The Kabaw Valley is a highland valley in northern Burma (Myanmar), western Sagaing division. The valley is the home of a number of ethnic minorities including the Zo, the Mizo, the Kadu and the Kanan.
Kabaw valley historically was the border region between Burma and the Manipur Kingdom. It first came under Burmese rule in 1560 when Toungoo Dynasty made Manipur a tributary state. The region belonged to Burma until the early 18th century when it was occupied by Manipur. Starting in 1724, the Manipuris began frequent raids of Upper Burma until 1749. The Konbaung Dynasty recovered the valley in 1756, and made Manipur a tributary once more by 1758. Manipur remained a rebellion-prone tributary, prompting the Burmese to send expeditions in 1764–1765, 1768–1770, and 1775–1782. Manipur again became a Burmese tributary in 1814, and was annexed in 1819 after a rebellion.
After the First Anglo-Burmese War (1824–1826), Burma ceded Manipur to the British but the exact border remained in dispute. The British claimed the entire Kabaw valley. However, in 1830, the British, with the assistance of Henry Burney, agreed that Kabaw valley was not part of historical Manipur, and redrew the border in favor of the Burmese. Nonetheless, some in Manipur still claim that the Kabaw Valley belongs in Manipur.
Kabaw, Kabao or Cabao (Arabic: كاباو) is a town in the Nalut District in northwestern Libya. It lies just 9 kilometres (6 mi) off of the Gharyan–Nalut road and about 70 kilometres (43 mi) west of Jadu, on the northern edge of the Tripolitanian Plateau in the Nafusa Mountains.
Historically, Kabaw was a Berber town in the Ghadames administrative area. After World War II, it was occupied by the French military and governed from Tunisia. It was returned to Libyan control in 1951.
Kabaw is home to the ghurfas or "Ksar Kabaw" a Berber hilltop village-fort, now abandoned. The ghurfas is built mainly of rock, gypsum and adobe, with doors made of palm wood.
The Spring Qsar Festival is held in April almost every year.
cop a feel for all your sins
don't get too excited suck down ritalin
fake an interest
seven inch penny for your soul
and it's not worth it
runnin' from myself
i don't even know why
cutting out your paper friends
paper doesn't last
it burns it burns it burns
camouflage is on the rise
you're not fashion conscious
you're acid washed you're acid wasshd
runnin' from myself
i don't even know why
carbonated blonde
couture drunken hands will kill your pimp
and make you whore de jour
you're worth more dead than alive
I am not gonna to die here
i don't even know why