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    <title>La Di Da La Di Da</title>
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    <description>Is It Coz I'm Cool?</description>
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      <title>Malas Mode</title>
      <link>http://isitcozimcool.blogdrive.com/archive/80.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 01:47:02 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Overheard at AlGuardia:
Flight attendant: ... And if you do require anything during this flight, simply press the button located above your head. Do not approach the galley, as it scares the hell out of me and I am not emotionally prepared to handle that today.
OMG! Pengsan laughing! ahahahahaha.
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Hmm.. I havent blogged for a considerable amount of mine. Technically, Its because I have been busy and also lazy. 
urgh. my writing skills have already gone to the dumpster. Did I just write dumpster? What the hell!! I'm technically clueless. So instead of just writing about how my life... (more)</description>
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      <title>PS: I Love You</title>
      <link>http://isitcozimcool.blogdrive.com/archive/79.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 02:41:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Sweetheart,
It makes me sad to see you rushing around.
These few days I have been thinking about you, so I sought your situation.
You sounded tired.  You sounded depressed. One thing for sure, you looked professional but so haggard in my eyes. 
But you try to hide it with anger. 
I for one however could sense it. It has been 5 years, but I still could perceive you.
Perhaps, because I have seen you at your best.
Time did not allow us to say more.
But if I was given to extend time, I would have hugged you and tell you that everything will be fine.
That being a millionare would solve... (more)</description>
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      <title>A story...</title>
      <link>http://isitcozimcool.blogdrive.com/archive/78.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 05:23:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&quot;dont get it. Balls I tell you. balls!&quot; -I-
&quot;apa cakap pasal balls nie hun?&quot; -him-
&quot;Balls!&quot; -I-
&quot;OK. You can quit acting all tough. Its just you and me.&quot; -Him-
&quot;But its BALLS!!! There is no such thing as relaxing during the holidays!&quot; -I-
&quot;You can cry on my shoulder.&quot; -Him-
&quot;No! I am not going to cry. Why do you think Im going to cry.?&quot; -I-
&quot;Because when you get mad , you will cry.&quot; -Him-
&quot;Fuck that. I wish they'll just leave me alone for at least a week. this is a freaking vacation!!!&quot; -I-
Silence. 
&quot;Want Baskin Robbins ice cream? We can get Macademia and you can talk it over with... (more)</description>
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      <title>why?</title>
      <link>http://isitcozimcool.blogdrive.com/archive/75.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 01:37:36 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I woke up crying. 
My body was shaking, and honest to God, I dont even remember why I was in such state. 
I was in his office, waiting for him to get back from his late night meeting, and I guess I fell asleep on the sofa. 
So I got up to get a glass of water in the small fridge. Inside my head, I wondered what was the significance of the dream which leant to my wrecking self. 
He came back about a quarter to 11, looking tired. 
&quot;I should go.&quot; i said. I thought he needed some rest from the look of it.
&quot;OH COME ON. TAK KAN TUNGGU KEJAP PUN TAK BOLEH&quot; his voice rose.
Shocked, I screamed... (more)</description>
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      <title>Pent up Anger</title>
      <link>http://isitcozimcool.blogdrive.com/archive/77.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 02:26:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I HAD A LOUIS VUITTON BAG IN MY HAND, AND SOMEONE WAS WILLING TO PAY FOR IT, AND I FORBID HIM TO DO SO. 
AM I FREAKING STUPID OR WHAT? URGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. 
SOMETIMES I HATE MYSELF FOR BEING TOO CALCULATIVE.
BENCI BENCI BENCI BENCI! WHY CANT I JUST LET HIM PAY FOR IT, AND THINK OF IT AS A PRESENT FROM SOMEONE WHO FANCIES ME? WHY? 
WHY DID  I NOT THINK THAT OH MAN... HE FANCIES ME AND SO DIA NAK BELIKAN HADIAH! 
WHY DO I HAVE TO BLOODY THINK &quot;SOD IT. DONT TAKE EXPENSIVE GIFTS FROM A MAN YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO ATTACHMENTS WITH&quot;
IS IT BECAUSE I AM A FEMALE CHAUVINIST?... (more)</description>
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      <title>Lurvley</title>
      <link>http://isitcozimcool.blogdrive.com/archive/76.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 00:24:28 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I Love Weekends.
If I could embrace them, I would NEVER let go. 
Anyway, I'm feeling a bit under the weather. Been getting sorethroats and fevers. Urgh. 
Received some forward emails from acquaintances and got one about some native Africans getting their Virginity Certificates by having white dots or lines on their foreheads.
This is tres weird I dig but errr... Ohkies. Basically, the pictures stated that the chicks will spread their legs *IN PUBLIC* and then some women, which I assume are the virgin checkers *hehe*, will visually detect the hymen. Dont ask, I dont even know how a hymen... (more)</description>
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      <title>Sweet</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 15 Nov 2007 00:20:33 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>&quot;Whats wrong&quot; you asked.
&quot;Nothing&quot;
&quot;There is something wrong.&quot;
&quot;Nothing.&quot;
&quot;hmmm...&quot;
&quot;Nothing's wrong...&quot;
&quot;You're not being yourself.&quot;
&quot;Nothing.&quot;
&quot;Stop saying nothing.&quot;
&quot;Fine.&quot;
Beach, sand, moonlight, zinger. Hah!
&quot;I want to swim.&quot; you said.
&quot;Why? Its night. No one is around to help if something bad happen.&quot;
&quot;You're here right?&quot; you smiled.
&quot;Yeah but I cant swim.&quot;
Regardless, you stripped and I was, once again, in awe of your drop dead slick gorgeous body. How can a stomach be so defined, I have absolutely no clue. Your tummy looked as if packs of cubes were stacked on top of... (more)</description>
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      <title>VFDGSDFF</title>
      <link>http://isitcozimcool.blogdrive.com/archive/73.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2007 05:53:43 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I have been practising not to laugh too much. Sebab dari kecik my dad always advises 
&quot;Kalau banyak ketawa, nanti nanges&quot;
Which basically is a true fact. Happens all the time with me. So I choose to follow this. 
But then again, I randomly forgot to do what preached upon me. *among other things*
Yesternight, I was yakking a lot, coupled with tons of laughing, the kind of laughter that even scares the wildest of hyenas. 
Today, I cried. 
The kind of cry that broke my pride.
Inside of me, I knew that God made this happen in order to make me repent. But because &quot;aku cinta dunia&quot;, I cried... (more)</description>
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      <title>Rant!</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 01:54:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>While Im typing this, my eyes are blurry. 
Had just finished reading this blog entry ((click!) and damn it. I just felt so sayu. 
*sigh*
There are times when I felt that living the way my life is worthless. All the money, the cars, the houses, the trips seemed futile. But I need them, you see? Thats how I see my life. 
I think I have reread that blog post three times already. There are basically three things that caught my attention:
(1) Our Prophet, Rasullulah. 
(2) Bashir, the kid.
Rasullulah: 
Now, the first one. I so want to meet Rasullulah. If i had lived during his period, I'd... (more)</description>
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      <title>Cherry Merry</title>
      <link>http://isitcozimcool.blogdrive.com/archive/71.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2007 02:23:53 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Hola!~
I was in quite a foul mood this morning because I slept late. Then again, I chose to have a iamgoingtosmilealottodayandsobeit mood! yeay. People always say to only way to survive life is how you view it personally. Right? 
So, I realised that the HAPPIEST moments in my life were the times in U.K. So I went back to my other blog account and reread my life. *sounds weird, I dig*. With the exception of the bastard and the one night thingie, I was fine and dandy. How ridiculously inane I was though. hahaha. 
So... *berapa byk so laaaaa*&amp;lt; i have decided that I will DO SOMETHING COOL... (more)</description>
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