<?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-3391883372130998790</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:42:33.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memo kabon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memokabon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391883372130998790/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memokabon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>memo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002230045096628832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-oem7MSVDg/SnKVNUesrQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WuUNk4HAncI/S220/cdn1.applatform.com.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391883372130998790.post-4311865692143590600</id><published>2009-08-04T01:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T02:18:19.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-oem7MSVDg/Snf5i1qey8I/AAAAAAAAABI/oYnOlqsoqvo/s1600-h/download8.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-oem7MSVDg/Snf5i1qey8I/AAAAAAAAABI/oYnOlqsoqvo/s320/download8.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366031857951361986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Today's weather ain't smiling with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; For the first time since i got my son, i've had a sleepless night, why did he have to wait till he's 1yr to start waking up at ungodly hours to play. Everyone was dead asleep, while my son and i were up 'playing'.......well i was half asleep pretending to be playing. Finally sleep got the best of me and i left him mumbling to himself and soon he followed suit because i found him sprawled across the bed, his foot almost in my mouth....well thats the joy of parenthood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This last sunday i decided to go treat my small family for some nyama choma and i discovered the best place yet to have meat, pynts in buruburu shopping centre, the meat is to die for. Anyway, as we are downing our drinks waiting for the meal, my sister gets this genious idea of giving my son a taste of some brown bottle and he kinda enjoyed it coz he licked his lips and grabbed her hand demanding for more.......well at the end of it all we were all like....'good boy!!!' mmm, &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/3391883372130998790-4311865692143590600?l=memokabon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memokabon.blogspot.com/feeds/4311865692143590600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memokabon.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391883372130998790/posts/default/4311865692143590600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391883372130998790/posts/default/4311865692143590600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memokabon.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm!!!!!!'/><author><name>memo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002230045096628832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-oem7MSVDg/SnKVNUesrQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WuUNk4HAncI/S220/cdn1.applatform.com.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m-oem7MSVDg/Snf5i1qey8I/AAAAAAAAABI/oYnOlqsoqvo/s72-c/download8.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391883372130998790.post-3457171349923916911</id><published>2009-08-03T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T06:50:51.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first dormans' experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-oem7MSVDg/SnbqtMIEqkI/AAAAAAAAABA/d-FEQTZ4VfU/s1600-h/StrawberryDipped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-oem7MSVDg/SnbqtMIEqkI/AAAAAAAAABA/d-FEQTZ4VfU/s320/StrawberryDipped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365734068128623170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Am from a small village in rongai called roret and although i've been in nairobi since 2003, there are somethings that i haven't had a chance to try out. To make matters worse i now work in an engineering field and the only time i get to interact with people is when am going for a site visit and its the fundis i meet. So don't blame me for my 'backward ways' but am trying........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;So it's just this past friday evening and instead of being on my way home ' quite exciting.....just to prove how slow my life is', anyway am stuck in a site at Karen and its freezing cold, my fingers were almost turning blue.......fortunately my jaluo boss offers to but us some coffee from Dormans in Karen,.....the whole time i was sooo thankful to my lucky stars coz Karen was soooo far away from my humble house in umo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;As we arrive in Karen shopping centre it dawns on me that i really had no clue on what to order.....how many types of coffees are there......omg am so going to embarass my boss and most of all myself infront of all the high and mighty consultants.......so am chanting under my breathe 'God help' until we reach the counter and people start ordering, and they are rapping their orders out that i couldn't even dub their orders.....the only time i've been to a coffee house was java some years back and we were sooo broke we only ordered for house coffee....anyway its my turn to order and i say ' same as his' with as much sophistication as i could muster, anyway i don't think anyone noticed my awarkdness and if they did they didn't show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;All in all, i've vowed to be popping into these coffee joints, it clubs and all once in while so that i don't get caught offguard and most of all to take note of the menus..................with time i'llbe ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3391883372130998790-3457171349923916911?l=memokabon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memokabon.blogspot.com/feeds/3457171349923916911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memokabon.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-dormans-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391883372130998790/posts/default/3457171349923916911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391883372130998790/posts/default/3457171349923916911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memokabon.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-dormans-experience.html' title='My first dormans&apos; experience'/><author><name>memo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002230045096628832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-oem7MSVDg/SnKVNUesrQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WuUNk4HAncI/S220/cdn1.applatform.com.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m-oem7MSVDg/SnbqtMIEqkI/AAAAAAAAABA/d-FEQTZ4VfU/s72-c/StrawberryDipped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391883372130998790.post-3841314196859757258</id><published>2009-07-31T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:48:07.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitions of poop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, nobody judge me, as this is my very first virgin blog, i thought i'll come out with a silly, funny and memorable one. It all came to me one boring afternoon while at my desk, so i open i new tab and wonder....'what do i google, mmmmm......why not poop' and walla!! i come across this wonderful and most funny article that got me laughing so hard the whole afternoon. Hope it will bring tears to your eyes as y'all go thro it...Enjoy!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghost Poop&lt;/span&gt;: The kind where you feel the Poop come out, but there is no Poop in the toilet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Clean Poop&lt;/span&gt;: The kind where you Poop it out, see it in the toilet, but there's nothing on the paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wet  Poop&lt;/span&gt;: The kind where you wipe your butt 50 times and it still feels un-wiped, so you have to put some toilet paper between your butt and your underwear so you don't ruin them with a stain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Second Wave  poop&lt;/span&gt;: This happens when you're done Pooping and you've pulled your pants up to your knees, and you realize that you have to Poop some more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;POP-A-VEIN-IN-YOUR-FOREHEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;D-Poop&lt;/span&gt;: The kind where you strain so much to get it out, you practically have a stroke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LINCOLN LOG Poop&lt;/span&gt;: The kind of Poop that is so huge you're afraid to flush without first breaking it into little pieces with the toilet brush.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;GASSEY Poop&lt;/span&gt;: It's so noisy, everyone within earshot giggles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DRINKER Poop&lt;/span&gt;: The kind of Poop you have the morning after a night of drinking. Its most noticeable trait is the skid marks on the bottom of the toilet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CORN Poop&lt;/span&gt;: (Self-explanatory)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; GEE-I-WISH-I-COULD-Poop-Po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;op&lt;/span&gt;: The kind where you want to Poop, but all you do is set on the toilet and fart a few times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SPINAL TAP Poop&lt;/span&gt;: This is when it hurts so badly coming out you'd swear it was leaving you sideways.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WET CHEEKS Poop&lt;/span&gt;: (The Power Dump). The kind that comes out of your butt so fast, your butt cheeks get splashed with water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LIQUID Poop&lt;/span&gt;: The kind where yellowish-brown liquid shoots out of your butt and splashes all over the toilet bowl.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;UPPER CLASS Poop&lt;/span&gt;: The kind of Poop that has no odor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THE SURPRISE Poop&lt;/span&gt;: You are not at the toilet because you think you are about to fart but...oops...a&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Poop!!! THE DANGLING Poop&lt;/span&gt;: This Poop refuses to drop into the toilet even though you know you are done Pooping it. You just pray that a shake or two will cut it loose. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_center"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2113208&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=102704249493&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;auser=0&amp;amp;oid=102704249493&amp;amp;id=584075681"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs155.snc1/5774_106211695681_584075681_2113208_7905094_a.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;hehehe....too much chilly or wat??!!!&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/3391883372130998790-3841314196859757258?l=memokabon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memokabon.blogspot.com/feeds/3841314196859757258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memokabon.blogspot.com/2009/07/definitions-of-poop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391883372130998790/posts/default/3841314196859757258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3391883372130998790/posts/default/3841314196859757258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memokabon.blogspot.com/2009/07/definitions-of-poop.html' title='Definitions of poop'/><author><name>memo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05002230045096628832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m-oem7MSVDg/SnKVNUesrQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WuUNk4HAncI/S220/cdn1.applatform.com.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
