<?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-30198954</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:21:58.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mybeeswax</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimbee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimbee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thekimbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855244979483950789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30198954.post-115115658090310897</id><published>2006-06-24T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T06:45:51.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello i'm back!&lt;br /&gt;i know you havent missed me, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i am from now on, dedicating this blog solely to the NEW love of my life&lt;br /&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/6394/3233/320/kaka%21.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/6394/3233/320/normal_kaka04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ricardo izecson dos santos leite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(better known as KAKA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt his name just give you chills up and down your spine? how absolutely exotic, how sexy, how darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what girls, HES MINE.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if hes attacking midfielder for AC MILAN, or for that little tiny insignificant detail of him being married to caroline celico (brazilian socialite, born in sao paolo, daughter of celine celico who is the face of christian dior brazil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;in my MIND, kaka is MINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that alot of things are possible in my mind. in my mind, i have a villa in milan chock full of chocolates, in my mind a certain young singaporean singer is 16 and not 15, in my mind the twin towers has never been bombed, thus george bush never went on a crazed rampage to uncover weapons of mass destruction in iraq, which nearly led america into bankruptcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my mind, i can eat an entire plate of chicken rice, a bowl of piping hot mouth watering laksa, 3 roti prata kosong, 5 roti prata egg and down it all with an enormous cup of milo dinosaur and teh chino daily and have a jessica alba figure. whoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my mind, i am the pintairiaro (is that how you spell it? that official or something) of the fifa world cup, and i get access to the brazilian changing room, the hotel they stay at, and kaka's training, dining, shopping, walking, shitting, peeing, sleeping, and breathing schedule.&lt;br /&gt;i shall stalk him to the ends of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my darling kaka, please trade very hot svelte caroline celico for this overweight pimplefaced teenager who is very painstakingly typing out her deepest feeling for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, thats another of those very elusive and tricky things that only happen in my said mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well till next time then. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm going to get ready to send a mind bomb full of not only potential nuclear power but anthrax to caroline celico. here george bush, you've found your weapons of mass destruction afterall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30198954-115115658090310897?l=thekimbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thekimbee.blogspot.com/feeds/115115658090310897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30198954&amp;postID=115115658090310897' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198954/posts/default/115115658090310897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30198954/posts/default/115115658090310897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thekimbee.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-im-back-i-know-you-havent-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>thekimbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855244979483950789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
