</id><published>2006-01-26T09:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T10:10:55.046+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupider than Stupid</title><content type='html'>Ok so I have two days [one and a half now] left at work so I shouldnt really care about this....but its just sooooooooo stupid I cant help but be affected....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I come back into the office after my lunch break, and as Im going through my programs to open up Microsoft Word, I notice something odd. My programs are usually in a specific order and they have been completely rearranged. I finally notice what it is, its my MSN! Its not there! I sit there for a little bit, confused, knowing that it must have been my boss, but completely in denial, till i see a lil envelope on my taskbar indicating a new email...I open up my outlook and this is what I find:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will notice that all chatting programs have been removed from company computers. That is because your jobs do not entail or require chatting of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that even if you were chatting during lunch break or after working hours this is no longer allowed at *********** Co. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And should you like to chat online please do so at home. Kindly do not re-install any chatting programs on your machines.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong, I have absolutely no objection with them removing msn or disallowing it, i mean its their right, my problem is the fact that they did in this sneaky way while we were all on our lunch breaks....I dont know, it feels wrong...Especially since in this company, we have(or had!) a friendly family-like atmosphere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it have killed them to ask us to remove it and do a check of it later on? While we were actually AT our computers.. It kills any sense of trust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now here comes the REALLY stupid part...my boss, when she removed MSN, she deleted the shortcut. She didnt even uninstall it or anything...Im sorry but that is asking for it! I go into the C drive and check under program files and its there! Fuck how stupid is that! If you're going to try and be all smart and powerful and all, it totally defeats the purpose when by doing so, you show the world how completely inadequate you are...Plus there's still windows messenger, and although it makes me feel like im stuck in 1997 it does the job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad to be out of here....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213187-113825909244739133?l=satisfiednina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/feeds/113825909244739133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213187&amp;postID=113825909244739133' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/113825909244739133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/113825909244739133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/2006/01/stupider-than-stupid.html' title='Stupider than Stupid'/><author><name>SatisfiedNina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929411153041883013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213187.post-113756682518259414</id><published>2006-01-18T09:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T09:47:05.196+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like everyones religion is determined by what part of the world they sprang from...or what country happened to invade them or colonize them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so random&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213187-113756682518259414?l=satisfiednina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/feeds/113756682518259414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213187&amp;postID=113756682518259414' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/113756682518259414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/113756682518259414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-feel-like-everyones-religion-is.html' title=''/><author><name>SatisfiedNina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929411153041883013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213187.post-113635427294071310</id><published>2006-01-04T08:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T08:57:52.953+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdo!</title><content type='html'>In a funny way this is somewhat related to my last post. First let me say something, I am not the sort of person who answers guys back when they harrass me, mainly cause I dont want to give them the satisfaction, secondly cause it doesnt get you anywhere, those creeps have the IQ of washing detergent and saying "fuck off" to them, sounds just the same as "Come and get it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway onto my story: I was leaving the house to go to work the other day, when a very unpleasant incident happened. You see, theres this guy who I sometimes see as I'm going towards my car in the morning, and he's such a weirdo! He waits till we're about to pass each other then says something obscene, sometimes in a language I dont understand, I think bangladeshi, and sometimes he goes "So Sexy!" in this really sleazy way (mind you, thats one of the nicer things he's said)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this hasnt happened to me in quite a while, so the other day as i'm going towards my car, I see him coming up in front of me, and short of turning around and running back into my house, there's nothing else I can do but keep walking towards the car. As expected, as soon as we're passing each other, he mumbles something in his language, and at that moment I dont know what happened but I snapped! I turned to him and I went "Shut the fuck up!" and kept walking...The freak didnt bother to turn around, probably cause he was scared or something, which is ironic cause I, on the other hand, was shaking with, well not fear, let's just call it adrenalin. After I made it safely to my car I breathed a sigh of relief and then the feel-good factor of what I had just done kicked in! Man it felt so good to not just stand there and take it! I dont know if this means that next time i see him he wont say anything, bas he's a little guy, so if he says something im going to see what I can do about causing serious body harm! Actually not really, but let me dream that I could actually do something like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, its not what he actually says that pisses me off - although it obviously does a little - but its the fact that I've just woken up, its a new day and most of the time I'm happy to be alive...and then this person comes and puts this horrible uncomfortable intrusive feel to the start of my day...Plus it's a pattern AND right outside my house so I feel like I have no choice but to take it...its not like I can take a different route or leave the house to go to work at a different time! AAAAAUGH! Its so unfair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213187-113635427294071310?l=satisfiednina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/feeds/113635427294071310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213187&amp;postID=113635427294071310' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/113635427294071310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/113635427294071310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/2006/01/weirdo.html' title='Weirdo!'/><author><name>SatisfiedNina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929411153041883013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213187.post-113558858095609683</id><published>2005-12-26T12:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T12:16:20.966+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm curious</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Is it ok for people to stick their numbers on your car window?..After all, &lt;em&gt;it is &lt;/em&gt;passive, because they're not forcing themselves upon you like those other freaks in the streets who try to anal hump your car or crash into you just to make some sort of "contact" even if its you giving them the finger! But anyway I digress, do you think its acceptable for people to get to know each other like that...I mean culturally i guess its a no,  but I think with the way things are going in this society, this is one of the more decent ways to chat up a girl or something...and its not as intrusive...I still wouldnt be crazy about it, and also another point is that how does a person know who the hell that person whos number's stuck to their car, is? I guess sometimes it happens after you've seen a person somewhere then parked afterwards, or they've made some comment in their note about who they are or where you might have seen them. What I want to know though is for the girls do you mind if its done to you and would you ever consider calling the person? And for the guys, would you do it if you saw a girl you liked and wanted to get to know her? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213187-113558858095609683?l=satisfiednina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/feeds/113558858095609683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213187&amp;postID=113558858095609683' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/113558858095609683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/113558858095609683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-curious.html' title='I&apos;m curious'/><author><name>SatisfiedNina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929411153041883013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213187.post-113558122276757597</id><published>2005-12-26T09:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T12:22:38.576+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on Track</title><content type='html'>Well i know its been EONS since i wrote but so much has happened that I simply couldnt bear the excitement...Ok i'm kinda exaggerating i could totally bear the excitement...but a lot has happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYway..first things first i quit my job! and I feel so happy and relieved and soon enough ill be completely broke and my "I am free" high will totally wear off and ill be bumming off anything and anyone...But till then YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly the mama had a talk with me about dragging fags...AKA smoking (ok dragging fags sounds nasty but i was tryin to be creative) and it felt so good to finally have a talk with her about it after all these years...its out in the open now...i still havent decided if its a completely good thing or bad thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a lot more has happened but I realised that there is no need to share *blush* and a lady can have her secrets...and if you ask 'what lady' ill smack you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have quit, I have no idea what to do with my life...So this post&lt;br /&gt;can be a way for me to collect ideas as to what my new career should be! Many of you might laugh but I severiously dont know what I want to do...im up for anything crazy....but preferably something i dont have to study 4 years or longer for!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213187-113558122276757597?l=satisfiednina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/feeds/113558122276757597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213187&amp;postID=113558122276757597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/113558122276757597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/113558122276757597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-on-track.html' title='Back on Track'/><author><name>SatisfiedNina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929411153041883013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213187.post-113316256419853566</id><published>2005-11-28T10:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:22:44.206+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction Low</title><content type='html'>Today's a new day still&lt;br /&gt;In a relatively new stage of discontent&lt;br /&gt;unfamiliar, foreign and quite annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more than I have, even though I know it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;I was never this way&lt;br /&gt;It's greedy and disturbs the balance&lt;br /&gt;but today, I dont care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I'd be happy....I felt I'd be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;I liked to be sure.....and I liked to be in control&lt;br /&gt;And now, I want to stop feeling this way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213187-113316256419853566?l=satisfiednina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/feeds/113316256419853566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213187&amp;postID=113316256419853566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/113316256419853566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/113316256419853566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/2005/11/satisfaction-low.html' title='Satisfaction Low'/><author><name>SatisfiedNina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929411153041883013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213187.post-113040447268630368</id><published>2005-10-27T12:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T12:14:32.696+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Note</title><content type='html'>Two things;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cafe Review - Cafe Supreme in Bustan, great service, average food, tasteless deserts, and downright disgusting drinks/coffees.  Its really nice to sit outside tho, with the weather these days, and people watch :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Westerners needed- Any North Americans/Western Europeans interested in a quick buck (nothing sexual involved!) for part time, for a week, please contact me. If anyone of you know anyone who fits the bill, please put me through to them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;GOTSA GO.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213187-113040447268630368?l=satisfiednina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/feeds/113040447268630368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213187&amp;postID=113040447268630368' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/113040447268630368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/113040447268630368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/2005/10/quick-note.html' title='Quick Note'/><author><name>SatisfiedNina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929411153041883013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213187.post-113040376866386934</id><published>2005-10-27T12:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T12:02:48.690+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont know</title><content type='html'>I sometimes yearn for what, I dont know&lt;br /&gt;I have a little nag in my brain&lt;br /&gt;It keeps telling me what to do&lt;br /&gt;And yet, i dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to cleanse my mind, maybe even my soul&lt;br /&gt;but it keeps coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scratch the inside of my head&lt;br /&gt;and wonder-&lt;br /&gt;will i ever know, or am i meant to always wander..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213187-113040376866386934?l=satisfiednina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/feeds/113040376866386934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213187&amp;postID=113040376866386934' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/113040376866386934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/113040376866386934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-know.html' title='I dont know'/><author><name>SatisfiedNina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929411153041883013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213187.post-112997742149421261</id><published>2005-10-22T23:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T13:37:01.500+03:00</updated><title type='text'>More valley-chick evidence</title><content type='html'>I SUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/2005/100books/the_complete_list.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time Magazine- All time 100 Novels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of Time magazine critics picked the best 100 English language novels from 1923 till the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many titles do you recognize:&lt;/strong&gt; 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which ones have you read:&lt;/strong&gt; 6&lt;br /&gt;Are you there God? Its me, Margaret; The Great Gatsby; To Kill a mockingbird; 1984; Lord of the flies; The lion, the witch and the wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which was your favorite:&lt;/strong&gt; 1984&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which was your least favorite:&lt;/strong&gt; The Great Gatsby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to tag &lt;a href="http://misplaceddidi.blogspot.com"&gt;misplaced didi&lt;/a&gt;....(show me wat you got)&lt;br /&gt;as well as &lt;a href="http://mcarabian.blogspot.com/"&gt;McArabian&lt;/a&gt;....(I have faith in you!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213187-112997742149421261?l=satisfiednina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/feeds/112997742149421261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213187&amp;postID=112997742149421261' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/112997742149421261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/112997742149421261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-valley-chick-evidence.html' title='More valley-chick evidence'/><author><name>SatisfiedNina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929411153041883013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213187.post-112963123711819544</id><published>2005-10-18T23:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T13:27:17.130+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap always happens to good people</title><content type='html'>Every good person I know has the shittiest things happen to them, while every bad (or annoying, or evil, or sneaky, etc. ) person i know, has a sweet ride thru life...WHY?? I know its got something to do with hell and heaven  and all that, it still makes me mad tho, i've seen it happen so much it cant possibly be a coincidence...my parents, my best friend, cousins, uncles, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I'm evil...&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213187-112963123711819544?l=satisfiednina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/feeds/112963123711819544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213187&amp;postID=112963123711819544' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/112963123711819544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/112963123711819544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/2005/10/crap-always-happens-to-good-people.html' title='Crap always happens to good people'/><author><name>SatisfiedNina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929411153041883013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213187.post-112949427710805502</id><published>2005-10-16T23:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T23:24:37.113+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while...</title><content type='html'>Havent been on for a while now...i HATE getting sick i feel so powerless...I had a terrible day at work today and i came home feeling like crap so i went out with a couple of friends and i realised that there is nothing better than friends when you're down, i know its a cliche but the coolest feeling is to drive around with a car full of people that you give a shit about and who give  a shit about you, while listening to Pink Floyd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats all im going to say today :):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213187-112949427710805502?l=satisfiednina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/feeds/112949427710805502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213187&amp;postID=112949427710805502' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/112949427710805502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/112949427710805502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/2005/10/been-while.html' title='Been a while...'/><author><name>SatisfiedNina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929411153041883013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213187.post-112858365782683234</id><published>2005-10-06T20:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T10:27:37.830+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Illegal Scrabble</title><content type='html'>Me and a few friends were out for sheesha a couple of days ago and a bunch of us got bored and started playing scrabble..&lt;br /&gt;It was travel scrabble and had only room for 4 players, so, because there was so many of us, we made up teams to play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYway, just when the game was starting to get interesting, with people making up words left and right, a waiter comes over and informs us that we are not allowed to play in their 'fine establishment'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say my friends were all outraged, i just found it funny. The sheesha place's rationale, I can imagine, is that playing any games of any kind is not allowed simply because some people play for money, but scrabble is such a CUTE game I mean its downright geeky! Who would play scrabble for money?! Plus it was such a dingy questionable sheesha place anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213187-112858365782683234?l=satisfiednina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/feeds/112858365782683234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213187&amp;postID=112858365782683234' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/112858365782683234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/112858365782683234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/2005/10/illegal-scrabble.html' title='Illegal Scrabble'/><author><name>SatisfiedNina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929411153041883013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213187.post-112858248750976129</id><published>2005-10-06T09:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T10:08:07.513+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Ramadan in Kuwait...</title><content type='html'>Well I was sooooo excited about Ramadan the whole while leading up to it, but now its Day 3, and I'm somewhat dissapointed. In my home country it was so lively and 'happening' :) and I wasnt hoping for the same atmosphere but at least some spirit of Ramadan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family thing is great tho, getting together for iftar everyone's loud and happy, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, &lt;em&gt;after &lt;/em&gt;iftar, what is there to do other than the ordinary? coffee shops, sheesha places, and so on, they all lack the feeling of Ramadan...And I dont know what it is precisely, but going out in Ramadan just&lt;em&gt;  feels &lt;/em&gt;different...but not here, except that everyone stays out later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to resign myself to the fact that its just like any other month here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213187-112858248750976129?l=satisfiednina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/feeds/112858248750976129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213187&amp;postID=112858248750976129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/112858248750976129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/112858248750976129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-first-ramadan-in-kuwait.html' title='My first Ramadan in Kuwait...'/><author><name>SatisfiedNina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929411153041883013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213187.post-112825651721841728</id><published>2005-10-02T15:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T15:35:17.223+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>I saw this really cute article in yesterday's Arab times about the 'Animal Friends league of Kuwait' where you can adopt kittens or puppies. It's like a home for animals - but they dont mention any other animals other than cats and dogs. All their animals have had their shots and are neutered and you can call on 7001622 for more info or to make a contribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought more people should know about it since I keep hearing friends complain that there are no decent pet stores in the country (which there arent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a TOTALLY unrelated topic, if anyone knows of theater groups in Kuwait please let me know, the only ones I know of are Kuwait players and Little theater something-or-other dont remember how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213187-112825651721841728?l=satisfiednina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/feeds/112825651721841728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213187&amp;postID=112825651721841728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/112825651721841728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/112825651721841728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/2005/10/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love'/><author><name>SatisfiedNina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929411153041883013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213187.post-112798068179953343</id><published>2005-09-29T10:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T11:10:07.683+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Potheads alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1906/1654/1600/ht_nov358_2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1906/1654/320/ht_nov358_2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any real devoted hardcore pothead should know about this, its been around for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Times magazine; a magazine on pothead culture&lt;br /&gt;I think its pretty cool that the potheads are being addressed after all they are human beings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also really cool the different topics they talk about like how to grow your own stuff at home, different recipes, how to pass a drug test, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS I also found out thru High Times that there is a High Times Cannabis Cup which is dubbed "The Stoner's event of the year" which cracked me up. It's basically a competition (held in Amsterdam- I wonder why) and you get to judge the best pot in the world. For anyone seriously interested its November 20-24th 2005!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S thnx muslimartist for clueing me in..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213187-112798068179953343?l=satisfiednina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/feeds/112798068179953343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213187&amp;postID=112798068179953343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/112798068179953343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/112798068179953343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/2005/09/potheads-alert.html' title='Potheads alert'/><author><name>SatisfiedNina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929411153041883013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213187.post-112789875473663477</id><published>2005-09-28T11:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:12:34.740+03:00</updated><title type='text'>L'accent; a road to self-discovery</title><content type='html'>I never noticed that, despite the fact that I went to a British school, I happen to have something of an American accent. I simply thought I had a 'non-accent' but when I went to London this summer, I was told, and even by Americans, that my accent is pure American. This is fine by me, even though I'd rather I didn't sound something that I wasn't; but it happened so khalas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, I was out on my lunch break the other day with a couple of co-workers, and was animatedly telling a story, when one of them interrupted me:&lt;br /&gt;"Can you stop using the word "like" in between every sentence?" he said. (or something to that effect)&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of caught off guard and went,"Sure!" but for the life of me I couldnt! I really tried but I couldnt tell a simple story without continuously stopping, rephrasing, etc. In the end I sounded like someone with a speech impediment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also happens to me when I try to talk completely in Arabic or completely in English (more difficult to do the Arabic one) 'cause I'm concentrating so hard on not interchanging between the two that I use literal translation which sounds awkward and flat-out wrong in some cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the 'like' story, I felt like a total bimbotic valley chick. I realised I completely act and sound the part as well sometimes. And that was not how I ever saw myself as, or saw myself becoming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next step; a mission. Eliminate all traces of "valley-talk" and no shopping for a month just to be safe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213187-112789875473663477?l=satisfiednina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/feeds/112789875473663477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213187&amp;postID=112789875473663477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/112789875473663477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/112789875473663477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/2005/09/laccent-road-to-self-discovery.html' title='L&apos;accent; a road to self-discovery'/><author><name>SatisfiedNina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929411153041883013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17213187.post-112789125480386866</id><published>2005-09-28T07:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:07:34.806+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Steps</title><content type='html'>Since this is my first post I figure I dont really have to say anything that meaningful. I might though. I dont know yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a friend coming over from abroad for like three weeks to a month and im freaked out cause he's kinda counting on me to show him a good time and I want to make sure at least he has an OK time which is the most I can hope for (which &lt;em&gt;completely&lt;/em&gt; goes against my blog title!) but I want to do something slightly more interesting that give him a tour of the Starbucks', Costas and other coffee houses in Kuwait. Any suggestions? I'm guessing i could take him to see the whole live music act but as far as I know thats like two places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to think when im bored with the same old same old what do I do to get out of it and I always come down to the conclusion that it's the people I'm around that make it better for me. Therefore when im bored I just change my group of friends....at least for a while anyway :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17213187-112789125480386866?l=satisfiednina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/feeds/112789125480386866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17213187&amp;postID=112789125480386866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/112789125480386866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17213187/posts/default/112789125480386866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satisfiednina.blogspot.com/2005/09/baby-steps.html' title='Baby Steps'/><author><name>SatisfiedNina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929411153041883013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
