<?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-10846082</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:09:35.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ResiLience</title><subtitle type='html'>All I have to do
Is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms
Wondering what I've got to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me
I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn
Am I the only one who noticed?
I can't be the only one who's learned
I don't want to be</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MarinaRk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209744344660168701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/505975194_0faab3884a.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846082&amp;postID=111355037265710005&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846082/posts/default/111355037265710005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846082/posts/default/111355037265710005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-life-is-box-of-chocolatte.html' title='My life is a box of Chocolatte&apos;'/><author><name>MarinaRk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209744344660168701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/505975194_0faab3884a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846082.post-111289446769114180</id><published>2005-04-08T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T01:21:07.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M@rina'S all time Favourite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All time FAV songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marc Anthony 'MyBaby You'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joe 'I Wanna Know'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alicia Keys 'If I Ain't Got U'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Al Green 'Lets Stay Together'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aretha Franklin 'It Hurts Like Hell'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boyz to Men 'I'll Make Love to You'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Barbra Streisand &amp; Bryan Adams 'I Finally Found Someone'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clay Aiken 'The Way'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eamon 'Dont Want You Back'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tamia 'Officially Missing You'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gavin Degraw 'I Don't Want to Be'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jagged Edge 'All Out of Love'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keith Sweat 'Nobody'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LL Cool J 'Love You Better'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Los Lonely Boys 'Heaven'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Luther Vandross 'Dance with my Father'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boyz to Men 'A Song for Mama'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mario 'Let Me Love You'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marvin Gaye 'Aint No Mountain High Enough'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tamia feat Fabolous 'I'm so Into You'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Richard Marx 'Now &amp;amp; Forever'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ronan Keating 'When you Say Nothing at All'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Selena 'Dreaming of You'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Simple Plan "Perfect'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Simple Plan 'Welcome to My Life'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Staind 'Its Been Awhile'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Steve Curtis Chapman 'I'll Be Here'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Switchfoot 'Dare you to Move'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Killers 'Somebody Told Me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chaka Kahn 'Through the Fire'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Usher "Confessions'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Usher &amp; Alicia Keys 'My Boo'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yellowcard 'Only One'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whitney Houstan &amp;amp; Cece Winans 'Count on Me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mary J.Blige 'Not Gon' Cry'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blackstreet 'Dont' leave Me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Switchfoot 'Meant to Live'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Cardigans 'Erase &amp; Rewind'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesse Mcartney "Beautiful Soul'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Usher,Ludacris &amp;amp; Lil Jon 'Lovers &amp; Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846082-111289446769114180?l=marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com/feeds/111289446769114180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846082&amp;postID=111289446769114180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846082/posts/default/111289446769114180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846082/posts/default/111289446769114180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com/2005/04/mrinas-all-time-favourite.html' title='M@rina&apos;S all time Favourite'/><author><name>MarinaRk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209744344660168701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/505975194_0faab3884a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846082.post-111289286117514218</id><published>2005-04-08T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T00:56:45.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the THINGS your man WON't dO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hey, loveYou say you need someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;To be there for you To love you all night long, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;huhIt's kinda funny but I don't think you have to look no further&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Because I'm right here And I'm ready To do all the things your man won't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tell me what kind of man Would treat his woman so cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Treat you like you're nothin'When you're worth more than gold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Girl, to me you're like a diamondI love the way you shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A hundred million dollar treasure I'll give the world to make you mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;[La, la, la, la, la]I'll put a string a pearls right in your hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Make love on a beach of jet black sand Outside in the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;we can do it all night Out to tour the places he would not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And some you never knew would get you hot Nothin' is forbidden when we touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Baby, I wanna do All of the things your man won't do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'll do them for you (Whoa)Baby, I wanna do (Hey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;All of (All of) the things your man won't do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(Every little thing)I'll do them for you (Yeah)I'll take you out on a night cruise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;On a yacht, just can't lose??Cause we got a lot to look forward to1-2, what ya gonna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;What good is a diamond nobody can see it I hear he got you on lock down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But I got the master key, yeah[La, la, la, la, la]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'll light a thousand candles all around Show me to the subway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'll go down Nothin' can be sweeter than the sound of makin' love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Baby, when I start I just can't stopI'll love you from the bottom to the top &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Nothin' is forbidden when we touchBaby (Baby), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I wanna do (Hey...)All of the things your man won't do (Every little)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'll do them for you (Ooh...)Baby, I wanna do (I wanna do, yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;All of the things your man won't do (Oh)I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;'ll do them for you (Yeah)And oh...oh...yeah...yeah...oh, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh [La, la, la, la, la]I'll light a thousand candles all around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Show me to the subway, I'll go down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Nothin' can be sweeter than the sound of makin' love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Baby, when I start I just can't stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'll love you from the bottom to the top Nothin' is forbidden when we touch, ooh , yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Baby, I wanna do (Oh)All of the things your man won't do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(I'm gonna, I'm gonna, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'll do them for you (Ho)Baby (Baby), I wanna do (I wanna do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;All of the things your man won't do (And oh, yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'll do them for you Ooh, I got a jones in my bones for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;There ain't a damn thing that I won't do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'll make your body cream with my sex machine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I won't stop until I hear your mother screamBaby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I wanna do (I wanna do)All of the things your man won't do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(Whoa, oh, oh, ho, ah, yeah, yeah, hmm) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'll do them for youBaby, I wanna do (Wanna do) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;All of the things your man won't do (Yeah, whoa...whoa...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'll do them for you (I wanna do it for you, baby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Baby, I wanna do All of the (Oh, whoa) things your man won't do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'll do them for you Baby (Oh, yeah), I wanna do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;All of the things your man won't do (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'll do them for youBaby, I wanna do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;All of the things your man won't do I'll do them for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I really luv this song....i think its one of Joe's latest song, i 've been a fan of him for ages since his hit single came out..."I wanna know" totally luv this song.It makes me wonder where is this guy who's gonna make me happy like this song did..can any guy be as perfect as Joe??&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/10846082-111289286117514218?l=marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/505975194_0faab3884a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846082.post-111284695145661185</id><published>2005-04-07T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T15:25:42.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do we DeFINE beauty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beautiful,handsome,hunky,cute,drop-dead gorgeous,fine-ass chick..these are the words that come through my mind when i think of the vocabs in which people love to characterize someone based on their physical looks.Well how do we actually define the beauty of a person?Is it that we focus more on the physical outlook or the inner beauty(as in the personality,the goodness of the heart)?I know both of these 2 views sound cliche but we can't deny the fact that these 2 views(i would call it) are the vital perspectives in which people apply to define beauty.Personally i feel that these 2 views of physical outlook &amp; inner beauty are important in defining the beauty of a person.Both of these views must be balance with one another to achieve the solid definition of beauty.The problem is people tend to overlook both of these views by only paying attention to 1 of them(views) &amp;amp; the only possible &amp; so-called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'realistic'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; view is the physical outlook.The reason why i called it realistic is because physical outlook is what people see first when they meet someone &amp;amp; we can't help it when there is a beautiful woman or handsome man,off course we will automatically judge the person by his/her physical outlook.I won't deny the fact that it feels good to look at beautiful things but i believe it is &lt;strong&gt;not essential to survive on earth&lt;/strong&gt;.The problem with people's attitude &amp; perception of beauty is they tend or i would say they love to worship that particular beauty without actually considering other factors.It is when they get hit by a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'love tsunami'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;a href="mailto:marina@copywright"&gt;marina@copywright&lt;/a&gt;) which means the sappy heartbroken- got-dumped situation, that they realize beauty isn't everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now i'll enter to the harsher defintion of beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is so typical &amp;amp; cliche of people especially me when it somes to women/chicks. As long as the girls are slim and fair,it is considered gorgeous to the.well, i think thats lame &amp; super low minded! that is not the definition of beauty.Have they ask themselves whether features play an important role.A woman or a man may not have the overall beauty,nobody has, but certain features probably at their face is the imprtant factor in characterizing a beauty.To me, &lt;strong&gt;flat nose&lt;/strong&gt; is not pretty to me or  &lt;strong&gt;wide forehead&lt;/strong&gt;(no offense) but nonetheles he or she may have some other beauty qualities.The problem is there is no need to make a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fuss &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;how gorgeous that person is because no one is.Only Gos is beautiful.What we see are only temporary beauty which can make our eyes go blind.Nonetheless, there is no harm in aspiring those beautiful things and people to make ourselves a better person.Sometimes i don't understand how people characterize beaty.I feel sometimes people are just plain blind and say other people are beautiful just for the sake of saying.to me, to say a person is beautiful is when the physical features is just gorgeous plus with an excellent personality,it just makes the person totally gorgeous.I really hate the Malaysian Malay entertainment industry which is full of crap(not all) and full of untalented actors/singers who are wannabes.They are so hypocrite and basically they are assholes!! There is this show who portrays a stupid asshole girl acitng in a stupid production which has no purpose in life at all &amp; think she's a princess!! how odd &amp;amp; asshole is that!God i could talk for hours abt idiotic people but i choose to stop now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What i want to say is beauty isn't everything, people get hurt everyday because of beauty. And people please widened your scope and horizon when it somes to defining beauty because what exists now are so cliche &amp;amp; typical of people and society.I just can't stand this beauty-gorgeous thing when actually they look like horse or shit (my term).Thanks for reading if you do read**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.f3.yahoofs.com/users/41ad48cdze27a2b13/mail/__sr_/713c.jpg?phNB3XCBFVqVEKwx"&gt;http://us.f3.yahoofs.com/users/41ad48cdze27a2b13/mail/__sr_/713c.jpg?phNB3XCBFVqVEKwx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.f3.yahoofs.com/users/41ad48cdze27a2b13/mail/__sr_/bb97.jpg?phWB3XCBqL_OiULF"&gt;http://us.f3.yahoofs.com/users/41ad48cdze27a2b13/mail/__sr_/bb97.jpg?phWB3XCBqL_OiULF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846082-111284695145661185?l=marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com/feeds/111284695145661185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846082&amp;postID=111284695145661185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846082/posts/default/111284695145661185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846082/posts/default/111284695145661185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-do-we-define-beauty.html' title='How do we DeFINE beauty?'/><author><name>MarinaRk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209744344660168701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/505975194_0faab3884a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846082.post-111277216971051370</id><published>2005-04-06T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T15:22:49.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'thing' with poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If anybody realize in my blog i post a few poems in which personally i think touches my heart and many wouldn't have known that i' m not exactly the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'poetry'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; type of person.I prefer to express my feelings in a direct way but i don't hate poetry.Its just that i had some bad experiences with my lecturers when i learned poetry.What i understand from studying poetry is what we perceive,understand and analyse about poems are our own personal interpretation and it should be accepted as part of the learning process.Although i find it difficult at first to understand poetry bcoz of the style of language,but nonetheless it was interesting &amp; unique in its own way.Most importantly,the poets wrote their poems based on no rules &amp;amp; they wrote what they were feeling &amp; thinking about.But my so-called qualified lecturers especially this particular lecturer(a woman) did not seem to share the same idea of understanding poetry,she limit &amp;amp; restricted the scope of students' understanding &amp; analysing of poetry.It seems that she only wants her accepted interpretation &amp;amp; thats wrong.At least she should have the courtesy to discuss &amp; state what she wants in the so-called 'right' interpretation.Instead she cause a disaster in which it has affect my life in a certain way.So i had this perception of poetry is a waste of time.However,reading back all the excellent &amp; talented poems in literature,i can't help the fact that poerty is indeed a beautiful art of language &amp;amp; i should appreciate it as a student of English literature.The movie &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'A Love Song for Bobby Long'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; contains beautiful poems from &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;T.S Elliot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and it have inspired me to connect myself again with poetry.I'm so glad &amp;amp; happy that i'm able to appreciate poetry although it takes time for me to understand it(its been awhile since i studied poetry).Nonetheless, the few poems i have chosen to post in my blog are a good start for me to indulge myself more deeply into poetry.Who knows, i might write my own poems one day.&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/10846082-111277216971051370?l=marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com/feeds/111277216971051370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846082&amp;postID=111277216971051370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846082/posts/default/111277216971051370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846082/posts/default/111277216971051370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com/2005/04/thing-with-poetry.html' title='The &apos;thing&apos; with poetry'/><author><name>MarinaRk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209744344660168701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/505975194_0faab3884a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846082.post-111272030468619798</id><published>2005-04-06T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T00:58:24.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;A best friend is always there, whether you need advice, or a pep talk, or even a shoulder to cry on. A best friend listens with her heart and is always honest with you, even though the truth may not be what you want to hear. A best friend knows all your secrets, understands your fears shares your dreams. A best friend never stops believing in you even if you give up on yourself. you are that kind of friend to me. And no matter what happens, you always will be. You are my best friend.... my forever friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I dedicate this poem to my dear friend &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, who has been a great &amp; lovely friend during the years of our friendship.He is indeed a very smart &amp;amp; enthusiast person in which he is admired dearly.We've been through a lot during our studying years together &amp; he has helped me with great deal, never expecting any return for it.He is indeed a patience &amp;amp; humble person.We share a lot in common especially in achieving our dreams.This poem is simple yet very meaningful (at least to me) &amp; i dedicate this poem to &lt;em&gt;fir&lt;/em&gt; in remembering the memories of our friendship after the heartbroken &amp;amp; devastation we faced together which test our friendship to a limit in which both of us never expect it to be.&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/10846082-111272030468619798?l=marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com/feeds/111272030468619798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846082&amp;postID=111272030468619798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846082/posts/default/111272030468619798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846082/posts/default/111272030468619798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com/2005/04/best-friend.html' title='A Best Friend'/><author><name>MarinaRk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209744344660168701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/505975194_0faab3884a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846082.post-111271955730154706</id><published>2005-04-06T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T00:45:57.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Friendship by Emily Bronte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Love is like the wild rose-briar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Friendship like the holly-tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;But which will bloom most constantly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Its summer blossoms scent the air;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yet wait till winter comes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And who will call the wild-briar fair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And deck thee with the holly's sheen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;That, when December blights thy brow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;He may still leave thy garland green.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:history.go(-1);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846082-111271955730154706?l=marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com/feeds/111271955730154706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846082&amp;postID=111271955730154706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846082/posts/default/111271955730154706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846082/posts/default/111271955730154706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-and-friendship-by-emily-bronte.html' title='Love and Friendship by Emily Bronte'/><author><name>MarinaRk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209744344660168701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/505975194_0faab3884a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846082.post-111271933685410047</id><published>2005-04-06T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T00:42:16.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The fountains mingle with the river &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And the rivers with the ocean, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The winds of heaven mix for ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;With a sweet emotion;Nothing in the world is single,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All things by a law divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;In one another's being mingle?Why not I with thine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;See the mountains kiss high heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And the waves clasp one another;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No sister-flower would be forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If it disdain'd its brother;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And the sunlight clasps the earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And the moonbeams kiss the sea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What are all these kissings worth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If thou kiss not me?&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/10846082-111271933685410047?l=marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com/feeds/111271933685410047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846082&amp;postID=111271933685410047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Since there's not help, come let us kiss and part;&lt;br /&gt;Nay, I am done, you get no more of me;&lt;br /&gt;And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,&lt;br /&gt;That thus so cleanly I myself can free;&lt;br /&gt;Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,&lt;br /&gt;And when we meet at any time again,&lt;br /&gt;Be it not seen in either of our brows&lt;br /&gt;That we, one jot of former love retain.&lt;br /&gt;Now, at the last gasp of love's latest breath,&lt;br /&gt;When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies,&lt;br /&gt;When faith is kneeling by his bed of death,&lt;br /&gt;And innocence is closing up his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Now, if thou woulds't, when all have given him over,&lt;br /&gt;From death to life Thou might'st him yet recover.&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/10846082-111271890867168854?l=marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com/feeds/111271890867168854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846082&amp;postID=111271890867168854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846082/posts/default/111271890867168854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846082/posts/default/111271890867168854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com/2005/04/frewell-to-love-by-michael-drayton.html' title='F@rewell to Love by Michael Drayton'/><author><name>MarinaRk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00209744344660168701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/210/505975194_0faab3884a.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846082.post-111271840612047415</id><published>2005-04-06T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T00:26:46.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into My Own by Robert Frost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;One of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto the edge of doom. &lt;br /&gt;I should not be withheld but that some day Into their vastness I should steal away, Fearless of ever finding open land, Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand. &lt;br /&gt;I do not see why I should e'er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. &lt;br /&gt;They would not find me changed from him they knew-- Only more sure of all I thought was true. &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/10846082-111271840612047415?l=marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com/feeds/111271840612047415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846082&amp;postID=111271840612047415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846082/posts/default/111271840612047415'/><link rel='self' 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&amp;amp; fits what i feel about the people around me &amp; life as a whole itself.Its just great,if only words could describe how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I've got to do or who I'm supposed to be I don't want to be anything other than me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This chorus is just what my feelings are about &amp;amp; i don't expect people to understand me or this song,its just an expression of mind.I don't care about what people think or say, what i'm aware of is Gavin's I Dont Want to Be is a great piece of music in the 21st century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I don't need to be anything otherThan a prison guard's sonI don't need to be anything otherThan a specialist's sonI don't have to be anything otherThan the birth of two souls in onePart of where I'm goingis knowing where I'm coming fromI don't want to beAnything other than what I've been trying to be latelyAll I have to doIs think of me and I have peace of mindI'm tired of looking 'round roomsWondering what I've got to doOr who I'm supposed to beI don't want to be anything other than meI'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turnI'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turnI'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turnAm I the only one who noticed?I can't be the only one who's learnedI don't want to beAnything other than what I've been trying to be latelyAll I have to doIs think of me and I have peace of mindI'm tired of looking 'round roomsWondering what I've got to doOr who I'm supposed to beI don't want to be anything other than meCan I have everyone's attention please?If you're not like this and thatyou're gonna have to leaveI came from the mountainThe crust of creationMy whole situtaion-made from clay to stoneAnd now I'm telling everybodyI don't want to beAnything other that what I've been trying to be latelyAll I have to doIs think of me and I have peace of mindI'm tired of looking 'round roomsWondering what I've got to doOr who I'm supposed to beI don't want to be anything other than meI don't want to be &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/10846082-111271687652725417?l=marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marinarahmankoya.blogspot.com/feeds/111271687652725417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846082&amp;postID=111271687652725417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846082/posts/default/111271687652725417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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