tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12665960413543021582024-03-20T10:25:23.241+01:00story of the [year]Everyone have their experiences and what we do with it is totally up to us. Some store it secrets others share it with friends and turn it into laughs or life lessons. I've found what to with mine- write them as stories and give it to the world...these are my stories of the [year]Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger343125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-49607726384550034982016-06-12T12:06:00.000+01:002016-06-12T12:06:26.288+01:00ONCE IS ENOUGH<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The image above (and I hope it is above) if from the 2013 biographical movie RUSH. Spoiler warning: All his life, James Hunt drove himself to become the Fomular 1 champion and he made it, once. After becoming World Champion, he did not feel motivated to repeat it. It felt like he became too satisfied and there was the point of winning it twice. I know at this point you probably feel that this is a motivational piece, and maybe it is. You see, I feel like James Hunt and his Fomular 1 glory when it comes to s%x. It doesn't matter how long I get you, once I have you once it is enough.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I probably mentioned it once, a vague statistics of girls I slept with based on freqency will probable look like the table below. What that means is my S%xual Law of Diminishing Returns is waaaay to fast.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">By the way, it is in percentage, so do not add up the numbers and assume...anyway, it could be 5 girls I have had s%x with or 5,000, the stats shows statistics (some still won't get it).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have decided to consciously work on this anomaly <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(techn</span></span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">ically speaking the stats is OK for a bachelor)</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and bang more girls more than three separate</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> days to change the flow of the stats and maybe I will find a wife.<---something feels wrong with this statement.</span></div>
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at that Gbagada U-turn bridge…few metres after the Mobil filling station on
Saturday (June 4) at about 10:30pm.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It
was surreal because of two reasons. First, I had escaped an attempt twice at
that same spot and I had mentioned to my friend, who was behind the wheels, to
be careful as we approached the bridge. As he drove up the bridge, I spotted a Jeep parked at the centre of the bridge and two cars drove slowly behind
us. The Jeep with registration number AAA856CN began to reverse
(awkwardly) and I had a lucky guess. I opened the door to run down the bush
path by the side of the bridge but had not turn back. Maybe stupidity but I
could not leave my guy behind.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Four men
fully armed descended on us, shoved us in the back seat, and one of them drove
our car. They kept ranting threats…”Kill! Money!! Now!!! Those sorts of
things.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The Lexus jeep drove behind my
car and we began a tour of Lagos Mainland. Anyway, we were robbed- phones stolen
and the armed robbers drove to the new GTbank at Ilupeju, along Ikorodu Road to
withdraw the funds in my account.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">One of
them</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">walked into the ATM to empty the
account boldly. Their next destination was Surulere, driving aimlessly (I
thought) because they had no idea what to do with us after they stole all we
had and the fuel level was low. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">They spotted
an unlucky chic driving a white jeep alone on the bridge heading to Jibowu. By
the way, they drove pass police checkpoints several times without being stopped
#justSaying. Back to the chic in a white jeep, my car was used to obstruct hers
and their Jeep parked behind her to box her in. The four guys in my car ran
out and the same scenario I witnessed about two hours ago played out with the
girl as the victim (Yes! We were with them for almost two hours…long story and
dispense errors). They abandoned my friend and I in the car and zoomed off with
their new victim. The guy that I supposed was their leader threw my key out of
the window as they drove off. That was about 12:20am</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I had this nasty headache as my
head was hit earlier with the butt of a gun as I drove home…it was a state of
disbelief. The next morning, I decided to report to the police station at Ifako
and spotted a UBA debit card where one of the armed robbers sat- SAHEED BOLAJI
5199 1101 ****1419. I assumed it must be for one of them. On my way to the
station, I felt this was an easy case for the police to crack. I had the
registration number of the car that obstructed me in the first place; one of
the robbers used the ATM which must have taken his picture, and now a debit
card which might belong to any of them. One of these three variables would be a
lead… I thought<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">(Not)surprising the officers that
attended to me at Ifako police station made me feel like I wasted my time to
report the case. First, I was talked to as if it was my fault. Imagine this
stupid question, “Why do you walk around with your ATM card, don’t you know
that you are setting yourself up?” At
that moment I had no tolerance for BS and my friend was in that same boat. As a
Nigerian, I replied the question with another question. “The value of any debit
card is the amount in the account which might not be up to N30,000 but most
people’s phones are more expensive than
their bank balance, does that mean they should leave their phones at home?” My
intention was to pen my statement and move ahead. The officer behind the
counter opened his mouth and demand N5,000 to file the case. He posed a threat
that if the owner of the debit card reports it stolen before I file my report
that I might be in serious trouble. I will have to explain how it got to my
possession and it will appear I reported the case because I had to exonerate
myself (that kin BS). I had to remind him the reason I was there and that my
account was emptied. I had to ask, “do you expect me to steal N5,000?” He reduced
the amount to N2,000 as if it was a favour. They were damn serious to receive
this amount until a mutual friend at the station paid.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Inspector and he responded that there was nothing he could do because
investigation will take time and money, and if I had both I should come to the
station. His attempt was to convince me with his countenance that that was the
end of the case and I should count my loss and thank God I was alive. I am grateful
to be alive but the point these criminals have to be stopped because their activities
have become rampant with careless regard. I was born and breed in Gbagada and
it can reoccur and involve someone that I know.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> I mean, investigation is not hard (is it) if
there is effort. For instance, it is possible the vehicle used to rob me was
stolen but at least identify the owner. All the police had to do was log in on
FRSC website (<a href="http://www.nvisng.org/NumberPlateVerification.aspx">http://www.nvisng.org/NumberPlateVerification.aspx</a>)
to determine the owner. At least, from the platform available to the public the
feedback was “<b><span style="background: white; color: green; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Number Plate is valid and
assigned to N/A Lexus Rx 330</span>” </b>On their platform you get the
owner’s information and this is less than a minute (even if your network is as
slow as …) Next was to approach GTbank for ATM CCTV footage, the last
withdrawal was at 12:01am June 5<sup>th</sup> and we can obtain the robber’s
image. The inspector’s response to this suggestion was “So what should I do
with the picture because I don’t recognise him or do you recognise him?” In
this day and age of social media, someone will recognise him. The UBA debit
card left in my car was also pushed aside, “since they don’t know the owner”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It sucks really, because this
will keep happening and we are place in a position to rather inform our
relatives and friends to be careful rather than the police. By the way, I feel
for whosoever buys my stolen phone Samsung phone. Stealing phones nowadays
is similar to stealing GPS, you will get caught.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-921451248887539202015-11-28T08:13:00.000+01:002015-11-28T08:16:23.285+01:00CAUSE YOU CAN: POWER OF CONTEXT: SUGARBELLY<div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif, sans-serif;">CAUSE YOU CAN</span></div><div><div><br></div><div>4k the title, this isn't a motivational piece but a piece of my mind on people who exploit others because they can by virtue of...life. The beauty of life is everyone has a unique role to play, and the ugly aspect of that script is that some people's role is to be a subordinate (or lesser in status) to another individual in order to achieve [balance]. Now imagine the other individual is a dick head. A dick head you have to work/date/interact with in order not to blow your job...or whatever. We can only hope that if we find ourselves in the later position, we do not get exploited. So we pray for a good boss or an understanding spouse. However, the person who is "superior" pray the status quo remain. Trust me, even your boss won't want you to be their boss. I try to assume why certain [wicked] people act the way they do and that takes me back to a thought I once discussed somewhere in this blog. </div><div><br></div><div>I learnt early in life two opposing reasons we do things. First, because we can and secondly because we need it. I learnt that from the random girls I met and that I saw an opportunity to smash. It kinda comes with a don feeling, meet a chic, chat her up, get her naked...orgasm. The cycle continued until a point I realized that I didn't need to smash every girl that presented herself, I only did it because I could. It was the innate craving of man to seize every opportunity and acquire everything, even those things not needed. That's why a millionaire wants to be billionaire while a billionaire wants to rule the world. The same insatiable feeling to become the President after years of being a Governor. It is also the same feeling to exploit an individual who had given you heart, body, and soul...because you can 'cause you definitely don't need it. </div><div><br></div><div>This takes me to @Sugarbelly ...</div><div>POWER OF CONTEXT</div><div>This lady once referred to me as ignorant on my own blog. PAUSE...</div><div><br></div><div>That sentence will no doubt create an opinion. It could be positive or negative opinion about her to just label an individual [like me] "ignorant". Fact is whatever your opinion is, it would be baseless until you understood the context she referred to me as ignorant. The importance of context is sooo powerful that we will NEVER understand ourselves and the people around us until we accept that fact. </div><div><br></div><div>An example I use to explain the importance to friends is the concept of personal space or proxemic rules. For instance, If you were to stand by the roadside and someone walks towards you. The person stands close to you shoulder-to-shoulder, you might be a bit uncomfortable and decide to take steps back BUT if you were to be inside a public bus with the same person standing so close, you might not even be aware of their presence. It is still the same act with only difference being context. Another instance a lady hears "let me examine your breast". She might resist if the person is a stranger [lawyer] than if the stranger is a doctor. That's why I do not attempt to "change" people. Instead, I attempt to change the environment [context] to the one that will make them do the things I want. </div><div><br></div><div>While environment is a strong factor in changing context, the strongest is abstract- our emotions. Either positive or negative, emotions make us do things we won't [normally] do. Things we can't explain with logic like why Romeo and Juliet commit suicide [silly teenagers]. </div><div><br></div><div>I read opinions about @Sugarbelly's... narration of how a guy she once loved took advantage of her. I won't refer to it as confession because she always talked about it but the only difference was she finally decided to mention names. My own observation, especially with people who discredit her or attempt to shame her is that they applied logic and not explore the context to understand her view. Her narration was probably read as "50 Shades of Audu". </div><div><br></div><div>I remember one of my friends back in school. The guy was a ladies man and had a naive chic all over him...The girl was down and ready to do whatever he wanted. He even smashed her once while we were in the same room...and this was supposed to be his girlfriend. So I am quite familiar with girls having a "I have to satisfy my guy mentality" even when being exploited.</div><div><br></div><div> I will go with @Sugarbelly on this one and the reason is simple, her pain is just too real. I told a colleague at work she had been on this for years to fake it and even if she did she gets A for Effort. Plus, she tackles anyone who write stuffs that seems they took advantage of a female. So that's what earned me "ignorant". </div><div><br></div><div>With that said...</div><div><br></div><div>Any relationship that won't make you a better person is slave trade. </div><div><br></div></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-51475072599744420392015-07-15T01:51:00.001+01:002015-07-15T01:57:07.428+01:00Begin with no Excuse in Mind<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-63725012752742743402015-07-12T10:17:00.001+01:002015-07-12T10:17:05.558+01:00How Not To Date<div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Everyday you are going to meet people, men that you might not be certain of their intention apart from what they say...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div>As much as it will be unwise to give all a try, I will suggest you narrow your attention to the ones you are interested in...</div><div><br></div><div>Even when you meet someone you have interest in, I will suggest that you do not think through the relationship in your head prior to things happening...</div><div><br></div><div>Do not create (false) ex<span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">pectations. You already know what happens when you daydream of a family with a guy that hasn't proposed </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div>Trust your instinct at times, and when in doubt- don't </div><div><br></div><div>I understand you tell me certain things because you have doubts but there are 3 main reasons I am not in any position to help effectively...</div><div><br></div><div>1. Whatever you tell me about the guys is based on your subjective opinion.</div><div><br></div><div>2. You usually leave the important details out and that makes it difficult to see the big picture.</div><div><br></div><div>3. You never listen </div><div><br></div><div>...only when it is convenient for you. </div><div><br></div><div>You need to making friends out of the guys you meet. You make a mistake of giving the guy's "titles" like "prospect", "boyfriend", "the one"...</div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">and you relate with them based on those titles</span></div><div><br></div><div>Take [your ex] for instance, he became a boyfriend without being a friend first...</div><div><br></div><div>That's why it is difficult for you guys to remain friends when you take the title away</div><div><br></div><div>Even the subsequent guys you met, you rather give them double promotion to boyfriend before they become friends...and that's why it's difficult to justify to yourself why you should consider them</div><div>So when you meet a guy, before you grant them titles please make them friends first </div><div><br></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-42590439464232441672015-04-25T13:27:00.000+01:002015-04-25T13:30:22.780+01:003 Important Experiences you Need for a Healthy Relationship- Experience 1<div><br></div><div>Relationship is like education. In education, an individual needs to acquire the knowledge of a particular or several disciplines to aid the mastery of what was taught. This acquisition process is usually in stages and it could span decades. That's why is unusual to be awarded a Ph.d on the first day of elementary school. I believe people need to have such acquisition process in relationships. The knowledge to understand relationships is not in the classroom but rather in experiences. </div><div><br></div><div>A lot of people are in messed up relationships. The become messed up themselves after the relationship is...over. At that moment, some wonder what went wrong, who was wrong, and ask "I can't believe I could be that stupid/gullible?"</div><div><br></div><div>Relationships are complicated [at times] but it is not rocket science. I observed people that suffer withdrawal symptoms aftermath of a wrecked relationship lacked 3 main experiences. I know that the acquisition of these experiences will boost the self esteem and confidence of anyone in and out of the relationship. </div><div><br></div><div>Experience 1: To have a strong affection towards someone that doesn't feel the same way. </div><div>This experience is acquired early in life and mostly by guys. Such guys developed such attraction towards someone and got turned down in the most humiliating way ever. I don't include crush on celebrities, but people we are accessible to. </div><div>The knowledge acquired is that not everyone is for everybody. The individual realise that the love for another does not translate to the feeling being reciprocated. You either become friendzoned or avoided. </div><div><br></div><div>People who acquire this experience in their twenties, thirties, or forties react to such rejection with a negative approach. They tend to believe "something" must be wrong with them INSTEAD of "it wasn't meant to be". </div><div><br></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-75374815146671587332015-04-08T12:29:00.000+01:002015-04-08T12:30:00.512+01:00I Went Soft<div><br></div><div>I could assume every chic wants a strong man by her side. Someone who's capable to make her feel protected at all times. The most important quality of a strong man is to make that d!ck hard...and strong. No apologies but having all the 6 packs ain't worth sh!t if you can't maintain your 6 or 7 inches for about 30 minutes. Isn't that the real man?</div><div><br></div><div>Sex should be exciting, after all, "excitement stage" is included in the sexual response cycle. But lately, my sex life is faaaaar from exciting. It feels like work, it feels like prelude to a cum and once I have an orgasm everything about sex irritates. </div><div><br></div><div>Years ago, I watched a movie about a guy who had sex indiscriminately till it got to a stage he couldn't have an orgasm and began to fake it. I know girls fake it and that's because they cum too slow but guys? I thought that part in the movie was science fiction, but lately...</div><div><br></div><div>A friend told me his penis went soft while fuck!ng. He didn't cum but went soft while thrusting. In his defence his mind was engrossed on how to make money. The babe got pissed and concluded she wasn't attractive enough. It felt hard to believe.</div><div><br></div><div>I had a similar experience; I was having sex and didn't feel it. I knew I won't have an orgasm because my d!ck wasn't excited. I asked the chic at intervals if she had an orgasm and stopped as soon as she came. </div><div><br></div><div>Nowadays I had to get drunk to fu*k cause my mind wanders and stop feeling things. I am getting soft. </div><div></div><br>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-26294258647987396952015-04-05T08:36:00.000+01:002015-04-05T08:37:04.106+01:00HAPPY EASTER 2015<div>Happy Easter everybody...If I am right, then today symbolises Jesus Christ's rising/ascension. Well, let me also raise this blog from the "dead".</div><div><br></div><div>BLOG RISEN.</div><div><br></div><div>I didn't have any plan today, probably to go watch Fast & Furious 7, before I received a call/invite to attend AY Live with one fine geh like that. The night could end in several ways, regardless, I hope it's interesting. </div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Waaay up, I feel blessed!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Happy Easter and don't eat meat, even if it's p***y. </span></div><div><br></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-18377273660444017852014-12-30T11:48:00.001+01:002014-12-30T11:48:53.221+01:00Proposals! Proposals!! Proposals!!!<div><span>The year is almost elapsed and I can bet a whole lot of females out there are disappointed. Disappointment from not walking down the isle in 2014. These set of females probably attended more wedding ceremony of friends than a priest, and have racks of aso-ebi. Enough aso-ebi to start a boutique. "2015 will not be the same", they say.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">The females with strong conviction are a step ahead this December by getting the boyfriend to propose. Does the proposal really mean anything? A guy proposed to his girlfriend cause she threatened to leave, so he "gave" her the ring with the plan to marry 2016. A friend got married recently after almost 2 year-engagement. The wedding was more like a shotgun ceremony 'cause she was tired of the wait.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">I wish everyone the best, especially those who asked the question this month. As long as you know the reason you want to get married and why that person, you will have a "satisfied" marriage.</span></div><br>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-32629331519181715882014-11-09T15:27:00.001+01:002015-07-15T02:11:38.079+01:00How You Cheat?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-89176323486449954032014-11-06T22:24:00.000+01:002014-11-06T22:25:46.525+01:00I'm Back!!!<div><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></div><div>Please don't tell anyone, I'm back to Story of the Year and I have a whole lot of story for the gods. In all honesty, I needed the break because I was saturated and needed to live more. </div><div><br></div><div>When I retrospect from my first post to now, things have changed. From 2010, as I was about to graduate from the University of Lagos, to November 2014 a whole have happened.</div><div><br></div><div>I got a well paid job and became a millionaire (in Naira and probably in few countries in Africa). I'm also tilting to the other "side" in relationships when the babe chase the guy. After all, I'm richer than most of their parents.</div><div><br></div><div>So the experiences I will share in the next posts should be great (if I pen it well). I am going to end this one here, the girl that is about to suck my d¡ck just stepped in.</div><div><br name="BB10" caretmarkerset="INVALID" class="markedForCaretMarkerRemoval"></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-2627964543195259342014-07-18T04:45:00.001+01:002014-07-18T04:45:52.433+01:00Black Wedding Dress<DIV> <DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Calibri,sans-serif">The first mistake anyone can make is an attempt to make everyone happy. Yes, it is only an attempt because it can NEVER happen. Hey, if Jesus Christ could be persecuted, who are you?<BR><BR><BR>All things being equal, shouldn't it be easy to please everyone because the norms have been established. We basically know what the society expect from us, so why is it too difficult to make everyone satisfied with us? People get socialized on how best to talk, act- based on the situation, and we also have the 10 commandments. But even those that adhere to everything might be labeled "hypocrite" or "pretentious" to use a lighter word.<BR><BR><BR>It is established, you can't please everyone...why not do what you want, what makes you happy yet a better person, and damn the norm that states your social limitation...even if it means you rock a black wedding dress.</DIV></DIV>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-68707716492563959412014-06-21T10:10:00.000+01:002014-06-21T10:11:12.370+01:00When Jesus Say Yes<DIV> <DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Calibri,sans-serif">Facebook post.<BR><BR>A quick one, "Say Yes" by Michelle Williams might be her biggest solo hit yet. +1.5millon Youtube views in <72hours is more than the total views of her previous solo videos.<BR><BR>I like the track, maybe because the chorus was lifted from one of Nigeria's favourite gospel song. Regardless, it was beautiful and all the 'Children came with her style. I mean, even Beyonce rocked a bum short in the video.<BR><BR>The song was produces by Samuel Hamony, a British with Nigerian parents. That might explain the song's source of inspiration. Samuel also produced "Kele Kele Love" and "Love Me (x3)" for Aunty Tiwa Savage.<BR><BR>So...who is the original composer of "When Jesus Say Yes!" with publishing deal? Time to make money.</DIV></DIV>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-50235909370542314062014-06-20T10:38:00.001+01:002014-06-20T10:38:29.583+01:00PREMARITAL SIN<DIV> <DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Calibri,sans-serif">I understand certain religions identified pre-marital sex as a sin. However, I do not identify is as evil. Evil in this context is the intention to cause harm to another party, also, the harm done can be regarded as evil. I do not label two consenting adults who engage in premarital sex as evil because I cannot identify any harm done.<BR><BR><BR><BR>What I do understand is whatever is [not] permitted sexually between unmarried couples also goes for married couples. Three of them will be mentioned.<BR><BR><BR><BR>First, If you are in a relationship with someone, married/unmarried, you cannot sleep around and expect your partner to pat you in the back- it is called cheating. <BR><BR>Second, the consequence and responsibilities are equal as far as sex is concerned. If the female gets pregnant, the marriage status is not an excuse to avoid responsibility. If the "man" was naturally irresponsible it will be evident regardless. Also, the spread of STDs and STIs is not exclusive to unmarried or married couples. Married couples are even worst hit because you cannot negotiate condom use in your matrimonial bed.<BR><BR><BR><BR>Third, if the girlfriend or wife was not interested in having sex and the "man" decide to force his way- that is rape. Wedding ring is not immunity to that crime.<BR><BR><BR><BR>So why is premarital sex preached to youths as if the end of it will ultimately make the world a better place [maybe]. <BR><BR><BR><BR>I do understand every sin has its orgin, what is the origin of fornication that made it a sin?<BR></DIV></DIV>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-36073685467594180472014-05-18T08:27:00.000+01:002014-05-18T08:40:08.383+01:00DORO MEGA SUPER STAR O!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-61101009645955553422014-05-16T05:58:00.001+01:002014-05-18T08:38:49.165+01:00My Prayer for You Today...<DIV> <DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Calibri,sans-serif">My Prayer for you today is not to collapse at the edge of the finish line. The disappointment of putting all in a task and fail to accomplish in the end sucks. Makes one feel why bother start. With that said, you know what to </DIV></DIV>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-14719555408154237902014-05-12T06:12:00.003+01:002014-05-18T08:40:08.376+01:00Death Does NOT Care About Your Dreams<DIV> <DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Calibri,sans-serif">Everyone have dreams. The misconception humans have with theirs was it had to come to past before death knocks. Well, death does not care about anyone's dream. Unless the dream was to die someday [doesn't guarantee to know when it strikes].<BR><BR>Deaths is an inevitable occurrence humans deny, unless the world was a movie where only the bad guy dies. Even in Games of Thrones anyone dies regardless of the dreams/plans they had.<BR>With that said, live a bit more today. Express yourself to family and friends and remember this quote from Drake "everybody dies but not everybody lives".</DIV></DIV>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-65733978390911067102014-04-27T20:01:00.000+01:002014-05-18T08:40:08.386+01:00Strength to Move On<DIV> <DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Calibri,sans-serif">Feeling a bit lost, careless, and irrational. I arrived at that conclusion based on events in April. Things happened that I am not proud of but have to live with it (do I even have a choice?). All I need now- is the strength to move on.</DIV></DIV>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-33138649798233086092014-04-04T08:24:00.000+01:002014-05-18T08:40:35.589+01:00As Fast As Wikipedia...Vybz Kartel<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22SumznOGuyU2zdE8jBHfH_536s-1154PtC7RjxFfTwGZ7tAYsCgOczPdfNX3z1VvVUyxM_pOJtGGq4aXsBLUMM9Sp_alEA5ghcVO9GL3EImrk1Ut_RCdAWq0q1I_vWzz3ByAjf8fvh0/s1600/wp_ss_20140403_0001-741634.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg22SumznOGuyU2zdE8jBHfH_536s-1154PtC7RjxFfTwGZ7tAYsCgOczPdfNX3z1VvVUyxM_pOJtGGq4aXsBLUMM9Sp_alEA5ghcVO9GL3EImrk1Ut_RCdAWq0q1I_vWzz3ByAjf8fvh0/s320/wp_ss_20140403_0001-741634.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5998335617394275970" /></a></p><DIV> <DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Calibri,sans-serif">You know what, I have to honour Wikipedia for fast updates. It's like there are people with fingers on their keyboard, waiting to update an article and press ENTER within the second.<BR><BR>I remember when the rapper Proof died, guess where I confirmed the news, Wikipedia. The date he died was included...with no delay.<BR><BR>So now, I heard Vybz Kartel was sentenced to 35 to life and guess the latest update on his Wikipedia page...<BR><BR>Quite funny though, Years active 2000 to 2014.<BR></DIV></DIV>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-68349110961701057972014-04-01T23:05:00.001+01:002014-04-01T23:05:53.550+01:00What's up?<DIV> <DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Calibri,sans-serif"><BR>Lately, I've had lots of experiences...so many I haven't had the time to pen 'em. I have to give credit to my workload on the job- there's so much to do one might be tempted to pray for few more hours during daytime.<BR><BR>Right now, I'm on the toilet bowl pretending to do "number two" while I do the one thing I love. Mehn...so needed the timeout.<BR><BR>But is this what life is. I learnt a quote from The Bee Movie, you've all your life (in school) to the point where you work for the rest of your life. Ouch!<BR>Is this the point I should start to think of marriage? Yea, right. <BR>Go to get back to work, shit! No network</DIV></DIV>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-15664666019039059062014-03-07T23:37:00.000+01:002014-05-18T08:40:08.379+01:00Too Early for Regret <DIV> <DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Calibri,sans-serif">2013 feels like a year ago...at least I've lived in 2014 enough to stop writing 2013 anytime I write the date. It's March, and already some emotions left in 2013 tryin' to come in. Makin' me question why I left them behind- they hurt, that's why.<BR><BR>Wish she could come back though but it's too early for regrets.</DIV></DIV>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-32597805722768122192014-02-02T21:28:00.000+01:002014-02-02T21:29:27.279+01:00Working for the Wo/Man<DIV> <DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Calibri,sans-serif">Nothing beats being your own boss- to be independent- and calling the shots. I believe a significant percent of the population strive for that regardless if they got a BSc. certificate or the only certificate that had was issued at birth. It was part of including our finances, work terms and conditions within our circle of influence. Well, before a lot of people get independent we have to kiss someone's ass.<BR><BR>So what's my experience like working for the man? Is there any point to emphasize how much it sucks because we know that isn't new. So I'll share an experience, you won't be far from the truth if referred to it as a typical day.<BR><BR>It was a Friday and the event that changed the course of that day occurred at 5:45pm. Can you believe that shit? Fifteen minutes before I walked out of that building and…TGIF. Shit! <BR>Earlier in the day, that should be about 10am. A manager gave an instruction to a colleague, N330million will be transferred from a customer's account, but she had to get the required approval to make such transaction.<BR>Hours later, she had the required approval. It was communicated to her via mail. She forwarded the mail to the colleague with me in copy to proceed with the transfer. By that time, I was the only one on the platform so I'll assume the colleague did not see the mail, right? About 30 minutes later the manager sent another email but this time it was directed at me to treat the transaction.<BR><BR>All I had to do was to populate an excel template and forward it to the appropriate department to treat…and I did. At 5:35pm, I received an email from the manager. It read she would come over to pick up evidence the transaction had been treated. Apparently, she had a meeting scheduled with the customer at 6:00pm. The customer was a typical high net worth individual- proud and believed could get anyone sacked by a text to the Managing Director. Sadly, it was true. He complained of service failure earlier that week and my unit head got a query to respond to. Everyone was on their toes to give him all in wanted that week.<BR><BR>I was about to print out the customer's account statement when the manager walked in. She stood beside and as I was about to press "Print" she asked, "Why is Thirty Million still in the account?"<BR>I was lost. Apparently, N300million was transferred instead of N330million. Another service failure. That was how the rain of insults started. The name calling wasn't new but that did not make it acceptable. "Idiot" "irresponsible" "useless" and the usual "It seems you don't like your job" plus "a query to justify blah blah blah…and would go on suspension". She said a whole lot that meant I should kiss the job goodbye not to mention promotion. She emphasised it was a simple task…type N330million.<BR><BR>I sat there. I wasn't moved by the insults but confused how I made such mistake. I clicked on my sent items and opened the mail I sent for that transaction, it was N330million. Colleagues on the platform gathered behind me and confirmed it was N330million. The manager did not believe. I told her I copied the entire team in the mail. She decided to confirm from the inbox of a colleague I copied in the mail when I sent it in the afternoon. He opened it- it was N330million I requested transferred. <BR><BR>Maybe it is pride, guild, or bullshit, this manager showed no sign of remorse. Instead, the insult questioned how I did not notice it. Like that made any sense. She spent about 7 seconds and walked out of the building, no apology.<BR>After all the insults labelled to my name in the presence of colleagues who decided to keep shut during the drama, one of 'em opened his mouth and said "get it sorted". I checked the bridge of his nose if there was trace of coke. If I had a low self-esteem I would probably take the rest of what was left over the Third Mainland Bridge and this guy talked about work.<BR>What did I do? I picked up my phone and went home. The bullshit was more than enough for that day.<BR>I think it's time to move on and do what I do best with most ease, write. Yea, the pay where I work is good but it doesn't compensate for the shit I go through. I asked myself, what if I had typed N300million, will that justify degrading a fellow human? The situation was also one that can be resolved but her reaction blew it out of proportion. It made one thing obvious, my job description, to 'em it was "a scapegoat". Everyone was under so much pressure and it was safer for them to pass it down to me. That way, if things go wrong I was to be blamed. I get blamed for issues that had nothing to do with me. That made it obvious no one got my back and it a financial environment, you don't want to be in such situation. <BR>With Almighty God on my side, I am working towards my last day. It is time to move on from working for the Man.<BR></DIV></DIV>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-54562336870806605802014-01-09T23:42:00.005+01:002014-01-09T23:42:24.195+01:00This is for 2014 by Adesina Ademola<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%; text-transform: uppercase;">This
is for 2014 b</span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">2013
just passed. Big fucking deal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">NB</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">: This
is said with a hint of sarcasm and buckets of nonchalance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">Why?
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">Well,
it’s for a number of reasons really. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">Please
don’t get me wrong. I am more than grateful that I have made it into the New
Year. Actually, I probably have more to be thankful for than most people. But
then again, I am rarely ever satisfied with anything. Call it the human
condition, my human condition.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">I
have come away from 2013 with quite a few lessons and a few close shaves. I
have been scared stiff (you’ll get the pun later) into thinking I was about to
become a father at the tender age of 26 (don’t smirk; young men take that shit
very seriously nowadays. The respective costs of Pampers/Huggies/Dr. Brown’s, <span style="text-transform: uppercase;">Cerelac</span>/SMA Gold put the fear of God
into our respective wieners whenever we want to kpansh!). But then again, maybe
when I am a rich and successful guy (God willing), some child will come and
tell me that my indiscretions in Ipinle Omoluabi have come to haunt me. Watch
this space!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">I
have learned that there really is no end to the capacity of the human animal (read
as “<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">being</i></b>”
for those of you with delicate sensibilities) to love as many people as
possible all at once. Please do not read as promiscuity. It insults all promiscuous
people.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">I
have learned that misery and despair can eat away at you. That it really is
important to find the silver lining in all the clouds that cast your thoughts. You
owe it to yourself!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">I
have failed at my (many) attempts to try and make everything I am involved in
better. This one is actually very hilarious because while I am thinking “why
can’t we try it like this because it would be so much better?” the other party
is like ‘Give it a rest already you fucking know-it-all.” Come to think of it,
it actually feels kind of pathetic because people will just be looking at you
like “What is wrong with this one sef?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">Biggest
lesson learned from 2013 - how not to be a horrible boss, shitty thinker, and
incompetent leader. The amount of meaningless “strategy sessions”, half-assed
decisions, pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey activities that I have witnessed in
Nigerian companies the past year alone has served the single purpose of helping
me understand <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">the need to listen to as many people as possible when making decisions
that will affect more than just me</i></b>. To be fair, a lot of the people I
am aiming this one at have their hearts in the right place. But goddamit, your
heads need to be calibrated a few notches above normal – that’s why you are
expected to lead the company. But then again, maybe na me no just sabi life! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just read the last paragraph as “I’ve learned
how not to be a horrible boss” and “I’ve learned how not to make earth-shattering
stupid decisions, especially when the scenario involves more than me and my
beautiful ego”. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">And
to the ass-kissing, apple-polishing shoe-shiners of the world (nothing against
the shoe-shiner plying his trade in your hood, some of them are actually very
nice guys), I’ve reinforced my life’s creed of not being one of your elite
club. Yes, you will get ahead, nothing wrong with that. But please be rest
assured, the word honor still means something to some of us. This may not make
a lot of sense at the moment (even me sef dey doubt the sense behind this
paragraph), but then again, not a lot of things in this world do. It’s just a
thing of your world view.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">NB2</span></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">: The
rest of what you are about to read might not make much sense, so I apologize in
advance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">In
a quick rundown, other things I’ve learned are:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">Detach your ego from work. It
will hurt less that way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">No need to get political. Leave
that for people who don’t know their shit<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">Be happy going for the best
alone. The world will (hopefully) catch up later. And if they don’t, well, you
might get fired for not being a team-player<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">Be nice to others. But be a
fucking drill sergeant from hell on yourself. You’ll thank yourself when you
consistently deliver beyond everyone’s expectations.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">Enjoy poetry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">Take walks by calm watersides
(Bar beach doesn’t count). The spirit of calm can reach you there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">Love.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">I
apologize for everything else that I have not written here. It is either my
subconscious being selfish or I don’t know as much shit as I think I do. We’ll
let the universe decide.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">Have
a blessed 2014.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">@adesina_ademola</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-47470479525851070132014-01-01T16:39:00.001+01:002014-01-01T16:39:41.782+01:00Happy New Year 2014<DIV> <DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Calibri,sans-serif">I got this as a new year greeting...<BR><BR>Alas, faith has made us see the light of this day, we longed for it in anticipation, birds did sing, plants did grow, all did banish moan, all to usher in this era, which would deal indelible marks on the eons of time, the inexorable time, the devouring time,that burnt the fierce tiger's jaws, burnt the phoenix in her blood,yet our deeds of valor has dared time, the dews of this day has ushered in the dawn of our prime,the beginning of a new Era, when everything becomes new.New life, new song, new love and new joy.Happy New year.🌺🌹🐓🎄👻</DIV></DIV>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1266596041354302158.post-85192750555777367762013-12-16T23:59:00.000+01:002013-12-17T00:00:00.229+01:00Summary of My Day<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIQFKuiR6Q9DNFsi112EGjMZl0zf0RWfIXxYGs9f4uaPqKzQRsqoetlLO-ixFO1E3R4asXT3Jd9QpwB3cPpWfEt06tBUwnSJa7WVMnnnY8kKdxzQGLZwIL8boWzmTgvuac9bBnT_zlkOo/s1600/wp_ss_20131216_0002-700230.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIQFKuiR6Q9DNFsi112EGjMZl0zf0RWfIXxYGs9f4uaPqKzQRsqoetlLO-ixFO1E3R4asXT3Jd9QpwB3cPpWfEt06tBUwnSJa7WVMnnnY8kKdxzQGLZwIL8boWzmTgvuac9bBnT_zlkOo/s320/wp_ss_20131216_0002-700230.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5958128102423536338" /></a></p><DIV> <DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Calibri,sans-serif"></DIV></DIV>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0