<?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-13987569</id><updated>2011-11-28T00:29:30.092+01:00</updated><title type='text'>African Soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-115925831274667045</id><published>2006-09-26T07:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:22:47.594+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another ramadhan...another year fading away!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It has been awhile since I blogged....okay..enuf said....i aint repeating this line again...sorry...&lt;br /&gt;Today is my last day of my industrial training at Belmah Strategies and it seems like yesterday when i was just recovering from pneumonia and I had to start my training and taking the train and the damn bus coming late again and again...aww.... Im gonna miss it all... I remember the gut feeling that I had, reality setting in and working 9 to 5.....really....I never imagined myself working like this..but it was a good experience...but I doubt if I wanan do this if i am looking for a real job...I mean its really working my a$$ off....well..I guess I will have to go back to applying for my Master degree and stop searching for a job for the mean time....I will leave that to the workaholics.....&lt;br /&gt;still preparing for my trip to NIGERIA.....although, I am happy that I am finally going back to my fatherland after six years.....it still feels strange to me...thinking bout it...&lt;br /&gt;Aiight...adios...... i have had enough crying...its time to do something for me!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-115925831274667045?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/115925831274667045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=115925831274667045' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/115925831274667045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/115925831274667045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-ramadhananother-year-fading.html' title='Another ramadhan...another year fading away!!'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-115345841426374181</id><published>2006-07-21T05:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:26:37.781+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;....but it couldnt get any worse than this!&lt;br /&gt;Finishing my exams, having a bbq with friends and going home for a week before I go for my industrial training.... that was how it was suppose to be, but it wasnt!Finished my exams with a whopping cough and sore throat, having bbq and getting sore because of to much dancing, drinking sugared water(soda) and binging on the bbq..... going home and getting hospitalized for days at a hospital full of old women(I promised myself that I wont step into that hospital again) and getting no response from the companies that I had wanted to go for my training( hard luck!).okay, now i am at work, my boss aint around, gosh...... and i am suppose to be doing my job but i am lazy to do it, anywayz.... just typing out this blgo cos its been awhile that I blogged, cant believe that it took me two months to check my blogs and know whats happenign , of cos, i have the CNN and BBC to watch and yes, my Dear CSI: NY, MIAMI...... life cant be more enjoyable than sitting down and watching dead ppl being sliced up and....opps..... muching on potato chips, yup, a couch potato like myself cant watch the tv alone....and of cos, going to work evryday, boring , boring, boring, i miss the classes, lectures, the boring lecturers and my friends, esp. ziphi... yeah....she is working in SA now, gosh, such is life, now we all have to wait till one day, when we meet again (where?!) somewhere and talk about the good old days...... miss being in ISS....heheheheh i have had enough of it..... actually i miss just being a student, i need to start applying for my Master degree.... cos, i love talking..... but i just love the academic life! i love security i guess... well, who knows..... its all there!...... DARE&lt;br /&gt;TO DREAM, GAL!Well, its good to be, thank God for small miracles, someone asked me why i like blogging, its a way fo expressing myself, why pretend to be who you are not.... be yourself..... thats whatt life is all about.... and now, CNN has been broadcasting all about EFCC and OBJ and whatnots happening in 9J!.... well, i cant wait to visit naija, the land of extravagance, fashionistas and the "owanbes"...... i have to do a rain check on my clothings cos i would look outta place, eventhough i will be in ilorin, 9J peeps love to poke fun at you when they that you dont have a taste in fashion and all those stupid stuffs!!!.... "how do i look?" hmm... i need a rain -check indeed......ciaoz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-115345841426374181?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/115345841426374181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=115345841426374181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/115345841426374181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/115345841426374181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.............'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-114840608874919676</id><published>2006-05-23T18:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:32:52.128+01:00</updated><title type='text'>::Eniyan soro.......::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6447/819/1600/badu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6447/819/320/badu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You laughed and talked together,believing that they are just who you think they are....you shared your sorrow and happiness with them,without realising that it's all fake!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human beings, you can never figure them out no matter how you try, they always surprise you at the end, and they always make you know that God is wonderful, I watched a movie, and a man said "ore korikosun ko si mo laye...ore aba n jeun lo wa!" and that is the fact. Friends are suppose to be trusted protect you when you are in trouble, friends are suppose to make you happy when the world makes you sad and depressed, friends are suppose to be by your side in need and in deed.... but no, your friends are just pretenders like tides of life they flow in your life when you are happy and flow out immediately trouble knocks at your door.... hmm....this is life.... who do you trust? I trust in God He wont pretend to love me because he will forgive me of all my mistakes and helps me when i am in need.... I love HIM solely because I have learnt my lessons with friends its better you are on your own than gather empty friends with no interests of you in their hearts..... so help me God! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fatym &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-114840608874919676?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/114840608874919676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=114840608874919676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/114840608874919676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/114840608874919676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2006/05/eniyan-soro.html' title='::Eniyan soro.......::'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-114330161664423545</id><published>2006-03-25T16:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:36:33.184+01:00</updated><title type='text'>just thinking......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From my own point of view....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant believe that being in my final year means more wahala.... gosh.... i feel depressed each day.... wished i could have lost some weight to show it but hell no! i gained abit... I went to chill out in one of my friend's bday party.... wasnt good...wasnt bad... but c'est terrible! well.... atleast away from the acada stuffs... I need to keep my ass off the malls... have been visiting the mall near my campus(alamanda) like a wifey that is a full housewife.... damn....&lt;br /&gt;Now I am thinking... after my degree kpali... whatelse... oh yeah... get a job as a career woman(na?!) get married(as a typical naija woman,huh?! lolz) or to do my MBA(yeah baby yeah!)... dont think me wrong... jsut wanna do my MBA... although my academic advisor told me that i should have atleast two years of working experience... of cos he is right but I wonder why i should follow that rule... I wanna finish everything and then think of whatelse again?! like a starlet with the world at her feet.... explore the world when you are still single.... then settle down to the wonderful, hilarious world of MARRIAGE.... not against it... i have seen alot of good marriages and bad ones also... still wish for more fun in life... lolz... am I joking to myself? nope... just blogging s##t as usual.... my soul is sprung and drained of love and happiness.... needless to say more....&lt;br /&gt;ADIOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-114330161664423545?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/114330161664423545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=114330161664423545' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/114330161664423545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/114330161664423545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-thinking.html' title='just thinking......'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-114200792716330963</id><published>2006-03-10T17:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:36:33.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinnamon Gurl on da loose...but she aint messing with her frills!!!</title><content type='html'>.......He took ma money, when I m in need of him He told me I am his lady, what a cunny S.O.A.G he is.... I dont need..... I dont need..... a heartbreaker....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... just messing up with Kanye's GOLD DIGGER song... I mean this guys make money by dissing gals with their "y'alll know I am a playa" songs.... come on...give we women a break... if you think we are gold diggers...well arent you guys heartbreakers.... telling all sorts of lies and playing around and later pretending that you did it cos you cared?! ufff! gimme a break...well..... (p.s. and he was expectin an oscar....duh...u cant diss a black chick and still get a kiss on da cheek boi!)&lt;br /&gt;It has been ages I blogged.... I dont like saying this, but blogging takes time and energy and imaginative stories (or lies) to blog... not just put something up so that peeps are "ohh and ahh" ur webpage....!I read it somewhere where peeps try to be someoen they aint in their blogs so that they can look cool "virtually", like talking about booze, party and girls which actually they are normal blokes like you and me hia....hmmm!!! C'est Incredible! I read about the "Google Click Fraud"....makes me wonder what peeps will do just to get traffic and earn some internet money.... well, I aint trying to be a wannabe or make myself popular... I will blog about what I think and feel at the moment, if it offends or makes me look like i am not that "cool" well, sorry but this is me......plain as a oatmeal!&lt;br /&gt;I am quite busy, not quite actually, but DAMN BUSY!!!... i neevr thought that at the end of my degree year, it will be this difficult, having to finish my final year project and trying to finish my active years as an EXCO for my society makes me feel terrible sometimes but then I wont experience this anymore for the rest of my life, so why let it bug me... naw... I am lovin it men!!! its fun being a campus gal... it has its good, bad and ugly side but hey who said LIFE WAS A BED OF ROSES!!!.... well, I gotta get back to my acada..... cheerioz&lt;br /&gt;~fateema~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-114200792716330963?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/114200792716330963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=114200792716330963' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/114200792716330963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/114200792716330963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2006/03/cinnamon-gurl-on-da-loosebut-she-aint.html' title='Cinnamon Gurl on da loose...but she aint messing with her frills!!!'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-113595886261765972</id><published>2005-12-30T16:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T16:16:59.434+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 - a year I can never forget!!!!</title><content type='html'>.........2006 - a year I hope will be more joyful and prosperous for everyone!!! This year has been full of ups and downs....disappointments, happiness, expectations, dilemmas and personally, this year wasnt really my year at all... But for the fact that "ALLAH DEY!" I am glad that I have been able to breeze through it all, and to those lives that was lost and forgotten, may their soul rest in perfect peace(amen). Life, they say, is not a bed of roses. I cant expect things to be good and everything to be perfect but then, I had expectations, some of them failed and some excelled.... what will be will be, no matter how much you planned it... if it is fated to turn out right, it will, no regrets, no qualms, no premonitions... just fated..simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural disasters and wars that are not meant to be fought... accidents and national deaths.... 2005 seems to be overflowing with it... I pray 2006 will be a happier year for everyone of us....&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note.... I began to actively blog this year and I made some positive changes in my life.... and I felt better about who I am...people will always be the same, you dont have to bend backwards to satisfy everyone, just do the right thing at the right time...&lt;br /&gt;I know I am sounding too boring...thanx but when you are blogging about some serious happenings around you... you cant joke about it unless you are a pro in jokes...i am not !!!...so , you have to take this blog the way it is...&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~fatima~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-113595886261765972?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/113595886261765972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=113595886261765972' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/113595886261765972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/113595886261765972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2005/12/2005-year-i-can-never-forget.html' title='2005 - a year I can never forget!!!!'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-113223883491597132</id><published>2005-11-17T15:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T16:23:56.765+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships are Golden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never thought that resuming after five weeks of holiday will make me feel happier, because I was feeling down and bored of watching too much teevee. But today, my whole day has been wonderful, and no thanks to the downpour of rain in the afternoon, I feel just great. Sometimes, you wake up at the right side of the bed wishing yourself a nice day but end up feeling worse off anyways. However, it was cool, having lunch with my friend after a long time and having some crazy chat with a group of friends for dinner... hmm... thats what i really loved... it really made my day and helped me to improve my sense of humor...kinda lolz... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually feel that human beings sometimes take things for granted... I for one do take things for granted. When I was on holiday, fasting and doing absolutely nothing except help my mum or watch tv(CSI WHATELSE!!!), I seldom bother to contact my friends back in campus because to me, they are "campus friends" and nothing more. Alas, I was totally wrong, a friend is a friend is a friend indeed and in need always... never underestimate the power of friendship... its more powerful than love, whenever you are happy, they make you laugh and whenever you are down they cheer you up... except for friends that pretend that they are your friends... never mind them.. they aint worth a thang! Friends are always there for you.... but I think friendship is not something we should dismiss take for granted... yeah we do have virtual friends but they cant be like the ones you see everyday and face to face... you know.. you can chat all day long but at the end of the you log out and case closed, but your face-to-face friend will hang out with you and you can talk about anything( trust me, I get bored after sometime!) under the sun and the moon till dawn if you permit her(or him) to be with you. Well.... thats what friends are for..... to my old paddies, Biola, Tayo Jemz, Bonzo Ige, Jossie, Ejiks "Majic" Okoye, Ibukun Amoo,Sezuo Tenuche, Folly Ogunshakin and lotsa more... we had such a wonderful time, and Hopefully, when I visit Naija once more... we go jam together.... Te Qiero!!!&lt;br /&gt;peace &amp;amp; love....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-113223883491597132?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/113223883491597132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=113223883491597132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/113223883491597132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/113223883491597132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2005/11/friendships-are-golden.html' title='Friendships are Golden'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-113192732265800184</id><published>2005-11-14T00:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T16:25:42.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love thy Neighbor...........Are you African enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently I have been feeling out of place , itching to go back to my home country, eat, drink and sleep with people of my kind, talk without feeling like a foreigner...but many people will tell me that they would rather not stay in their own country because, the government is bad, nothing to write home about and they are living in pure, undiluted poverty. Hmm...truth be said, I think they are right, because if Nigerians can migrate to South Africa and beg the South African government for a change of citizenship then what do will call it? I mean, no offence of South Africans, but I dont know why Africans will always be Africans, why do we make our people suffer at the expense of others... When I heard the late Stella Obasanjo died from a cosmetic surgery, I felt surprised but initially was aghast... I dont know what kind of surgery a 60-year old woman will want except you are a hollywood celebrity which of cause she wasnt and Nigerians can barely eat thrice daily ...what is this? I think we are just kidding ourselves on the fact that Africa will be better...maybe it wont...am I pessimist? no, but I just cant figure it out when we suffer infront of the whole world to see... For example, I am a student in Malaysia, recently, they are talking about making foreigners to pay more than the locals just because we dont contribute to their economy...yeah right? How can someone ever think foreigners dont contribute to their economy, I pay for everything that they expect me to, except that I am not working, so, I dont buy petrol which they have realised that they have to remove the subsidised oil prices and allow the non-Malaysians to pay more, also the hospital bills have to be un-subsidised also, is that fair? well dont ask me! I asked my Dad about the whole matter and he said, what is the difference between what is happening now to what had happened in South Africa during the apartheid, it seems obvious that they have the opportunity to categorise the Maalysians from the non-Malaysians and you have to feel that you arent contibuting at all so why should they care for you.. beats me though! Do we care for our African brothers so much to give the right to change their nationality or do we harbor hatred for them? it all depends on individuality because I have met alot of South Africans and other Africans and they have showed me the respect and love that we Africans are suppose to show eachother, maybe the blame is on the Government then...perhaps not! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Not politicking ...just trying to ramble on the things I have seen and read....tq &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-113192732265800184?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sundaytribune.co.za/index.php?fSectionId=160&amp;fArticleId=2982192' title='Love thy Neighbor...........Are you African enough?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/113192732265800184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=113192732265800184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/113192732265800184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/113192732265800184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2005/11/love-thy-neighborare-you-african.html' title='Love thy Neighbor...........Are you African enough?'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-112865557219686081</id><published>2005-10-07T04:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T16:28:03.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging and fasting.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is not easy fasting all day long.... cos its only once in a year, just for 30 days (some do it for 29 days though) and I have to wake up at the wee hours like 3.30am to cook and eat....hmm.. it aint easy but I am gonna work it out cos fasting is one of the ways for me to lose weight...heheheh dont mind me, I dunno why I wanna lose weight...to get more attractions from men that arent worth my time, or to be healthy and fit so I get into a size 6 dress...come on... dont worry me about weight loss....I think I will leave it to the &lt;em&gt;models and actresses...and also...beauty queens wanna bes...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywayz.. I m just here to blog and go back home and sleep....also to relax and enjoy the holiday mood but I just cant because I feel guilty about my exams... I am always anxious about the results and have a BIG phobia about failure...I hate failing , I hate not having good grades....and I hate not having a good life! lolz... well, I am anxious but I will have to wait till the end of October and see what those lecturers are gonna put on my result slip...so help me God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywayz folks... have a nioce and lovely time ....peace and love&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/13987569-112865557219686081?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/112865557219686081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=112865557219686081' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112865557219686081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112865557219686081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2005/10/blogging-and-fasting.html' title='blogging and fasting.....'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-112831036547797889</id><published>2005-10-03T04:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T16:35:46.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidayin.....chillin....freakin out....but blessed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hullo "dearie".....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Exams done and finished with... Naija independence day came and went with no special celebration(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why will anyone wanna celebrate! I dont blame anyone sha!&lt;/span&gt;)...now I am feeling good and I wanna go home, have fun and sleeep till I can no longer feel sleepy... eat&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haba, I dey fast I cant eat all I want!)&lt;/span&gt; well, watch teevee...(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes astro is damn boring that all they ever show is replays, wish the world cup starts today it woulda make my day&lt;/span&gt;!)....anywayz, I have a great family that I will be with all day long, I guess I need to find something to do but I cant, and to top it off I wont be online cos no internet connection for my place, &lt;em&gt;my dad wont do it cos he knows that I am the "osama" of going online anytime anyday and if he doesnt want to get bankrupt he would not install it but I wish I could make him do it..well, thats about it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyone wanna wish me a "happy bday" &lt;a href="http://www.123greetings.com"&gt;::dont pls!:: &lt;/a&gt;cos I have made up my mind that this time around, it wil be special and solemn, but all my well-wishers and virtual friends from all over can just comment on this post and wish me but if you dont want to , just siddon and look at my blog and leave am jeje! abeg I no wan think say I be ....what am i doing...blogging in pidgin gosh.. sorry folks... I dunno what came into me, i guess its da holiday spirit.... but before I add insult to my injury, I wanna tell you all that I appreciate da love and care ....thank you! and have a wonderful day! ciao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;RAMADHAN MUBARAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Holiday is here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dunno if i care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;but I know whoever is there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;will always be my friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dont worry too much my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Love conquers all" they said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;but no problem if I am not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;but problems arise when i am gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So love me when I am gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;dont think bad of me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;till We meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;through the connection of wires and machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you wont miss me that much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;cos my love for you is for real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Te Qiero...African Soul..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;mon amie ,c'est grande!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;~Fatyma~&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/13987569-112831036547797889?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/112831036547797889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=112831036547797889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112831036547797889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112831036547797889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2005/10/holidayinchillinfreakin-outbut-blessed.html' title='Holidayin.....chillin....freakin out....but blessed!'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-112773274185350751</id><published>2005-09-26T11:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T12:05:41.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun of my life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The sun loves my skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thats why I dont need a sun-screen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love the way it caresses me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when I am walking down the corridor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying to listen to my heart-beat .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it still baffles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I can wish the sun can be more gentler on me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because sometimes I wanna escape its fury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when it is angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and I hide away in my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feeling the heat slowing seeping through the walls and my windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but it still better than being furiously stared at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, its mighty light shining all over the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so bright...so fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shining clearly to me  early in the morning to brighten up my day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waking up the lazy bums with a glitter of its light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah... I love the sun when it loves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We can both brighten up eachother's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like Oprah's show , I feel alive and livin' up another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peace &amp; Love to y'all..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~fatyma~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-112773274185350751?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/112773274185350751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=112773274185350751' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112773274185350751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112773274185350751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2005/09/sun-of-my-life.html' title='Sun of my life!'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-112678388314348329</id><published>2005-09-15T12:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T12:31:23.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldies... but Goodies..../dilutin' that concentrated lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was just listening to some Classic Soul on Yahoo! Lauchcast music and I kept wondering why are they still sweet to my ears and I felt alive cos I have been listening to alot of Hip Hop, R N B, Rock and Adult Alternatives that I dunno which one makes me feel this way until i changed it to Classic Soul music channel and it was so damn relaxing and inspiring to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;en to....I know they are full of  oldies music.. those music ma folks danced to (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; and my Dad still remembers .....damnnn!&lt;/span&gt;) are kinda cool to me... forever &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tina Turner&lt;/span&gt;.... only God knows what she is up to... I heard a lil of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tevin Campbell&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Little Anthony&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;War&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Aretha Franklin&lt;/span&gt; to top it off... they may be kinda old but they are still good(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;good enough to be sang by American Idol contestants eg "SON OF A PREACHERMAN"&lt;/span&gt;) and some of their lyrics make me tick and are quite fantastic! aiight enuf of that....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6447/819/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6447/819/320/images.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;~Dilutin' some of that concentrated lovin!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;How much do u love thee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I cant count up to three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Cos you nev'r make me tick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;and whenever I feel like thinking of u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I try not to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;cos it aint worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;and my brain aint programmed for u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;2-4-7 i sacrificed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;but u were never satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;so what do you want me to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;when I cant help lovin you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;But I shoulda left ur a## a long time agoooooo................!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;~teema @ her best momentz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-112678388314348329?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/112678388314348329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=112678388314348329' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112678388314348329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112678388314348329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2005/09/oldies-but-goodiesdilutin-that.html' title='Oldies... but Goodies..../dilutin&apos; that concentrated lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-112584994531090011</id><published>2005-09-04T16:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T17:05:45.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's memories!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Looking back to those years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I never thought this year will be a year of sorrow for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I never thought you will be gone just like without hearing your voice once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;without you smiling at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I tried to remember the way you always frown at me when I am being my naughty self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but I just cant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I tried to figure out why God has to take you away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but who am I to question God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I will always remember you in my prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I will always ask God to accept your beautiful soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The way you sit down solemnly and talk to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I shall never forget it, BABA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I wish I could talk to you on the phone and hear you call my name once more and praying for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but all is gone and lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Just like a candle in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You left in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;you are so wonderful that I feel it in my heart and I just cant accept it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;that You are gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I was always talking to my mom about seeing you again when I come back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but it was as if God had other plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I wish I could have been a better granddaughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but I am just who i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;and you are just my "BABA"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I will keep those memories alive in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I cant stop the pain in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;cos I dont wanna let go of those times you were there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I love you , and God loves you more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;May Allah accept your soul...amin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~fatyma~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-112584994531090011?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/112584994531090011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=112584994531090011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112584994531090011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112584994531090011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2005/09/yesterdays-memories.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s memories!'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-112533077228891640</id><published>2005-08-29T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:52:52.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>free myself/appreciate life itself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I thought I couldnt hide away myself&lt;br /&gt;but i realised that I was scared of myself&lt;br /&gt;my low self-esteem brought me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;always being coward&lt;br /&gt;never thinking for a sec if this life means anything to me&lt;br /&gt;until now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can look up in the sky and smile&lt;br /&gt;and feel more alive than I can never be&lt;br /&gt;I thought I needed to loved before I can be happy&lt;br /&gt;but I realised that I needed to be happy before i can be loved&lt;br /&gt;and love is not all about being happy&lt;br /&gt;but about looking forward to being with life and its bittersweet moments&lt;br /&gt;Life cant be much sweeter than this if it werent for love itself&lt;br /&gt;Now I realised that I was hiding behind the dark curtains of my past&lt;br /&gt;until the present was forgotten completely&lt;br /&gt;it is pure self-suicide&lt;br /&gt;and it needed cure&lt;br /&gt;but how?&lt;br /&gt;I tried but I couldnt find the cure&lt;br /&gt;I looked everywhere but nothing could cure my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;until someone whispered to my ears&lt;br /&gt;that the cure to my sorrow is within&lt;br /&gt;and I shouldnt look no further&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of it all&lt;br /&gt;until now.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont know what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;to be in sorrow and no one to hold u tight&lt;br /&gt;except God..&lt;br /&gt;You turn to Him but sometimes the pain is just too much to bear&lt;br /&gt;and clutching to the bad past makes u feel worthless&lt;br /&gt;and you know you needed a break from it all but you are fighting your emotions so much and so hard that it hurts&lt;br /&gt;It is really that bad&lt;br /&gt;but now I appreciate what life throws at me&lt;br /&gt;good or bad&lt;br /&gt;its called experience&lt;br /&gt;and you have to learn to live with it&lt;br /&gt;whether you care about it or not&lt;br /&gt;You have to wake up, shake it off and move on&lt;br /&gt;atleast till another tide of sorrow comes along&lt;br /&gt;You have to do all what it takes to appreciate who you are&lt;br /&gt;and thats what I believe in now&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about it all...&lt;br /&gt;until now...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~fatyma~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-112533077228891640?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ivillage.com' title='free myself/appreciate life itself!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/112533077228891640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=112533077228891640' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112533077228891640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112533077228891640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2005/08/free-myselfappreciate-life-itself.html' title='free myself/appreciate life itself!'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-112498942499395079</id><published>2005-08-25T17:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T18:03:45.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>From wishes to ashes.....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, I fell in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I am outta love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You told me so many things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you brought up the subject of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but in the end it was the same issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that I kept facing with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cant believe that you could be one of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;always playing with a girl's heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and turnin your back when you are done with her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It could have been me and you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but I guess I have to face the real fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that there is no love lost between us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You called me day and night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;whispering sweet nothings to my ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;saying "I love you!" now and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but it was all pretense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;your heart aint falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was just a game of lovin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I was the victim baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but its aiight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have learnt my bitter lesson from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;cant blame you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;just angry with my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for being so soft on love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought we were suppose to be lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i dont believe in that anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;just a fantasy for dreamers like me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to worry about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;eventhough I trully loved ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but I have to turn my back on ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and holla at my world again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thanks for all the TLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;just my foolish affair with you gone sour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will always remember the good times though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;although all my wishes have turned into ashes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~teema~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-112498942499395079?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/112498942499395079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=112498942499395079' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112498942499395079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112498942499395079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2005/08/from-wishes-to-ashes.html' title='From wishes to ashes.....!'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-112479370216761168</id><published>2005-08-23T11:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T11:41:42.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>coup du fondre.............../if tomorrow never comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looking back at the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;when I saw you standing infront of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought I will never live for another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess it was all in me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I try to close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;its you I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;smiling back at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dont know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but I guess it was all for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cant pretend that I dont care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;because I really love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and some times I feel sad when things are going wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thinking you might leave when you cant take it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but it was me that is just being worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and you are the one I respect for loving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;through the bad times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the ugly times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;through thick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are always there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;holding on without blinking and freaking out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you, my boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe a lil crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but what is love if aint hazy and dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;feeling like i am gonna drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but no way, I am just gonna be lovin you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;because you are worth every dime I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and my heart flutters and tries to burst out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;in exhilaration...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ahhhhhhh... I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thats all I wanna tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;every now and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;without a care in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~teema~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-112479370216761168?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/112479370216761168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=112479370216761168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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dropping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;lips quivering,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;eyes closed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;my insanity increased with each heartbeat i hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Breathing becomes difficult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Life is like a hard rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;unbreakable and unmalleable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;you accept it without questioning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;you cry without a cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;yet sorrow overcomes your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;like a dark cloud that covers the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Nothing seems to be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Pretense is the word of today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Everyone wants to be an idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;but reality pulls them back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;'cos nothing in this world is perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;and you cant torture yourself or others to satisfy everyone around you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;because people are pretentious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;some are unworthy of whatever you give them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;some just need to be left alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;so why bother, my brothers and sisters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;~aluta continua~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-112411263308372077?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/112411263308372077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=112411263308372077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112411263308372077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112411263308372077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2005/08/tears-dropping-lips-quivering-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-112241969735859444</id><published>2005-07-26T23:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T00:14:57.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Warez......where u be when i needed ya most?/African woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6447/819/1600/fela%20kuti1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="100" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6447/819/320/fela%20kuti1.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been downloading songs into my PC since last sunday through one of the new P2P software I downloaded from &lt;a href="www.download.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I am actually downloading naija songs so, you may say that I am being tribalistic, but hey,different strokes for different folks!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, it is &lt;a href="www.bbc.co.uk/music/profiles/kutifela.shtml"&gt;FELA&lt;/a&gt;'s songs, damn, I never thought this man, can really make my day, I mean I love Fela but I wasnt that crazy bout him cos I only thought it was "old school" so why bother myself about oldies, but I guess I was damn wrong, he is a really good singer and his lyrics do make sense up till today.... like "teacher dont teach me nonsense", its a work of art I must say, that man was talented, I guess that s why he didnt live that long to enjoy his popularity but his music and shrine shall live on... hopefully I might be able to go their one day to that famous African shrine where everything goes... except now, his son Femi Kuti has decided to ban "igbo" or "weed" from the Shrine.... hehehhe what a life.... anywayz, thanks to &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;warez&lt;/span&gt;, I m gonna keep downloading all those crazy songs but alas I couldnt download Eedris Abdulkareem( he is not searchable i GUESS)! Right now I am listening to African Woman, he is praising and dissin the African women.. hmm... lemme hear him out sha....&lt;strong&gt; "African woman, she go say... she go say i be lady oooo.....!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.felaproject.net/"&gt;You'&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;http://www.felaproject.net/"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; can check his personal website designed by "stayhonest", its all about this phenomenal man...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6447/819/1600/fela%20kuti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6447/819/320/fela%20kuti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-112241969735859444?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/112241969735859444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=112241969735859444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112241969735859444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112241969735859444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2005/07/warezwhere-u-be-when-i-needed-ya.html' title='Warez......where u be when i needed ya most?/African woman'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-112229219364848210</id><published>2005-07-25T12:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T12:49:53.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear drops from the heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Times have changed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;things have moved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;lovers are haters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;enemies are friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;strangers are lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but who will be my sympathiser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;cos this tears keeps on fallin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i am down with love softly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rain is fallin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;life is bloomin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;things are growin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;birds are chirpin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;animals are lyin down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;waiting for the next full moon to celebrate on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but who will hold my hands to nite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and make me feel like a real woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;who will lie down next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and try to comfort me with love and care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;cos I am dyin inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;with no one to love me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder how it will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;if you were me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i were you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe you will realise my feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and decide to act upon it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;or u will just forget bout me cos you are me and not you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but if i were you and not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i will still love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and harbour for sweet nothings i can scrape out from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but you are not me and i am not you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i guess i have to live on the lil i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;till God gives me something better than this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just wish it were a bit faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;so i dont have to wallow in pain forever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;my teardrops are fallin inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;you cant see cos you dont wanna care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but it will keep on fallin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;cos of the pain and sorrow you ve caused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;nothing will change all that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;except LOVE......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;~fatima~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-112229219364848210?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/112229219364848210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=112229219364848210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112229219364848210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112229219364848210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2005/07/tear-drops-from-heart.html' title='Tear drops from the heart!'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-112127016282248358</id><published>2005-07-13T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T16:56:02.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I will get there.....somehow.. someway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder sometimes why people try to create nonsense or nonsensical things in other people's life... Why try to be great when you know deep inside you arent.. why create and pretend to be who you are and yet you arent! It makes me wonder if this world we live in is full of pretenders, waiting for you and I to enter their lives and steal away things that we wont take for granted! I do wonder why people try to say " I love you!" when they know deep inside they dont? it is really scary for me at times to trust people cos I cant go through another heartbreak again... I have seen the bad guys , dined with the ugly guys.. the good guys? well, they never seem to exist or they always hide away so that they wont get caught up in this world's nemesis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One thing I have realised in all of my life, I have never cheated or lied about my true feelings, never pretended to be in love when I do know I detest the person, I do believe that being trustworthy and always telling the truth count most even if 99 percent of people you have met or would meet wont be trustworthy enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, Love is not what it is meant to be... some people dont know the meaning of love talkless of reciprocating the feeling back to their loved ones, some envy you for being in love but never try to work things out in their love relationships... some... like I said earlier... are "love pretenders"... just make the other person believe that they love him/her but dump her when she wants more loving... it is a shame, to you guys out there, if you like "hitting" on girls like you try to tell your "homies" cos nothing hurts bad than being lied to ... or false interpretations of your feelings... you may have "hit-and-run"ed your way through it, but be least assured that one day, someone too will enter your life, pretend to love you and drop you off just like that! without looking back...(Alcia keys'KARMA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am glad for being in love and I am glad that I will always be in love... with or without anyone in my life... atleast I do know how to express my feelings!To my loved ones, thanks for accepting me for who i am and for loving me no matter what I do or say.. I love you all..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="285" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6447/819/320/MMU-Peace-ISS-shape-fcm.jpg" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;~fatyma~&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/13987569-112127016282248358?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/112127016282248358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=112127016282248358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112127016282248358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112127016282248358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-will-get-theresomehow-someway.html' title='I will get there.....somehow.. someway!'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-112108948485381989</id><published>2005-07-11T14:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T14:44:44.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>J'aime...... moi beau!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wet Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dream of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dream of things wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dream of peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dream of everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dream of love even when I cant hold you down to myself....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dream of you, I dream of you my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I care for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I care for all things beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I care for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I care when no one else does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh baby, why dont you realise this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That you are my only love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I cherish....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things I adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;things I day-dream about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love to hold you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;when the rain is falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love to hang around your place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;when you arent around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;eventhough I feel blue when I am with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dont try to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;dont bother to cheat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I aint gonna freak out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;when you love someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;cos I know that you are mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;always....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;baby, why dont you stay with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;through my wet days..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;~fatyma~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is a lil bit slow... it cant r nb... but a slow love song you can think of in the 60s era.. when love is love and not right now... hehehe bye folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-112108948485381989?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-112081142255387096</id><published>2005-07-08T09:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:30:22.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poverty in the land of plenty:Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmmm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Africa... you never know this beautiful continent unless you spend your whole life there... cos this is where my heart feels free.. where I get to kiss the red earth and feel alive... and yet this is where the "freedom - fighters" alias colonial masters came to destroy our innocence, it is like robbing the bridegroom of his wife, in the name of colonisation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet, I never get to watch the Live8 cos I was busy in school with my classes, but i got some snippets of the concert here and there through my mobile phone but then, I dunno what the heck the G8 members are doing, I have forgotten that they were still around until I heard about the terrorist attack in central London and that was when I realised that the G8 were still available... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People, Africa is too rich to be in debt, but are we going to stop begging for more resources when we already have enough?! Are we still trying to fill everybody's pocket with money and yet our own countrymen cant find any kobo to hold on to cos we are poor? I dont believe that we are poor cos they are using our brain, draining us and stressing us with all of their problems and yet we are still being colonised( no pun intended) on what to do? well, we need to stand up for ourselves, whether the G8 are going to help us or not, we need to satisfy ourselves with the limited resources that God gave to us and use it and not allow them to take more from us... so help me God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-112081142255387096?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/4649043.stm' title='Poverty in the land of plenty:Africa'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/112081142255387096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=112081142255387096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112081142255387096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112081142255387096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2005/07/poverty-in-land-of-plentyafrica.html' title='Poverty in the land of plenty:Africa'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-112052567487965374</id><published>2005-07-05T01:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T02:07:54.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealous of you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Jealous of you~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I see the way he calls you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;never dropping the phone for hours long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I felt something in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I felt that he loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and I know you love him too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I stop the thoughts cos I cant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;imagine you being with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I pinch myself daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;why i going crazy over this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;but I guess life goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am jealous of you gal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You seem to get him to be by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You are so lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;that I feel jealous thinking of you both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I dont know why he comes by daily to send you roses and chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;but I guess everyday is valentine to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I cant believe a real man can do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;but I guess it must have been love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;or it is you doing your magic on him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why cant I have him the way you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You seem to be in another planet from mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and thats why I feel this pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;whenever I think of you both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am jealous of you gal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You seem to get him stuck on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I dunno how you do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;but I am envious of your love for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;but I am gonna be jealous till I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;get someone like him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;   ~fatyma!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-112052567487965374?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/112052567487965374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=112052567487965374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112052567487965374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112052567487965374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2005/07/jealous-of-you.html' title='Jealous of you!'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-112040831435062494</id><published>2005-07-03T17:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T17:31:54.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My naijalicious love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;You are my naijalicious love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I love the way I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;whenever I am around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;cos I guess you are my delicous lover...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I cant sleep sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;thinking of you has become something I do daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I harbour thoughts of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;its really crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;thinking of my naijalicious love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;how will i survive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ko ma ye mi mo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;tell me what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I need to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;cos I just need you more and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;and if I should die tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I will be a contended soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;because you satisfied my appetite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;and make me feel whole and tight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ma fimisile ooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;cos I dont know what will happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I might go nutz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;without you in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;and I need you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;my sweet delicious love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;cos you are my only naijalicious love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;~fatima!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-112040831435062494?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/feeds/112040831435062494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13987569&amp;postID=112040831435062494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112040831435062494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13987569/posts/default/112040831435062494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morounmubo.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-naijalicious-love.html' title='My naijalicious love'/><author><name>Tayo Salami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10703248174017105737</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13987569.post-111985655036617452</id><published>2005-06-27T07:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T08:15:50.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hullo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;There are times in our lives when we need to have changes but we don't know how or what to do about it... I felt I needed a change but I didn't know where cos I always take things too personal in my life and people always take me for granted cos I am always being too "nice" and right now I ve decided that beign a nice gurl aint that good.. I need to breathe.. please... no more playing around and looking for pleasing peeps but roughing it out on my own and trying to stay alive in this world of chaos.... yup , and living my life the way I need it to be... kinda classic huh, well, this is how life treats you so you need to buckle up and understand that things wont come your way unless you stand up and get it yourself! just trying my luck on writing songs.. hopefully I can get by it in a good way... i dunno but I will keep on trying... hope it is nice though its a bit lame... my first try after all... its all mushy and romantic... to everyone hia... Bon appetite! hhehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6447/819/320/aki_paw_paw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;UNTITLED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was a time in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;when I dont know where to turn to atimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but I ve always try to do something about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;please, dont be angry with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;cos I am just feeling happy with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and I am glad that I know you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whenever I think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I always feel a sense of knowing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I cant think of anything but you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;that's why I am writing this to let you know that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;chorus~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby, I love you and that's all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;cos no one else makes me feel brand new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;like you do....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;whenever I am with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel different maybe its because of your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;that you gave me and that's why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I cant stop loving you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried to pinch myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe these feelings will fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but no, it increases even more baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;what am I gonna do without you darling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;dont leave me, dont go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not flattering you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;for the sake of flirting with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;cos this is what i'm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna let you know something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;this comes from a sore heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;a heart that has been broken many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;yet it seems alive and stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and I believe in your love for me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;-*fatyma*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13987569-111985655036617452?l=morounmubo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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