<?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-18919940</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:08:14.640+02:00</updated><category term='eve'/><category term='goals in life'/><category term='story for soul'/><category term='travel'/><category term='funny thots'/><category term='favourite pastime'/><category term='la vie'/><category term='muvi'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='food'/><category term='medic'/><title type='text'>dRop it LiKe iT's hOt!</title><subtitle type='html'>Everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-1760077749702213411</id><published>2010-04-12T18:17:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:52:01.939+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story for soul'/><title type='text'>make a print out of it</title><content type='html'>future is so hard to predict. one step u made wrong it does change the next.&lt;div&gt;it will either fasten the process or delaying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the world of competition, evry step of the way counts. evryone is ur rival n evry part of u is like a working machine plus u can also feel that how fast the time passes by with a blink of an eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanted to make a drastic or shud i call it aggressive  move upon my future..but i shud also remember that i dont live alone. i must take note n put under consideration of ppl around me. not to say i cared too much about them but.. they MADE me. u understand by that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like my life is useless n/or not "a life" without them. this sounds ridiculous as ppl always say u live alone u die alone. u know that concept is not always true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, my plan of changes always got interrupted by the thots that maybe ppl around me might get hurt. sometimes i do feel i can live alone coz no one cares wat i did. but at the moment when i can almost feel my life is falling down the cliff or almost reach rockbottom, i always got saved by the bell. by bell i meant phonecalls. these magical phone calls always keep me alive. with activities of course. and the demands seems to make my life or m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yself feel so worth-full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as for right here right now im doing good. doing great actually. im not depressed. i got a few more months til end of semester... i really need a break.. to clear my head up n to figure out wat my future suppose to be. or become or be with..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im confused n i dont know wat i want. yeah even up til now. u can laugh about it all u want. i dont seem to care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'd say if i cant be with that person, or i made decision not to be with him, i make a print out of it. as a memory. pictures r too deep so i just keep the names..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*this is a pic i took fr my krakow trip. hopefully il be able to write travelblog after this. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/S8NBWE8c7HI/AAAAAAAAAMA/iC-oQhlmrBo/s400/P1014517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459279020843396210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-1760077749702213411?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/1760077749702213411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=1760077749702213411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/1760077749702213411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/1760077749702213411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2010/04/make-print-out-of-it.html' title='make a print out of it'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/S8NBWE8c7HI/AAAAAAAAAMA/iC-oQhlmrBo/s72-c/P1014517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-4686202647331388723</id><published>2010-02-18T14:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:59:10.336+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story for soul'/><title type='text'>well well well</title><content type='html'>well well well...&lt;br /&gt;as i cant seem to find a nice topic.&lt;br /&gt;so! wat have i done so far that im this near getting this years summer?&lt;br /&gt;say...i travelled. yep! i travelled a lot this year. n back from my trip to krakow i was admitted.&lt;br /&gt;admitted not for so long (thank God!) in surgical dept suspected of pancreatitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was brought there by ambulance, they call it here "scora-pamosh" - direct translation "fast-help".&lt;br /&gt;2 A&amp;amp;E (shortform of Aid n Emergency) doctors came n gave me spasmolytic but it didnt relieve me. and they thot i was having a fever as i was sweating like hell (must be the sympathetic inervation) coz i was having diarrhea n vomiting at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;well..its not a pleasant story to be told. but heck, just feels like it.&lt;br /&gt;so i ended up overnite at 7th hospital treated by attending physician Dr.Raznichenko (my parallels' group teacher) - was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day i was fine after IV treatment with omeprazole, noshpa, contrykal, n fosfalugel, i was discharged by my own teacher - Dr.Trofimov... he's cute..i always think that he's so smart that if he ask me out, i wudhv said YES! :p&lt;br /&gt;From there on, i have to change my diet to diet no.1 and must continue it strictly until my follow up endoscopy after a month.&lt;div&gt;for those who dont have any idea wat diet no.1 is, its basically liquid diet for GIT problem patient. that includes u cannot eat chocolate, no strong tea, no coffee, no red meat, no spinach, no tomato. and of course - no smoking n no alcohol. so, jgn pandai2 telan perfume yer.. :p&lt;br /&gt;owh c'mon!its not that bad.. i mean i have to sacrifice my spicy food in order to continue living but in returns........ there might be a chance for me to get a......... a ........ a perfect cute, sexy body. :p hahahha (LOL! and very loudly!)&lt;br /&gt;so here i am, continuing my medication n eating liquid food.. healthily!&lt;br /&gt;yay ME! u can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this the pic of my hospital-made-soup of the day. - an example of diet no.1.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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type='text'>.::Broken Hearted Girl::.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nS_TtSpNHsU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nS_TtSpNHsU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Youre everything I thought you never were&lt;br /&gt;And nothing like I thought you couldve been&lt;br /&gt;But still you live inside of me&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre the only one I wish I could forget&lt;br /&gt;The only one Id love to not forgive&lt;br /&gt;And though you break my heart, youre the only one&lt;br /&gt;And though there are times when I hate you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I cant erase&lt;br /&gt;The times that you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;And put tears on my face&lt;br /&gt;And even now while I hate you&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to say&lt;br /&gt;I know Ill be there at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna be without you babe&lt;br /&gt;I dont want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna take a breath with out you babe&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;But let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to love you in no kind of way no no&lt;br /&gt;I dont want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And I dont wanna play the broken-hearted girlNo...No&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;Im no broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I feel I need to say&lt;br /&gt;But up to now Ive always been afraid&lt;br /&gt;That you would never come around&lt;br /&gt;And still I want to put this out&lt;br /&gt;You say youve got the most respect for me&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I feel youre not deserving me&lt;br /&gt;And still youre in my heart&lt;br /&gt;But youre the only one and yes&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I hate you&lt;br /&gt;But I dont complain&lt;br /&gt;Cause Ive been afraid that you would've walk away&lt;br /&gt;Oh but now I dont hate you&lt;br /&gt;Im happy to say&lt;br /&gt;That I will be there at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna be without you babe&lt;br /&gt;I dont want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna take breath with out you babe&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;But let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to love you in no kind of way no no&lt;br /&gt;I dont want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And I dont wanna play the broken-hearted girl...NoNo&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im at a place I thought Id never beOooo&lt;br /&gt;Im living in a world thats all about you and meyeah&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gotta be afraid my broken heart is free&lt;br /&gt;To spread my wings and fly away&lt;br /&gt;Away With you&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah yeah, ohh ohh ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna be without my baby&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Dont want to take a breath with out my baby&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna play that part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;But let me just say&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to love you in no kind of way..No..No&lt;br /&gt;I dont want a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna play the broken-hearted girl..No..No..&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;Broken-hearted girl Nono&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;br /&gt;No broken-hearted girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-306840862344252381?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-708073801982745281</id><published>2009-10-15T22:53:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:23:04.882+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la vie'/><title type='text'>Hola for Ash-sheee!!</title><content type='html'>It's Alright It's OK by Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/On_ZPiDEqkA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/On_ZPiDEqkA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me &lt;br /&gt;There's no need &lt;br /&gt;To talk it out &lt;br /&gt;Cause its too late &lt;br /&gt;To proceed &lt;br /&gt;And slowly &lt;br /&gt;I took your words &lt;br /&gt;And walked away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No looking back &lt;br /&gt;I wont regret, no &lt;br /&gt;I will find my way &lt;br /&gt;I'm broken &lt;br /&gt;But still I have to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, it's OK &lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you &lt;br /&gt;I won't be sorry &lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, it's OK &lt;br /&gt;So don't you bother what I do &lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say &lt;br /&gt;I wont return &lt;br /&gt;Our bridge has burned down &lt;br /&gt;I'm stronger now &lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, it's OK &lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you &lt;br /&gt;I won't be sorry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played me &lt;br /&gt;Betrayed me &lt;br /&gt;Your love was nothing but a game &lt;br /&gt;Portrayed a role &lt;br /&gt;You took control, I &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but fall &lt;br /&gt;So deep &lt;br /&gt;But now I see things clear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, it's OK &lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you &lt;br /&gt;I won't be sorry &lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, it's OK &lt;br /&gt;So don't you bother what I do &lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say &lt;br /&gt;I wont return &lt;br /&gt;Our bridge has burned down &lt;br /&gt;I'm stronger now &lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, it's OK &lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you &lt;br /&gt;I won't be sorry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your fiction tears on me &lt;br /&gt;Just save them for someone in need &lt;br /&gt;It's way too late &lt;br /&gt;I'm closing the door &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, OK &lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you &lt;br /&gt;I won't be sorry &lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, it's OK &lt;br /&gt;So don't you bother what I do &lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say &lt;br /&gt;I wont return &lt;br /&gt;Our bridge has burned down &lt;br /&gt;I'm stronger now &lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, it's OK &lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you &lt;br /&gt;I won't be sorry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, it's OK &lt;br /&gt;Alright, OK &lt;br /&gt;Without you &lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say &lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, it's OK &lt;br /&gt;Alright, OK &lt;br /&gt;Without you &lt;br /&gt;I won't be sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-708073801982745281?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/708073801982745281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=708073801982745281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/708073801982745281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/708073801982745281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2009/10/hola-for-ash-sheee.html' title='Hola for Ash-sheee!!'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-1099124100814917769</id><published>2009-10-07T22:11:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:30:50.789+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny thots'/><title type='text'>If only</title><content type='html'>Im doing my case report.. Actually finishing it coz the teacher just have something to correct. Am currently listening to city of angel OST. Its the "Iris" song now. Suddenly u know, i feel like sharing my thots after class today. This is a bit rediculous but i myself think maybe i have bipolar disorder. My sis used to call me crazy for saying these things to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason i thot about that was bcoz im having depression earlier today. Like... U know.. Severe depression. Maybe not THAT severe but i think severe!&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. Somehow my brain refused to accept that its hormone( maybe theyr fighting with each other u know.- the sense n the hormone)&lt;br /&gt;so as i sat in mashrutka/bus i thot "if i have an alter ego, wat wud her name be?" its crazy rite? I know! I always think i live with part of a soul, but i cudnt realy find my other soul. Ok i know i started to sound crazy. But dont go. Yet. Im not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i thot : my alter ego's name wudhv been JANE.&lt;br /&gt;I like that name. I mean i like Jane. Think ive been having Jane since i was 13.&lt;br /&gt;When i discovered that i need a soulmate u know. Owh i sound pathetic now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats basically about it. I got case report to finish.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever u are Jane, u brought smiles to my face. It was U. Yes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-1099124100814917769?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/1099124100814917769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=1099124100814917769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/1099124100814917769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/1099124100814917769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-only.html' title='If only'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-4286276873607703626</id><published>2009-10-01T00:44:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T01:11:38.422+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story for soul'/><title type='text'>Berundur tak bererti kalah</title><content type='html'>Lidah setajam pisau.pernah ku baca kisah seorg imam yg mengajar muridnya utk lebih berhati2 ketika berbicara. Aku juwa bukanlah insan yg sempurna utk mendapat tahfiz sebagai pasangan hidup. Dan bukan juwa org jahat utk dpt kasanova. the point is, sometimes u don't have to be with someone u love in order to be happy. Sometimes u just hav to let it go. Takde jodoh nk buat camne kan?org yg bercinta lama2 pon kekadang kawen ngan org lain. Nikan pula org yg bercinta skejap.but to tell u the way I let go was always wrong. I duno how to talk to them strongly that il do good alone. I just hav to do it rough way. Saye akan kutuk sampai dia marah. then il feel bad about it.-alone. But come n think about it, I actually am helping him to move on. Then this is the best way to let go. Sbb ckp 10 Kali pon x paham2. Tu je la ubatnye. But at least I'm a straight forward.I man up n tell the truth. Bukan nye sorok2 n give trillion reasons why we can't be together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-4286276873607703626?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/4286276873607703626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=4286276873607703626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/4286276873607703626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/4286276873607703626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2009/10/berundur-tak-bererti-kalah.html' title='Berundur tak bererti kalah'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-746294724359122057</id><published>2009-09-30T11:34:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:00:30.525+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story for soul'/><title type='text'>home or away?</title><content type='html'>im here in ukraine. yay... (not excited at all)&lt;div&gt;i just arrived for almost 3 weeks now.i celebrated raya.. my frens bday.. and then the time wil come again..when i miss home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just came n im missing home?? wat the heck??!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got evrything that i need here well of coz except my family. and my 42inch plasma tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and gucci..salem.. argh too much to think about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;car, shoes,room,jeans, washing machine, i forgot to bring em all???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt go for class today as i dont feel well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had this feelings since 3 days ago. i feel down..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now really i feel sick. sore throat, stuffy nose (this stage medically termed - catharral symptom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt take flu medicine as it hasnt developed yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i just took panadol n vit.c instead. and yes ig6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on top of that i ate spaghetti pasta with hot chilli sauce as gravy. (great! wat a good remedy to irritate ur throat n stomach)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pls do not try this anywhere on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes. being away from home is not easy peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even when u came back from school, ppl will ask "hey wer u going afterwards?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and u say "go home." or sometimes u wil say " go back."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the meaning is stil the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i remember one day i was mad at my teacher i grumpily packed my stuffs and thinking of going away while my teacher bz asking questions. then she stopped n asked me "eff, wat do u think?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i said 'i THINK i wanna go home"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and literally i meant that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see even when ur away the place where u live has to be ur home. while ur at home, ur thinking of going to ur REAL home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hurm im crapping to much.think i need some sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/SsMb2leXivI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SzlgWLRxTFQ/s400/Homesick1.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387180203851614962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-746294724359122057?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/746294724359122057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=746294724359122057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/746294724359122057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/746294724359122057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2009/09/home-or-away.html' title='home or away?'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/SsMb2leXivI/AAAAAAAAAJc/SzlgWLRxTFQ/s72-c/Homesick1.JPG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-2939447358363933462</id><published>2009-09-12T08:32:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T08:50:13.959+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;damn! im sooo buzy packing up my stuffs got no time to bathe! and i almost smell like...yeww&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;have to check important things to bring ;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-the passports(have two-one for the visa and the other for travel)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-student cheski (card)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-country entrance slip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-credit cards/bank cards&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-flight tickets! with the terminals!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-medicine ( i got sick a lot)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-place to stay in london ( i found one near queensway which is quite cheap)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-and train time its very important! dun wanna be left behind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;funny thing is wen i search for the earliest train, (well i forgot the time although ive been there couple of times) i found this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T.M @ 4.35pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Go clubbing, then straight to the airport- you can leave the luggage in the lockers of the nearest train station. I've done this a couple of times (in both occasions showing up at the airport still off my tits :D ) and it worked pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Or you could take a mini cab to central London and then the night bus service. It'd be much cheaper than cabbing it all the way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;its not safe dun try this peeps! ;) why? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1st-dun trust cabbie in london!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2nd-dont leave ur belongings wen u dont know the working hours (well the safe-lock there didnt work from 11pm-7am). find a better secured place!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;owh 15 mins finish. hafta do...this n that. chio!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: why the hell my notes got spacing? argh il edit it later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-2939447358363933462?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2939447358363933462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=2939447358363933462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/2939447358363933462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/2939447358363933462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2009/09/damn-im-sooo-buzy-packing-up-my-stuffs.html' title=''/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-5819314562140422855</id><published>2009-09-08T21:04:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:39:59.883+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny thots'/><title type='text'>the doc joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i came across these on facebook &amp;amp; i think its funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;7 reasons why i wanna become a doctor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; line-height: 15px; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;1-i hate to sleep&lt;br /&gt;2-i liked to stay in school forever&lt;br /&gt;3-i liked nobody can read my handwriting&lt;br /&gt;4-my father has extra money for all my life&lt;br /&gt;5-i thought i had enjoy my life enough&lt;br /&gt;6-im well trained to listen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; line-height: 15px; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;7-i wanted to pay for my sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Sqaky0C4gnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XeeUCwOu6rI/s400/doc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379167997811786354" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-5819314562140422855?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5819314562140422855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=5819314562140422855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/5819314562140422855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/5819314562140422855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2009/09/doc-joke.html' title='the doc joke'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Sqaky0C4gnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XeeUCwOu6rI/s72-c/doc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-942367137519388772</id><published>2009-09-06T21:09:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:29:11.892+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals in life'/><title type='text'>.:.::Welcoming Autumn::.:.</title><content type='html'>brape lama dah tak ade videoclip? well...baru 3-4  post agaknye. so ok kali ni saye nk bawa bloggers ke arah russian side lak. meh kite menjiwai lagu org rusia ni.&lt;div&gt;tajuk dia "Autumn" - well..its the least favourite time of the year but we'r almost there peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so enjoy the clip. i will try to put the wordings into english so u guys can sing along. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hav fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJYOiJQ6sIQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJYOiJQ6sIQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman', fantasy;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 153, 153); font-size: 15px; font-weight: 700; "&gt;Баста - Осень&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Болит душа от потерь&lt;br /&gt;Верю я, ты тоже верь&lt;br /&gt;Наступит день, уйдёт печаль&lt;br /&gt;Придёт весна, уйдёт февраль&lt;br /&gt;И мне не жаль, ничего не жаль&lt;br /&gt;Полный газ и в пол педаль&lt;br /&gt;Время стоп, стоп печаль&lt;br /&gt;Улетай&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;balit dusya ot poter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;veru ya, ti toje verr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;nastupid dent,uidut pechal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;pridyet vesna, uidyut febral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;i mne ne jal, nichevo ne jal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;polnih gaz i v pol pedal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;vremia stop, stop pechal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;uletai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;i&gt;TRANSLATE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; line-height: 18px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;My soul hurts from the loss&lt;br /&gt;I believe - you also believe&lt;br /&gt;There will come a day where the pain will fade&lt;br /&gt;The spring will come - Feburary will fade&lt;br /&gt;And i don't feel pity - nothing is a shame&lt;br /&gt;Press the gas and the pedal to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Time stops, the grieving stops&lt;br /&gt;Fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn brings on the mad rushing winds&lt;br /&gt;Torrential rain, and cold days,&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;Yellow leaves, strange thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;In search of the truth, my questions are like shots&lt;br /&gt;I am in loneliness, freedom is so desirable&lt;br /&gt;The sky is the only one that cares about me&lt;br /&gt;To break down and to build, let no one argue with me&lt;br /&gt;Through the coast of life, you will not stop me&lt;br /&gt;At me you look, in opinion of coldness&lt;br /&gt;You want to be with me, but the city hold you back&lt;br /&gt;You search for an occasion, but not to keep me&lt;br /&gt;I'm free like a bird, i was born to fly&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to understand me, it's difficult to forget me&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to lose me, it's difficult to love me&lt;br /&gt;I lose you again and again&lt;br /&gt;For you, for love I am ready to give you everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe somebody will tell me&lt;br /&gt;about, how i am not right&lt;br /&gt;about, that i live in illusions&lt;br /&gt;I live in dreams&lt;br /&gt;Overcoming fear, overcoming pain&lt;br /&gt;I hardly breathe, I hardly live, my heart barely beats&lt;br /&gt;Stop, wait for me a little&lt;br /&gt;Stop, sing to me, its a long journey&lt;br /&gt;About how it will be difficult&lt;br /&gt;About how the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;Let what will be, be,&lt;br /&gt;Let the sky judge me...&lt;br /&gt;And i will return to you&lt;br /&gt;With a melody of decline,&lt;br /&gt;And i shall return, not comimg back&lt;br /&gt;How this is not strange&lt;br /&gt;That my way home is lit with stars&lt;br /&gt;I know it's never too early, I know it's never too late&lt;br /&gt;Tears flow, the sky cries&lt;br /&gt;If it is necessary to wait - I shall wait, there is time.&lt;br /&gt;Know that i don't hurry you&lt;br /&gt;To say the three most important words - 'I love you'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-942367137519388772?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/942367137519388772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=942367137519388772&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/942367137519388772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/942367137519388772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2009/09/sakit-jiwa.html' title='.:.::Welcoming Autumn::.:.'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-6454116675716175535</id><published>2009-09-03T22:45:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:02:19.687+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favourite pastime'/><title type='text'>malam ini</title><content type='html'>uihhh..hujan lagi.. ni kali keberapa la ni asek hujan since ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;hujan rahmat agaknye.. its late n im still not sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;nk kate jetlag macam dah lame je..&lt;br /&gt;rase2 ni first post bahasa melayu kot..&lt;br /&gt;lupe dah lama sgt blogging. malas nk check balik.&lt;br /&gt;tadi layan cerita "Ada Apa Dengan Cinta"&lt;br /&gt;guwe suka bangat dgn puisinya..puisi Rangga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kulari ke hutan kemudian menyanyiku,&lt;br /&gt;Kulari ke pantai kemudian teriakku,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sepi, sepi dan sendiri aku benci..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku ingin bingar,&lt;br /&gt;Aku mau di pasar..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bosan aku dengan penat,&lt;br /&gt;dan enyah saja kau pekat..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seperti berjelaga jika kusendiri..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pecahkan saja gelasnya biar ramai,&lt;br /&gt;Biar mengaduh sampai gaduh,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Ah.. ada malaikat menyulam&lt;br /&gt;jaring laba laba belang&lt;br /&gt;di tembok keraton putih..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenapa tak goyangkan saja loncengnya,&lt;br /&gt;biar terdera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atau aku harus lari ke hutan,&lt;br /&gt;belok ke pantai…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; deep kan? aku pon tak paham sgt.&lt;br /&gt;tgk criter dia leh kate 70% je paham.wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;reason why im watching the movie again..&lt;br /&gt;sbb tetiba terasa diri ini ingin bersama..dengannya..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bosan aku dengan penat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/SqAevj8PT2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0ZIPalboRks/s1600-h/aadc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/SqAevj8PT2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0ZIPalboRks/s400/aadc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377331757530959714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-6454116675716175535?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/6454116675716175535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=6454116675716175535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/6454116675716175535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/6454116675716175535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2009/09/malam-ini.html' title='malam ini'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/SqAevj8PT2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0ZIPalboRks/s72-c/aadc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-2752414601642593104</id><published>2009-08-26T16:10:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:55:36.992+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medic'/><title type='text'>H1N1 - cure for the itch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/SpU-u7sfs3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/G7dleuX85hI/s1600-h/h1n1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/SpU-u7sfs3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/G7dleuX85hI/s400/h1n1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374270706355778418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i bet evrybody knows about this pandemic H1N1 which has progressed to 70 cases of death today in Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ppl died of organ failure, most of it by upper respiratory tract infection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;evryones been whining about H1N1 nowadays. some say its so contagious that they cant even get near the patient to review. some wont even change the freakin tube. others just look while keep on changing masks n wash their hands while trying to steal the PPE (surgical dress) to avoid getting the infection. well we (not to say it proudly) are the ones who are brave enuff n always care about patients. if ure scared of treating those who got infected, later dont blame others for not treating u!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dont even give excuse like "i have kids", "i have asthma" and i tell u what? - those are all bullshit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we doctors (plus of course brave nurses) wont even neglect a single emergency case regardless life due to our own health condition.some even take boosters for influenza but do u know the contraindication? - it wil somehow react back to this H1N1 virus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be honest i was quite pissed to know these ppl who saved themselves first upon others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for your information, H1N1 are extremely contagious for pregnant women, patient with respiratory problems and of course kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me give u some guidance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ) in order to review this patient insede the isolation room;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- 3 feet without touching, only MASKS are needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   after that throw away the masks n wash ur hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii) in order to change the tube or be close to the patient;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- wear a plastic apron, a mask n gloves ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iii) in order to take nasal swab, treat n review patient so close;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- surgical suit + cap (1 piece), n95 mask, visor, gloves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so u get my idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- if u came from the hospital,u were in the isolation room, go BATHE n change ur CLOTHES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- if u came bak from reviewing someone from the isolation room, THROW ur MASK within the hospital area- dun bring it home as it brings all the contagious along!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- DONT wear ur mask n TOUCH it over n over again, then touch ur face. (if u touch, wash ur face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- DONT WEAR ur mask for MORE THAN 4 hours - it wil get wet n will not be efficient anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- KEEP ur MASK SECURE to ur face area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so these are a few KKM guidlines that i get from todays H1N1 talk in our hospital here in BP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if u have symptom of fever for 2 days -PLZ SEEK HELP! get doctor to prescribe TUMIFLU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if symptoms persistent n u are suspected - PLZ QUARANTINE urself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope u follow my advice as it will save ur life in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-2752414601642593104?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2752414601642593104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=2752414601642593104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/2752414601642593104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/2752414601642593104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2009/08/h1n1-cure-for-itch.html' title='H1N1 - cure for the itch'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/SpU-u7sfs3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/G7dleuX85hI/s72-c/h1n1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-2579503126514342211</id><published>2009-08-22T21:43:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:52:26.545+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eve'/><title type='text'>salam ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/SpA94eikCGI/AAAAAAAAAII/CGJUDaOwKgM/s1600-h/salam_ramadhan_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 279px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/SpA94eikCGI/AAAAAAAAAII/CGJUDaOwKgM/s400/salam_ramadhan_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372862395933001826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear fellow bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ramadhan is a wonderful month to forgive and forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this beautiful Ramadhan, in my most noble honour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"please forgive anything in the past".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May Allah gives us the best Ramadhan ever, Amin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-2579503126514342211?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/2579503126514342211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=2579503126514342211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/2579503126514342211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/2579503126514342211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2009/08/salam-ramadhan.html' title='salam ramadhan'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/SpA94eikCGI/AAAAAAAAAII/CGJUDaOwKgM/s72-c/salam_ramadhan_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-612124420359353767</id><published>2009-08-18T19:16:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:40:52.631+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals in life'/><title type='text'>im shutting down my facebook account</title><content type='html'>dan..bila kau menghilang&lt;div&gt;musnah la musnah impian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuk mencapai bintang.. terangi hidupku..&lt;div&gt;ku mahu kau tahu..engkau la destinasi ku..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dalam ingatan ku.. huwoo~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there goes this song situasi by bunkface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somebody actually played me that song once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love listening to it but i dont like to remember the memory of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so what? im a loser if i like u?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its not fair! dun wanna think about it la. pening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok u know wat? im shutting off my facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a center of distraction. the place wer i apparently get depressed from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeing u happy makes me wonder why didnt i deserve that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is short. i have to grab the best possibility that comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so im sorry frens/acquaintance watsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just dont feel like being an extrovert anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 442px;" src="http://www.tarstarkas.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/high-kick_girl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-612124420359353767?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/612124420359353767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=612124420359353767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/612124420359353767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/612124420359353767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-shutting-down-my-facebook-account.html' title='im shutting down my facebook account'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-8006912129141594025</id><published>2009-08-01T19:27:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:15:30.562+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story for soul'/><title type='text'>beautiful : eminem</title><content type='html'>wow..i came across this song and the lyrics seem to fit in my depressions in ukraine.&lt;br /&gt;now that im in malaysia i didnt get it but of course i cant run away from it. thank God i have family, siblings that always keep me happy, giggling, laughing.. hurmph.. im gonna miss them.&lt;br /&gt;so wen i do feel depressed i wil turn to them or perhaps just suck it up n keep it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;i mean why should i show it? i'd hide it for my own sake.its better that way i guess..&lt;br /&gt;the song called BEAUTIFUL by EMINEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dNy4cGEjV3Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dNy4cGEjV3Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-8006912129141594025?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8006912129141594025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=8006912129141594025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/8006912129141594025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/8006912129141594025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautiful-eminem.html' title='beautiful : eminem'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-8389764185389929523</id><published>2009-07-11T01:48:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:30:58.142+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story for soul'/><title type='text'>i cant sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/SpF6yhAWLAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/BmOPHTCBSfY/s1600-h/Picture+15.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the sound of the howling winds giving slaps of rain to my window pane. Owch..&lt;br /&gt;just like the msg i received recently.and the calls...&lt;br /&gt;no i cant sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;dunno wat im thinking about so i decided to read a few blogs..&lt;br /&gt;well..just some normal blogs about life..about other people outside my box.&lt;br /&gt;its funny to stumble upon a piece of (i call it junk) article about places ive been and the pictures i took!&lt;br /&gt;how ironic! i was gonna post the same thing about the same place n the same picture was there!&lt;br /&gt;well..we all have brain that produces idea. no matter who is having it, where n when, we all share the same idea.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, the same way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;well believe it or not but its true!speaking of truth or truthful..&lt;br /&gt;i always..i mean ALWAYS hate cheaters. liars. especially when it involves me.&lt;br /&gt;but, i seldom said - owh its just a plain white lie, when i tell lies.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i regretted every single moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;back to the article, flashing back, waaay back to summer last year.&lt;br /&gt;i still remember, the island.. when i came to think about it, there must be a reason why i went there.&lt;br /&gt;just like theres a reason why i went to sumy.just like the reason why i went to ukraine.&lt;br /&gt;and just like other gazzilion reasons before this n that.but sumy was so yesterday. and the island is like day after yesterday, but not yet today.&lt;br /&gt;i know as complicated as it sounds, it is more complicated when u step ur foot into it.&lt;br /&gt;nope its not confortable in here. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna point out here that the island doesnt mean anything to me but.. the persons who were there mean so much more a lot to me!&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt sleep since yesterday. im still trying to figure out why is this happening. why? why? why?&lt;br /&gt;is this wat they call blacksummer? owh no..this must be my worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;i stumble upon my own dreams.its a damn annoying dream. im trying to catch the stars but what i didnt realize is that im walking on a silver lining.what a bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;i got starstruck at first, next moment i remember - lightning struck!&lt;br /&gt;owh how can this sweet moments just last for a few seconds..if only i could be near the stars again..this time i promise to praise its beauty, appreciate it, loving it.. never take my eyes off of it.&lt;br /&gt;now im back to reality. daydream wont last so long they said. (eventho that was a nitemare. God..i dont even know wat to call it!)&lt;br /&gt;dear readers, this is wat u got wen u didnt sleep.&lt;br /&gt;man, ive gotta move on! even with a sore heart, heavy head, paining back but my pace cant never stop now.its getting near dawn already..what? already?? owhhh.. i have to get some sleep. sleep eff! theres no reason for u to think about him!he's just another piece of glass in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;hes probably near the Adromeda - the planet of the others.&lt;br /&gt;now i wish im one of the autobots.. to have no heart - just like him&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/SpF7p1tqb9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/VHnTBd4mgQE/s400/Broken-Heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373211789153169362" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-8389764185389929523?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8389764185389929523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=8389764185389929523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/8389764185389929523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/8389764185389929523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-sleep.html' title='i cant sleep'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/SpF7p1tqb9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/VHnTBd4mgQE/s72-c/Broken-Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-8563578450144347231</id><published>2009-05-09T22:40:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:44:20.813+03:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>harini ingatkn nak tukar template blog.. butso suddenly i lost the feelings to.. its just emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;now i remember, last time i told one of my frens - if u feel empty, turn to Him. but of course.. when it comes to me..spring feels like winter. second feels like hours, day feels like night. so cold.. so..lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the free times that i used to spend em with my family..close frens..&lt;br /&gt;u know, the more i live i think that im making more mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;i lost someone i loved. i broke peoples heart. i took them for granted.&lt;br /&gt;i am mean.maybe i deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;living alone with nothing. maybe this is my punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how can it be fair?&lt;br /&gt;i feel euphoric at one stage for a short time. n i also feel depressed n lonely. unloved. alone. - for a hell of a long time!gosh feels like crying! world is cruel! death is cruel!&lt;br /&gt;wer can i go?..&lt;br /&gt;i just wish i can turn back time n fix things diffrently.&lt;br /&gt;but then again..of course its like seeing cats flying.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 332px;" src="http://www.buzzhumor.com/images/1/flying_cat5ae64f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-8563578450144347231?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8563578450144347231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=8563578450144347231&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/8563578450144347231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/8563578450144347231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-4145111533408245658</id><published>2009-04-26T23:37:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:33:06.766+03:00</updated><title type='text'>life is bored without sunshine</title><content type='html'>i remember when i used to walk up n down the hill back then in m'sia when walking is my only choice to school since parents r too bz to send/fetch me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..of course there were buses n bicycle.. but i prefer walking.&lt;br /&gt;just like im doing it now.walking evryday to different hospital during autumn, spring, winter.. and happened before at the temp -20. well u dont know how does THAT feel like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking till ur ear ache,migraine,numbed face that u cant barely feel, crying along with the mucus from my floating nose- when it felt so light yet i felt so heavy like a herd of butterfies fluttering on my lashes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man it was so embarrassing to find out that uve been carrying that mucosic face around.i barely felt anything! like i told u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank God that theres no guys/ frens out there to check me out! it was bloody cold believe me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then again i thot of my russian teacher, "ur feet must be colder than the rest of ur body"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i thank myself for believing in her n wear my pair of thick winter boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" 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type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-bored-without-sunshine.html' title='life is bored without sunshine'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/SpA5uk0ee9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/KUWuRvHiEFo/s72-c/cold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-7608510605686843238</id><published>2009-04-16T23:46:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:40:10.287+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals in life'/><title type='text'>doesnt matter when u die</title><content type='html'>wat matters is how u die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know of course u dont wanna die in accident, nor murdered.&lt;br /&gt;but do u wanna die knowing u have to suffer until u forget even ur name?&lt;br /&gt;people used to say they dont wanna die horribly on the road or anywhere else hideous,&lt;br /&gt;and its better to die being around family and loved ones beside u, supporting u now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what if the time is too short? will u even have the chance to say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;sudden death happens evryday people. approximately about 6 hours after an acute sign of any pathology. so beware..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay out of trouble. quit smoking&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-5317914167093117522</id><published>2009-04-14T18:59:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:41:03.713+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>dinner for tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="insert size4"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;So, wats for todays dinner? im feeling spanish tonight so i figured, SPANISH CHICKEN! its healthy n spanish! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Ingredients&lt;/h3&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       &lt;ul class="bullet"&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tbsp olive oil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pack of 4 chicken pieces (i prefer halal chics)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 onion, chopped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 garlic cloves, crushed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;60g chorizo, cut into small dice (u can use sausage also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50ml vinegar (kalau suke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;400g cans chopped tomatoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Few thyme sprigs, plus extra leaves to garnish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 bay leaves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50ml fresh chicken stock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good pinch of sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;330g potatoes, cut into rough chunks (add if u like, but i didnt. i put broccoli instead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Handful black olives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;       Nutritional Information&lt;div class="insert-R size2 c04"&gt;                                                                                                           &lt;p&gt;Per serving:&lt;br /&gt;561kcals&lt;br /&gt;24.1g fat (3.9g saturated)&lt;br /&gt;46.6g protein&lt;br /&gt;37.9g carbs&lt;br /&gt;8.7g sugar&lt;br /&gt;2.1g salt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/SpA4Cv4ySGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lUOM0BI7dFQ/s400/spanchic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372855975318538338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*cook while listening to Shakira song - La Tortura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;/div&gt;                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-5317914167093117522?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5317914167093117522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-6855069274099119527</id><published>2009-04-05T01:18:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:32:28.970+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story for soul'/><title type='text'>kill all my demons and my angels might die too.</title><content type='html'>how isit ironic when u tell people what to do but in the end,u turned out not to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;this is just typical man-ly brainee&lt;br /&gt;so, if u have faith - ur free to recite&lt;br /&gt;crying fr help wont help u, it will only make u fall.&lt;br /&gt;so find ur happiness.. find HIM..&lt;br /&gt;human-ly love will never last.and i dont think that it even existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RjWId17AViI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RjWId17AViI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morandi - Angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People..stop fighting, angels are crying&lt;br /&gt;We can be better, love is the answer&lt;br /&gt;Search inside, are there anymore tears to cry ?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wonder why ?&lt;br /&gt;Why you feel so alone all against the world&lt;br /&gt;(World, world..)&lt;br /&gt;Search back time, when you used to sing along&lt;br /&gt;To the music of your soul&lt;br /&gt;Song of faith you can change, it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;People..stop fighting, angels are crying&lt;br /&gt;We can be better, love is the answer..&lt;br /&gt;Search inside, are there anymore tears to cry ?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wonder why ?&lt;br /&gt;Why you feel so alone all against the world&lt;br /&gt;(World, world..)&lt;br /&gt;Search back time, when you used to sing along&lt;br /&gt;To the music of your soul&lt;br /&gt;Song of faith you can change, it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;(People..stop fighting, angels are crying&lt;br /&gt;We can be better, love is the answer)&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-6855069274099119527?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/6855069274099119527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=6855069274099119527&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/6855069274099119527'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;just like evry year previous year always give tears and happiness to evryone.&lt;br /&gt;as for me, 2008 changed me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;See, ppl say life is like circle of wheel.when ur on top, u cant see ppl suffering under, but when u got rolled over, practically down there, man u have no idea! and so they said again that “dont make same mistake twice”.&lt;br /&gt;In my defence, of course i don’t wanna do it if i knew that it will be a mistake at the first place, got me?&lt;br /&gt;In spite of mistakes, I moved on. Looking for chances, being more carefully and trust less people. ??&lt;br /&gt;Yikes! Its ridiculous but things that I dun wanna be have become me.&lt;br /&gt;I was an optimistic, skeptical and lovable person who one loves to enjoy as company. But negative radicals that float around me sumhow turned me into one. There I go pointing fingers at ppl again.&lt;br /&gt;Well to tell u the truth, I enjoy knowing new people, learning new culture, and being nice. 51% angel, 49% devil people. Push it and u’l know just how much..&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell u a story, about the golden words from my great granny.&lt;br /&gt;To let u guys know that towards the end of this year, i developed this one habit that i never liked since i was a kid. My granny used to say dont sleep during day time, it’l make u a lazy person!I’ve been carrying that “words” at the back of my mind for years without any intensions of sleeping during day time. For years! Since I was a kid!&lt;br /&gt;Its like my signature to not to sleep at day time. Even when I had insomnia last time, I slept 2 or maybe 1 and half hour per day without even curi2 tido during day time. I wont sleep no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow recently i started to do that so.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh..maybe its true that depression makes u go either insane or dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well since its winter, i wud probably call it as "winter depression".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The etiology of this disease is probably due to severe boredom, given up or energy conserving or i wud rather call it "fat burning" as it kills off ur sugar craving by partying with Chuck Bass and "REM activity" - as it makes u jog with Micheal Scofield when ur sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This all shall pass and i hope i can get rid of this hate able habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281486425091591506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/SUub682hzVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eRxmCGIxC1U/s320/SP_A0492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-8442708626065843888?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8442708626065843888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=8442708626065843888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/8442708626065843888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/8442708626065843888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2008/12/towards-end-of-2008.html' title='towards the end of 2008'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/SUub682hzVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eRxmCGIxC1U/s72-c/SP_A0492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-4015842976076260991</id><published>2008-03-26T19:45:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:16:54.909+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medic'/><title type='text'>DIary of a doctor</title><content type='html'>A ten days of reworking day of a student doctor and her teacher during spring 3rd year, second semester. Basically its about life as a student doctor and hospital life after classes.&lt;div&gt;i plan to write out about it all but.. as time pass by my idea melts like ice in the middle of soccer field. damn! i shudda kept a pen n a note book right beside me so that when the times gets tough to sleep, i can pour all my sweet lil' ideas like a rockstar writing lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but heck with it! i stil kept some picture, well at least for my future ideas to come. (who knows! thee hee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hurm..for the time being..nothing! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-4015842976076260991?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/4015842976076260991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=4015842976076260991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/4015842976076260991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/4015842976076260991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2008/03/diary-of-doctor.html' title='DIary of a doctor'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-5133050780264039875</id><published>2008-01-16T01:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T02:00:58.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>POLL</title><content type='html'>my new assignment for psychology.&lt;br /&gt;feel free to response!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ФИО _______________________________                  Восраст ____        Русс/иностр&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Воспитывался в полной семье или неполной (нужное подчеркнуть)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Инструкция – на каждый вопрос следует ответить "Да" или "Нет".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Часто ли вы испыгваете тягу к новым впечатлениям, чтобы отвлечься, исытать сильные ощущения?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;Часто ли вы чувствуете, что нуждаетесь в друзьях, которые могут вас понять, выразить сочувствие?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;Считаете ли вы себя беззаботным человеком?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;Очень ли вы трудно отказываетесь от своих намерений?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;Обдумываете ли вы свои дела не спеша и предпочитаете ли подождать, прежде чем действовать?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;Всегда ли вы сдержитваете свои обещания, даже если ето вам невыгодно?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Часто ли у вас бывают спады и подъемы настроения?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;Быстро ли вы обычно действуете и говорите  и не растрачиваете ли много времини на обдумываные?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;Возникали ли у вас когда-нибудь чувства, что вы несчастны, хотя никакой серьёзной причины для этого не было?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;Верно ли, что на спор вы способны решиться на все?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;Смущаетесь ли вы, когда хотите познакомиться с человеком противоположного пола, который вам симпатичен?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;Бывает ли, что, разозлившись, вы выходите из себя?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;br /&gt;Часто ли вы действуете необдуманно, под влиянием момента?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14&lt;br /&gt;Часто ли вы беспокоит мысль о том, что вам не следовало бы чего-нибуть делать или говорить?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;br /&gt;Предпочитаете ли вы чтение книг встречам с людьми?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;br /&gt;Верно ли, что вас легко задеть?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17&lt;br /&gt;Любите  ли вы часто бывать в компании?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;Бывают ли у вас такие мысли, которыми вам не хотелост бы делиться с другими людьми?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19&lt;br /&gt;Верно ли, что иногда вы настолько полны энергии, что все горит в руках, а иногда чувствуете сильную вялость?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20&lt;br /&gt;Страетесь ли вы органичить круг своих знакомств небольшим числом самых близких друзей?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21&lt;br /&gt;Много ли вы мечтаете?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;br /&gt;Когда на вас кричат, отвечаете ли вы тем же?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23&lt;br /&gt;Часто ли вас терзает чувство вины?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24&lt;br /&gt;Все ли ваши привычки хороши и желательны?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;br /&gt;Способны ли вы дать волю собственным чувствам и вовсю повеселиться в шумной компании?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26&lt;br /&gt;Можно ли сказать, что нервы у вас часто бывают напряжены до предела?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27&lt;br /&gt;Считают ли вас человеком живым и веселым?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28&lt;br /&gt;После того как дело сделано, часто ли вы возащаетесь к нему мысленно и думаете,что могли бы сделать лучше?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29&lt;br /&gt;Верно ли, что вы обычно молчаливы и сдержанны, когда находитесь среди людей?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30&lt;br /&gt;Бывает ли, что вы передаете слухи?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31&lt;br /&gt;Бывает ли, что вам не спится оттого, что разные мысли лезут вам в голову&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32&lt;br /&gt;Верно ли, что вам часто приятнее и легче прочесть о том, что вас интересует в книге,хотя можно быстрее и проще узнать об этом у друзей?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33&lt;br /&gt;Бывает ли у вас сильное сердцебиение?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34&lt;br /&gt;Нравится ли вам работа, которая требует пристального внимания?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35&lt;br /&gt;Бывают ли у вас приступы дрожи?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36&lt;br /&gt;Верно ли, что вы всегда говорите о знакомых вам лыодях толко хорошее, даже тогда, когда уверены, что они об этом не узнают?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37&lt;br /&gt;Верно ли, что вам непрятно бывает в компании, где постоянно подшучивают друг над другом?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38&lt;br /&gt;Верно ли, что в раздражительны?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39&lt;br /&gt;Нравится ли вам работа, каторая требует быстроты действий?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40&lt;br /&gt;Верно ли, что вам нередко не дают покоя мысли о разных неприятностях и “ужасах”, которые могли бы произойти, хотя все кончилось благополучно?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41&lt;br /&gt;Верно ли, что вы неторопливы в движениях?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42&lt;br /&gt;Вы когда-нибудь опаздывали на свидание или на работу?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43&lt;br /&gt;Часто ли вам снятся кошмары?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44&lt;br /&gt;Верно ли, что вы такой любитель поговорить, что никогда не упустите удобного случая побеседовать с незнакомым человеком?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45&lt;br /&gt;Беспокоят ли вас какие-нибудь боли?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46&lt;br /&gt;Огорчились бы вы, если бы долго не могли видеться со своими друзьями?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47&lt;br /&gt;Можете ли вы назвать себя нервным человеком?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48&lt;br /&gt;Есть ли среди ваших знакомых такие, которые вам явно не нравятся?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49&lt;br /&gt;Лёгко ли вас задевает критика ваших недостатков или вашей работы?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50&lt;br /&gt;Могли бы вы сказать, что вы уверенный  в себе человек?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51&lt;br /&gt;Трудно ли вам получить настоящее удовольствие от мероприятий, в которых много участников?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52&lt;br /&gt;Беспокоит ли вас чувство, что вы чем-то хуже других?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53&lt;br /&gt;Сумели бы вы внести оживление в скучную компанию?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54&lt;br /&gt;Бывает ли, что вы говорите о вещах, в которых совсем не разбираетесь?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55&lt;br /&gt;Беспокоитесь ли вы о своем здоровье?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56&lt;br /&gt;Любите ли вы подшучивать над дрругими?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57&lt;br /&gt;Страдаете ли вы бессонницей?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-5133050780264039875?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5133050780264039875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=5133050780264039875&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/5133050780264039875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/5133050780264039875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2008/01/poll.html' title='POLL'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-7533942109913590417</id><published>2007-08-29T21:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T22:33:11.824+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 50-th Birthday Malaysia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RtXAD6Q8G3I/AAAAAAAAADY/ARrKzLo3vTU/s1600-h/39th-merdeka-final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104196926106770290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RtXAD6Q8G3I/AAAAAAAAADY/ARrKzLo3vTU/s400/39th-merdeka-final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RtW_haQ8G2I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kevtmwSeYIE/s1600-h/39th-merdeka-final.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a birthday gift for Malaysia on winning the 39-th Merdeka Tournament in Shah Alam earlier today when Malaysian Under-23 team defeated Myanmar with the final score 3-1.Congrats Malaysia! Malaysia BOLEH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it’s the Merdeka spirit, maybe it’s the national football team finally offering hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As u guys know,it has been a while since Malaysian football win anything, has nothing to shout about, has been associated with empty stadia and disappointed fans.Maybe it’s the Merdeka spirit this time!After Malaysia defeated Lesotho 4-0 before Singapore 3-1 at the semi-finals. This series of Merdeka magic continued till we're entitled as The Champion! yay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August 20th till August 29th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malaysian_Under-23_Team"&gt;The Players&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RtXC1KQ8G4I/AAAAAAAAADg/gzNYyLGaIOE/s1600-h/under-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104199971238583170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RtXC1KQ8G4I/AAAAAAAAADg/gzNYyLGaIOE/s400/under-23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syed Adney Syed Hussein, Nasril Nourdin, Nor Farhan Muhammad, Norshahrul Idlan Talaha, Khyril Muhymeen Zambri, Norhafiz Zamani Misbah, Daudsu Jamaluddin, Safee Sali, V. Thirumurugan, Shukor Adan, Azi Shahril Azmi, Samransak Kram, Aidil Zafuan Radzak, Syamsol Sabtu, Zaquan Adha Radzak, Amirulhadi Zainal, Sumardi Hajalan, Shahurein Abu Samah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Route to success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;group A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malaysia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myanmar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesotho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;group B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singapura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zimbabwe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bangladesh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;indonesia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rsssf.com/tablesm/merdeka.html"&gt;Previous record&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 wins with 2 shared (since 1957)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-7533942109913590417?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/7533942109913590417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=7533942109913590417&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/7533942109913590417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/7533942109913590417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-50-th-birthday-malaysia.html' title='Happy 50-th Birthday Malaysia!'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RtXAD6Q8G3I/AAAAAAAAADY/ARrKzLo3vTU/s72-c/39th-merdeka-final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-7794025081864198987</id><published>2007-07-22T11:54:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:01:19.617+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>banana split @ merrybrown</title><content type='html'>A day out with my sis,reminising on memories of our first money that we collected by loaning the "Lady-bird books" to buy banana split.Its amazing when we kids actually thot of building our own library and to lend the books with a door-to-door delivery service! =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that day we decided to talk about it and feel the 10 years of being together as sisters and partner-in-crime. She's my best friend and my foe. Well..she reminds me of me i guess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many years have passed, and the place look georgeous now with swings and the Mtv Box. 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href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2007/07/banana-split-merrybrown.html' title='banana split @ merrybrown'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RtXN2qQ8G5I/AAAAAAAAADo/ZA0M6-LiYv4/s72-c/picture022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-9021842976781835485</id><published>2007-07-10T22:01:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:56:14.008+03:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.::2007 malaysia::.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a brighter hope for a prolonged future. i cant never imagine, going back evry year to my hometown &amp;amp; family, feeling like a teenager again except that i dont hav 'my-age' fren to hang out wif. well..studying in ukraine makes me feel less me.my fren once said "hanging out wif me makes him an anti-social person".thats a perspective that've been absent since then! i was outgoing as always,outspoken,outdoor,outlandish,outcome n whatever out u wanna label me. but little by little i sort of lost my sense of optimistic n sense of reality..*hurm*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what im trying to say is going back this time,doesnt make me some other better person or useful to the society.instead, being someone that is back from the past.im just around to see what my hometown has become,any newly-weds,newborns,death.. news of most popular music in town, dramas, slangs, places, food, style..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so..that evening after a brief of 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085694915827603698" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RpQElK3qGPI/AAAAAAAAADI/qxwHMpN9y_Q/s320/DSC07654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-9021842976781835485?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/9021842976781835485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=9021842976781835485&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/9021842976781835485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/9021842976781835485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2007/07/2007-malaysia.html' title='2007 Malaysia'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RpPpD63qGKI/AAAAAAAAACg/UXJ_bJiTTj0/s72-c/DSC07635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-7704798477890687036</id><published>2007-05-05T01:08:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:02:42.423+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>.::tired as usual::.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just got back fr kyiv..celebrating labors day..maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went there for british council but thanks to my air-head HEAD for forgotting to bring the passport.sort of pissed wif myself but..i SURVIVED!&lt;br /&gt;pheww..nasib baik tak kena tahan wif those tuff ukrainian police.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i seldom forgot to bring my docs around,but dat day was a disaster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;imagine,i came back fr Sudak trip, and the next half hour i was on da train for a 12++ hours journey!not to mention b4 that i was "amazingly" back-packing for Sudak(a beach place) 10 mins b4 da bus went! and amazingly managed to catch da bus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and guess whats happening tomorow?am going fo another trip to Yalta(another seaside) for FUN!and next coming week,there'l b a hiking xtvt @ red cave.aint life is all about fun stuffs?*sarcastic*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and exams are just around d corner..sum said "chill la..its spring.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i chilling?..*thinking*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-7704798477890687036?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/7704798477890687036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=7704798477890687036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/7704798477890687036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/7704798477890687036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2007/05/tired-as-usual.html' title='.::tired as usual::.'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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(is that bad?)&lt;br /&gt;skip da lecture n went fo physio class.got late n teacher suggested me to go home (hostel).loathe..&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick.i have temperature,i got flu,cough..it happens evry week!OMG!! i cant believe that!&lt;br /&gt;sumwhere sumhow i figured out.i miss my mum..called her today but she's buzy.i hafta understand her world of bizi-ness --&gt;business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about my family. I have a mom, dad, 4 sisters,a bro, and 4 cats that each have distinct roles in my life (which are not represented by the order of the aforementioned list, by the way). I care about my family. We're pretty close knit. However, I don't think I have even once truly missed being home, barring the food and my queen-sized bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,what do i miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cant figure out what frustrates me. I was looking forward to college in that I could move away from my family, absolutely, and I am enjoying the freedom immensely; at the cost of being near my family, though, it doesn't always seem worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Absence makes the heart grow fonder" - I have no idea who said that, and I doubt I even quoted it correctly, but it also strikes a shallow chord. Sometimes, absence just makes you forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind tells me that I must logically "miss" my family because I'm physically absent from the everyday events and interactions that I know are going on without me. I know that I "miss" my best friends who are at school in Malaysia coz I'm not seeing them every day, and weekly phone conversations rarely go past the catching-up of notable events in our lives and we miss out on the daily funny moments or trials that reveal each other's personalities. But, I have to admit that "maintaining" a relationship is much less emotionally taxing than striving to feed a "growing" relationship, in the way of friends at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being at home, I found that my emotional isolation is a comfortable place! I enjoy talking to each of my family members on the phone once or twice a week and hearing what they're up to.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel emotionally depressed about not being around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm..maybe because of that i miss being home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When summer is over,school starts,I'l come back to Ukraine, I'l become an emotionial wreck! I think that since I've been deprived of the little daily moments for so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss shoping with my sisters,arguing with mommy n dad,jalan2 around town..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats my problem of missing home so much?Maybe because of this country itself?or the weather?or maybe the community around me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-8284616602962555084?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/8284616602962555084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=8284616602962555084&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/8284616602962555084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/8284616602962555084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2007/03/homesick.html' title='*:homesick:*'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-3419173690956720035</id><published>2007-03-16T17:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T17:38:40.171+02:00</updated><title type='text'>.::new trend?::.</title><content type='html'>new trend kot..geram je bunuh. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice v/clip tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T9yJbWshb0Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T9yJbWshb0Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the lyric goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Не целуй меня в глаза,&lt;br /&gt;Ты же знаешь ведь — это к расставанью!&lt;br /&gt;Я не знаю, что сказать.&lt;br /&gt;Словно сил во мне на одно дыханье!&lt;br /&gt;Что ты выберешь сейчас —&lt;br /&gt;станешь ли моим на целый час&lt;br /&gt;или убьёшь молчаньем?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Припев:&lt;br /&gt;Нож я подарю тебе, ты выиграл пари!&lt;br /&gt;Ты так хотел побед — так забирай свой приз!&lt;br /&gt;Чего ты ждёшь? Цветок и…&lt;br /&gt;Нож я подарю тебе, ты выиграл, бери —&lt;br /&gt;Теперь он вечно будет у тебя внутри,&lt;br /&gt;И ты поймёшь… цветок и нож…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Поселилась в душу мне&lt;br /&gt;Ревность серая и сидит занозой.&lt;br /&gt;От неё спасенья нет,&lt;br /&gt;Что мне делать? Пропади оно всё!&lt;br /&gt;Что ты выберешь сейчас —&lt;br /&gt;Станешь ли моим на целый час&lt;br /&gt;Или убьёшь молчаньем?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Припев:&lt;br /&gt;Нож я подарю тебе, ты выиграл пари!&lt;br /&gt;Ты так хотел побед — так забирай свой приз!&lt;br /&gt;Чего ты ждёшь? Цветок и…&lt;br /&gt;Нож я подарю тебе, ты выиграл, бери —&lt;br /&gt;Теперь он вечно будет у тебя внутри,&lt;br /&gt;И ты поймёшь… цветок и нож…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Соло&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Нож я подарю тебе, ты выиграл, бери —&lt;br /&gt;Теперь он вечно будет у тебя внутри,&lt;br /&gt;И ты поймёшь… цветок и нож…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Цветок и нож…&lt;br /&gt;Цветок и нож…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-3419173690956720035?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/3419173690956720035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=3419173690956720035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/3419173690956720035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/3419173690956720035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-trend.html' title='.::new trend?::.'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-3996007867674080980</id><published>2007-03-11T02:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T02:43:34.326+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muvi'/><title type='text'>~*congrats yasmin for "Mukhsin"!!*~</title><content type='html'>"Mukhsin for Berlinale 2007!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RfNPp3_QLbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6_HyWs_d7qI/s1600-h/mukhsin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RfNPp3_QLbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6_HyWs_d7qI/s320/mukhsin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040459988780199346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ykea3s_Toio"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ykea3s_Toio" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orked is ten. Mukhsin is thirteen. They are the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With "Mukhsin", I try to examine one common and uncomfortable human experience: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when your very best friend - someone with whom you've been learning to do cool best-friend things like climbing trees, flying kites, riding bicycles and even getting into fights with other kids - starts to develop romantic notions about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened to me before. Both ways. That is to say, I have had good friends who fell in love with me, and I fell unexpectedly in love with a buddy once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it's an interesting human condition to look at, because I myself have never been able to understand how, sometimes, something as beautiful as Love can threaten to end something else that's just as beautiful - Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has this ever happened to you before? - &lt;a href="http://yasminthestoryteller.blogspot.com/2006/04/orked-and-mukhsin.html"&gt;yasmin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not an easy bussines to create a muvi but its damn easy to critisize tho,"mukhsin" not only presented Malaysia for 57th Berlin International Film Festival 2007,also been nominated for Best Asian Film at the 19th Tokyo International Film Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUKHSIN will open in Malaysia 2007 March. It has already been picked up for international distribution by Andy Lau’s Hong Kong-based Focus Films.&lt;a href="http://cinemaminima.com/world/2007/01/24/mukhsin-by-yasmin-ahmad-selected-for-2007-berlinale/"&gt;(more)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*other achievements:&lt;br /&gt;-Sepet (Slit Eyes), about a teenage Malay girl who falls in love with a Chinese video pirate. Sepet was well-received during its commercial release, and also won Best Asian Film at last year's Tokyo festival.&lt;br /&gt;-Gubra (Anxiety), Yasmin had clearly grown in confidence, her style now more assured, tackling a bigger story with multiple characters. In fact, Gubra is essentially made up of two separate stories dealing with love, loss, compassion and forgiveness. Yet again, Yasmin met with some strong criticisms, especially for her portrayal of a religious man and his wife who befriend two prostitutes. And once more, Yasmin silenced her critics by again winning the top awards at the Malaysian Film Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitchfilm.net/archives/007974.html"&gt;more info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-3996007867674080980?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/3996007867674080980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=3996007867674080980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/3996007867674080980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/3996007867674080980'/><link 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/&gt;what'd i miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-found myself new cam&lt;br /&gt;-shops for few clothes&lt;br /&gt;-frens bufday&lt;br /&gt;-womens day&lt;br /&gt;-my voice&lt;br /&gt;-KUU AGM (today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aa..got my books n cd!! yay!! waiting fo 'em to send me..cant wait to exercise n yoga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*aim : shed da fupa woman!!sheesh..so fannoying!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-5864355976137017575?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/5864355976137017575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=5864355976137017575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oP5R6pULUaI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oP5R6pULUaI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come To Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nicole (Diddy)]&lt;br /&gt;It's Bad Boy bitch&lt;br /&gt;Do it do it do it do it&lt;br /&gt;Do it do it do it do it&lt;br /&gt;(It feels good to be back, I missed ya)&lt;br /&gt;Relax your mind, let your conscience be free&lt;br /&gt;And I roll with the sounds of BBE&lt;br /&gt;Do it do it do it do it&lt;br /&gt;Do it do it do it do it&lt;br /&gt;(You know what time it is)&lt;br /&gt;(Report to the dance floor)&lt;br /&gt;It's bad boy bitch&lt;br /&gt;(Talk to 'em)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nicole]&lt;br /&gt;See you out the corner of my eye&lt;br /&gt;Leaning on the wall, looking fly&lt;br /&gt;I want you to come be with me&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I wanna talk to&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Nicole:]&lt;br /&gt;I'm here when will you make your move?&lt;br /&gt;I see you, I am me, I want cha, why don't cha&lt;br /&gt;Come to me, I can be, what you need, uh baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing, been waiting, I'm yearning, I'm burning&lt;br /&gt;Get to know me, come and get to know me&lt;br /&gt;Come to show me, that you wanna know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Diddy]&lt;br /&gt;You know who it is, I'm back in the building&lt;br /&gt;Security strapped, still stacking a million&lt;br /&gt;It's doubt with the stallion, somethin' Italian&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe Puerto Rican, you can catch me in Paris&lt;br /&gt;I'm in it to win it but willing to carry&lt;br /&gt;The game, if you think I'm not look at the carats&lt;br /&gt;I buck clean about in a Phantom&lt;br /&gt;The people go screaming like an opera anthem&lt;br /&gt;I did it before, do it again&lt;br /&gt;I got to blow, gotta to spin&lt;br /&gt;Lies before, cool as the wind&lt;br /&gt;Got hits go back like juice and gin&lt;br /&gt;Shine the best and diamond necklace&lt;br /&gt;My extravagant taste, the style perplexes&lt;br /&gt;They know I'm the ish, they wanna get next&lt;br /&gt;That's why she had to fit cause she wanted to get next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Diddy (Nicole)]&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere I appear, they all stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;Admire your body language speaking loud and clear like&lt;br /&gt;(I want you to come be with me)&lt;br /&gt;She be waiting anticipating for oh so long&lt;br /&gt;Fantasising wild thoughts of me coming on like&lt;br /&gt;(I'm here when will you make your move)&lt;br /&gt;She digging my style, my swag, my suede, my swerve&lt;br /&gt;My way with words, the Boys absurd for sure&lt;br /&gt;You can't fall 'til my aura called&lt;br /&gt;I make miracles like I walk on water&lt;br /&gt;What you want mama order, it's on my tab&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bad with the cash, I dropped the whole bag&lt;br /&gt;Where you at girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nicole]&lt;br /&gt;I'm here right now, can't wait no more no&lt;br /&gt;You were the one who stole my heart&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see the wait is over&lt;br /&gt;I need you to come closer&lt;br /&gt;Please believe is getting stormy&lt;br /&gt;You really got me hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Diddy and Nicole]&lt;br /&gt;Do it do it do it do it&lt;br /&gt;Do it do it do it do it&lt;br /&gt;Why don't cha come to me&lt;br /&gt;I can be, what you need uh baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, you're here, let's make it happen&lt;br /&gt;Do it do it do it do it&lt;br /&gt;Do it do it do it do it&lt;br /&gt;Relax your mind, let your conscience be free&lt;br /&gt;And I roll with the sounds of BBE (Bad Boy Entertainment)&lt;br /&gt;Do it, do it&lt;br /&gt;You know what this is&lt;br /&gt;It's Bad Boy bitch&lt;br /&gt;Press Play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-1052096283323667862?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/1052096283323667862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=1052096283323667862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/1052096283323667862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/1052096283323667862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2007/02/ma-fav-song_28.html' title='.::ma fAv sOng::.'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-4034061751730427851</id><published>2007-02-23T18:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T18:58:57.494+02:00</updated><title type='text'>.::fuN!!::.</title><content type='html'>its snowing again in simferopol!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;"kakaya pagoda.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ape lagi kalo dah snow..&lt;br /&gt;evryone mcm org gile just play wif it and tried to make the snowman.&lt;br /&gt;and we managed!its a 20cm tall snow-woman! har har!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pic will b dL later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-4034061751730427851?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/4034061751730427851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=4034061751730427851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/4034061751730427851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/4034061751730427851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2007/02/fun.html' title='.::fuN!!::.'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-86844708356859496</id><published>2007-02-22T16:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:50:14.487+03:00</updated><title type='text'>~*fEeLiNg gUd?*~</title><content type='html'>gosh!scary u now..one day when u just woke up and figure out that its possible for u to do evrything that u wanted to do. i mean..when u said,im taking flight to m'sia from london.and the next day u know,snap! ur already book the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;how nice if lifes that great!no more worries,no tangle,no dandruff!!*iklan syampoo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway,my horoscope read for today:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dc"&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are feeling good, and your intense positive energy is boosting your sex  appeal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;In Detail&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are feeling extremely good today, and it shows! Your intense positive  energy is amplifying your sex appeal and really getting you noticed. Expect  double takes and sizzling glances wherever you go. Are you wearing a new  cologne? Did you get a new haircut? Have you been trying something new at the  gym? Whatever physical change you have recently made is working wonders, so just  keep on doing it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geee..am i that happy?..must be da hormones..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-86844708356859496?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/86844708356859496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=86844708356859496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/86844708356859496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/86844708356859496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2007/02/feeling-gud.html' title='~*fEeLiNg gUd?*~'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-6714766941330344790</id><published>2007-02-03T21:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:08:53.206+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>**ski on biha's burfday!!**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RcTlxhNFSlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/PVmTkBDxWi4/s1600-h/yellowposter2small1hr7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RcTlxhNFSlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/PVmTkBDxWi4/s400/yellowposter2small1hr7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027395722941909586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crossed over a frens page n noticed flyer about tigs alumni gathering..sounds interesting!! thinking how much we'hv grown up n how much changes we've made..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i got to know another classmate getting married..or maybe married! i dunno.. pretty sad coz one by one of my closest frends getting married as time goes by..my cousin is getting married this may,my primary school besfren is getting married this jun.most of my classmates are married!(and i get to know about it rite after evrythings over! how sad!)&lt;br /&gt;not sad as in hated them for doing that so, but sad for not being there to watch one of their meaningful moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only wedding i went is rite before i left m'sia.which hapens to be my best frens wedding. i enjoyed it n happy for her!&lt;br /&gt;i think im getting married also..in two or three years time maybe..but with who??? i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;let time decide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today i went skiing wif a few frends..celebrating nabihah's "meme" burfday along wif that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had so much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;i think we shud go again sum other time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RcTonhNFSmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/G0A2a-fAFLs/s1600-h/102_2858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RcTonhNFSmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/G0A2a-fAFLs/s400/102_2858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027398849678101090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RcTqeRNFSoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wTlqiY-jCOQ/s1600-h/102_2881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RcTqeRNFSoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/wTlqiY-jCOQ/s400/102_2881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027400889787566722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RcTpRRNFSnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/puYTeN2v5Vc/s1600-h/102_2859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RcTpRRNFSnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/puYTeN2v5Vc/s400/102_2859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027399566937639538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the burfday cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RcTsjBNFSpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Jj-QFLNQZBk/s1600-h/102_2872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RcTsjBNFSpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Jj-QFLNQZBk/s400/102_2872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027403170415200914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and amazingly..we manage to do our own ABC!!! ais kacang in Ukraine!!!&lt;br /&gt;how c-o-o-l is that?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RcTtDRNFSqI/AAAAAAAAABA/vSjmRLwbE1M/s1600-h/102_2875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RcTtDRNFSqI/AAAAAAAAABA/vSjmRLwbE1M/s400/102_2875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027403724465982114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: dun bother about the date!its a bit sewel .. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-6714766941330344790?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/6714766941330344790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=6714766941330344790&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/6714766941330344790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/6714766941330344790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2007/02/ski-on-bihas-burfday.html' title='**ski on biha&apos;s burfday!!**'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/RcTlxhNFSlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/PVmTkBDxWi4/s72-c/yellowposter2small1hr7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-4123916922163943369</id><published>2007-01-27T17:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T18:09:26.907+02:00</updated><title type='text'>-FiNaLLy!-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Rbt0iLYWqwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GTY6KQVWdHk/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Rbt0iLYWqwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GTY6KQVWdHk/s400/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024737939781233410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdullillah...i finished all da exams today..after a few weeks of struggling, i managed to breathe like normal again.Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;only Him that i can rely on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fo the new starter in a new semester..i wanna start wif good things..not like last time,throwing th par-tay n sleep-over at frens,staying late till nite..&lt;br /&gt;now the battle really begins..i hafta make a diff n change i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking bout changes..today my ex-roomate invited me to the "Islamic Winter Conference" conducted by the Islamic Association of CSMU students.i went for the second half of the conf tho since my exams ended up a bit late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to go so since i cant go to the "Europe Medical Conference" in Vienna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i went..i had a gud time there n the third half will cont at about an hour time.say..7 o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;just now they were slides about the name of ALLAH in all parts of the world (as on animals,plants,clouds,tsunami,earth,cosmos...), the religion conversion of american people after the sept 11 tragedy, the conversion of genie's religion &amp;amp; a miracle video how a lion roars by saying "Allah-hu-akbar!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously..this aint no shit man!i was stunned back there!&lt;br /&gt;seriously u shud hear by urself.&lt;br /&gt;anyway..none of the writtings are actually persuading anyone of converting religion.its just that i am proud fo im a muslim(Alhamdulillah n insyaAllah!). n as we know..who giv a damn whats ur religion is.As long as we know that Allah doesnt need us..but we need Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-4123916922163943369?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/4123916922163943369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=4123916922163943369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/4123916922163943369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/4123916922163943369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally.html' title='-FiNaLLy!-'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Rbt0iLYWqwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GTY6KQVWdHk/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-6067197036812827555</id><published>2007-01-08T03:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T03:54:29.403+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eve'/><title type='text'>~f.L.u~</title><content type='html'>selsema diriku ini..takleh tido sebab idung tersumbat..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, the orthodox celebrated christmas.so,no school fo tomorrow. yay!&lt;br /&gt;earlier today i went to furshed and bought a few gift fo sum friends.. i was simple, a baby-sock wif few jelly-candies in it. cute,simple n meaningful! thats what i thot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-6067197036812827555?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/6067197036812827555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=6067197036812827555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/6067197036812827555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/6067197036812827555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2007/01/flu.html' title='~f.L.u~'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-116765939987449173</id><published>2007-01-01T14:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:47:13.488+02:00</updated><title type='text'>~*HaPpY nEw yEaR 2007!!!!!!!!*~</title><content type='html'>its a brand new year n a brand new trend.&lt;br /&gt;celebrated by a bunch of happy people wif the glitering flickers, glamorous fireworks dotted and scattered at the skys bed..&lt;br /&gt;the happy moment was there..the excitement n enthusiasm are burning inside waiting fo the rite moment to burst.&lt;br /&gt;at the Lenin Square we gathered pushing the hatred aside bringing the fraternity together n the new hope of understandings in one head n cherish the precious moment like it will never ends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5004/1862/1600/873496/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5004/1862/320/465781/fire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may this coming year brings happiness,joyous,hope,love n..RICH? haha.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5004/1862/1600/435089/fs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-116765939987449173?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/116765939987449173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=116765939987449173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/116765939987449173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/116765939987449173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-2007.html' title='~*HaPpY nEw yEaR 2007!!!!!!!!*~'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-116757769495623984</id><published>2006-12-31T16:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T17:15:48.336+02:00</updated><title type='text'>D-O-R-I-T-O-S</title><content type='html'>sounds like mexican food..like the nachos,tobascos,tacos,buritos,amigos...bla..bla..&lt;br /&gt;anyway..whats doritos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doritos&lt;/b&gt; is a brand of flavored tortilla chips produced by the American food company. Doritos are sold in many countries worldwide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The brand name seems to be loosely derived from the Spanish word &lt;i&gt;oro&lt;/i&gt; for gold(or &lt;i&gt;dorado&lt;/i&gt; for gilded) and the diminutive suffix &lt;i&gt;-ito&lt;/i&gt; meaning &lt;i&gt;small&lt;/i&gt; (therefore &lt;i&gt;orito&lt;/i&gt; without the D would mean &lt;i&gt;little gold&lt;/i&gt;). It also rhymes with other Frito-Lay brand names "Cheeto, Tostito &amp; Frito"(which is the Spanish word for &lt;i&gt;fried&lt;/i&gt;), so the term fits in with the larger corporate theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5004/1862/1600/790045/doritospill2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5004/1862/320/472065/doritospill2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5004/1862/1600/812800/180px-Doritos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5004/1862/320/217473/180px-Doritos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5004/1862/1600/653977/doritospill1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5004/1862/320/511576/doritospill1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking bout da chips..one of my fren actually having it for breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;it is an unhealthy habits n bad meals man.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;but its simple n easy.just like the touch n go.&lt;br /&gt;u dont hafta cook, wash ur dishes or clean up before n after eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a 2 sec meal n ur full!how simple!&lt;br /&gt;so, fo the courtesy of my fren, i would like to imply the nachos n chips company of da world to make the chips healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres what they got per packet of doritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,geneva,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Doritos&lt;!--s--&gt; tortilla chips&lt;!--s--&gt;, Nacho Chees&lt;!--s--&gt;ier flavor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,geneva,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5004/1862/1600/301293/555.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5004/1862/320/771487/555.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,geneva,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,geneva,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,geneva,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;while this is the actual recommended dietary intake&lt;br /&gt;read more--&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dairy.com.au/consumers/content/view/16/38/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dairy.com.au/consumers/content/view/16/38/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5004/1862/1600/49458/tables-one.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5004/1862/320/289691/tables-one.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;take it when u feel like to..wherever u want to n whenever u want to.&lt;br /&gt;drink lots of water..maybe it helps in detoxification.&lt;br /&gt;have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-116757769495623984?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/116757769495623984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=116757769495623984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/116757769495623984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/116757769495623984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2006/12/d-o-r-i-t-o-s.html' title='D-O-R-I-T-O-S'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-116691645862114761</id><published>2006-12-24T01:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T01:27:38.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>~*cHeEzZe cAke*~</title><content type='html'>wow..its a once-in-a-blue-moon-blog! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;been addicted to bake cheese cake.i tried before but i put too much of vanilla in it,so..can consider mission fail.hurmm...now im trying to bake new one using an expensive brand of cheese n trying the american recipe.today is azza's burfday..yet i hvnt wish him..coz i plan to  surprise him!&lt;br /&gt;sheesh!!this comp got stuck again wif da browsers prob.so, i cant put pix..neway..wish me luck! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-116691645862114761?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/116691645862114761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=116691645862114761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/116691645862114761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/116691645862114761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2006/12/cheezze-cake.html' title='~*cHeEzZe cAke*~'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-116155045893539572</id><published>2006-10-22T23:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:54:19.003+03:00</updated><title type='text'>R.A.Y.A</title><content type='html'>it happens so fast...2006 raya has come..&lt;br /&gt;and yet again im alone celebrating without my family..&lt;br /&gt;"wish u were.." a song by pink floyd, is on air..&lt;br /&gt;remenising me of the lost ones..&lt;br /&gt;the missed ones..&lt;br /&gt;and the ramadhan that just ends..&lt;br /&gt;anyway..tomorow definitely a brand new syawal..&lt;br /&gt;were going to solat raya n celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;they are serving ketupat, lemang, rendang..as usual..but never can replace thats in hometown wif family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/ketupat-731674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/ketupat-731674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its still come flashing in my mind our moment of glory, cooking the lemang in kuala kangsar, perak..back when my grandad still gasping his freshes air..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets learn how to prepare lemang..&lt;br /&gt;what isit lemang?glutinous rice cooked in bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/lc09k_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/lc09k_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although lemang is available all year round, it is nonetheless an exceptionally special dish during Hari Raya open house. Although the preparation seems simple enough, cooking lemang requires an open area with plenty of ventilation - which is why people just prefer to buy lemang rather than attempt to make it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two days or so before the end of Ramadhan (the fasting month), vendors can be seen cooking and selling lemang by roadsides. Lemang is usually 'bought by the bamboo' and should be left unopened until it is ready to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 kg. uncooked glutinous rice&lt;br /&gt;2 old coconuts&lt;br /&gt;Salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;Young banana leaves&lt;br /&gt;Bamboo trunks about 3ft in length. Remove grit from the hollow core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wash and soak glutinous rice in water for six hours, then strain in colander and leave to dry.&lt;br /&gt;2. Extract 8 cups of coconut milk from the 2 coconuts. Add salt to taste.&lt;br /&gt;3. Line inside of bamboo with clean banana leaves.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fill the hollow of the bamboo with glutinous rice.&lt;br /&gt;5. Add coconut milk. Use the 'finger test' to determine the right proportion of rice and milk - dip your finger into the mixture until the tip touches the top layer of the rice. The distance from fingertip to the milk must be at least 1½ finger joints.&lt;br /&gt;6. Place the bamboo trunks over an open fire. Turn the bamboo every few minutes to ensure that the rice is evenly cooked and not burnt (hangus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To serve, break open the bamboo and remove the leaf-wrapped rice. Cut into 1 inch thick slices and serve at room temperature with beef rendang, beef floss (serunding) or thick curries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way of cooking lemang is by immersing the bamboo trunks in a vat of boiling water. When prepared this way, the lemang is very tender and lacks the hard crust and aroma of fire-cooked lemang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:dun usee the unused bamboo fo illegal purposes okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy trying!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Selamat hari raya... maaf zahir batin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-116155045893539572?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/116155045893539572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=116155045893539572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/116155045893539572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/116155045893539572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2006/10/raya.html' title='R.A.Y.A'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-116079430576229525</id><published>2006-10-14T05:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T05:51:45.776+03:00</updated><title type='text'>*~*wiNtErs cOmiNg!!.*~*</title><content type='html'>what i wud like to get fo myself..&lt;br /&gt;hurm..we went window shopping..at first!ended up all of my fren bought what they wanted accept fo me!i want a nice jeans to fit in..and a bed-confortable jacket.&lt;br /&gt;we went fo all da decent shops around town except fo mango cuz we need to break out fast.we had our dinner at Lunch Time,a new uptown kafe.&lt;br /&gt;and..hurm.. so i'll go out tomorrow to collect sum stuffs..fo da coming winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a jacket like this perhaps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/marciano.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/marciano.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be put on jeans like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/denimGuide-daredevil_r2_c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/denimGuide-daredevil_r2_c1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy hunting farah!..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-116079430576229525?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/116079430576229525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=116079430576229525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/116079430576229525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/116079430576229525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2006/10/winters-coming.html' title='*~*wiNtErs cOmiNg!!.*~*'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-116070835814117506</id><published>2006-10-13T05:39:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:51:11.821+03:00</updated><title type='text'>**puAsA**</title><content type='html'>erm..its been a month since i arrived.i was so buzy that i cant get my arse to update my blog! nor to put up sum pretty pixie..i started puasa about 2 weeks ago..and happily doing it so till de end of da month.my burfday according islamic calendar is also around da corner.hmm...what'd i planna do?..*thinking**thinkin*&lt;br /&gt;whats raya feels like without loved one beside me?..well..like it or not i hafta get used to it! im da notty n manja one in my family dat my mom had to campak me jauh2...*sob*sob*&lt;br /&gt;im so gonna miss my raya wif sisters..waaaa...no mo staying up late nite,hanging out,shoppin,quarrelling...&lt;br /&gt;those are the most precious moment i miss n missed!im hoping dat i wont get too old fo me to do those happy moment again when i came back!*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;okay..i think dats all..since i ngantuk n need to wake up early fo win  dow shopping tomorrow..toodles!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: mom, save me sum duit raya fo me to collect within a few years! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*one of da happiest moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/34333328925911l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-116070835814117506?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/116070835814117506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=116070835814117506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/116070835814117506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/116070835814117506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2006/10/puasa.html' title='**puAsA**'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-115893858782735758</id><published>2006-09-22T18:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:23:07.886+03:00</updated><title type='text'>..:tOday:..</title><content type='html'>not so much to tell, i liken my blogpage to act as a diary at the same time recording the experience i earn.what the hell 'love' to me?and what da hell tears?&lt;br /&gt;i sob n shout every changing days.hmm..oh no.. not another melancholic stories..&lt;br /&gt;ok!&lt;br /&gt;lemme tell about how sad+stupid i felt after i ran into a stupid "body-art festival" in simferopol today.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh....*&lt;br /&gt;it turned out that all of da so-called festival is just a cosmetics n tatoo exhibition.hurm..sum1 shud taught them english!but, above all i didnt put it on them 100%-ly!maybe i didnt read the flyers attentively! har har to myself!&lt;br /&gt;i mean cant they distinguish body art and body beauty? "art and beauty"..?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe art for the body or body thats been art-ed. whatever!&lt;br /&gt;duh! boring entry la..&lt;br /&gt;okay la.run out of idea.&lt;br /&gt;c ya.&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-115893858782735758?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/115893858782735758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=115893858782735758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115893858782735758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115893858782735758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2006/09/today.html' title='..:tOday:..'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-115841750202885401</id><published>2006-09-16T17:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T17:38:22.073+03:00</updated><title type='text'>.:bAcK tO sChoOL:.</title><content type='html'>erm..having a 10 hours journey really knocked me out!&lt;br /&gt;i was tripping all da way from johor to singapore..&lt;br /&gt;not to mention da last minute packing n shopping.&lt;br /&gt;crossing across 2 countries kills my back big time! and  lost sum more inside da MRT station itself really embarresed me!(aouch!)&lt;br /&gt;its the effect of listening to the ipod i guess. Dah la talking to da malay-singaporean pon in english!&lt;br /&gt;no biggie actually coz im da 1 who started 1st! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;okay..then..erm..hv i mentioned date?erm.. it was late saturday..erm..best to say saturday-noon. was my journey fr house. reaching larkin 5pm..&lt;br /&gt;crossing da border to changi airport plus da sesat2...took me 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;at changi airport...asking about the ke-halal-lan burger king(silly me!).of coz la halal..&lt;br /&gt;okay..then..been trying to call da silly annie..and a bloody stupid n idiot nanny aka female-boyan-singaporean butler picked up n told no one by the name annie. fcuk btol la!&lt;br /&gt;anyway..i wont wait so long..and lead my way to da register desk.&lt;br /&gt;after checking in i went thru all da duty free shops to look fo gudies..went to this bookstore..and found a very interesting corner..erm..n found books of kamasutra.har har har..not trying to reach fo any honestly but gigled. then bla bla bla...on my way to find fo a camera shop i bumped into mirul,pae,a an n zul.yup..da russian zul.&lt;br /&gt;feel a bit excited and we chit-chatering, telling jokes,kutuking,holidays..&lt;br /&gt;then checked in and started our 8 hours journey to istanbul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm..do i hafta tell more?&lt;br /&gt;i'll catch up later.really really gtg..c ya.. muaxx&lt;br /&gt;but hey, im back in Ukraine..nice weather here 16-19 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;got sudden fever n cold n flu n cough..all comes at once.. in less then a few days..&lt;br /&gt;but im getting better!&lt;br /&gt;hurm.. need to start studying again...&lt;br /&gt;miss malaysia..ermm...i guess..a part maybe.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-115841750202885401?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/115841750202885401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=115841750202885401&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115841750202885401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115841750202885401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-to-school.html' title='.:bAcK tO sChoOL:.'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-115701636047218860</id><published>2006-08-31T12:05:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T12:26:00.473+03:00</updated><title type='text'>.:::MERDEKA!!!:::.</title><content type='html'>Selamat menyambut hari kemerdekaan yang ke-49 Malaysia!!!&lt;br /&gt;Theres a-LOT than a word 'MERDEKA' for me to describe other than independent itself.&lt;br /&gt;Tho i was born a few decades from 1953, I wouldhv fought fo M'sia back there when there was war.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi..utk edisi khas kemerdekaan kali ini..sepatutnya saya berbangga dapat hidup dengan merasai kebebasan untuk berjalan, berkawan, berhubung dengan sesiapa sahaja tanpa ada unsur-unsur ketakutan akibat penjajahan. Jadi, di manakah saya memilih untuk berdiri sekarang? ya.. di Malaysia.. tanak tumpah darahku..&lt;br /&gt;Still proud to be a Malaysian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersempena dgn hari merdeka ni, saya akan rekakan satu sajak utk Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;tapi masih di dalam otak lagi..hmm..sedang tunggu masa utk jari jemari ini menaip sahaja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERDEKA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-115701636047218860?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/115701636047218860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=115701636047218860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115701636047218860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115701636047218860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2006/08/merdeka_31.html' title='.:::MERDEKA!!!:::.'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-115591769554766334</id><published>2006-08-18T17:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T05:01:59.780+03:00</updated><title type='text'>.::tRagEdy::.</title><content type='html'>One of the former INTEC Shah Alam student passed away in a fatal bike accident, earlier today. She was 20 and petronas scholar holder.&lt;br /&gt;*takziah kepada keluarga allayarhamah di atas pemergiannya..&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatihah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wcco.com/topstories/local_story_229102052.html"&gt;Bicyclist Killed Near University Of Minnesota&lt;/a&gt;(video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WCCO) Minneapolis A mangled bike and scattered belongings show the power of a crash that killed a young Malaysian woman. Minneapolis Police said the student on a bike and the driver of a pick up truck collided when the bicyclist tried to make a left turn in front of him. It was raining at the time and officials said it may have played a part in the accident.&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Police said the accident happened around 6:40 a.m. at Washington and University Avenues Southeast in Minneapolis&lt;/span&gt;.Witnesses said the woman, 20, was biking west on University Avenue when she went to make a left turn onto Washington Avenue. A pickup truck headed eastbound on University Avenue hit the bicyclist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was kind of unavoidable because they didn't see each other until it was too late," witness Stacy Phillips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was pronounced dead at the scene. She was not wearing a helmet, police said.&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Both of them actually had the yellow light,"&lt;/span&gt; Phillips said. "She was coming downhill, he was going uphill and they just met each other." Minneapolis Police say after a thorough investigation, no charges will be filed against the pickup truck driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Clark is a bike safety expert. He said accidents like this one are common. In fact, 80 percent of all bike-car crashes in Minnesota happen at intersections. "That's where you really need to make sure that you're seen by the motorist and that you are following the rules," says Clark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At intersections Clark recommends bicyclists make eye contact with drivers before crossing or turning. He says Minnesota is one of the best places for biking, but only if you're careful. "I think all bike and car crashes are preventable," Clark said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University of Minnesota officials believe &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;the woman was a foreign exchange student&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Her identity has not yet been released&lt;/span&gt;.Many bicyclists said the intersection is scary. The roads are not wide enough and they often ride on the sidewalks, even though that's not legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://minnesota.publicradio.org/display/web/2006/08/17/bikesafety/?rsssource=1"&gt;more..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-115591769554766334?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/115591769554766334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=115591769554766334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115591769554766334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115591769554766334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2006/08/tragedy.html' title='.::tRagEdy::.'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-115580635549436304</id><published>2006-08-17T08:26:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:27:38.581+02:00</updated><title type='text'>.:qAdaR:.</title><content type='html'>just found out that my frens granny got admitted in the batu pahat's hospital.pity her..now my fren n his aunt are taking turns in watching, nursing &amp;amp; taking care of her. i hope she can make it and become healthy again.&lt;br /&gt;reminising about hospital..i never got admitted in m'sias hospital but was once engaged to ukraines hospital.i jot down a few lines about it.feel free to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i was in the hospital when i wrote this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of obstacles.. if u back up so fast.. u’ll be left behind.. There aint no one can save u..&lt;br /&gt;One thing to make urself a good doctor, is to learn from urself.the closest specimen and to try and keep in mind whatever things experienced. Learn ur symptoms, medications, the way of treatment will definitely make urself easier to recognize same diseases on other people.. and make u treat em quicker. Let people check on u as if u’ll do the same thing on others. One day.. people help us when we help them. Aint life a big, great experience to learn? Soar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s again : actually this piece is to send to my mom(love u!) i just called her n told im okay..(she cried a week b4 since i'd lost without a word.) but everythings were ok rite after she heard my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a few lines were changed here and there(tapis) n were added fo readers convenience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hye mom.. how r u?&lt;br /&gt;By the time u read this, im off da hospital already..&lt;br /&gt;No worries.. im okay.. just admitted to the hospital about a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine.. i had rubella, measles, or krasnuha in Russian which means reddish.&lt;br /&gt;My life in the hospital was not dat miserable. Of course no friend will make me bored. But not here. the room is superb but not the bed. It is a springy-type of bed which makes sounds of wicg~~wegk~~ when I slept on it! :D. Makes u shake urself lullaby before sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Theres a bathtub but I never get naked in it. A toilet and …suddenly theres a song “takdir penentu segala” from my laptop of course!&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of Malaysia instantly.. n of course.. what a life I had there.. n future life im going to face.. soon..&lt;br /&gt;Back to the room description.. theres a bed for adult, n another one for lil kids. Since this hospital was named general radiology, dedskii infektsi (children’s infections).&lt;br /&gt;A table, a side-bed rack, 3 chairs. with a wide double-pane-glass window n grilled outside on my left (from where I sat) n a pane-glass window on my right.(maybe for checking purposes. duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early and shower. I noticed something wrong about my complexions. I wondered is it the “clinique” cream or the “garnier” face wash? (cheap product).Confused, hence do my routine.. answering anatomy questions since the exam is around the corner. Dat nite I slept at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something was really wrong with me.. my face has completely changed. My hands started to blemish and red dots scattered all over it. Everybody got puzzled since I got hyper-skin-sensitivity, dat makes every skin diseases are after me first. 10 am I went to da university’s policlinic with hani. I was suspected rubella n was sent to the hospital at once!without a chance to say bye-bye. By the “skora pamosh” a.k.a ambulance of course. The funny thing about me taken away by the ‘skora pamosh’ is dat the 3 workers in there are all afraid to go near me! although they knew dat they were vaccinated! Plus, im not DAT sick, but they carried me like carrying a half-dead person… I mean.. its only rubella.. then I heard thru the intercom radio, a babushka(granny) fainted and needed an ambulance. But there aint any free ambulance! Pity dat nanny.. :( :( :( .. felt guilty if dat nanny couldn’t survive..i shud’hv gone by bus or ‘mashrut’ (a van type of public vehicle). i hope shes fine and doing ok.&lt;br /&gt;At the hospital&lt;br /&gt;With only my school bag, jeans, winter coat, boots, hat, a few ‘grievens’(Ukrainian currency), n a broken handphone (failed to switched on due to memory full)- I sakit dia pon nak sakit!. That’s all I got to survive. Lucky me I’m able to speak Russian n understands them 90%-ly.&lt;br /&gt;My first lunch is a plate of wheat in an eating manner. I mean I used to eat wheat n dairy stuffs back there in m’sia.. with milk! But to put them with chicken n soup like ure eating porridge n “nasi”…its kinda weird n freaky tho. Not just dat, I used to like hospital food, tho I never admitted to any hospital! but this one is really 1 in a million n against all odds. So, I choose to sip only the soup.. thats all. The tea disgust me since it was put inside the urine bottle instead of a cup. Hmm.. this is kid hospital neway.. dats why they use bottle instead of chashka (cup), and so I slept the whole day…till evening.. i was struggling to call my friends.. but as I told, with broken phone.. hmm.. dat sounded impossible!&lt;br /&gt;Thx to this nurse dat gave me permission to use her hp.&lt;br /&gt;I tried.. n tried.. recalling numbers.. hey, its not a 7-digit nos o.k. it’s a 12-digit nos! all seems to arrange upside down.. at last I got to call nookie and asked for her help. then.. so suddenly out of nowhere.. miracle happens. Hani called thru my phone! hmm.. miracle always happen in hospital! Maybe because of the present of thousands of angels.. J&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked her to assemble my stuffs n give to nookie for her to pass to me. and so dat nite zam, nookie, day n chep came..im glad plus happy!&lt;br /&gt;They brought stuffs(including laptop) but not food..:( :(&lt;br /&gt;But I’m glad.. hey! Its not easy to get fren during tuff times! Plus, who can go out at nitetime so far away for ur hs? They could..&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes chatting,joking…they had to go..and so they went.. of coz they cant stay longer! It’s a 10 degrees cold n windy..nite time, remember? I pity them, since they cant be with me inside the cozy room..but, rules are rules!&lt;br /&gt;After they went, I checked up some stuffs to see whats there n whats not. Then.. feeling so sleepy n straight away went to bed and ended up eating nothing except for a few spoons of wheat soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a week-time hunger..a cannibal hunger! and waiting for food to come. Whatever it is I will definitely munch!(xcept fo pork!) Luckily..they served ‘kusochka khlib c maslom’ - piece of bread with butter, a cup of ‘chai’(tea) and a plate of chicken flavor soup. The soup was nice, maybe im famished! And the masla(butter) was nice too.. maybe it is ‘krimski’ (a famous butter brand here).. and so did the tea. ‘Sladki chai’ sweet tea for sweet person..;p&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason they put it sweet is for the blood pressure thingy.&lt;br /&gt;And so I ate everything, leaving the ‘griasnuyu tarelku i chashku’ (dirty plate n cup) behind. Hey! I wanted to clean them up but the workers here are so kind n polite n oriented to do work! Hehe.. of course they clean up my mass n everything.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I havnt told dat they asked for my urine and stool for examine purposes. The first nite at the hospital trembled me..it was difficult fo me to adapt, but I managed. So, after eating, I tried to ‘kakat’(stooling). Its damn hard since I never eat anything yesterday. And so I tried..after sitting there ( in the toilet) for half an hour I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Attention: if u felt disgust or offended, please skip this part, and continue reading at day 4.&lt;br /&gt;Actually we got a few rules for doctors, or doctors to-be.&lt;br /&gt;1. can face the blood&lt;br /&gt;2. can face the icky-weaky-disgust-thingy&lt;br /&gt;3. pervert (gonna be/hv to be/will be. Sooner or later)&lt;br /&gt;4. care (got to hv this care feeling whether u like it ou not!)&lt;br /&gt;(but I couldn’t find any male doctor around here..where are they btw? Hiding inside the gynecology dept? duh! Whats so fun about working with woman instead of children ha, male docs? Why cant u find it fun to work with children? Told ya..all doctors are pervert!) *puzzled*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collecting stool is not an easy work. I mean, u can collect urine whether u had a drink or hvnt. But can u collect stool without eating anything? Okay, in this case, exception because I just ate. But food took 5 hours to completely digest. Hmm.. dats why I pushed my strength to the max to let go of my shit. Reminiscing what my fren told, if u fail to ‘kakat’, they’ll dig ur ass! Yuck! I wont let dat happen to me! Dats why in what ever position I hv to sit or what ever it is, I told : shit, u better get off my ass b4 they did sumthing bad to us! Haha.. quite hilarious when I thought that back! And.. at last, it came out. Another disgust thing to do. Is how to take the shit out and put it in its ‘bank’-bottle. Trust me, u dunt wanna know dat!&lt;br /&gt;After a worthwhile fight, I went to sleep, due to severe lost energy I think! Then, I woke up after a few hours of nice sleep.. by the noise made by the hosp attendant dat ask me to eat lunch. Felt disgust once remembered ‘the moment’. This time they’re serving this weird dish but nice.. ’bali goreng kot’!(maybe fried barley) Hahaha.. i dunno what the heck is it. It is barley.. and what make it weird is that it was mixed with chicken! I always got confused..is it chicken or pork.. pork or chicken.. i never taste a pork before so I dunno. But to think back, they didn’t serve pork as a dish in hospital..moreover to kids! But what ever it is, its nice! And a very nice dish for diet. Plus, its tasteful! Nyum nyum.. feel like eating more! Dunt care whether ‘bali goreng’ or whatever.. but after a few spoon of munching, I felt like puking since the ‘that moment’ flashed back. But I hv to get over it. So I continued eating. To my surprised I finished everything! To tell you back, this was the same dish they gave that I didn’t eat a day before. Remember I told dat it was weird? Its not dat weird after all.. after eating.. what do u think im about to do? Haha.. off to sleep, of course! No exceptions! Hey..i’m in a hospital, plus! sick = excused.. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;So suddenly out of nowhere.. somebody knocked on the double-pane-glass window. It was chep! How happy I am to see him. He told dat azza, mirul, and pae came to visit me. So I wore my mask for safety precautions. I thought dat they were permitted to come in my room, at first. But they are forbidden. What to do.. I ‘m the princess from above.. who came for the sake of love but been cursed by the Witches of Jealousy.. the simplest way to break the curse is by showing love from ‘the family’ .. and so ‘the family’ assembled and gathered power, care and love(which is me)..with the portions of love, lure, happy, sweet, jest and together they cured me..*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* a nice ‘skazka’ (fairytale) as a commercial break for all of you. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..so sad dat we got to chat only thru glasses and bars. But they are the best medicine.. my temperature dropped dat evening and made me normal again. I felt normal! Thanks fo’ da jokes, guys! Lov ya! Not long after chatting and joking, hilmi and ridhuan (a tatarian) came.. but he had to go early due to som stuffs to do. Azza,chep,mirul n pae went late although azza was fasting. Im flattered! Sob..sob..&lt;br /&gt;They brought me stuffs from hostel and chicken-flavor porridge cooked by day. Thanx day! It was a mouthful dish dat made me hurt the hospital attendants for not eating theirs. They served baby porridge taste like ‘nestum’ but a bit salty. I ate a few spoons by the way. Then, what else to do?.. I switched on my laptop.. played ‘ayatul Qur’an’, and started to bath for sanitations sake. Washed my trousers and undies.. then, ‘solat’. Hmm. .how I love this hospital. The kind of hospital dat gives me such privacy needed! With your own room, bathroom and toilet, and selected people only for visit purposes. How privacy is dat? (I felt like Anwar Ibrahim for a while). With their 4++-stars hospitality, I think I should propose such hospital in Malaysia. I went to sleep early dat day as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. its quite a boring day since everybody’s having exam ..i wanted to go out and do my exam instead of sitting here and doing nothing.(study sket2 a).. but im a workoholic woman (*thinking*).. and too much sleep enervate me. Just as I thought this hospital gave me the best hospitality, hmm..i should do correction on dat! Minus 1 star! They forgot to give me breakfast.. how starved I felt. At first I thought because of my bleeding throat dat they forbid me from eating. i asked the attendant, and i heard she asked about me by the name '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kraski&lt;/span&gt;'? = si merah? and she got back to me and said they forgot..&lt;br /&gt;But forgot?.. unforgettable.. just for few seconds I thought, maybe this is the way for me to appreciate what they cooked!hmm..dah la lapar!siap dpt gelaran baru lagi.&lt;br /&gt;So, then again about 2 o’clock they served my lunch. Of course I finished everything. Not a few hours after dat they served dinner. At about 5.45 pm. How did they expect me to finish my meals within a few hours? Maybe dats why I never finished my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to tell..they suspected me of infected by angina. A disease coz by virus dat affect hearts, and internal organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early just to ensure im physically healthy n that im ready to go out and face the world.im awake earlier than the time that those doctors normally check. I did push-ups immediately after woke up to make sure my heart beats actively and strong! Just a few moments after finish straining myself, the doctor showed up. She checked my temperature, my heartbeats(I know its strong.*wink)..breathe in.. breathe out..&lt;br /&gt;And she told..im all gud n I can go if I want to. But she requested me to stay(maybe because she bored) to make sure im really healthy and virusless..&lt;br /&gt;But like hell im gonna stay! By noon, I packed my stuffs n gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dats all fo u to read. Hope u can imagine urself the situation I faced. Hmm..neway.. lain kali jgn cabut time ada rubella injections! I this a lesson that I learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-115580635549436304?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/115580635549436304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=115580635549436304&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115580635549436304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115580635549436304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2006/08/qadar.html' title='.:qAdaR:.'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-115514786766279490</id><published>2006-08-09T21:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T21:52:59.546+03:00</updated><title type='text'>~*cRy bAby cRy*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;siNg aLonG pEepS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/sp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/sp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cry baby cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;by sean paul feat joss stone &amp; carlos santana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Going back to the memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Reminiscing 'bout you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thinking how it used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's plain and clear I treated you bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But girl you know that I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Every relation(ship) have wear and tear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just draw near girl and try to hear and listen what my heart says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Many days and many nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Many heartbreaks... many fights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Many wrongs but so many rights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So girl don't let this love die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Never meant to 'cause you no pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl I never meant to treat you lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gimme one more chance rewind come back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't let this love die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just Cry Baby Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Don't cry no more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cause every tear that flows falls into the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And rises to the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And then the rain will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Right before the sun shines...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Can you feel me reaching out to you girl, can you hear my open thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Never want (to) disrespect you girl don't let this come break us apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Cause I know I would die without you, my girl can you hear my broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's calling out to the good times that we had back at the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Baby... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Don't call me baby...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You know I need you in my life daily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(You know you played me...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was a player but now your love changed me. (Dead wrong...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm going crazy (I'm gone)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Never thought losing you would be so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's your turn to cry baby cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Don't cry no more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cause every tear that flows falls into the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And rises to the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And then the rain will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Right before the sun shines...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[Tag:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What we were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is now undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My tears have all dried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's your turn now to cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You're losing your love and your trust for me girl&lt;br /&gt;And you know, I would go to the ends of the world.&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted...&lt;br /&gt;Just like we started.&lt;br /&gt;Girl 'cause I don't want to fight no more.&lt;br /&gt;Make it like it was before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I tell you the truth and you cried and I cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LET'S GET BACK TO THE PLACE AND THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gettin serious I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No clouds in your sky, the sun is gonna shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chat to her Santana!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/Joss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/Joss2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/san.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" height="318" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/san.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-115514786766279490?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/115514786766279490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=115514786766279490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115514786766279490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115514786766279490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2006/08/cry-baby-cry.html' title='~*cRy bAby cRy*~'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-115502107713745608</id><published>2006-08-08T08:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T10:52:21.206+03:00</updated><title type='text'>the day i lost my key..</title><content type='html'>not labelling myself as an airhead gurl but this time it really was NOT my fault!i was out wif fren. i told my "airhead" lil sis (now she deserves that!) to leave the key sumwhere near the door since i havnt duplicated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up she brought the key to her "sekolah agama" and like it or not i hafta drive all da way to her school just for a stupid housekey. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/picture001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/picture001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the "sekolah agama"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/picture003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/picture003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so near..yet..so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..things got a bit twitchy since aint no one can enter without proper "muslimah" garment! how the heck can i enter?! law is law.. - dats what my sis used to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/picture002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/400/picture002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to say im a bad muslim..hmm..but maybe..but to respect, i didnt enter the school. instead i called upon hang-around schoolboys to call my "big-brainer" sis and pass me the damn house key!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/picture004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/picture004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/picture005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/picture005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the unproper garment for a muslimah!&lt;br /&gt;luckily fo me kids are living machine. hehe.. they'll do almost everything without thinking.. (im not a big-buly. but i do need help that time!&lt;br /&gt;in the end.. i got my key..after quite a while sitting roofless under the sun at the murky pavement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i started to hit the road again n see my long lost frens..i got a few u know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/picture007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/picture007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;iklan&lt;/span&gt; *shevchenko fans wif vulopcious asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/blogpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/400/blogpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-115502107713745608?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/115502107713745608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=115502107713745608&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115502107713745608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115502107713745608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-i-lost-my-key.html' title='the day i lost my key..'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-115499200035368141</id><published>2006-08-08T01:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:51:31.400+03:00</updated><title type='text'>.::bUrNing mAn?::.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/bm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/bm3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is actually a gathering of those who believes in freedom of ones in a deserted place.Burning Man is much more than just a temporary community. It's a city in the desert, dedicated to radical self reliance, radical self-expression and art. Innovative sculpture, installations, performance, theme camps, art cars and costumes all flower from the playa and spread to our communities and back again. In this section you will learn what you need to know about creating art for the playa, find out all about this year’s art installations, read essays about Burning Man and art from both staff and participants, and revisit some past off-playa art events and exhibitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/bm4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/bm4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what isit a "burning man" actually?&lt;br /&gt;Hurtling down the road to the Black Rock Desert, the colors paint themselves like a spice cabinet — sage, dust, slate gray. Maybe you're in your trusty car, the one that takes you to and from work every day. Perhaps you've got a spacious RV, your Motel 6 on wheels for the next days in the desert. Or you're driving your glittering art car, complete with poker chips and mirroring to do a disco ball proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two-lane highway turns off onto a new road. You drive slowly onto the playa, the 400 square mile expanse known as the Black Rock Desert. And there you've touched the terrain of what feels like another planet. You're at the end — and the beginning — of your journey to Burning Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is not like the "spring festival"- "the body art" in europe countries where they paint their body meticulously to whatever drawings and arts that they choose to become.&lt;br /&gt;this is more about the imaginary beyond human thoughts.and fun also!&lt;br /&gt;You're there to breathe art. Imagine an ice sculpture emitting glacial music — in the desert. Imagine the man, greeting you, neon and benevolence, watching over the community. You're here to build a community that needs you and relies on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/bm7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/bm7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the purposes are easy.You're here to survive. What happens to your brain and body when exposed to 107 degree heat, moisture wicking off your body and dehydrating you within minutes? You know and watch yourself. You drink water constantly and piss clear. You'll want to reconsider drinking that alcohol (or taking those other substances) you brought with you — the mind-altering experience of Burning Man is its own drug. You slather yourself in sunblock before the sun's rays turn up full blast. You bring enough food, water, and shelter because the elements of the new planet are harsh, and you will find no vending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the art is..&lt;br /&gt;when u're here to create. Since nobody at Burning Man is a spectator, you're here to build your own new world. You've built an egg for shelter, a suit made of light sticks, a car that looks like a shark's fin. You've covered yourself in silver, you're wearing a straw hat and a string of pearls, or maybe a skirt for the first time. You're broadcasting Radio Free Burning Man — or another radio station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/bm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/bm2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; its all about what ur brain wants u to think..&lt;br /&gt;You're here to experience. Ride your bike in the expanse of nothingness with your eyes closed. Meet the theme camp — enjoy Irrational Geographic, relax at Bianca's Smut Shack and eat a grilled cheese sandwich. Find your love and understand each other as you walk slowly under a parasol. Wander under the veils of dust at night on the playa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're here to celebrate. On Saturday night, we'll burn the Man. As the procession starts, the circle forms, and the man ignites, you experience something personal, something new to yourself, something you've never felt before. It's an epiphany, it's primal, it's newborn. And it's completely individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll leave as you came. When you depart from Burning Man, you leave no trace. Everything you built, you dismantle. The waste you make and the objects you consume leave with you. Volunteers will stay for weeks to return the Black Rock Desert to its pristine condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/bm6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/bm6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the end..its no regret..&lt;br /&gt;coz you'll take the world you built with you. When you drive back down the dusty roads toward home, you slowly reintegrate to the world you came from. You feel in tune with the other dust-covered vehicles that shared the same community. Over time, vivid images still dance in your brain, floating back to you when the weather changes. The Burning Man community, whether your friends, your new acquaintances, or the Burning Man project, embraces you. At the end, though your journey to and from Burning Man are finished, you embark on a different journey — forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loupiote/sets/432859/show/"&gt;more pix..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-115499200035368141?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/115499200035368141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=115499200035368141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115499200035368141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115499200035368141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2006/08/burning-man.html' title='.::bUrNing mAn?::.'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-115451265902632902</id><published>2006-08-02T12:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T01:15:51.416+03:00</updated><title type='text'>~*dO it liKe ziDanE?*~</title><content type='html'>this is a very funny clip!!&lt;br /&gt;*(extracted from lan's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/js0vOgjBfD8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/js0vOgjBfD8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-115451265902632902?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/115451265902632902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=115451265902632902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115451265902632902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115451265902632902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-it-like-zidane.html' title='~*dO it liKe ziDanE?*~'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-115421350484740930</id><published>2006-07-30T00:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:51:44.883+03:00</updated><title type='text'>.:muSic by bOb mArLey:.</title><content type='html'>today i would like to talk about "KAYA" a song from "African Herbsman" album produced by Robert Nesta Marley aka &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alwaysontherun.net/bob.htm"&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/a&gt; (biography)&lt;/span&gt; (6 Feb 1945 - 11 May 1981). (&lt;a href="http://www.8notes.com/biographies/marley.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/Bob-Marley-Kaya-299866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/Bob-Marley-Kaya-299866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a relaxing and catchy song actually--&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/89901/kaya/16.Bob%20Marlet-Kaya"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; but gets me into this confusing-funny situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the lyric goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and turn me loose Wake up and turn me loose Wake up and turn me loose For the rain is falling&lt;br /&gt;Got to have kaya now Got to have kaya now Got to have kaya now For the rain is falling I'm so high, I even touch the sky Above the falling rain I feel so good in my neighbourhood, so Here I come again Got to have kaya now Got to have kaya now Got to have kaya now For the rain is falling Feelin' irie I Feelin' irie I Feelin' irie I 'Cause I have some kaya now I feel so high, I even touch the sky Above the falling rain I feel so good in my neighbourhood, so Here I come again Got to have kaya now Got to have kaya now Got to have kaya now, Lord For the rain is falling (Kaya now, kaya, kaya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;herm..got it?&lt;br /&gt;actually what Bob marley made the public(as if U category) know dat "kaya means herb..."&lt;br /&gt;he quoted "Kaya means herb. It's a password some of the brethren use in JAMAICA. So Kaya is really dealing with togetherness and humanity and peace, (because) the thing of peace travel through the earth now. Yes, &lt;a href="http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/65582/rastaman_vibration/Bob%20Marley-%20Rastaman%20Vibration"&gt;Rastaman Vibrations&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://blogs.www.friendster.com/t/app/exodus/"&gt;Exodus&lt;/a&gt; were 'arder. This time we dealing with something softer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did u got any of that?&lt;br /&gt;lemme tell you..what "kaya" really means..&lt;br /&gt;"Kaya",the real meaning is cannabish,hemp,marijuana in Jamaican word.&lt;br /&gt;What hes trying to say to people was that "kaya" is a form of herb that has the power of healing.Bob Marley has always defended this often maligned herb. He equated condemnation of this natural herb with blasphemy.&lt;br /&gt;He asked--&gt;How could a plant created by God be made illegal by humans? "You mean they can tell God that it's not legal?"&lt;br /&gt;He once asked a Canadian journalist. If growing cannabis is to be a crime then by man's laws God who made all plants was a criminal too. Bob was not surprized that people who smoke the weed were persecuted by "Babylon", the ruling system, reminding people: "Them crucify Christ, remember?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joewein.de/kaya.htm"&gt;read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as for the muslim..the Jamaicam word "kaya" is absolutely forbidden! yet, theres a "kaya" in Malaysian words which means 'rich' and a kind of spread taste like "sgusyonka" in russian and caramel in english.&lt;br /&gt;but of course it conducts its own taste.&lt;br /&gt;and im sure consuming em wont lead u into illicit and unconciousness!&lt;br /&gt;its totally safe and sugar base.. ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaya_(jam)"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/kaya010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/kaya010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the green one is Pandan flavor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/kaya%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/kaya%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-115421350484740930?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/115421350484740930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=115421350484740930&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115421350484740930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115421350484740930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2006/07/music-by-bob-marley.html' title='.:muSic by bOb mArLey:.'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-115274207628036653</id><published>2006-07-12T23:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T01:07:56.333+03:00</updated><title type='text'>cOngRateS tO pOrtuGaL!!</title><content type='html'>most congrate goes to mi amor cristiano ronaldo!!!te amo!!&lt;br /&gt;for trying your best in in WorLd cUp gErMaNy 2006 n make it to the 4th place!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=160,height=221,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://snuffguff.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/cristian_ronaldo_biography.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tienes unos ojos muy bonitos... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/cristiano_ronaldo_wallpaper_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=600,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://snuffguff.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/cristiano_ronaldo_wallpaper_8_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy enamorado de ti!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wanna know more? &lt;a href="http://www.manutd.com/bio/bio.sps?iBiographyID=91960"&gt;:)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/cristianoronaldo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=333,height=500,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://snuffguff.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/cristianoronaldo_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date: February 5 1985 Birth Place: MadeiraBirth Nation: PortugalHeight: 184cmWeight: 75KgNationality: PortuguesePosition: Forward&lt;br /&gt;Current Club: Manchester United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=500,height=375,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://snuffguff.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/wow_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/wow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Name: Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro was brought up on the island of Madeira, Portugal. Cristiano Ronaldo had three other siblings. His mother was called Maria Dolores dos Santos Aveiro and his father Jose Diniz Aveiro.&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo started off playing football for his local team, Nacional, it was clear by the time he was 12, that he was the best football player Madeira had ever produced. The main Portuguese clubs became interested in signing Cristiano Ronaldo. Interested parties were Porto and Boavista however, in the end Cristiano Ronaldo decided to play for his boyhood favourite club which was Sporting Lisbon&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo did not progess as fast as he wanted but everyone around him was impressed with his raw talent and maturity for one so young. Cristiano Ronaldo became the fans favorite player. He netted 2 goals against Moreirense in his very first game&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, Cristiano Ronaldo dazzled the crowds with his spectacular skills in the U17 European Championship and then lead Sporting Lisbon to win the league. Cristiano Ronaldo became the only player in Sporting's history to play for the U18, U21, B team, and first team in the same season. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/cristianoronaldo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was thanks to his play at the U17 European Championship that Cristiano Ronaldo originally caught the eye of top European clubs like Liverpool and Juventus. It was, however, only after a friendly game against Manchester United that the interest became serious. During the game, Sporting went on to beat Manchester United 3 - 1, and Cristiano Ronaldo had a part in two of the goals. On the plane ride back home after this match, Alex Ferguson decided to sign him&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo became the most expensive teenager to sign in Britain, after Sporting accepted a deal for around £12.25 million. People were worried that he was not a proven talent.&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo quickly silenced his critics in his first appearance for Man United. He also came on the pitch to a standing ovation and then aided in two of three United goals. and received the Man of the Match Award to boot.&lt;br /&gt;In his first season, Cristiano Ronaldo continued to improve his form and led Manchester United to its only trophy of 2003/04 campaign - the FA Cup. That game placed Cristiano Ronaldo in the international spotlight&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo topped off his first year in the Premiership by representing Portugal at Euro 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=178,height=250,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://snuffguff.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/cristianoronaldo3_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/p.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate breve, ate aja! ;) ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=98,height=133,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://snuffguff.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/p.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lOts oF lOvE~~~~~(drifted....)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-115274207628036653?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/115274207628036653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=115274207628036653&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115274207628036653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115274207628036653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2006/07/congrates-to-portugal.html' title='cOngRateS tO pOrtuGaL!!'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-115273620413254235</id><published>2006-07-12T22:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:30:07.516+03:00</updated><title type='text'>things happen..</title><content type='html'>not too despair with an absent-minded of mine sumtimes dat made me to decide.. ooh.. what da heck! a new blogpage wont bother..&lt;br /&gt;i mean, ppl make mistakes.. ppl forgot.. and ppl also learn! hey, dat is 100%-ly undeniable!&lt;br /&gt;even my cat bites me when the time come for her poo-poo-thingy.&lt;br /&gt;dats what i called cats-spleen! more like a 'Discipline' with a cat principle. hahaha (im cockin'!!)&lt;br /&gt;blergh!! the point is.. this is my new blog page.. a page where i spill all my thoughts... opinion, judgement, critics, feelings, idea, view, bla bla bla.. so, feel free to read! or drop a word or two. chow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-115273620413254235?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/115273620413254235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=115273620413254235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115273620413254235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115273620413254235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2006/07/things-happen.html' title='things happen..'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-115144475988015115</id><published>2006-06-28T00:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:45:59.950+03:00</updated><title type='text'>the pentacle</title><content type='html'>its quite interesting to get to know weird stuff for da truth!&lt;br /&gt;yes, for the 'da vincci code' readers, pentacle is an interesting icon that was introduced at the very first episode.and the 1st symbol told. Actually i dont really believe in this supersticious shit at all! but curiousity kills man! i couldnt bear knowing nuthin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;pentacle, pagans, wicca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/pen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pentacle: The Pentacle is a flat disc upon which a pentagram (5-pointed star) is inscribed, along with any other symbols particular to a certain tradition. The pentacle represents the element of Earth, the Northern Quarter, and the Archangel Uriel (or Ariel). Items are placed upon a pentacle to be charged and consecrated. You can buy pentacles made of porcelain to use as trivets (heat-proof tiles), metal pentacles (Though many Wiccans choose to keep as much metal out of their circles as possible...there is scientific proof that the energy you draw is electromagnetic based, and metal can throw that energy off.), or even simple wooden pentacles with the pentagam engraved. Also, if you so choose, I have seen altar cloths sold with a pentacle printed directly on the cloth so you don't need a separate disc. I prefer the separate disc because when I consecrate salt to mix with the water, I pick up the disc to get as much into the chalice as possible without spills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/huwa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/pen2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/pen3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup! those are different decorations n types of pagans. and all of the resembles of sumthing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-115144475988015115?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/115144475988015115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=115144475988015115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115144475988015115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/115144475988015115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2006/06/pentacle.html' title='the pentacle'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18919940.post-113187634508056405</id><published>2005-11-13T11:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:52:05.879+03:00</updated><title type='text'>hOw dOes it LoOk liKe?</title><content type='html'>tOday's sO tiRing..&lt;br /&gt;after went for an open-house yesterday,went to KAPKC n pay a visit at fren's..not so much to say. just wanna xpress that i felt sumthing weird is goin' around but i still cant figure it out n cant smell the fat-cat!i dunno why i became less sensitiveness lately..it's like everything came in a bunch to me..and then dissapeared.than came another..n again vanished!&lt;br /&gt;i just felt odd&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/4%20some.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/4%20some.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da 4 decent gurls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/1600/100_1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/100_1227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hani &amp;amp; meryam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally we met eid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5004/1862/320/100_1232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18919940-113187634508056405?l=cococabbana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/feeds/113187634508056405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18919940&amp;postID=113187634508056405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/113187634508056405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18919940/posts/default/113187634508056405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cococabbana.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-does-it-look-like.html' title='hOw dOes it LoOk liKe?'/><author><name>eff the besh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922122034429596232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBLglNtg18I/Std9j8AxHBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/81zQso33UYU/S220/t192.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
