<?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-2825121108870949401</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:06:57.881+01:00</updated><category term='restrictions'/><category term='luxury'/><category term='rip-off'/><category term='marriage; habits'/><category term='2011'/><category term='na wa o'/><category term='God'/><category term='today&apos;s meme'/><category term='guy&apos;s rules'/><category term='men&apos;s minds'/><category term='experience'/><category term='2010'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='single'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='new dept'/><category term='men demystified'/><category term='New'/><category term='cliches'/><category term='real'/><category term='A.Y  Show'/><category term='sayings'/><category term='leave'/><category term='Zoe'/><category term='fake'/><category term='marriage; committment; tips'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='cheating'/><category term='day one'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='flirting'/><category term='new year'/><category term='like'/><category term='signs'/><category term='shirts'/><category term='abuja'/><category term='Car'/><category term='july; 5th'/><category term='love'/><category term='friend'/><category term='questions'/><category term='brand'/><category term='Thankfulness'/><category term='dbanj'/><title type='text'>Onome........</title><subtitle type='html'>My little scrapbook..........</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-6730220427545697767</id><published>2011-07-24T10:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T10:33:26.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>here again</title><content type='html'>Dis blogsville is pretty boring these days o....hmmm..where's d action people???(Lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I have noticed d year is over again...august is around d corner, and am asking myself, how has d year been so far..in two words, not bad....stuff has happened..bombings, bomb scares, I got an armed robber scare in my neighbour hood once(unforgettable)..in fact since ders nothing to do lemme gist u....one fateful evening on my way home from work...armed with a parcel I had picked up early that day, and my takeaway dinner(I happened to eat out), the cab driver and I were engaged in small talk till we got to a turn leading to my estate gate...we saw people running off and cars speeding away...the cab guy said "armed robbers"...and put off d car, opened d door and ran off..I was momentarily stunned and in a state of panic opened d door and ran off..lucky for me my bag was on my lap so I grabbed that, and my food but not my parcel and bolted...I had never known fear like that night...I thought of getting shot, or beaten...and I kept feeling I wasn't fast enough bcos people kept passing me....now where was I running to? There happened to be a short cut to my estate..and that's where I was headed..but in my confusion ran into some sort of barricade...I wanted to hide there but I feared being found out so I took off again...theeeeen I noticed d running had stopped and people were asking what the hell was going on...I heard an angry person remark "una dey run una no even look wetin dey make u run"....of course I wasn't going to walk back to d gate so I promptly took d short cut and got home...called my sisters and my dad...and gisted them when I got home...in retrsopect it was pretty funny...but unconsciously whenever am going home I can't help but hope there won't be a repeat performance(lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-6730220427545697767?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/6730220427545697767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=6730220427545697767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/6730220427545697767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/6730220427545697767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2011/07/here-again.html' title='here again'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-8207703713111237450</id><published>2011-07-18T12:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:12:07.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>encore??</title><content type='html'>I havent blogged in ages...except like on saturday night I think..and am trying to start again but I wonder will it be the same without the friends I made here? Afrobabe, Nikkisab, Florida, LG, Isi, Jinta, Atutupoyoyo, Carlang, Nyemoni, Unnaked...to mention but a few...those peeps made my blog world rock...and now they're gone(sad face)....so now am I going to start re-blogging, hoping to discover new blogspots; not forgetting every one mentioned above...will love and miss u all...o yea, i discovered a new one...luscious curves...great writing..and uh...wat else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea....peace and love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-8207703713111237450?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/8207703713111237450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=8207703713111237450&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/8207703713111237450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/8207703713111237450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2011/07/encore.html' title='encore??'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-4352858802456888050</id><published>2011-07-17T00:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T00:19:49.647+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='july; 5th'/><title type='text'>landmarks?</title><content type='html'>Here's the deal...I suck at descriptions...I suck a ddresses and street names..sometimes I even suck at dates..so I use the most popular thing known to man....yup, landmarks...it usually takes the form of buildings, objects, even events...so I have discovered a new landmark...d 5th of July 2011...I had a very interesting conversation with my elder sister...made an absolutely stunning, gorgeous, mind-blowing new friend, and dis night, I read a very inspiring blog post by my younger sister that happened to be written on that very date...it was an intersting day, the 5th of July...the beginning of many more intersting days to come..lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-4352858802456888050?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-5248803045038100686</id><published>2010-12-30T12:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T12:04:20.656+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>one last look</title><content type='html'>in retrospect 2010 was........................(fill in d blanks;lets know how 2010 was for u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine was................will fill mine wen u fill urs:-D:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-8915303937189296059</id><published>2010-09-03T15:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T15:26:32.641+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:-(</title><content type='html'>ahem!!! here I am again...months later, one more failed relationshiop after, emotionally injured, financially crippled near paralyzed, mentally shaken, and yet d questions still linger "what if....could i have...could der be...will i....will there..." they wont jus bloody lemme alone...all i can say is am really sad...but heeeeeeeey.......woreva!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-2359008395129341695</id><published>2010-04-30T08:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T08:49:49.446+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cliches'/><title type='text'>19 Things You Should Never Say to a Single Person</title><content type='html'>This to me is interesting, and funny:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As a writer, I avoid cliches like the plague...HAHA! But seriously, cliches are old, tired, and they show absolutely no thought. I mean, do I make you read that some guy's skin was as white as snow? No. It's a major insult to your intellect. So when I have to hear a cliche or overused saying in the real world, as a response to my newly single status or some other dating dilemma, it's offensive and frustrating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have so many sayings and maxims for dating? A single gal is likely to get slammed with them ad nauseam as soon as she expresses any unhappiness at her situation.&lt;br /&gt;Since we could all use a good laugh, I asked some friends and Twitter followers to send in their most hated adages. I know you've heard them all before, but I just couldn't believe how many there were! Here's a tiny compilation. Enjoy -- today, they're not directed at you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It happens when you're not looking.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"This is just bull. Some people find people when they're looking; some don't. You're not doing anything wrong by going out and meeting people."&lt;/em&gt; -Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are plenty of fish in the sea.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I dated a guy whose last name was Fish. People just had a BLAST with that one." &lt;/em&gt;-Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, why are you single?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I generally dislike this question. I mean honestly, if I knew why, I don't think I would be single right now, now would I?!"&lt;/em&gt;Erica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're too picky.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"This may be true, but it feels like I'm getting criticized for my taste, vision, and close-mindedness -- when I'm already down."&lt;/em&gt; -Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll find the right person for you.&lt;/strong&gt; -Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's out there.&lt;/strong&gt; -Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was just bad timing.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Like it's so easy to dismiss a guy on such an emotionless and objective reason."&lt;/em&gt; -Taryn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just have fun with it!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Um, don't tell me how to date in my thirties when you got married at 24."&lt;/em&gt; -Maya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you tried online dating?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Duh!"&lt;/em&gt; -Elisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He just wasn't the right guy for you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I know! That's what I'm complaining about!"&lt;/em&gt; - Elisa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, when Steve and I first got together...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Wait, I still want to talk about me." &lt;/em&gt;-Elisa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the time is right, you will meet someone.&lt;/strong&gt; -Betsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow, I wish I were single and in your shoes!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Really?! I'm pretty sure you CAN be single if you actually want to be. That there is an attainable dream, so if you aren't messing with me right now out of pity (which I suspect you are), please go for it!"&lt;/em&gt; -Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your turn next [at weddings].&lt;/strong&gt; -Natlondon, via Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It will happen when you least expect it.&lt;/strong&gt; -dlegas05, via Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some guy is going to come along and ruin your career/life plans.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I am 32 and no one has ruined the last 10 years of plans."&lt;/em&gt; -frolicblog, via Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you're so pretty! Why don't you have a boyfriend?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"There's just no graceful way to answer that."&lt;/em&gt; -earnesteats, via Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It just wasn't meant to be.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Any of these platitudes are exponentially more annoying when coming from the mouths of smug marrieds."&lt;/em&gt; -Reberoodle, via Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sure, Steve rescues kids from abusive homes, donated my sister a kidney, and picks up fresh flowers for me daily on his way home from work, but will he QUIT IT with the sports on TV already?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Single people just hate to be complained to about petty relationship stuff. If you do this, I'm not going to want to hang out with you. (In fact, maybe I'll call Steve and ask him if he wants to watch the Yankees game?)"&lt;/em&gt; -Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, if you're in a relationship or married and you don't have any specific, original advice or wisdom for your single friend -- and you must use an established saying -- we would prefer to hear neutral ones like, &lt;em&gt;"This too shall pass"&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;"Take it one day at a time." &lt;/em&gt;They are so much more helpful and comforting -- you have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also of note: not one person I polled mentioned they were tired of hearing, &lt;em&gt;"He's just not that into you." &lt;/em&gt;I think that's because it's not condescending. And apparently, it's not overused. So that one is still OK to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening! :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-2359008395129341695?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/2359008395129341695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=2359008395129341695&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/2359008395129341695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/2359008395129341695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2010/04/19-things-you-should-never-say-to.html' title='19 Things You Should Never Say to a Single Person'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-4383018241321855114</id><published>2010-03-29T08:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T08:56:44.686+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage; habits'/><title type='text'>8 Habits That Destroy Marriage</title><content type='html'>Yea I know, who made me the marriage expert yeah? Well, as usual, I found an article I deemed important enough to share so here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll say it straight up: There's no good reason in the world to hang onto these habits. They aren't helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Nagging, nagging, nagging.&lt;/strong&gt; We know about the squeaky wheel, but complaining loud and long gets you only short-term gains and builds up powerful discontent on your spouse's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Blaming, criticizing, and name-calling.&lt;/strong&gt; These tactics belittle the person you promised to love, honor, and cherish; let you play angel to his or her devil; and don't address the responsibility you both share for your marital happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Bullying, rudeness, and selfishness.&lt;/strong&gt; These ugly power plays tell your partner that he or she doesn't count at all in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Peacekeeping and passive placating.&lt;/strong&gt; A &lt;em&gt;"whatever you say, Dear"&lt;/em&gt; attitude may keep your home quieter but leaves you in the martyr's role. You'll end up angry, defensive, and a drudge. What fun is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Deploying logic all the time.&lt;/strong&gt; Life isn't the starship Enterprise; playing the dispassionate Mr. Spock not only cuts you off from your feelings but also subtly tells your spouse that his or her feelings don't count either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Throwing up distractions.&lt;/strong&gt; You're just having fun, right? Think again. Being hyperactive, fooling around all the time, and refusing to focus—in conversation or in life—often is an attempt to avoid intimacy or difficult issues, which can be horribly frustrating for your mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Stonewalling.&lt;/strong&gt; Another stall maneuver, stonewalling stops arguments and constructive discussions cold. Not much can happen when one spouse just won't talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Making unilateral decisions about the big things.&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes you have to pick the bathroom paint color on your own. But if you're making major decisions about your money, your time, your kids, and your family life, you're acting without accountability and cutting off the possibility of joint decision-making and deeper intimacy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-4383018241321855114?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/4383018241321855114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=4383018241321855114&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/4383018241321855114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/4383018241321855114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2010/03/8-habits-that-destroy-marriage.html' title='8 Habits That Destroy Marriage'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-3020525274336787824</id><published>2010-02-24T09:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:34:47.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Things He Will Never Tell</title><content type='html'>Now I seem to be a hotmail...lifestyle fanatic cos I keep seeing great articles I cant help but share...I find this article particularly interesting and enlightening esp for we chics(just my thot)...depsite its been ages I blogged last.....damn I so need to keep up....ok so here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man's mouth is like the back of an armored truck. We like to keep the door to our thoughts closed, locked, and protected by armed guards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Simply because we fear what trouble would spill out if you knew everything we keep inside. We fear you'd think we were pigs or pansies, and frankly, we fear for our safety (there's no correct way to answer a question that includes the words "fat" or "tummy tuck"). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, we'll let you borrow the key—just this once—and take a look in this truck of valuable insight. Inside, you'll see the very things a man will never tell you about himself—and a few about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thing 1: &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I Love You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ©iStockphoto.com/Stepan Popov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you more now than I did when we first met.&lt;/em&gt; I don't know why we never tell you, so let it be known that I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we adore the women who gave us the 2 best days of our lives: when our kids were born and our wedding day. Now how about I go ahead and give away that baseball card collection? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thing 2:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My Own Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be alone.&lt;/em&gt; Not forever, not every day, and not just because I need 17 seconds to take care of the second thing on this list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men just want guys' night out to hang, drink a pitcher, watch football. We don't bring it up as often as we want because we think you'll get insulted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, wanting to distance ourselves from our home base doesn't mean we don't like the team we're playing for. Give me a couple of hours every week and it's like giving Viagra to our relationship. It'll be longer and better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thing 3: Role Reversals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I desperately want you to buy me a drink (or throw me to the floor).&lt;/em&gt; As a predatory species, we're used to doing all the hunting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We buy drinks, make the call, send flowers. We're bred to hunt, and we accept that evolutionary responsibility. But we're a tired species too. We're tired of the miles we've traveled searching for you, the enemies we've fought to win your attention, the damn droughts we've had to endure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we want is for you to occasionally take on the role of predator. Please attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thing 4: Fighting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish you'd fight like a guy.&lt;/em&gt; When two guys go at it on the basketball court, they get in each other's faces, yell, push, call each other pricks, then move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you fight, I feel like I'm giving testimony you'll use against me in a trial 3 years from now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I flick to the Spanish channel when you want to mix it up. I'm exercising my right to remain silent, because I know it will be used against me in the court of you. Can't we just say what we need to, be done with it, and slap each other's butts? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thing 5: Cards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pick cards for you solely based on the picture.&lt;/em&gt; Really, how is some Hallmark hack going to properly sum up what I feel for the woman who sizzles my bacon? Gimme two kids holding hands, and it's a done deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thing 6: My Hang-Ups&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ©iStockphoto.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate the way I look.&lt;/em&gt; You think you have issues? Men have more hang-ups than a telemarketer. We might walk around like chest-thumping primates, but our list of insecurities rivals yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men may never admit they're bothered by their shoulder hair, or the fact that they're hung like a tugboat instead of a torpedo. But we're sure to pull out humor, intellect, money, or millions of other things we can control to compensate for the things we can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thing 7: I'm Selfish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm selfish.&lt;/em&gt; The fact that I resist getting a dog doesn't mean I hate animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my future, and my future involves putting my hand in a plastic bag to pick up warm pug feces twice a day—for the next 12 years. The only thing I want to scoop 8,760 times in my life is butter pecan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thing 8: Singing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd much rather perform duets, but I have contractual obligations with my hormones to make solo albums.&lt;/em&gt; When it comes to the bedroom, women take offense if a man needs to take the microphone into his own hands—like it's a sign we're not satisfied with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, a solo performance is no substitute for the many beautiful tunes we've recorded together, but scheduling conflicts mean that we may occasionally need to riff by ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, singing solo helps cure our insomnia, decrease stress, and keep us from putting finger-tapping indentations in your shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finaaallllyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thing 9: Girly Stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like &lt;strong&gt;The Bachelor&lt;/strong&gt;, Bioré nose strips, and piña coladas.&lt;/em&gt; Testosterone prevents us from admitting this to most women or within 500 feet of another penis. But be assured that we can call on estrogen reserves as needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need someone to talk Bachelor smack with? Bring it on. Firestone made the best choice of them all, Bob's a doof, and Jesse's only shot at completing a pass all year was with Trish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-3020525274336787824?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/3020525274336787824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=3020525274336787824&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3020525274336787824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3020525274336787824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2010/02/9-things-he-will-never-tell.html' title='9 Things He Will Never Tell'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-3256816442536225843</id><published>2009-09-04T10:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:54:05.623+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage; committment; tips'/><title type='text'>He's Not Perfect: Would You Marry Him Again?</title><content type='html'>This is MAJJJOOOOORR LOOONNGG....but MAJOR interesting(for those who are patient enough)&lt;br /&gt;If you want the perfect marriage, go to a Doris Day movie. Actress Rita Wilson (married to actor Tom Hanks) learns a big fat Greek secret from her mother about long-term love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sunny, Sunday California morning. My husband is driving my mother, father, and two of our four children to church. This is the same church where I was baptized with my brother (two for the price of one!), where my sister was married and I was her maid of honor, and where my husband and I were married 23 years ago and both our youngest children were christened in the same baptismal font where, lo those many years ago, my brother's and my cries were applauded and celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving on the freeway, my mother, who is vibrantly curious after 89 years of life and 59 years of marriage, tells us about something she heard on the radio. She had been pondering this question, thanks to the airwaves: If you knew at 25 what you know today about your spouse, would you still marry the same person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is already a beautiful day, my husband and I add to its beauty by responding instantly, that, yes, we would marry each other knowing what we know now. My father, although not usually available to this sort of discussion, generously engages and answers that, yes, he would marry my mother all over again. My mother, always interested in good discussion, responds delightfully in her thick Greek accent as if she knows the question to the "Double Jeopardy" answer: "Not me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, please understand that my parents are Greek and Bulgarian. The idea that this is a subject that one would only discuss after five years of therapy never enters anyone's mind. (When you are Mediterranean, you just speak now, argue later ... or maybe you eat now, argue later.) Certainly, these two people, who are sitting with their arms brushing against each other, are not about to announce they are splitting up. I'm pretty sure that after nearly six decades, three children, and six grandchildren, they have the marriage thing down. But I have no idea where my mom is going with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we go anywhere, though, let's start at the beginning. In 1946 my Bulgarian dad "jumped ship" in Philadelphia, making his way to New York City, eagerly learning English while working at the St. Regis Hotel. My Greek mother had escaped from her ethnically Greek but geographically Albanian village during the war, arriving in New York via Athens with her mother, sister, and two brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents met in 1950 in New York City at a Greek-Bulgarian dance. My dad eyed my mom across a crowded room and asked her to dance. He wooed her briefly and then asked her to marry him. My mother, still new to the United States, thought maybe she should wait a bit before she got married — sow some oats, or sew some coats, really, because that was her job at a factory. After a few dates, and no acceptance of my dad's proposal, they amicably parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later, they met again. A friend of my mother's saw my handsome dad across the dance floor and declared, "If you don't want him, I do. He's nice." There is nothing like someone else's recognition of a good catch to wake you up. My mom, now another year older, realized that she missed my dad, and that she'd only sewn coats, and had sown no oats. So she pushed her friend aside like some desperate contestant on Dancing with the Stars and box-stepped the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents didn't have a sweep-you-off-your-feet sort of romance. They were both too practical for that. But they loved each other and saw the goodness each possessed. Soon they found themselves planning their wedding, their lives, and their future. About three weeks before the wedding, my dad had some concerns. He worried he might not be able to live up to my mom's expectations. My dad and she spent a few days apart and then talked about their expectations, which weren't major. My mom asked him to be baptized Greek Orthodox. No problem. My mom knew Dad wasn't the most romantic person in the world. Fine. Once they realized that they did want the same thing, they had a double wedding with my mom's brother and his wife on June 10, 1951.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few years in New York City, they got a call from my mom's sister and her husband, who'd moved to Los Angeles. So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly ... I mean, Hollywood. Swimming pools, movie stars, and the beginnings of a family. My mom was pregnant with my sister soon after arriving. Three and a half years after that, I was born, and then, two years later, my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the weekends, my dad would pile us all into the Batmobile, a 1950-something black Plymouth convertible with a push-button transmission, which resembled Bruce Wayne's very car, and take us to Griffith Park, in the shade of the Griffith Observatory, for his weekly volleyball game. My mom would wrangle us to fill jugs of water from a spout emerging from a stone wall that was supposedly "spring" water. Hey, in Greece water came out of a spring, why not in Hollywood? At home after the game, my dad would barbecue, Greek-style (no Southern barbecue sauce for us, only oregano, garlic, and lemon), and as the sun set, we kids would watch TV as my parents cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never remember my parents complaining. I never heard either of them say they were tired, or bored, or mad. I remember my dad saying, "God bless America" practically every day of my life. I remember my dad and his brother building an addition to our house one summer while we decamped to Oceanside to be near the beach and away from the dusty construction. I remember my mom sewing our bedspreads, curtains, and clothes and cooking Greek food but also making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in an attempt to assimilate. I remember my parents laughing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did my parents laugh, they cracked us up, too. Get this: My mom would do impersonations of all the kids in the neighborhood. You haven't lived until you've heard a Greek immigrant lady say "bitchin'." My dad had his own special talents, as well. On one outing to the zoo, as we came upon the hyena cage, my dad started howling like a wolf and made the hyenas howl back at him. We could not believe that there, in the middle of Los Angeles, my dad was making hyenas talk to him. So, my mom could impersonate kids and my dad could impersonate animals. Go figure. We were like a Disney movie with an accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm here in the car on a Sunday, thinking, "Who knew? My mom not only impersonates teens but can also pretend she has been happy all these years. Because now she is saying maybe she made a mistake?" I remember something else she recently said about relationships. She announced, in her imitable Greek accent: "You know how they say, 'Opposites attract'? Well, later on, opposites attack!" I'm about to find out either that after 59 years of marriage my mom has been the Best Actress Ever or that the "opposition" has been attacking for some time unbeknownst to me. I tell my husband to make a left, not follow the car in front too closely (not that I'm bossy), and ask my mom what exactly she means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Don't get me wrong. I love your dad. I always have. We created a beautiful life together and I wouldn't change a thing, but now I know that I like to talk. When I was younger, I didn't know how much I needed that. Back then, people married for life. I didn't really think about things like 'Will he watch The Ed Sullivan Show with me?' We both just wanted to have a good life and healthy kids. Do I wish we had long, soulful talks? Sure. If I had known then that I needed that, I may have chosen a different kind of person, but I also knew he was a very good man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents didn't demand from each other what we seem to demand today from our relationships. My dad loved sports but didn't insist she be on the golf course handing him his driver. Instead, he taught my sister and brother to play. My mom didn't complain about his lack of conversation; she found other outlets. She had us kids, her friends, and her extended family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents knew it was all right if not every single one of their needs were being met by the other, because commitment to the life they shared and created was a bigger reward than anything else. So what if my dad wasn't clued in on the latest gossip? Or that my mom was perfectly okay never learning to ride a bike or swim? (A side note: I venture to say that my mom never exercised because she had to escape from her village during the war by hiking — at night, by herself — over some seriously steep mountains. I think she just thought, "That's pretty much it for exercise for the rest of my life.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we pull up to church, my parents are laughing and humorously harassing each other. My dad is helping my mom out of the car. The boys are helping my dad help my mom. I let my parents walk ahead, and, as Dad guides Mom toward the church, ask myself, "Would I ever want two other people as my parents?" The answer is immediate: "Not me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Culled from MSN.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-3256816442536225843?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/3256816442536225843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=3256816442536225843&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3256816442536225843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3256816442536225843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2009/09/hes-not-perfect-would-you-marry-him_04.html' title='He&apos;s Not Perfect: Would You Marry Him Again?'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-7713848306817072298</id><published>2009-03-03T11:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:42:45.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Attract Better Guys</title><content type='html'>- Culled from Cosmopolitan.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes it's tough to spot a creep until it's too late. Here, Cosmo investigates how to suss out the losers and position yourself to meet Mr. Right instead of Mr. Right Now&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year, gorgeous actress Anne Hathaway's relationship with Rafaello Follieri famously crashed and burned when he was exposed as a con man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fairness to Anne, it's not always easy to tell whether a dude's truly charming and sweet or putting on an act. &lt;em&gt;"Guys who have little integrity or may not be a good boyfriend long-term tend to be slick and evasive," &lt;/em&gt;says &lt;strong&gt;Diana Kirschner, Ph.D., author of Love in 90 Days. &lt;/strong&gt;The following info will help you clue in better to lame guys, and lure in the good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spotting a Wolf in Sheep's Clothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you've ever been duped by a less-than-stellar guy (as in, a perpetual mooch, a cheater, a liar) it's not necessarily that you're naive. It's that many times, we're attracted to the traits that cover up who the guy really is,&lt;/em&gt; according to &lt;strong&gt;Jessica Cassaday, Ph.D., and Ryan Browning Cassaday, co-authors of Stop Wondering if You'll Ever Meet Him.&lt;/strong&gt; For example, he's super romantic right away. &lt;em&gt;"Yeah, it's nice for you, but it's a sign that he's over-compensating," &lt;/em&gt;they say.&lt;em&gt; "Men who claim they fell in love with you at first sight or pour on the charm immediately are often trying too hard to win you over, hiding the fact that they have no real potential to develop a relationship naturally."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some other red flags to look for early in the relationship:&lt;/strong&gt; He gets very cozy on the first date, becoming inappropriately touchy-feely; he's refreshingly talkative, but you realize he actually commands most of the conversation, rarely asking you questions about yourself; or he "futures" you on date one or two, using a sweet phrase like &lt;em&gt;"someday we should drive to the mountains to see the snow" &lt;/em&gt;(this indicates lack of authenticity or a desire to sell something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reeling in the Good Ones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to ask yourself whether you're unconsciously sending out signals that losers are picking up on. If so, you may need to change your frequency. For instance, most jerks will go after women who they suspect have low confidence and can be easily swayed. To entice motivated, kind, and faithful men, psych yourself up with positive self-talk before going out. &lt;em&gt;"Research says that if you tell yourself you look hot in a dress or are having an amazing hair night, you'll have less anxiety and better self-esteem, which will in turn attract confident men who like strong women," &lt;/em&gt;Kirschner says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of location, there isn't one guaranteed place to stake out a good catch. But as cliché as it sounds, philanthropic events tend to attract honest, reliable, and commitment-ready types, according to experts. Or, hang out with your network of friends, family, and coworkers (instead of hoping to meet a random stranger at a bar) &lt;em&gt;because that's how you're likely to connect with good guys who you'll gel with&lt;/em&gt;, Kirschner says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sign that a guy's a good catch? If he mentions he's close with his family. &lt;em&gt;That means he's more apt to be a stable, loving person who wants to make a commitment&lt;/em&gt;, Kirschner says. Another trick to use once you've gone out a few times: Check out his apartment. If booze figures prominently and he's all about multiple flat screens and toys like video games and a pool table, he could be a player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reprinted with permission of Hearst Communications, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: anoda excerpt for da single ladies(lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-7713848306817072298?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/7713848306817072298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=7713848306817072298&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7713848306817072298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7713848306817072298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-attract-better-guys.html' title='How to Attract Better Guys'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-8341007835226211128</id><published>2009-02-24T13:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:11:28.061+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men&apos;s minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Love Questions Every Guy Asks Himself</title><content type='html'>-Culled from Cosmopolitan.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been AGGEESSSSS since I blogged...but I saw this really interesting article and decided to post it.....:-D....i'll be back in grand style again...SOOOONNNEEESSTTTTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Questions Every Guy Asks Himself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All men make internal queries at critical relationship moments to decide whether to stick around or stick a fork in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a First Date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's she like in bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t get laid tonight, will this end early enough for me to meet up with friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...will I get laid tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a superultrawünderbra or are her breasts that incredible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she think I’m funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I tell her she has a piece of lettuce stuck in her teeth or do I hope it works itself loose before she looks in a mirror and completely freaks out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she always wear this much makeup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are lulls in the conversation first-date awkwardness or a sign that she has nothing to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would doing this again be worth the time and money? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before Getting Serious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I really willing to give up on other potentials for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I be proud to introduce her to my folks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl I always see at the gym seems into me, so seriously, am I really willing to give up on other potentials?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will my friends like her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will she let me see my friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I have fun if I took a long vacation with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I think her “charming quirks” are actually “annoying pathology” in six months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point down the road, can I see myself perhaps beginning to maybe think about the chance that I wouldn’t rule out the possibility of marrying her? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Getting Married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love the way things are, so will marriage change anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she gonna go bonkers while planning the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will she eventually look as MILF-hot (or troll-like) as her mom does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I handle her insane family for the rest of my life…and can she handle mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will she be a good mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may work now, but do I make enough money to support her and a family if I need to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever be able to spend time by myself again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I know I can count on her in a crisis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be happy never having sex with another woman for the rest of...my...life? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB....Guys...is dis true????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-8341007835226211128?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/8341007835226211128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=8341007835226211128&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/8341007835226211128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/8341007835226211128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-questions-every-guy-asks-himself.html' title='Love Questions Every Guy Asks Himself'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-4285570617435900266</id><published>2009-01-05T14:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:21:56.197+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Naija Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clMVkThNrU8/SWIHSBkaHHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hVVgn5d-4PE/s1600-h/Eko+Dialogue.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clMVkThNrU8/SWIHSBkaHHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hVVgn5d-4PE/s320/Eko+Dialogue.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287796918726564978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eko Dialogue by Joy Isi Bewaji &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The hustle and bustle of life in Lagos and the attendant drama, grit and fervour that characterize the people and different scenes in the city often leaves a newcomer and even some conservative long-timers breathless with wonderment. The irony of Lagos life is such that imprints on the mind of a keen observer the impressions of a city reeling with laughter and deep reflections. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Eko Dialogue captures this unique soul of life in the city in different episodic scenes that are aptly fast-paced that you almost feel the blares, toots and cynicism of Eko (Lagos) life literarily come alive and jump straight at you. Authored by Joy Isi Bewaji, Eko Dialogue is a satire of the modern realities in Eko and is written in a style that is at once fluid and compelling. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECT DELIVERIES PLEASE CALL: 0702 – 808 – 9176 &lt;br /&gt;COVER PRICE N600.00 ONLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB&lt;br /&gt;This is my way of appreciating d enormous potential resident in naija.....u go babes:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-4285570617435900266?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/4285570617435900266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=4285570617435900266&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/4285570617435900266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/4285570617435900266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2009/01/naija-talent.html' title='Naija Talent'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_clMVkThNrU8/SWIHSBkaHHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hVVgn5d-4PE/s72-c/Eko+Dialogue.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-7801634412727492805</id><published>2008-11-26T13:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:32:51.366+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><title type='text'>A bit tired..............</title><content type='html'>I've been browsing different websites...and I keep coming across one word that's beginning to crawl up my skin and dat word is CHEATING...we have articles like "Why He Cheats"...."When He Cheats"...."Is He Cheating"...."How to tell if he's cheating"....etc etc....I mean for God's sake is there NOTHING else to talk about? Am I to go through my entire dating life, married life hounding my man or husband to see if he's cheating or not??? and if UNFORTUNATELY FOR HIM I discover he's Cheating, am I to dash back to the Internet to find dat article dat talks about why men cheat and bake him a cake as proof of my forgiving him and wanting to work things out? Or am I to run reporting him to his friends, parents, Pastor and even God to strike him with an electric bolt so dat next time he wont ever do it again? Now dont get me wrong I dont support Infidelity, but I expect that by now couples worldwide understand the reality and ugliness of cheating...d pain, fury and sorrow it causes, the emotional turmoils attached on both the "cheater" and the "cheatee"[couldnt think of anoda term].....etc etc...so can the world find something else to talk about? do we hear people trying to handle issues like violence, robbery, murder, serial killing, fraud, prostitution etc....the thing is infidelity is as bad as those vices mentioned above whether we want to admit it or not....and at the end of the day its up to you and me to decide whether the initial thrill and excitement of new "equipment" is worth the future tribulation awaiting you if and when discovered......&lt;br /&gt;Have I said enough???? I think so.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-7801634412727492805?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/7801634412727492805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=7801634412727492805&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7801634412727492805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7801634412727492805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/11/bit-tired.html' title='A bit tired..............'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-155839148032802727</id><published>2008-11-25T15:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:27:21.489+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirting'/><title type='text'>For d singles like moi....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10. Flirting is an attitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good flirt is self-confident and not afraid to take risks. Be enthusiastic and positive—it works! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Start a conversation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best opening line is saying hello. Talk about the surroundings, ask a question, ask for help or state an opinion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Have fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be playful, light-hearted and spontaneous. Show your vulnerability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Use props&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never leave home without a prop. Props are natural conversation starters. They encourage conversation and others will be compelled to start talking to you. Great props include dogs, kids, unusual jewelry, a fabulous scent, a sweatshirt with your favorite passion, interesting ties, hats or an interesting book or newspaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Be the host&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change your behavior from guest to host. You are not a passive person waiting around for romance; instead, you’re the welcome committee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Make the first move&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move closer to the person you want to meet. Say hello. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Listen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two ears and one mouth because you should listen twice as much as you speak. Listening is a true art. Your flirting partner will be drawn to you. Everyone loves to be heard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Eye contact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please look your partner in the eye gently (no more than a few seconds) and then glance away. Don’t stare—it’s a turn-off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Compliment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliment your flirting partner. The best compliments have the element of surprise. The “flirtee” will know that you really noticed him or her. Remember, your compliments must be honest, sincere and genuine. When you receive a compliment, the best response is a simple “Thank you!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s contagious. Smiling makes you so much more approachable. A smile lights up your face and draws people to you. You’ll be a people magnet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess dis applies to everyone doesn't it????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-155839148032802727?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/155839148032802727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=155839148032802727&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/155839148032802727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/155839148032802727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-d-singles-like-moi.html' title='For d singles like moi....'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-5769034932343072412</id><published>2008-11-22T10:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T10:27:29.117+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday(overdue)</title><content type='html'>Today I just realized that I neglected(not intentionally) my one year anniversary on blogsville....it's been sporadic but its been good......this also has been one year 'Studd'(formerly 'Zoe' then 'Bobo') and I have been together:-)...It's been a good since year 2007..the prayers and good wishes of a lot of people and the Mercy of the Almighty have preserved Studd for me....no accidents, no theft, no loss of life or property....I give God the Glory...so then...I look forward to a much more interesting, fun-filled, pleasant, exicting 2009 both on blogsville and with Studd and generally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB&lt;br /&gt;this is not my last post for the year(lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-5769034932343072412?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/5769034932343072412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=5769034932343072412&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/5769034932343072412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/5769034932343072412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthdayoverdue.html' title='Happy Birthday(overdue)'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-2832198219264498696</id><published>2008-11-10T15:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:28:33.119+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leave'/><title type='text'>Back from recess</title><content type='html'>wey dem wey dem wey dem????? lol...just got back from my leave and i spent it REEEEEEESSSSSSTTTTTTTTINNNNNNNNNG..which is wat i guess was really wrong with me den.....ave been in foul mood swings for such minor reasons as hunger pangs.....so maybe extra craving for physical rest could have reduced me to extra cravings to howl and sob(lol)......[hope dis english is correct o]...anyway..me leave was good, am back at work, and looking for $$$$$$$$$$$.....so dats it...wat y'all been up to bloggers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-2832198219264498696?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/2832198219264498696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=2832198219264498696&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/2832198219264498696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/2832198219264498696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-from-recess.html' title='Back from recess'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-281676325404288137</id><published>2008-10-24T18:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:49:19.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>and the problem is.............?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_clMVkThNrU8/SQIKFS8S4pI/AAAAAAAAADk/RiYaR6NVK-s/s1600-h/Image152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_clMVkThNrU8/SQIKFS8S4pI/AAAAAAAAADk/RiYaR6NVK-s/s320/Image152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260778400822518418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_clMVkThNrU8/SQIKFeIeu0I/AAAAAAAAADc/I1GqKnhpzp0/s1600-h/Image151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_clMVkThNrU8/SQIKFeIeu0I/AAAAAAAAADc/I1GqKnhpzp0/s320/Image151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260778403826416450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clMVkThNrU8/SQIKFXurTRI/AAAAAAAAADU/na6pfJ7dPTo/s1600-h/Image149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clMVkThNrU8/SQIKFXurTRI/AAAAAAAAADU/na6pfJ7dPTo/s320/Image149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260778402107575570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clMVkThNrU8/SQIKFFN4P8I/AAAAAAAAADM/Ud-FVXidLtg/s1600-h/Image146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clMVkThNrU8/SQIKFFN4P8I/AAAAAAAAADM/Ud-FVXidLtg/s320/Image146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260778397138173890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clMVkThNrU8/SQIJUW__nvI/AAAAAAAAADE/8khZJOsXfus/s1600-h/Image148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_clMVkThNrU8/SQIJUW__nvI/AAAAAAAAADE/8khZJOsXfus/s320/Image148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260777560098184946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno wats wrong i jus feel dis urge to cry..u know jus lock myself up alone somewhere and let it rip!!!!!! y??? i have no idea i jus wanna do it...maybe its as a result of accumulated experiences one has had and tried to put behind her but somehow these things have a way of hiding in ur subconscious and occasionally whispering into ur concious(y'know?); maybe it's as a result of wanting something(s) and not seeing it(them) and asking y its so, wat u've done wrong? what u're doing wrong, y u havnt stopped what u're doing wrong? wen u'll stop what u're doing wrong, IF u'll stop what u're doing wrong....are u sure u're doing something wrong(sigh)...o well, der are always days like dat..lets hope i get past this phase quickly, cos i dont fancy being sad at all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK on a lighter note ave moved to my own place now:-D(thank u thank u) above are a few pics of my abode....further tushing up will be done as time goes on:-D..i tell u moving aint easy at all but(hehehehe)... but its a sign dat things are looking up in life..we look forward to better days..wer d hell is my resolution list?????? and wer's afrobabe..bloggers pls tell her i miss her and her updates:-D(yes i confess am jus reading dem today)..in fact a change has come(lol)...am so getting online at home...and soon too....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-281676325404288137?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/281676325404288137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=281676325404288137&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/281676325404288137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/281676325404288137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-problem-is.html' title='and the problem is.............?'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_clMVkThNrU8/SQIKFS8S4pI/AAAAAAAAADk/RiYaR6NVK-s/s72-c/Image152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-7065443516307096350</id><published>2008-10-14T11:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:18:21.479+01:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Salary Secrets Your Company Won't Tell You</title><content type='html'>It's normal to wonder how and why you get paid the salary you do. After all, it's not a decision process most employers are willing to disclose, at least not without a little prodding. So what are the best-kept secrets when it comes to salary decisions at most companies? And how can you use them to your advantage? Let's take a look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. For most companies, 3.9% is the average budget increase for salaries.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sad but true. According to the 35th annual WorldatWork Salary Budget Survey, the "actual increase in salary budgets was 3.9% in 2008." The number is expected to stay the same in 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means, that for most U.S. workers, the average raise will be about the same, with "high performers" receiving about a 5% raise, and "low performers" receiving 2% or less, the survey authors note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When people are looking for 6-8%, well, very few people are getting it," &lt;/em&gt;says &lt;strong&gt;Rebecca Mazin, co-founder of the HR consulting firm Recruit Right and author of &lt;em&gt;"The HR Answer Book: An Indispensable Guide for Managers and Human Resources Professionals."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Knowing this can make it easier to stomach a 4% raise -- while it may not equal big money, it actually means your employer values you. Anything more means you're likely considered a top performer, and anything less means you may be underperforming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;strong&gt;. Your employer (or future employer) may not know the current salary averages.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because a whole wealth of salary information is online these days doesn't mean your company has any idea what the normal salary is for a person in your field and in your city. If you do your research and discover your salary is abnormally low, it can be a great negotiation tool when you talk to your boss about your annual raise -- or when you're accepting a new job offer. He or she will realize they could easily lose you since many competitors nearby are paying better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need to go in with some data behind you; you at least need to know what the going rate is,"&lt;/em&gt; says &lt;strong&gt;Dawn Rosenberg McKay of About.com Guide to Career Planning.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"[That way] you'll know if you're being outlandish or asking for something ridiculous."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Most managers have a short memory.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raises are given annually, and so it's important to keep track of all your achievements within the past year -- don't expect your boss to remember your big project from eight months ago. Using a spreadsheet or a special email folder, keep track of your accomplishments as they happen, so when the time comes, you have a strong case for a raise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishments that show you've either saved the company money or earned the company money are the best ones to highlight, especially if you can specify an exact figure. If that's not possible (which is the case for most employees), take note of any extraordinary praise you received from managers or fellow coworkers, any special thanks from clients, and any other ways that demonstrated you went above and beyond your normal job duties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Your manager probably has little influence over your salary.&lt;/strong&gt;Decisions about salary increases for all employees at a company are often made at a high level of management. So, even if you follow all the tips above, your manager may have minimal control over your raise. Case in point: Mazin recently worked with a nonprofit organization whose board decided to give every employee the exact same raise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not a lot you can do in this situation, but if it leaves you feeling dissatisfied or taken for granted, it may be time to look for a new job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Threatening to quit can result in a big wage increase (but it's risky).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're hoping for a big raise, or were disappointed by a recent raise, you may want to start job searching. For most people, the biggest salary jumps they have in their careers occur when they get a new job or threaten to quit because of a tantalizing job offer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, telling your current employer about your new gig can be a potent bargaining chip -- they may be willing to match the new offer just to keep you. But not always, as Mazin points out, so don't let your plan backfire. Make sure you really want that new job -- and are ready to quit your current one -- before threatening to quit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you do decide to do it, do it for the right reasons," &lt;/em&gt;Mazin says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-7065443516307096350?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/7065443516307096350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=7065443516307096350&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7065443516307096350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7065443516307096350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-salary-secrets-your-company-wont-tell.html' title='5 Salary Secrets Your Company Won&apos;t Tell You'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-7493766661831604709</id><published>2008-10-07T15:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:29:40.244+01:00</updated><title type='text'>been a while huh???</title><content type='html'>my beloved aijay, LG, chari, etc etc those asking after me...am so sorry ave been away from so long...its just so crazy for me...work is not as before..[u know, the whole new job new responsibility thing;)], hanging out's not like before and er....wat else..all in all am good...I WILL UPDATE....I PROMISE!!!  I  love u guys....mwua mwua mwua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-7493766661831604709?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/7493766661831604709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=7493766661831604709&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7493766661831604709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7493766661831604709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/10/been-while-huh.html' title='been a while huh???'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-1681287159888917079</id><published>2008-09-01T16:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:16:27.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5-Minute Vacation</title><content type='html'>Escape your office--without notifying the boss&lt;br /&gt;By Alison Granell, Men’s Health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Turn off your phone and leave the office for your lunch break&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our bodies are designed to deal with stress intermittently, not 24 hours a day," says David Posen, M.D., the author of The Little Book of Stress Relief. "Removing the source of stress, even for a short time, allows your body to recover, restore, and relax." Brooks Gump, Ph.D., who found that taking more vacations cuts heart-attack risk, says we need to grab chances to be safe from stressors. "And that may mean going out to lunch and not telling anyone where you go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Load vacation photos onto your work computer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many vacation researchers practice this trick themselves. "Viewing pictures of a restful scene allows you to recapture the feelings associated with the image," says Posen. Make them your screen saver or upload them to a free site like Flickr or Picasa for less frequent revisiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Talk about your trip with coworkers, and relive it with the people who went with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychologists call this "rehearsal"--the more (and sooner) you talk about an experience, the better it lodges in your memory, says George Loewenstein, Ph.D., a professor of psychology at Carnegie Mellon University. "You may think it's cheesy to give a slideshow," he says, "but the benefit of boring your friends and neighbors is that you're more likely to retain the experience yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Go back outside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, you spent much of your trip outdoors. Keep it up when you return home. Columbia University researchers found that exposure to the negative air ions created when air molecules are exposed to sunlight, radiation, moving air, and water generated feelings of alertness, mental clarity, and elevated mood. Tip: Those ions exist outside your office, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Re-create the sounds that lulled you on vacation &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steady, calming sound of waves, for instance: "The natural rhythm of the waves' ebb and flow helps slow the mind and relax the body," says Alan Keck, Psy.D., a psychologist with a private practice in Altamonte Springs, Florida, whose specialties include clinical hypnosis. Slip on your earphones and download a 15-minute nature-sound mp3 for $2 at soundsleeping.com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Breathe deeply, as you did on vacation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And as you probably don't, hunched over your keyboard). Close your eyes, place both feet on the floor, and breathe deeply through your nose for 5 to 10 minutes. This is an example of body-focused meditation. "Deep breaths stretch out muscles in your chest and diaphragm and alert your mind that you're ready to relax," says Peg Baim, clinical director of the training center at the Bensen-Henry Institute for Mind Body Medicine at Massachusetts General Hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Keep a vacation scent in an office drawer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that resort soap you swiped, the sunscreen you used at the beach, a sachetof Provençal herbs, or an envelope you stashed with pine needles. "Scent becomes strongly connected to whatever you felt when you first came into contact with it," says Rachel Herz, Ph.D., author of The Scent of Desire. The parts of the brain that regulate emotion, memory, and smell are close neighbors; they'll transport you back even when the vacation seems far off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is this possible even in naija??????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-1681287159888917079?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/1681287159888917079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=1681287159888917079&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1681287159888917079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1681287159888917079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-minute-vacation.html' title='The 5-Minute Vacation'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-952404388067276559</id><published>2008-07-15T10:21:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:57:44.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Talking Mistakes Most Couples Make</title><content type='html'>Why do you two still get into petty spats? Subtle bad communication habits. Learn to break them like this.&lt;br /&gt;By Jennifer Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;You and your man may think you know each other inside and out. But even the most in-tune twosomes can slip up. Many couples unknowingly have bad communication habits,” says psychologist Steve Stephens, PhD, author of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Lost in Translation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;“They’re so subtle that often they don’t create conflict in the moment, but when they happen consistently, they can make partners feel less connected.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;To avoid these pitfalls, you first have to recognize them. So we outlined five that are extremely common, even among the closest couples. Use our experts’ advice to prevent future conversational breakdowns... and reach a new level of bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistake 1: Info Gets Left Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a prime example of a couple conversation lapse: You mention to your guy that you’d like to plan dinner with friends next Thursday. You don’t, however, fill him in on where, what time, and exactly who’s coming. Not intentionally — just because when you’re part of a twosome, you tend to talk in a sort of shorthand. Essentially, you paint the broad strokes, subconsciously expecting your partner to be able to fill in the details. Of course, later, when he’s like &lt;em&gt;“Huh, dinner?” &lt;/em&gt;you wind up getting pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;The way couples speak to each other is very different from how they speak to friends,”&lt;/em&gt; points out &lt;strong&gt;Stephens&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt; “They leave out key information simply because they’re so used to being together that they think of themselves as one entity or they figure that their boyfriend or girlfriend will understand them enough to get what’s unspoken. Then, when that doesn’t happen, feelings are bruised, people feel ignored… all sorts of problems arise.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship setback for sure, but once you’re aware of it, it’s easily fixed. First, be deliberate when you’re relaying important information to your guy — the way you would be if you were talking to anyone else. And when he tells you something, ask for the nitty-gritty instead of accepting the gloss-over. &lt;em&gt;“With key stuff, have a conversation about it,”&lt;/em&gt; says psychotherapist &lt;strong&gt;Barton Goldsmith, PhD,&lt;/strong&gt; author of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emotional Fitness for Couples.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;“Or even type it out in an e-mail so you know for sure you get all the details down.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistake 2: Timing Is Off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something all women need to know is that it’s nearly impossible to have a discussion with your guy when he’s in front of the TV. You may think that because he’s sitting there, he’s a captive audience, but nope, wrong. &lt;em&gt;“Men can’t mentally multitask,” &lt;/em&gt;says Stephens.&lt;em&gt; “When he’s watching TV, he gets sucked in by the visual stimuli. Essentially, the rest of his brain shuts down, so he can’t converse too.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, you may have noticed that your guy brings up serious topics right as you’re getting ready for work or maybe paying your bills online. It’s not that he’s oblivious to the fact that you’re busy; he’s actually kind of doing it on purpose. &lt;em&gt;“Men are uncomfortable having deep conversations, so your guy will start one when you’re occupied with something else,” &lt;/em&gt;explains Stephens. &lt;em&gt;“That way, you won’t be as focused on him.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predictably, picking the wrong time to chat usually takes a wrong turn. &lt;em&gt;“The person being bothered becomes annoyed, and the person initiating the conversation feels dismissed,” &lt;/em&gt;says Beverly Hills, California, clinical psychologist &lt;strong&gt;Cara Gardenswartz, PhD&lt;/strong&gt;. So a good plan of action is to ask &lt;&lt;strong&gt;em&gt;“Is this a good time to talk? I want to figure out if we should book that vacation or not.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Why the briefing? Goldsmith explains, &lt;em&gt;“It’s important to add what it is you want to discuss so your partner can decide if it’s something that can wait or not.” &lt;/em&gt;If you do it enough, you’ll see that he’ll start to pick up the same talking habit. And if you’re angling for a serious conversation with him, try to pick a time when you’re both doing something mindless and without deep eye contact — like driving in the car or hiking or cooking. Because you’re casually involved in another activity, it’s a more relaxed, nonthreatening environment for him to open up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mistake 3: The Talk Reeks of Doom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to soften a blow, women will often preface the conversation with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Okay, so don’t freak out”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You’re not going to like this, but....”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Come on, wouldn’t that put you on edge? &lt;em&gt;“Instead of preparing him, it winds up stressing him out even more, setting off warning bells in his brain,”&lt;/em&gt; says Goldsmith. The reason it’s so hard to just dive right in and say what’s on your mind: &lt;em&gt;“Women like to prepare for a problem, to warm up to it rather than abruptly tackle it, even with issues that aren’t that major,” &lt;/em&gt;explains Stephens. &lt;em&gt;“But men hear it as a signal to gear up to get defensive, thus making it a self-fulfilling prophecy.”&lt;/em&gt; When he hears that disclaimer, he prepares to fight you, even if it’s just about borrowing his car to go to the store. Instead of jump-starting his heart attack with a statement like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Brace yourself for bad news,”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; try a gentler approach, like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“This isn’t really a big deal, but would you be up for going to my grandma’s 80th birthday this weekend?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You’ll get a much more positive response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mistake 4: It Turns into a Monologue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s definitely frustrating: You’re telling your guy a story and, halfway through, his eyes glaze over and you know that he’s hit his mental mute button. It’s not that he doesn’t care about what happened when you went out last Saturday. It’s just that what your friends consider a standard-issue story comes across to him like a verbal tornado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put simply, he is not equipped for all the minor details. &lt;em&gt;“Guys have a three-minute window where they can listen closely, but when your description goes on for longer than that, you’ve lost him,”&lt;/em&gt; says Stephens. &lt;em&gt;“Then you inevitably end up getting mad at him for not paying attention to you or not chiming in.”&lt;/em&gt;There are two ways to combat this problem. First, be sensitive to the fact that he can only listen to you, uninterrupted, for so long. &lt;em&gt;“Try to catch yourself if you start going on, and throw in a question to get him involved again — essentially rehooking him in,”&lt;/em&gt; suggests Stephens. &lt;em&gt;“It’s easy for him to zone out when he’s just listening, but as soon as you engage him, he’s forced to be present in the conversation.”&lt;/em&gt; Also, touching his arm or leg as you’re talking is a physical way to connect with him and bring him back to the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistake 5: There Are No Boundaries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty’s a great thing in general, but it’s really overrated at certain times. Cases in point: You don’t actually want to hear that your dress makes you look heavy, and he could live without knowing that your number of ex-lovers is in the double digits. &lt;em&gt;“Couples make the mistake of thinking that they have to learn everything about each other and share all their thoughts and have no secrets, but that’s simply not true,”&lt;/em&gt; says Stephens. &lt;em&gt;“I call it reckless honesty when you’re revealing stuff that doesn’t have a constructive purpose and will do more harm than good.”&lt;/em&gt; And believe it or not, that includes your frustrations with each other. &lt;em&gt;“Not all annoyances need to be addressed and dissected,” &lt;/em&gt;says Goldsmith. &lt;em&gt;“Sometimes, bringing up a small temporary pet peeve will only serve to insult and offend your partner; it’s often best to try to deal.”&lt;/em&gt; So you hate his new sweater — whatever. He’ll get sick of it eventually. Really, just think about the greater good: a happy union where you get each other but not every teeny thing about each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-952404388067276559?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/952404388067276559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=952404388067276559&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/952404388067276559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/952404388067276559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/07/5-talking-mistakes-most-couples-make.html' title='5 Talking Mistakes Most Couples Make'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-296272502911645232</id><published>2008-07-15T10:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:28:05.757+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rear Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thinking about trying anal sex? Here's what you need to know:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Esp for some pple I know]..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anal sex is one of those things that some people like, some people hate, some people are curious about, or some never try at all. What you need to remember about anal sex is that it is not a “safer” alternative to intercourse. First of all, anal sex &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(especially unprotected!!!) is one of the riskiest behaviors in terms of contracting a sexually transmitted infection if a partner has one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Second, for some people it can be very painful; you should always use a water-based lubricant as well if you are engaging in anal sex. And if you are going to try anal sex, you should always use a condom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of sexual health, before you engage in sexual activity with a new partner (whether it is anal, oral, or vaginal intercourse), it would be best for both of you to be tested for sexually transmitted infections. A doctor won’t just test your blood; you need to ask specifically for a screening panel. But remember, no matter what, if you are sexually active, condoms are the only form of birth control that offer protection against pregnancy and sexually transmitted infections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder y d hell I posted this....o well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-296272502911645232?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/296272502911645232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=296272502911645232&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/296272502911645232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/296272502911645232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/07/rear-entry.html' title='Rear Entry'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-6996952199790569729</id><published>2008-07-02T12:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:46:57.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far...........</title><content type='html'>Wer do I start????? I talked about my new job the last time didn't I?? Well, learning new things every day, meeting new people(the nice, d nasty and d annoying)..still dont have my home internet yet(yep u got it right...am LAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZYYYYY).....and ave noticed to my dismay dat its increasingly more difficult to write here...which is sad cos ave gone round a few of my favorite blogs and I see d tremendous work everyone's doing....guess I havent fully settled in yet..&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for the mystery man loads of people claimed I'd meet when I was still undecided about moving here.....lets hope he shows up some time soon...my thumbs are getting sore from all d twiddling........&lt;br /&gt;I miss my elder sister, her baby, my peeps back at Lagos..am glad for the few new friends ave made...looking forward to wen am settled in fully den I can run riot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dats my story so far....wats urs???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-6996952199790569729?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/6996952199790569729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=6996952199790569729&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/6996952199790569729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/6996952199790569729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-far.html' title='So Far...........'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-6173326127984901120</id><published>2008-06-16T11:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:35:50.175+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abuja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new dept'/><title type='text'>First Day at Work:-)</title><content type='html'>Ok people we're coming to you live from ABUJA(YIPPEEE!!!!!)....d new place is nice...facebook is on:D..i can chat and fool around so long as I have a little time on my hands.....still going to install internet at home though;-)...&lt;br /&gt;Glad to be back...so bloggers gimme gist....wat have I missed so far??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N.B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise a more detailed update but dont really have much time right now:-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-6173326127984901120?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/6173326127984901120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=6173326127984901120&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/6173326127984901120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/6173326127984901120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-day-at-work.html' title='First Day at Work:-)'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-6520761777245841659</id><published>2008-05-27T10:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:26:40.898+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement?</title><content type='html'>Every one wants more money in their pockets somehow....me especially, so I applied for a different position in my office that offers higher pay...I get the position(yaaaaaaaaaaaaay)..but its in anoda state..the Federal Capital Territory of Nigeria(Abuja) to be exact...so yours truly will not be blogging for a while bcos she'll need to settle in...arrange one or two things[a flippin'laptop and ISP being part of dem]..but I PROMISE I WILL BE BACK....am so sad bcos missing a day is like missing a bazzillion years on blogsville...well until then I love you all.mwuah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-6520761777245841659?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/6520761777245841659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=6520761777245841659&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/6520761777245841659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/6520761777245841659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/05/announcement.html' title='Announcement?'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-5081921878692159897</id><published>2008-05-13T15:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:39:05.837+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Question for you</title><content type='html'>Ehh ehhh errrrmmmmm.....am here again..I need a little help guys..I came across this and I have no idea wat to do whatsoever so I need your input..no man is an island you know(lol)..ok so here goes the question..you have to fill in the blanks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said fill in the blank is very easy? Try this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fill in the blank with Yes or No. "___, I am not a normal person." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok o.....i dey wait una...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-5081921878692159897?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/5081921878692159897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=5081921878692159897&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/5081921878692159897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/5081921878692159897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/05/question-for-you.html' title='Question for you'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-7382492294760276281</id><published>2008-05-05T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:21:12.435+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Tagged by: &lt;a href="http://afrolicious-babe.blogspot.com"&gt;afrobabe&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nwanyiocha.blogspot.com/"&gt;nwayiocha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules:&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Link the person/people who tagged you(check!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Mention the rules in your blog(wat do we call dat check? think so)&lt;br /&gt;3. Mention six(6) spectacular quirks of urs(hope dey'll qualify)&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 6 fellow bloggers by adding their links(i think)&lt;br /&gt;5. Let each of the tagged bloggers know they've been tagged..via their blogs(ok!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the quirks(like I said hope they qualify):&lt;br /&gt;1. I dont like akara(bean cakes).........I watch people eat but I so detest it...ave forfeited many a breakfast bcos of that habit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I often see letters in a particular order and read them out in anoda order(its been so with me for years dont know y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm absolutely terrible at describing things, places or people.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I cant tell jokes...I try but I can't...I'm eida laughing so hard you miss the jokes or so shy I dont say it..sometimes if I do say it/them...it dont really sound so funny(poor me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have such an imaginative mind I tell myself stories virtually all the time..before I know it am mumbling to myself(esp in public)...[havent I said something like this before?????]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'm  not really good at masturbating...I've tried but I find it a bit frustrating cause I find myself wanting the real deal...I only do wat I call &lt;em&gt;'part-wanking'&lt;/em&gt; (it aint much fun trust me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so i tag &lt;a href="http://nikky-i.blogspot.com/"&gt;nikkisab&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allthecoolnameshavebeentaken.blogspot.com/"&gt;anon gal&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://just-saying-my-mind.blogspot.com/"&gt;princesa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://zayzee.blogspot.com/"&gt;uzezi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://studio5i.blogspot.com/"&gt;oluwadee&lt;/a&gt; and errrrrrr.........&lt;a href="http://shacrown.blogspot.com/"&gt;sha&lt;/a&gt;.....get on it guys...have fun(wink)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-7382492294760276281?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/7382492294760276281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=7382492294760276281&amp;isPopup=true' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7382492294760276281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7382492294760276281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-8524501965808661247</id><published>2008-04-23T12:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:59:50.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ehhhhnnnnnnnn.................</title><content type='html'>ave come across a number of blog posts wer d writer had nothing much to say but just started talking anyway and d write up ended as something interesting...hopefully dis will be like one of those posts...am sitting at my desk yawning for the umpteenth time..fiddling with my chat window, struggling to play online games but cant bcos my mouse has gone bonkers on me so am losing more often...(i hate dat and i feel am not given a fair deal..if my mouse were working nicely i'd have been d master by now)...so i look for d bazillionth time at my chat window and i decide its time to change d pic but i wonder wat to put der....&lt;br /&gt;well, i considered dis one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_clMVkThNrU8/SA8jIoKWgfI/AAAAAAAAACU/pp2e18eE8p4/s1600-h/goodnight%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_clMVkThNrU8/SA8jIoKWgfI/AAAAAAAAACU/pp2e18eE8p4/s320/goodnight%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192407526508233202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I fear my parents reaction(yep ave exposed myself..I even fear dia reaction more should dey stumble on d post..[does dat mean i &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;should use it&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ? well...liver never reach me yet and the few opinions I could have sought cant view d pics on dia own yahoo chat whethere i use it or not(sigh)..so bloggers wat say u? should I damn the consequences and use this? or look for something more saintly like dis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_clMVkThNrU8/SA8kmYKWghI/AAAAAAAAACk/_wQQplrbHWo/s1600-h/scared%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_clMVkThNrU8/SA8kmYKWghI/AAAAAAAAACk/_wQQplrbHWo/s320/scared%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192409137120969234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-8524501965808661247?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/8524501965808661247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=8524501965808661247&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/8524501965808661247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/8524501965808661247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/04/ehhhhnnnnnnnn.html' title='ehhhhnnnnnnnn.................'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_clMVkThNrU8/SA8jIoKWgfI/AAAAAAAAACU/pp2e18eE8p4/s72-c/goodnight%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-3031911500965387268</id><published>2008-04-14T16:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:40:24.921+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And his name is..............</title><content type='html'>drums rolling......BOBO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;after due consideration the management of the zoe vehicle has decided to rebrand for better performance...management took into cognisance the fact that the owner of the vehicle is a female...and zoe is a female name....so to prevent negative impressions of er...(ahem)peculiar tastes we have decide to rename him BOBO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Y Bobo u ask? simple...who's the person who likes u ladies and treats u right? who do you ride? who's always by u to the end? who performs to your satisfaction virtually all the time?? who pampers u and who do you pamper....who most times wen all is well never really lets u down??? your BOBO!!! sooooooo with all dat and a lot more in mind we are renaming Zoe as Bobo...she is no more a frail ginger female but a strapping well endowed male(wink) ready to meet the management's needs and perform to the highest and longest period of time...ready to go to any length and please the owner....Thank you blogsville for your support...we look forward to a bright future with BOBO!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-3031911500965387268?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/3031911500965387268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=3031911500965387268&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3031911500965387268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3031911500965387268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-his-name-is.html' title='And his name is..............'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-4570351194764479920</id><published>2008-04-03T07:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:23:22.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"I still love you"</title><content type='html'>When I heard about your person, I desired you...I longed to meet you, to know you, to feel you...the chance came and we met..my joy new no bounds; I resolved to please you, to flaunt you everywhere, to tell the world you were mine...a bright future beckoned..until we started relating...I was a bit shaky at first..making earnest mistakes I quickly apologised and made up for, I gave u everything I could possibly think of...I worked hard to keep you happy and comfortable...I introduced you to friends and family..indeed u were my jewel..now..u have begun a display I struggle hard to fathom..u choose to disappoint me at will with little or no regard for all I have done and still do for you...just this morning we were having so much fun or so I thot, until we came across a bump and u started again...forgetting that I had just worked on you about a week ago..u have done this so many times before and I have over-looked..its getting too painful..Zoe..u dey fall my hand o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still love you and am happy I have you..and I'll never be sorry for an instant that you came into my life...but I will appeal to you to remember how we started and move on together from there..we can't go back to the way things were...but we can move forward abeg Zoe, am begging you infront of blogsville, try for me, let your silencer behave itself..I can't stand that horrible sound it makes and that I cant speed..I cant stand that it chops my fuel and then I have to endure another inconvenience of taking transport to work..Please zoe please..I need you in tip top condition..be a good girl, and I'll be a good girlfriend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-4570351194764479920?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/4570351194764479920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=4570351194764479920&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/4570351194764479920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/4570351194764479920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-still-love-you.html' title='&quot;I still love you&quot;'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-1474453254075081527</id><published>2008-03-28T10:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T08:07:48.870+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shirts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dbanj'/><title type='text'>Brands and Labels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_clMVkThNrU8/R_CNfVIwrvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MPFWZkRQab4/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_clMVkThNrU8/R_CNfVIwrvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MPFWZkRQab4/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183798740492791538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I write dis to say I DONT CARE...I LIKE IT!!!! It's directed to all those to who don't approve of what I did...ehh eehh eerrrmmm(clearing throat)&lt;br /&gt;my story...i have someone who personalizes tops for me and i've had d luxury of having my name in bold print on one of my tops...now i make two new tops one of which has D'BANJ written boldly across d chest and at d back...and I proudly sport it to work today being a dress down day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, whilst I dont need "oohs aaahhhsss 'ure u beautiful' nice top etc"(ok maybe i do just a little bit&gt;:p), I MOST DEFINITELY DO NOT NEED "are u dbanj? wetin consain u with dbanj, why is his name on ur shirt, which kain work u carry for head dey do free advert for dbanj? how u go wear dbanj for tshirt?" etcetc....I determined not to let it spoil my mood but dese guys are sooooo almost getting me der...SO...for all y'all dat don't like it.....I DONT CARE!!!!! In fact am so provoked ave decided all my tops from now on will have one celeb or the other, nigerian and international...let's see them talk and talk until they become tired!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;psssshheeeeaaaaawwww(O yes am dat pissedddd)...but I'm still proud of the shirt...am pissed bcos I mean, I have seen shirts with things like "Guns and Roses", "Strokes", etc etc....dose are Rock Bands and no one says a word...now I wear Dbanj who am a diehard fan of and I hear things I dont need...well wa'eva..who ever wants to talk should feel free because what I have on is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;my&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decision and no one else's......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now dat ave gotten d rant out of the way, I can go back to work(hehehehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.B &lt;br /&gt;I jus added dis now so u guys will see it(lol)..wasnt able to do so last week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-1474453254075081527?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/1474453254075081527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=1474453254075081527&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1474453254075081527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1474453254075081527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/03/brands-and-labels.html' title='Brands and Labels'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_clMVkThNrU8/R_CNfVIwrvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MPFWZkRQab4/s72-c/Image025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-4276626303825656283</id><published>2008-03-26T16:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:36:35.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things No One Tells You About Parenthood</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleepless nights and changing toxic diapers are child’s play—here’s the stuff you should really know&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has seen the &lt;em&gt;“what to expect during parenthood”&lt;/em&gt; books and articles, but they never tell the whole story.  While raising kids is the most rewarding thing you will ever do in your life, and the love you feel for them is unlike anything else you’ll ever know, there are a few pitfalls nobody ever tells you about. Read on, if you dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) The way you view the world changes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you bring someone into this world, things like global warming, war and women in beer ads have a whole new meaning. You start actually looking at the impact these things have, and what the world will become after you’re dead and gone. Leaving a better place for your kids and grandkids becomes more than just talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You’ll feel like a failure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be times when no matter how hard you try, your kids are never happy. You feel you’re telling them “no” too much, constantly harping on them to clean their room, or dashing their dreams of lowering their brother down the staircase on a rope. While they may complain they don’t have a Wii or that “so and so’s” mom let’s them see PG-13 movies, you need to stick to what you believe in and what you feel is best for your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) You have no time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems obvious, but you can’t believe just how little time you have. You start to measure things out in minutes and seconds. “If he watches Curious George for 20 more seconds, I can go to the bathroom,” or “If his nap lasts another 10 minutes, maybe I can get in a shower today.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Not going to the bathroom by yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your kids are babies, the bathroom is the only place you can get your head together. It’s also one of the only places you can actually read. I read ESPN’s Bill Simmons’ entire book over the course of the week in the bathroom when my youngest was a baby. And then he turned two. If he’s not forcing his way in to watch “how it’s really done” he’s banging on the door screaming “lemme in!” or sliding all his books underneath. There is no peace with toddlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Parenthood will turn you soft&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one hits the guys especially hard. You’ll find yourself tearing up at any dumb movie that has anything to do with parenthood, and if you have a daughter, don’t be surprised to find yourself playing “My Little Pony” before heading off to work. The icing on the cake is hawking Girl Scout cookies in front of your local grocery store annually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) They will embarrass you&lt;/strong&gt;This is a big shock, and you’re never ready for it. In your mind, they are perfect little angels; in reality, they’re little people trying to figure out their way in the world. Unfortunately, they say what they want—when they want. It can be something that’s funny like announcing to their pre-school class that Daddy farts all the time, or it can be humiliating like a temper tantrum in a grocery store or having them tell your parents to &lt;em&gt;“get me a toy next time” &lt;/em&gt;after opening a gift containing pajamas. You’re prepared for the fact that you’ll embarrass them when they get to a certain age, but you’re never ready to be the one that’s humiliated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Worrying &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one that stings from the day your child is born until the day you die. From the start you worry that they’ll stop breathing in their crib, then you obsess about getting the damn car seat in correctly. They get a little older and you worry about them falling down the stairs or choking on a Polly Pocket. As the years go on you lose sleep about dating, not fitting in, or getting into a situation that they can’t handle. Then there are the worries that never go away: providing enough, paying for college or not teaching them the right things. The list goes on and on and on, and it takes a major toll on you. But you worry because you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) You won’t be the parent you think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had visions of the kind of parents we would be to our kids. Now, as battle tested Moms and Dads, we’ve heard the prospective parents spouting off advice. Those hollow words of wisdom come even though they’ve never gotten up at three a.m. to do a load of laundry with more vomit on it than a frat house floor. Nor have they tried to cook dinner with a screaming baby in their arms, a toddler doing cartwheels off the couch, and the phone ringing.  It usually goes something like this: “I’d never let my kids watch TV before they turn three,” or “I would never raise my voice at my child,” or “My toddler won’t ever eat sweets.” Uh huh, and I said I’d never own a minivan. You have this great picture of the kind of parent you want to be, and how picturesque your family will become. You try to live up to that vision, but you also have to survive. So, snickering at a prospective parent spouting off advice is not only allowed, but encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Sickness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s start with pin worms. They are small parasitic worms that live in the human intestinal track. The worms crawl out of the child’s anus at night and lay their eggs in the diaper, pajamas and other areas around the bed or crib. The eggs are then passed to others and ingested unknowingly. The worst part? You have to go in there and grab them while your kid is asleep. It’s a damn horror show. It’s also not something I had any idea about before having kids. Sick kids take a toll on the entire house. Even the typical cold has taken on a whole new meaning, especially with toddlers. It can require being up in the middle of the night for days in a row, missing work and acting as one giant Kleenex. The numerous slug trails across your shirt are always a nice touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) The feeling of unconditional love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You assume that you’re going to love your kids, but what you end up feeling for them is unlike anything else you’ll ever know. Just a simple smile from your offspring can erase a really crappy day at the office. This is the reason why people rave about having kids while they look exhausted and have a fresh batch of spit-up running down their back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Craig Playstead is a freelance writer, husband and father of three living in the suburbs of Seattle. In the past he's also been a sports writer, a game writer and a talk show host. You can reach him at playstead@hotmail.com.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-4276626303825656283?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/4276626303825656283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=4276626303825656283&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/4276626303825656283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/4276626303825656283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/03/10-things-no-one-tells-you-about.html' title='10 Things No One Tells You About Parenthood'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-9163429299557729923</id><published>2008-03-17T08:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T13:23:20.032+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.Y  Show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rip-off'/><title type='text'>Cheated!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today am going to complain bitterly about my experience last night at the A.Y Live Show.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no 1.....we were kept standing outside for about 2hrs bcos the hall wasnt ready, subsequently, the show meant to start at 5pm started at almost 7...y?? ask d organisers......den comedians like Akpos, Gordons, Ali Baba, etc etc came out to entertain the irate audience, Stella Damascus and Kate Henshaw-Nuttal(is it?)..also tried in wow-ing us, two dance groups performed although I personally prefered the second, den the culprit himself(A.Y) came out and performed also, and den we had P-Square who almost lost the attention of the crowd to an apparent gay couple(dey could have been fooling the crowd, but dey did a damn good job cos i found their display quite repulsive...although some members of d audience were so amused they recorded some moves...I deliberately kept my face away from dem....) after dat(sigh)...we d audience expected more comedians like Klint De Drunk, Gandoki as promised on d flyer.....or even Akpos who said he would be back after his intial act...or at least anoda performance by maybe 9ice, or D'banj or who else??? I don forget...but after P-Square A.Y came out thanked us for coming and told us d show was over..initially no one moved cos we felt it was a joke..but we realized they were serious wen d hall lights came on and the crew started dismantling their stuff... I wish the likes of &lt;a href="http://carlang.blogspot.com"&gt;carlang&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://isisplayground.blogpsot.com"&gt;isi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://allthecoolnameshavebeentaken.blogspot.com"&gt;anon gal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://afrolicious-babe.blogspot.com"&gt;afrobabe&lt;/a&gt;, or even &lt;a href="http://jinta-jinta.blogspot.com"&gt;jinta&lt;/a&gt; had been there....the story would have been told better(no offense meant guys..i just mean i love the way u guys tell ur stories)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-9163429299557729923?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/9163429299557729923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=9163429299557729923&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/9163429299557729923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/9163429299557729923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/03/cheated.html' title='Cheated!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-8096529687786626324</id><published>2008-03-10T15:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:36:01.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Kisses You Must Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There's smooching and there's lighting a fire on his lips. These moves will burn him up.&lt;br /&gt;By Lisa Chudnofsky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know what you're thinking. A kiss? Big whoop. You've had your mouth-to-mouth MO nailed since junior high. But what you might not have realized is that by customizing your lip-locking to the occasion, you can actually take your necking up a notch. "Even the best kissers can add bewildering power," explains Shelley Hess, author of Pucker Power: Great Kissers Make Great Lovers. "The secret is knowing what kind of kiss the situation calls for and then switching your moves accordingly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosmo presents four crucial kisses and the accompanying lip tricks that'll have him spellbound from the moment you meet to "See ya" … and every second in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hot Hello&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quick "Hi, honey" peck is no way to rebond with your babe, whether you've been missing him since your morning bagel or last Saturday night. Set the tone for your time together with a kiss that makes him think, Oh you are happy to see me. "Greet your guy with enthusiasm and he'll immediately feel loved and appreciated," explains Linda Olson, PhD, host of the syndicated radio show America's Love Doctor. "A high-energy hello smooch is the ultimate way to communicate that excitement and foreshadow the fun to come." Plus, when he kisses you back with the same degree of desire, you'll feel that love rush too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot hello actually starts long before your lips meet. Let's set the scene: You see your guy. Maybe he's working his way across the bar, maybe he's standing on your doorstep. You lock eyes, flash him a smile, and slowly begin your approach, maintaining eye contact the whole way. When he's in close range, utter a husky "Hey there, gorgeous" and press your body up against his. This is key for creating intimacy: You don't want to strike the disastrous A-frame pose (think lips together, hips miles apart), according to William Cane, kissing coach and author of The Art of Kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bodies meshed? Roger that. Now it's time to pucker up, baby. Wrap your hand around the nape of his neck and pull his face gently toward you. When your mouths finally meet, maintain a strong but closed-lip seal for up to 10 sultry seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Keep your tongue reined in; this kiss should shoot straight from the lip. Hey, there'll be plenty of time for tongue twisting at the end of the night — keep him in anticipation of what's to come as you pull away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Movie-Star Make-Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have one of those omigod-we're-so-in-love-moments with your guy? You know: You're gazing into each other's eyes. Time stands still. You swear you hear music building in the background. That's where we're going with this Hollywood-style hookup. &lt;em&gt;"When a couple is feeling that paralyzing surge of passion, words just get in the way,"&lt;/em&gt; says Liz H. Kelly, dating couch and author of Smart Man Hunting. &lt;em&gt;"Instead of trying to explain that you wish you could devour him whole, give him everything you've got with an over-the-top doozy of a smooch." &lt;/em&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;   Warning:&lt;/strong&gt; Since you can't contain chemistry of this magnitude, this make-out sesh can happen anytime, anywhere, but you'll be too busy luxuriating in the lip-lock to notice the spectators gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this fan favorite needs drama. Act one: The Dip. First, says Cane, get your guy to wrap his arms around your waist. Then seductively work your right hand over his chest and up to the nape of his neck and hold on tight. Here's your cue to toss your head back, letting your left hand fall to your side in slo-mo as you lean backward. (Relax, the testosterone will kick in and your leading man will instinctively grab you tighter so you don't hit the deck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in repose, take the lead again and part your pucker slightly to invite him to pull you up for some full-on Frenching. Alternate tongue techniques between a gentle flicker and a circular rotation until one of your has to yell "Cut!" to come up for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sweet Tease&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang is at a bar on Friday night, and although you're trying like hell to stay fully engaged in a discussion on the virtues of low-carb beer, something else has your total attention: your man's rear in those Levi's. Sure, you could pull him into the ladies' room and ravish him. But we recommend building up to the impending erotic Olympics with a little pregame PDA.&lt;em&gt; "The thrill of the chase is always enticing," says Olson. "The idea is to tease your partner in a way that shows him what's in store for later but also lets the tension mount." &lt;/em&gt;So give him some sugar … just enough to totally satisfy your sweet tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kick off the coy canoodle, start by slowly grazing your lips up the side of his neck, covering every inch of exposed skin with tiny kisses. Moving up to his earlobe, flirtatiously nibble until you've secured his full attention. Now brush your lips over his and whisper in close range that he's never looked sexier. When his eyes widen, lock him into a seductive gaze, and without soliciting "Get a room!" from the crowd, subtly trace his lower lip with your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few mouthwatering moments, initiate lip-o-suction. Gently use both of your lips to suck or tug on his lower lip for a second or two, then back off and work his top lip. Continue alternating between his top and bottom lips as he tries to slip you the tongue; immediately cut the session short with a giggle and whisper in his ear exactly what you're going to do to him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sizzling Send-Off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether your man is heading out on a weeklong trip or just leaving for his job one morning, good-bye has to count. After all, it's this moment that'll fire your desire to see each other again and brew sexy tension before the next reunion.&lt;em&gt; "Show your partner exactly how much you're going to miss him and leave him with something to think about — namely, you," &lt;/em&gt;says Kelly. After this smooch, he'll be questioning how long he can live without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's how to make it memorable: &lt;/strong&gt;He'll be expecting sap, so surprise him with unexpected sizzle. First, pull his head toward you using a little force. Then lick your finger and part his lips to prime him for a passion pant. Press your lips to his, creating an airtight seal, then open your mouth, maintaining lip contact, and inhale deeply. You'll take his breath away, literally. Right about now is when he'll forget his reason for leaving. Back off a touch, then grab his belt loops and yank his pelvis toward you. When you feel the heat, that's your signal to go in for round two. Ding, ding, ding! Make this one really count. Then release your Romeo, giving him a cheeky pat on his bum. You'll feel his eyes burning a hole through your butt as you turn and walk away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-8096529687786626324?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/8096529687786626324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=8096529687786626324&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/8096529687786626324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/8096529687786626324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/03/four-kisses-you-must-master.html' title='Four Kisses You Must Master'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-3748424987418612108</id><published>2008-02-19T12:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:28:44.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Expect Too Much From Your Relationship?</title><content type='html'>We all deserve to find people who connect with us, who care for us, who make us laugh, who drive us crazy (in a good way), and who make us feel more excited than a popcorn kernel in a microwave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we should all strive for all five qualities, not settle for two or three of the total. That said, many of us have unfair expectations of what relationships are supposed to be like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the movies, or romance novels, or Barbie-and-Ken mythology, but seeking perfection in a relationship isn't noble; it's doomed. Think about the lottery winners: They play with the hope that they'll score big, quit the job, buy a yacht, and party for the rest of their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reality for so many mega-bucks winners is that they end up in a dead-end life with relatives clawing at them and bankruptcy lawyers dividing the spoils. Why? Because their expectations of their fantasy life were far different than the reality, and they end up blowing the so-called best thing that ever happened to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for relationships. You may hit lucky sevens with a perfect match, but if you don't manage the fantasy with a dose of reality, your heart will be headed for bankruptcy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below, you'll find four key fantasy vs. reality clashes. Make sure you end up on the right side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expectation: The Fireworks of Romance &lt;br /&gt;Reality: The Fireworks of Conflict &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, when sparks fly in a beginning of relationship, you've got oodles of chemistry, hopes, and anticipation. But to think that every day is going to be a barrel of butter-cream icing is just asking for trouble. &lt;br /&gt;If you're experiencing a lot of passion, you need to manage the 180-degree side of that passion-hard-core conflict. While some see conflict as relationship weakness, it can actually be the opposite - a Harvard study, in fact, found that subjects who express their anger have half the risk of heart disease compared with men who internalize it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sign that you're communicating, a sign that you both care about the relationship, and a sign that you've got sparks, not complacency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expectation: The Perfect Package &lt;br /&gt;Reality: Imperfect Behavior &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When two people meet "the one," they tell all their friends about all the qualities of the new-found lover: Cute, friendly, compassionate, funny, good job, nice shoes, gorgeous body. In other words, poifect! &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right, your friends think, and they're probably right. Okay, your new love interest seems to fit 97 of your 100 pieces of criteria for the perfect mate - after the second date. But again, that level of expectation can be an unfair standard that your imperfect companion will never be able to live up to as weeks, months, and years pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better to admire and appreciate the things that made you swoon. Then, it's up to you to manage the warts and worries (in personality, behavior, hygiene, whatever) that will slowly be introduced the more you get to know them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expectation: Wild Nights, Sleepy Days &lt;br /&gt;Reality: Wild Days, Sleepy Nights &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joys of dating: Party all night, then lounge around during the day in anticipation of the night ahead. Of course, the initial excitement - about an impending date on the town or a friendly tussle in the bedroom - is one of the main engines that drives the relationship early on. &lt;br /&gt;That power source will wind down a bit once commitment sets in and routine takes over. Fight the impulse to pull away when you start to feel this relationship shift; spending time with a romantic partner can curb work-related stress and lower blood pressure, according to researchers at the University of North Carolina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most successful couples are the ones who are able to adapt to the fact that crazy work days, the stress of life, and the daily grind of reality will become a stronger force than all-night talks under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expectation: Complete Immersion &lt;br /&gt;Reality: Occasional Diversion &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you start dating someone who drives you to Jack Nicholson levels of craziness, you want total saturation. You want to talk on the phone, you want an inbox full of flirty messages, you want five nights a week of dates, you can't stop thinking about them, and everything you say, do, smell, touch, or eat reminds you of that person. &lt;br /&gt;If that's you, I'm happy for you. That kind of all-consuming infatuation is one of the greatest feelings in life. But it just can't last. And - truth to tell - men may maintain an interest in the NFL, and want to watch a game or two with buds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or women may decide that, heck, those end-of-season sales just can't go on without them. Many couples write off those feelings as evidence that they must be falling out of love. I don't see it that way. I see it as falling into reality, and successful couples know how to change their definition of immersion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, University of Chicago researchers found that those with a wide circle of friends have an easier time dealing with stress and have a lower risk of heart disease than people who rely on only one or two others for support. That is, they don't see immersion as being based on quantity of time together, but rather immersing themselves in each other in whatever time they have-whether it's a lot or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a great look at this process of making real lives work with real love, check out this article, "How to Find Your Way Home," and show it to the man in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have other ideas for keeping our love life revving-but not too high - sound off here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-3748424987418612108?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/3748424987418612108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=3748424987418612108&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3748424987418612108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3748424987418612108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-you-expect-too-much-from-your.html' title='Do You Expect Too Much From Your Relationship?'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-6879053764730360565</id><published>2008-02-15T09:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:02:44.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A little office tip.....(yeah dats right BACK TO WORK!!!)</title><content type='html'>What do prairie dogs, credit thieves and slackers have in common? They’re all types of co-workers who can undermine your efforts at work. And, unfortunately, these personalities are prevalent in many offices. In fact, according to a recent Robert Half survey, nearly one-third of professionals said they work with someone who is rude or unprofessional on the job.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your relationships with co-workers can directly affect your on-the-job satisfaction -- and career success -- so treat everyone as professionally as possible, even those who may rub you the wrong way. Here are some examples of difficult colleagues you may encounter in the office and suggestions on how to best cope with each of them: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Belittler &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belittlers routinely tear others down in order to build themselves up. Put-downs, demeaning remarks and disparaging comments are common trademarks of this person.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coping strategy:&lt;/strong&gt; Your confidence is the Belittler’s weakness, and he or she will back off if you stand up for yourself. Try refuting a Belittler’s criticism by asserting yourself, using facts where possible. For example, if he or she puts down one of your ideas, say, “It’s something that’s worked for X, Y and Z, and it also is more cost-effective than what we’re doing now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Credit Thief &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecure about their status, Credit Thieves boldly steal your ideas and grab the glory when a project is successful. Curiously, they’re nowhere to be found when things go wrong. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coping strategy:&lt;/strong&gt; Keep a written record of your activities and accomplishments, and give your manager regular status reports about the projects you’re working on. And don’t hesitate to correct misperceptions. (“Actually, I did the research; John helped input the data.”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Noisemaker &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it making long personal calls, forgetting to silence their cell phone ringers, playing music or talking with others using their “outside voice,” Noisemakers can’t help but disturb others.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coping strategy:&lt;/strong&gt; Do your best to insulate yourself from the sound. If you have a private office, close your door. If you work in a cubicle, try putting on headphones or moving to an empty office where you can concentrate in silence. If the situation persists, speak to the person and kindly ask him or her to keep the noise down, explaining that it’s preventing you from getting your work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Saboteur &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saboteurs have a knack for leaving colleagues in the lurch. Similar to Belittlers, they like to make others look bad. Their tactics aren’t always overt, so you may not realize you’re working with a Saboteur until a critical deadline arrives. That’s when you discover you’re unable to complete your part of the project because the Saboteur has withheld important information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coping strategy:&lt;/strong&gt; Be sure your supervisor or project manager knows the roles and responsibilities of each team member, and insist on regular progress reports so that Saboteurs can’t take advantage of lapses in oversight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rumor monger &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumor mongers like drama and often spread half-truths or lies by talking behind others’ backs. This is an especially dangerous type of co-worker because he or she has the ability to tarnish your reputation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coping strategy: &lt;/strong&gt;The best defense is to avoid engaging in any kind of mean-spirited gossip. Remember, if you can’t say anything good, don’t say anything at all. If the Rumor monger starts swapping stories with you, avoid falling into the trap and instead excuse yourself as quickly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Slacker &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person may try to pass off tasks to other staff members. The Slacker often claims he or she is “too busy” to help out, yet will make time for long chats and Web surfing during office hours.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coping strategy:&lt;/strong&gt; If you lead a project team, be sure this person carries his or her weight by documenting the responsibilities of each member of the group and asking for regular status reports. Hold everyone accountable for their portion of the project, and be firm with deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prairie Dog &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing quite as distracting -- or, at times, alarming -- as when an individual pops his or her head over your cubicle wall, seemingly out of nowhere, or drops by your desk unannounced. It typically happens when you’re on deadline or just about to write down a brilliant idea.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coping strategy:&lt;/strong&gt; Let the person know that, while you’d like to talk, you have a lot to do at the moment. If possible, schedule another time to meet, such as during lunch or after work. And, to prevent further interruptions, consider hanging a sign outside the entrance to your workspace, notifying people that you’re busy and when you’ll be available again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If one of these descriptions reminds you of yourself, it might be time to re-evaluate your own behavior and adjust it as necessary. Remember, when it comes to working in an office environment, the more you respect others’ time and space, the more likely they’ll be to return the favor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robert Half International is the world’s first and largest specialized staffing firm with a global network of more than 350 offices throughout North America, South America, Europe and the Asia-Pacific region. For more information about our professional services, please visit www.rhi.com.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-6879053764730360565?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/6879053764730360565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=6879053764730360565&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/6879053764730360565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/6879053764730360565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-office-tipyeah-dats-right-back.html' title='A little office tip.....(yeah dats right BACK TO WORK!!!)'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-7826442954847397777</id><published>2008-02-14T08:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:27:26.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be His Best Sex Ever.......Dedicated to all Val Couples</title><content type='html'>Want to be the best lover your guy has ever had? It's simple. All you need to do is understand the male sexual psyche... and not judge him for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently attended an art exhibition in London that traced the representation of sex in art through the ages. Part of the exhibition included a series of photographs that aimed to capture the essence of various couples' relationships and sex lives. The images were both graphic and private: intensely tender moments and raw sexual moments. The first series was based on a straight couple. The second was based on a male homosexual couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What struck me immediately was the difference in their sex lives. The gay guys didn't just appear to have more sex than the straight couple—their sex life also had extraordinary variety: different positions, locations, props... tender sex and wild sex. Their sex life beat the straight couple's sex life hands down. Why? Because it's two men. A gay guy knows his partner won't judge him because two men think of sex in the same way: Neither one sees anything wrong in what they're doing! The male sex drive is more primitive than the female sex drive, so two men together feel totally secure in letting loose. The lesson to be learned as a straight girl? The only thing standing in the way of you having a tender, wild, wonderful, exciting sex life is your attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's society, there's a very clear line drawn between "normal" and "naughty." This seems to be the definition: If everyone does it, no matter what "it" is, "it" is "normal." If only a few people do it, no matter what "it" is, "it" is not "normal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Modified)...Rubbish...Variety is the spice of life...TRY SOMETHING NEW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time your partner suggests something unusual, fight your knee-jerk reaction to say no. Consider why you want to reject it: Is it because it's just something you don't hear other people say they're doing? Is that what scares you? If so, then ask yourself if trying his suggestion will hurt either one of you physically or emotionally: Is there any danger? If not, then what's the problem? Be one of the few women to embrace this concept and you'll not only be the best lover he's ever had, you'll probably be the best he ever will have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men Are Visual: Excite His Eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men's sexual arousal is dependent on what they see, which makes visual excitement his number one turn-on. And the evidence is in the emails I get from male readers: "Why won't she... watch porn/shave her pubic hair/wear sexy clothes/leave her shoes on/watch us having sex in a mirror/masturbate for me/go out without underwear on?" He needs electric shocks to his penis. Give him something he's not used to seeing or doing and you'll make his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lose the "I Should Be Enough for Him" Mindset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men like trying new things. So when your guy asks for something new in bed, all it means is that he wants to try something new. Is that how most women interpret it? Heck no! Being the super-sleuths of relationships, ahem, we don't take anything at face value; instead we dive deep below the surface searching for a murkier, more sinister reason. And the conclusion we generally come to is this: "If he wants something new in bed, it must mean he's unhappy with the sex he's having" or "Why does he need all these props/fantasies/porn DVDs when he's got me?" Both of these reactions are overreactions, and, more often than not, neither one is true. You don't look at him oddly if he orders something other than a burger for lunch, do you? Or a glass of red wine instead of a beer? Humans need variety. You need variety. Instead of feeling intimidated by it, embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, You Won't Look Fat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another reason why we're not rushing to pull on that French maid outfit or wear the tiny underwear he bought us. It's the embarrassment factor: We're scared we'll look fat or feel ridiculous. In fact, it's the main reason women say they're not more adventurous in bed. It's not that we don't have a naughty streak; it's just that our self-consciousness over powers it. But, if you're wearing a French maid outfit, odds are, he's not looking at you as a whole, not at your "problem" areas (he probably doesn't even think you have any problem areas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Explore New, Uncharted Territory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a delicate topic, but anal play is getting more and more popular and you need to know about it. Why? Because if you get it right, he'll have the most powerful orgasm he's ever had. (Yes, really.) Having said that, his bottom is a hugely private zone, and you'll need permission to enter. How? Either ask outright or read body language—ideally both. Instigate proceedings by stroking the perineum, the smooth area between the anus and testes. Then use three fingers to massage it firmly. Let your fingers casually brush against his anus and see how he reacts.&lt;br /&gt;If he pulls away or clenches his bottom together, he's either not interested or nervous (quite possibly both). If he lifts his bottom or presses against your hand, it's a pretty good indication that he'd like you to continue. Keep stroking the opening until he's relaxed again, then insert the tip of a finger into his rectum (having first applied some lubricant you left on the nightstand). Hold still for a moment or two, then try circling or moving your finger gently in and out. Check that everything's fine (just say, "Okay?') before pushing your finger further inside. Once you've gently explored how deep and what sort of movement he likes, add it to oral sex or when you're masturbating him with your hands, just before he's about to orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ban the Bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you've heard it before: Sex in the bedroom is boring blah blah blah. So... why don't you stop having sex there then? Knowing you should be having sex in places other than the bedroom won't turn you into a better lover unless you do it. Have a quickie in the bathroom at parties or in the lavatory on an airplane. Let your hand stray into his lap in the movie theatre. Give him a very naughty, long, wet kiss in the kitchen at his parents' (though not while his Mum's doing the dishes). Pounce on him in your living room, dining room, spare room. Do anything beyond rolling over once at the end of the day, stifling a yawn and making a half-hearted attempt at fondling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S &lt;br /&gt;Just so we're clear...this is a disclaimer...am feeling everything except the exploration of new territory..(ahem).....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consider this my tribute to Val's Day(lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-7826442954847397777?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/7826442954847397777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=7826442954847397777&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7826442954847397777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7826442954847397777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-to-be-his-best-sex-everdedicated-to.html' title='How to be His Best Sex Ever.......Dedicated to all Val Couples'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-6332209783936726165</id><published>2008-02-13T08:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T08:42:19.789+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Am  baaaaaaaack</title><content type='html'>Hallo all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see I've been sorely missed by my main sweetheart afrobabe....and other sweethearts like Isi, Nyemoni, Solomonsydelle, and others I failed to mention(sorry)...allow me to apologise for the long silence I was on leave and had very limited access to the web..the best I could do was publish comments...I just responded to them today. &lt;br /&gt;Well dont ask me how my leave was cause ders no story to tell..I spent it snoozing, eating, snoozing, eating, er...**********(ahem) etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;All in all its good to be back but I should inform in advance I'll be gone again in a week's time for about a week.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....what have I missed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-6332209783936726165?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/6332209783936726165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=6332209783936726165&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/6332209783936726165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/6332209783936726165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/02/am-baaaaaaaack.html' title='Am  baaaaaaaack'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-6250048652488123742</id><published>2008-02-01T14:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:58:09.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Date Like A Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OWN THE ROOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When’s the last time you saw a guy walk into the bar or party looking useless and confused? Okay, so it was yesterday. Were you interested in him? No? Shocker. That’s because most guys walk into a place with a purpose. Unless they’re looking for a space to park their binder filled with original Star Trek drawings, they’re looking for friends or women. And you should look the same. When you walk into a place, act like you know where the hell you’re going, even if you don’t. Everyone will wonder who you are and why you’re there, but they’ll never think you’re useless and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EYE YOUR PREY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got your eye on someone? Good. Don’t shy away. Look him straight in the eye and think, “You should be attached to my lips by now, why aren’t you?” Trust me, he’ll read your thoughts like they’re projected above your head on a widescreen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAKE INTEREST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look. No one cares about what anyone else has to say. They just don’t. But what you have to do is pretend that you do. Ask about their life, their job, their parents, anything to keep them talking. Because the more fake interest you show in them, the easier it is to disarm them. Guys are used to talking about themselves, as are we all, but if you actually fake an interest, they kind of don’t know what to do. Like puppies trapped in a cage in the window of a pet shop, they are addicted to the interest you show in them. Tap the glass. Watch them lick your fingers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKE CONTROL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re at the bar, you’re talking with him, it’s been hours, and still nothing has happened. Do us all a favor. Kiss the idiot. For one thing, he’s not going to not appreciate it. For another, if you don’t do it, someone else will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two ways to take control of a situation like this, whether you’re at a bar or a wedding or an inauguration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way #1: Lean forward and say, “You have the cutest lips!”&lt;br /&gt;Way #2: Lean forward and say, “Are you going to kiss me now or WHAT?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way #2, obviously, puts the ball in his court and makes him feel in control, even though, really, you’ve just instructed him to kiss you, which is pretty much what you wanted him to do in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always take control by just telling him to do what he probably wanted to do anyway; whether it’s kissing you or getting you a cab home. Tell him what to do. He’ll like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEX IS ALWAYS ON THE MENU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want sex? No, really, do you? Because men do. And that’s pretty much all they want from you until they get to know you and your sense of humor and how you put on your shoes in that cute way that no one else does. And until you realize that sex is not an invitation to boyfriendville, you’re screwed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just wants to have sex with you. And you? You want to have sex with him. So do it already. Enjoy it. Tell him what you want. Make him your momentary love slave. And after it’s over? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make him sleep in the wet spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER EXCHANGE ALL YOUR INFORMATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so incredibly important. Give him your name. Give him a fake cell number. In this age of the internet, anyone can find you if they want to, but, that being said, it doesn’t mean you should hand out your cell phone number to every last guy you happen to sleep with. Tell him what you do for a living, but don’t tell him where you work. Give him your email address, but don’t tell him what you do. Do not divulge all of your personal details. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE HE WILL CALL YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will not want him to. And you will be all, “Oh. Hi. Yeah. Um…” And he will be all, “Yeah. You. And me. And…” And you will feel like a man for the first time in your life and you will say, “It was really nice meeting you the other night, but I have to floss my cat three times a day and I’m in charge of the electricity for the Chrysler building and why don’t we just…hook up later in the year. When I’m willing to?” And he will be all sad and lonely and want to see you again and you will think, “Wait, who IS this guy?” And then you will be sorry that you handed out your personal information to a potential stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CALLING IS OPTIONAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you’ve had sex. Good for you! Guess what? You never have to talk to each other ever again if you don’t want to. Know why? It's not required to talk after sex. If you had a good time but you don’t want to date him, don’t call him. If you had a good time and you do want to date him…don’t call him. Know why? Because you just had a one-night stand. And one night stands, barring unforeseen circumstances, will never wind up in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE NIGHT STANDS ARE FUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to go all Samantha on you or anything, but seriously – one night stands are awesome. No muss no fuss, no strings, possibly good sex, no worry about the following morning or possible dating situations, one night stands…they have their merit. Do we all want a sexual partner with whom we can tell our deepest secrets and joys? Sure. Do we all want the occasional bang up against a chain-link fence behind a bar with no consequences? Hell. Yeah. Never shall the two meet. Unless we’re really lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want more from Erin Dailey? Check out ErinDailey.com. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-6250048652488123742?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/6250048652488123742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=6250048652488123742&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/6250048652488123742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/6250048652488123742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-to-date-like-man.html' title='How To Date Like A Man'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-2463883123465489673</id><published>2008-01-24T16:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T16:40:30.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Cheaters Change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Is cheating an inherent personality trait or a controllable behavioral one? Can a guy -- or gal -- who strays learn to be a house cat?&lt;br /&gt;By: David Zinczenko &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd all like to think that people can make changes, learn to compromise, and make their relationship stronger. Unromantic men can learn to buy a card every once in a while; women who nag can learn to stop themselves at least a few times they see toothpaste in the sink, or whatever it is. But those are small changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big changes -- the changes that can make or break a relationship -- are the ones most of us are really concerned about. And perhaps the biggest question of all -- when you consider that 25 percent of men admit to cheating in relationships and about 15 percent of women do -- is this: Can cheaters change? Is cheating an inherent personality trait or a controllable behavioral one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can a guy -- or gal -- who strays learn to be a house cat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these purposes, we'll consider cheating full-on sexual contact -- not only sex, but also its close relatives. (I fully know that 60 percent of men say that even having drinks with an old flame is cheating, 50 percent of men say visiting strip clubs is cheating, and virtually all women say emotional betrayal is worse than physical betrayal. So I know cheating is complicated, but here, we'll go with the traditional "Where did my underwear go?" definition.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average woman says that the No. 1 reason for divorce is infidelity -- so that indicates to me that for women, their answer is no, cheaters can't change (or if they do, they don't believe he deserves a second chance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I give you my take, I'd love to hear your thoughts about this very question, because I think your perception of this issue may very well depend, in some major way, on whether you've been burned -- or have done the burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can Cheaters Change? Not a Chance!&lt;/strong&gt;: Once someone crosses the line in the relationship (again, that line being different things to different people, but for argument's sake, we're talking here about the horizontal hora), it's like a seal being broken on a pill bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though some of it may depend on whether it was a drunken fling or an ongoing stealth hookup with someone at work, the fact is that once that trust is compromised, the offender will have a hard time resetting the relationship to its startup condition. Even if the victim accepts the offender back into the relationship, the offender will be likely to stray again -- because he knows he's already gotten away with it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bigger picture, really, is the fact that he (we'll assume the cheater is a he; sorry, guys) cheated for a reason -- that something in his current relationship -- for example, one study showed that couples with infidelity issues showed greater dishonesty, arguments about trust, narcissism, and time spent apart -- made him explore other options. And that's ultimately what makes him prone to do it again. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can Cheaters Change? Absolutely!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone has cheated in one relationship doesn't mean that he's always a cheater in his next relationships -- for the very same reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the relationship where he cheated, he was willing to gamble it away. So if he enters a committed relationship where he feels there's much more to lose, there's a less likely chance he'll want to risk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean he won't, or that he couldn't succumb to the temptations of the tight-topped bartender? Of course not. Cheating certainly can make some relationships impossible to continue, but some infidels can indeed change -- that is, if he hopes to make other relationships even remotely possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't we all (both men AND women) just get along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB:&lt;/strong&gt; Dis caught my interest bcos lately cheating has become a huge issue in relationships....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-2463883123465489673?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/2463883123465489673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=2463883123465489673&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/2463883123465489673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/2463883123465489673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-cheaters-change.html' title='Can Cheaters Change?'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-1807104022152050415</id><published>2008-01-17T08:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T08:58:47.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz of the Day</title><content type='html'>I came across this quiz and I decided to share it with you...feel free to indulge!!!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/areyousexyquiz/&lt;br /&gt;Below is my result(hehehehe):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Very Sexy  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn! You are one hot number. You have a lot of sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt;You know you're sexy, and you're not afraid to put it all out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're very appealing, you're careful not to be trashy or over the top.&lt;br /&gt;Sexy is all about attitude. And you totally have the attitude that people love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You Are Sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You accept your body as it is, and that's sexy. If you feel attractive, you are more attractive - no matter what your shape is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel gorgeous, and you always try to look your best. You make the best of what you've got. Totally sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are secure in social situations, and you definitely have a confident vibe. And that's very sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are flirtatious and fun with most people. You know how to keep things light, friendly, and sexy. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-1807104022152050415?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/1807104022152050415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=1807104022152050415&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1807104022152050415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1807104022152050415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/01/quiz-of-day.html' title='Quiz of the Day'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-1245897343205889427</id><published>2008-01-14T15:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:08:11.232+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Friends Every Woman Should Have</title><content type='html'>This I like...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends are the family we choose for ourselves," writer Edna Buchanan once said. I consider the "family" I've gathered—with five kinds of pals I count on for completely different things—among the wisest choices I've made. If you can find even one who embodies any of the characteristics that follow, you can consider yourself fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;The Uplifter:&lt;/strong&gt; This woman's favorite word: yes. You could tell her you're trading your six-figure income for a career in offtrack betting, and she'd barely pause before yelping "Go for it!" Don't you need someone who looks past the love handles to notice the extraordinarily gorgeous you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;The Travel Buddy:&lt;/strong&gt; When the hotel in St. Lucia is a bust, one characteristic becomes all-important: flexibility. This agreeable companion need not be the girl you traded pinkie swears with on the playground; it's enough that she's comfortable with quiet (between gabfests) and is a teensy bit mischievous (as in tequila after midnight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;The Truth Teller:&lt;/strong&gt; Intent is what separates the constructive from the abusive. Once you've established that the hard news is spoken in love (not in jealousy or malice), you'd be smart to seek out this woman's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;The Girl Who Just Wants to Have Fun:&lt;/strong&gt; One Saturday a pal and I—and yes, we're both over age 12—pored over every glitter lip gloss in a drugstore aisle for an entire 45 minutes. Forget the crisis download (for that, see the Uplifter); this partnership is about spontaneous good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;The Unlikely Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; "Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive," Anaïs Nin wrote. My friends—some twice my age, others half, some rich, others homeless, some black like me, others Korean, Mexican, Caucasian—have added richness to my life that only variety can bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Michelle Burford&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-1245897343205889427?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/1245897343205889427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=1245897343205889427&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1245897343205889427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1245897343205889427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/01/five-friends-every-woman-should-have.html' title='Five Friends Every Woman Should Have'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-5744775675521971768</id><published>2008-01-10T12:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T12:51:56.109+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men demystified'/><title type='text'>Male Myths -- Busted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_clMVkThNrU8/R4YBquET7KI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SQzkwK9vHiE/s1600-h/for+d+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One married man separates fact from fiction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall tales abound when it comes to the married man. Some may be written in our DNA. And some are carefully crafted to work to our advantage. I'll probably get kicked out of the XY tree house for this, but here I demystify the male species and give you the truth behind the most common husband myths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We hate chick flicks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;False!  &lt;/strong&gt;I put on an act whenever my wife recommends watching the latest sap-filled tear-fest Hollywood has decided to inflict upon the masses. "Do I have to?" I'll ask her. But deep down, I know watching a chick flick offers great rewards. First, the genre says it all: What guy wouldn't want to spend two hours ogling Reese Witherspoon? Then, there's the art of the barter. "Fine," I'll tell her, "I'll watch the movie, but only if you do something for me in return." In the end, I get to watch beautiful women for two hours, and I don't have to do the dishes. Popcorn, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We need to control the remote.&lt;br /&gt;True!  &lt;/strong&gt;Guys always ask for the remote. Or, in some cases, simply take it. Sometimes in some cases this is because you girls flip too slowly. But the main reason is that this handheld device gives us power. We won't fight to control much else, but television is our domain. How many times a day do you go around quoting movies or discussing sports stats? See, TV is our secret code to the man world. And giving you the remote is like letting you know our handshake -- it gives you more control than you think. So please, ladies, let us have this. You don't have to understand it, but just know that holding a remote means so much more than it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We never listen.&lt;br /&gt;False!  &lt;/strong&gt;Sure, we forgot what you wanted for your birthday. Your cousin's name slipped our minds. Or we totally dropped the ball on how you were feeling (even though you "told us a million times"). It wasn't that we weren't listening. It was simply that we weren't paying attention. We heard the words -- just not the meaning behind them. And we're sorry, truly sorry. The sad fact is, we sometimes only listen when we're backed into a corner, the TV is off, and there are no other distractions.&lt;br /&gt;Ever hear your man say, "Uh huh?" Here's a hint: He's not listening. He knows you're talking, but has no idea what you're saying. The good news is you can break through that. "Hey!" usually does the trick. Don't want to resort to yelling? Offer a compromise and a timeline -- like "This is important to me, so listen for a second and then you can go back to the game." Guys are easily distracted. But let us know how much something means to you, and suddenly we're putty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We hate when you argue with our moms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True!  &lt;/strong&gt;Marital bliss can sometimes be interrupted in the most unexpected ways. Like by your man's mom. Ever feel like bickering with her gets you nowhere? So do we.&lt;br /&gt;To be brief, fighting is more trouble than it's worth. A buddy of mine told me he was flattered, in a way, when his wife and mom argued. Each of them thought she knew exactly what was best for him. "Finally," he told me, "women were fighting over me."&lt;br /&gt;In the end, though, he grew tired of the constant squabbling, and said he wanted to feel like a husband, not a referee. Now when his wife and his mom argue, he takes the high road...out of town.&lt;br /&gt;"I just don't want to deal with it," he said. "I wish my wife would take one for the team once in a while, swallow her pride, and say, 'Yes, Ma'am.' I don't even care if she means it!"&lt;br /&gt;We promise, if you do this for us, we'll make it up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're jealous of your guy friends.&lt;br /&gt;True!  &lt;/strong&gt;There's a theory that we're supposed to get over the fact that you have guy friends. We won your heart, after all -- they didn't. But we still can't get over the completely childish insecurity that envelops us when you go out with old flames, friends, or even coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's that we don't trust the guys. Other times, we just want to be invited along so we can meet these chums of yours. And often it's that we don't like the way you quote the funny things they say or bring them up in conversation. See, we don't necessarily fear that you'll cheat on us; we fear that we won't be the coolest, funniest, and most highly revered guy in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We don't like to talk about our feelings.&lt;br /&gt;False!  &lt;/strong&gt;My wife thinks I can be cold. When we're discussing something important -- or even an average workday -- I can seem distant or lost in thought. Then after what must seem like forever, I start speaking again. With most guys, the feelings are there, but it just takes a while for them to show themselves. Remember, we married you for a reason. When we do want to talk about our feelings, you're the one we call on.&lt;br /&gt;So if "How was your day?" only receives a grunt, don't feel like a pest for asking again. Though it sometimes doesn't seem like it, we realize you're there to help when we need it. Just have a little patience, especially when the topic is touchy, and we'll show you just how vulnerable we can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Mike Adamick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask guys..........how true is this???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-5744775675521971768?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/5744775675521971768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=5744775675521971768&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/5744775675521971768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/5744775675521971768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/01/real-woman-real-beauty-why-our-flaws.html' title='Male Myths -- Busted!'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-2572789949416237628</id><published>2008-01-07T09:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T10:35:12.365+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi guys................</title><content type='html'>This is to formally welcome everyone into the new year(again!!) and to let &lt;strong&gt;afrobabe&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;jinta&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;eb the celeb&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; everyone else&lt;/strong&gt; know that 'Chrismus' ended DEC 25TH!!!(lol)...I actually have nothing to blog about yet....still searching for interesting articles and all....so maybe for now, i'll bore u with what happened during my holidays...(ahem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I went to work(yep, I did); got home in time to join my elder sis in entertaining guests....it started out a bit boring but people came at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boxing Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Stayed home., rested, played with my adorable 7month old nephew(as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;New Year's Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: No work(thankfully) entertained fewer guests....den got dressed and went visiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dats it...dats how d holidays went for me and now, its time to see how much fun I can have this new year in the best and safest way possible(wish me luck all:D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-2572789949416237628?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/2572789949416237628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=2572789949416237628&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/2572789949416237628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/2572789949416237628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2008/01/hi-guys.html' title='Hi guys................'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-5083736271543613023</id><published>2007-12-24T15:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T15:37:11.480+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Chrissssssmusss..............</title><content type='html'>Christmas is tomorrow(duh!).......and I cant help but think of how time flies...once upon a time...I'd be on holidays daydreaming about my cards, gifts, clothes, shoes, and all that...and now......yeeeeeaaaaaarrrrrssssss later....here I am thinking about money...(lol)..thinking about how I have to work tomorrow...marveling at anoda year gone by....thinking of what I've done right(:D) and what I've done wrong( :-( )....remembering my mistakes... bellyaching over my bad habits...wondering, plotting, scheming how am going to make things better for myself next year...giving myself dat pep talk for the new year, drafting a whole new list of things am going to do...or would like to do(by God's Grace)......... crosschecking my list for this year and seeing wat and wat i did(or rather what God did for me).....I've finally decided to stop making resolutions...but try to promise myself certain things like i will not $%&amp;amp;* so easily....i will stop swearing...i will go out more often...i will be bolder...i will be happier...i will DEFINITELY BE RICHER....(shouldnt dis be for dec31st???)...i will give myself treats...i will STOP MISSING ALL THE GREAT MOVIES!!!...i'll be better dats for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the things am thnking of now.....am going to enjoy dem before i start wondering wat to get my husband, my kids, are we throwing a party, are we attending a party, etc etc...right???&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-5083736271543613023?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/5083736271543613023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=5083736271543613023&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/5083736271543613023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/5083736271543613023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/12/chrissssssmusss.html' title='Chrissssssmusss..............'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-4115236936092576999</id><published>2007-12-15T10:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T11:44:47.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sequel.............</title><content type='html'>Ok I said I would post my answers once satisfied with the responses I got for the questions I asked...so well..so far so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question: would I stay if my sweetie strayed...&lt;strong&gt;if we're married well yes, if not...most likely not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my three worst movie endings....&lt;strong&gt;matrix revolution, pirates of the carribeans at world's end, and.......helen of troy!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it wrong to date a friend's ex?&lt;strong&gt;Well, am not so sure really....some say it depends some say yes, some say no...I believe we live in a world where anything can happen..&lt;em&gt;so if at all  &lt;/em&gt;you and ur friend's ex find some connection all of a sudden, venture into &lt;em&gt;carefully&lt;/em&gt;....dont rub it in your friend's face(phew!!! long reply)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat's d best way to console a friend with pre-wedding jitters? &lt;strong&gt;I have absolutely no idea....(hehehehehe))...shiver with her/him maybe???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do I do with newly wed friends??&lt;strong&gt; give them time to adjust to married life and am so positive i'll be asking how they're finding married life(lol)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my friend(s) is into illegal business and I find out, &lt;strong&gt;I'll first tell him/her to cease and desist(which am pretty sure he/she wont do) , then bolt!!&lt;/strong&gt; I try na abi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so facebook and restricted sites are open early hours of the morning, late evening and weekends(heeheehee) so I can roam around den and er......u get d idea  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now......any more answers???? the more the merrier u know :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-4115236936092576999?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/4115236936092576999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=4115236936092576999&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/4115236936092576999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/4115236936092576999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/12/sequel.html' title='Sequel.............'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-44136453180635650</id><published>2007-12-12T11:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T11:32:47.680+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Lets Do Something</title><content type='html'>Since ave been restricted from a lot of sites, I decided to ask some questions I found online but couldnt get to see their answers(u can guess why).....so I want to hear what YOU think ok???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go(ahem):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you stay if your sweety strayed(if he/she cheated and you found out whether he/she told u or not)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the three worst movie endings you remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to date your friend's ex??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best way to console a friend with pre-wedding jitters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you manage your newly married friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you discovered your friend was into illegal business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK lets not ask too many questions before it ends up as a questionnaire.... wen am satisfied with enough responses I'll give my answers :-p (heeheehee)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oya!! answers guys....am waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-44136453180635650?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/44136453180635650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=44136453180635650&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>17 signs you like or love someone</title><content type='html'>This I stumbled on and found [or is it find?] amusing.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/strong&gt;:You look at their profile constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIXTEEN&lt;/strong&gt;:When you're on the phone with them late at night and they hang up, you still miss them even when it was just two minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIFTEEN&lt;/strong&gt;:You read their Texts and Ims Over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOURTEEN&lt;/strong&gt;:You walk really slow when you're with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIRTEEN&lt;/strong&gt;:You feel shy whenever they're around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELEVEN&lt;/strong&gt;:When you think about them, your heart beats faster but slower at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEN&lt;/strong&gt;:You smile when you hear their voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NINE&lt;/strong&gt;:When you look at them, you can't see the other people around you, you just see him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;:You start listening to slow songs while thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN&lt;/strong&gt;:They're all you think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX&lt;/strong&gt;:You get high just from their scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE&lt;/strong&gt;:You realize you're always smiling when you're looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR:&lt;/strong&gt;You would do anything for them, just to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE:&lt;/strong&gt;While reading this, there was one person on your mind this whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO:&lt;/strong&gt;You were so busy thinking about that person, you didnt notice number twelve was missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE:&lt;/strong&gt;You just scrolled up to check &amp;amp; are now silently laughing at yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-5210714457490044428?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/5210714457490044428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=5210714457490044428&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/5210714457490044428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/5210714457490044428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/12/17-signs-you-like-or-love-someone.html' title='17 signs you like or love someone'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-2322803721280971603</id><published>2007-12-05T12:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:16:55.949+01:00</updated><title type='text'>weird things i've learnt about myself</title><content type='html'>now...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one: i talk a lot&lt;/strong&gt;..online..offline..anyline...am ur man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two: i can spend d whole day browsing&lt;/strong&gt;..where??? d same places(my email, my blog page, facebook etc) yet i call myself a web junkie(psheeeaaaaw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt;: i lose weight by falling ill after gaining a specific amount of weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;four:&lt;/strong&gt; i've been talking about swimming forever and i STILL HAVENT STARTED SWIMMING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five:&lt;/strong&gt; i can talk to a stranger as easily as i can talk to a friend about ANYTHING!!(except diabolical things of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;six:&lt;/strong&gt; am a phone freak...even if am using a nokia e90 i'd keep going on and on about phones as if i wanted one of every kind(sometimes i do want one of every kind (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seven&lt;/strong&gt;: d same applies to cars and houses(lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eight&lt;/strong&gt;: this was composed out of pure boredom. i had no idea of wat to write when i started, and i have no idea wat to write now..so i wonder if this post should be taken seriously.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so those who tagged me to write dis hope this qualifies???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nine: &lt;/strong&gt;i arrange my money in my wallet....according to denominations and how new they are...I just remembered so am adding this one(hehehehehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-2322803721280971603?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/2322803721280971603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=2322803721280971603&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/2322803721280971603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/2322803721280971603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/12/weird-things-ive-learnt-about-myself.html' title='weird things i&apos;ve learnt about myself'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-2703484909126381932</id><published>2007-11-30T10:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T12:59:23.348+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankfulness'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Thankfulness</title><content type='html'>Today's the last day in November...and I decided to do MY 30days of Thankfulness today(that's wat it is right??) This is almost the end of the year and looking back all I see is God's Handwork in my life...His love and faithfulness are indeed forever. I give him all the Glory... So here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father in heaven I thank You for everything.Father I thank You for the gift of life; I am grateful each day I wake up hale and hearty. So I thank You Father for my life today and for everyone who’s reading this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father I thank You for Your Love, It has kept me whole. With You I’ve come to realise what love is. Your love is true, overwhelming, selfless and above all it’s unconditional. You are love.It’s hard to understand how a Holy being can love a sinner like me. It’s phenomenal, it’s simply beautiful. I thank &amp;amp; love You Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father I thank You for Your constant Protection and Guidance.How else could I have been kept safe from harm all these years? By luck? I don’t think so. You’ve given Your angels charge over me. You’re always there for me. I’m more than thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father I thank You for Your mercy. You know all the times I’ve gone astray and been afraid to pray to You for fear that You’d ignore me, or for fear that I’d hear Your voice admonishing me for going astray. Instead, You reminded me that You are a merciful God while You patiently awaited my return, and when I did, You welcomed and received me with open arms and told me how pleased You were to have me back. I thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father I thank You for my family - Your gift to me. May Your Blessings and Favour remain with us. I thank You especially for my parents. You know how much I love them. Father, please keep them for many years to come. I thank you for my step parents. They made me see life in a new light. I thank you for my siblings. I can’t find the right words to express how much I love them. I thank you for the strong bond we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for my friends. You know how much I appreciate them &amp;amp; how special they are to me. I believe we’re in each others’ lives for a purpose. May your Blessings and Favour remain with them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father I thank You for Your Blessings. You’ve blessed me so much, in ways that I’m even unaware of. You’ve Blessed me abundantly, more than I even need. I thank You. I know there are loads of people who will give anything to live just one day in my life. I never lack cos You’re my Provider. I’m so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father I thank You for Your Grace. I’m who I am today by Your Grace. Your Grace is sufficient for me. I’m thankful for my Lord and saviour Jesus Christ. I thank you that I’ve got you Jesus. Knowing You is the best thing that has happened to me. You made me realise that without You life is futile. My life is in Your hands and so I can’t fall. I thank You for my faith in You. You’ve remained faithful. I’m sooo thankful Father. I can’t thank you enough…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who's going to be tagged???? as many as havent done theirs...take time out to reflect and appreciate The Lord your God...&lt;br /&gt;Remain Blessed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remaining 8 or more weird things about me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-2703484909126381932?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/2703484909126381932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=2703484909126381932&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/2703484909126381932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/2703484909126381932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/11/30-days-of-thankfulness.html' title='30 Days of Thankfulness'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-1025076311686271830</id><published>2007-11-28T13:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T14:20:24.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>an intriguing character......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is an interesting write up I came across:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the thing about Bobby is.....He's very easy to understand but hard to predict; generous to a fault; caring and addictive in a funny sort of way. Simply put, he is mildly contagious......Easy to love, easy to hate. If he likes you, its because of you and the qualities you possess. If he loves you, its because you understand him. Only then will you get the best of him b'cos he'll go out of his way for you(no doubt). Though most times, people mistake his likeness for love[cant blame them...nice guys are hard to find, and there's only one that can be compared to him....him!]...so they try to please Bobby instead of trying to understand him..and when he returns the gesture, they mistake it for love and then they try to take it a step further by trying to own him.&lt;br /&gt;Now there's nothing wrong with the desire if wanting to own something(or someone) special......its only human!! but it so happens that when they desire to own Bobby without a proper understanding of the kind of dude he really is, the end result is usually catastrophic cus it always leads to emotion:extreme hate!! why?? cos we hate wat we dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about hate, Bobby can't say he hates anybody, but he simply does not associate himself with people that roll in the negative. People that only say bad things about others, or only rejoice in people's weaknesses....[its funny how they turn around and blow a fuse when people talk about them....and they are often linked to people that pretend a lot..makes no sense, cos in the end all that matters is time cos the longer an individual relates with others, the sooner the true habits pop out]....&lt;br /&gt;So if you happen to get a wrong vibe from Bobby, there's a 100% chance that you fall into such category. Now when Bobby is happy with you he doesnt sense your flaws, even when you keep poking at his. If he's not happy with you he will simply avoid you..no big deal[not that it matters anyway cos we all have flaws...yes, including the f***ing self righteous Bobby].&lt;br /&gt;You really don't want to see him when he's pissed off, let alone be the one to put him in that state..don't get it twisted, he's very easy to amuse and could be the most difficult to annoy but you will definitely suceed if you push him hard enough[just like some have done in the past]..but its usually not funny and it comes with a guarantee: you will regret it!(they always do).........Easy to love...easy to hate..He respects people a lot and when he does see people that share the same virtue, he respects them even more and that, is partly why he's so f***ing hard to understand; but he does make one thing clear though: he knows exactly what he wants! It'll be wrong to think you know him well enough. If only you can understand, it'll all come to you.&lt;br /&gt;So, feel free and holla at your boy today....perhaps i might be wrong!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-1025076311686271830?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/1025076311686271830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=1025076311686271830&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1025076311686271830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1025076311686271830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/11/intriguing-character.html' title='an intriguing character......'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-128619682531455768</id><published>2007-11-22T14:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T13:53:42.997+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='na wa o'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restrictions'/><title type='text'>Na wa o</title><content type='html'>Only extreme situations we experience or hear of that blow our minds prompt us nigerians to verbally exclaim the above popular, non-english[what we nigerians refer to as pidgin english] phrase &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;na wa o"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... what has prompted this you wonder?? Is she a perpetual whiner, complainer, etc etc?......ok second question first,...NO I AM NOT!!!!! First question next, the thing is in my office, I was once priviledged with roaming round the web....So much, that when I first opened this account, my catch phrase under my name was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"touring the web"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[catchy innit?]....I opened accounts with NDL, Facebook, Myspace, Blogspot, Tagged, Hi5 etc etc.....and I could keep myself soo oo busy hopping from one account to the other.......NOW!!!!! My office for some reason has decided to cut short our priviledges...I'm told half bread is better than none, and I quite agree, because now all my websites from facebook, to hi5 to NDL etc, have all been restricted..(that means my access has been blocked). So when I come to work, I can only access my emails, my blog page...and google(lol) I wonder where I'll be going from there...but wen am sooooo bored and I want to go somewhere to keep me busy, not to mention catch up on where I've left off especially on facebook(sniff! sniff!! whimper!! I miss facebook.. waaaaaaaaaahh!!) all I have is here.......kai! na wa o!! But am not complaining anyway, cos am feeling the bloggers I've met so far and still meeting, so hey!! half bread really is better than none yes??(lol)&lt;br /&gt;I've been tagged by unnaked and i think aijay??? will update guys, me promise!!*wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-128619682531455768?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/128619682531455768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=128619682531455768&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/128619682531455768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/128619682531455768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/11/na-wa-o.html' title='Na wa o'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-575604461413408541</id><published>2007-11-20T10:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:45:57.395+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luxury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Inspired to.....................???????????</title><content type='html'>Am not exactly a copy-cat, but when I come across certain material, or experiences(is dat d word?) etc, I'm inclined to chip in a few things......like little kids telling stories and one shouts&lt;em&gt;"....me too, me too....when I was ......."&lt;/em&gt; and dey ramble away. Well, today am just inspired to yack(as usual)..... over a few thingies I cant stop thinking of....and the top of the list is money. Now the Bible warns that the &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; of money is indeed the &lt;strong&gt;root&lt;/strong&gt; of all evil, but it acknowledges that it &lt;em&gt;answereth all things&lt;/em&gt;. So the biggie is how do I draw the line? Cos I look around me, I see fantastic things all over from clothing, to accessories, to automobiles, to electronics, etc and how do u get them? Money!!!! I keep thinking of places I want to see, activities I want to indulge in and how do I involve myself? Money!! I see how nicely women my age and older are dressed, how beautifully they're taken care of..whether its via them or their guys but the bottom line is Money &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; answer all things .....no matter what it is.....after all, &lt;em&gt;"good soup na money kill am".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two thing on my mind really is a guy.......now am not bellyaching, neither am I whining or complaining, but am just saying or rather asking, or saying it &lt;em&gt;would &lt;/em&gt;be nice to get mine right about now...know wat I mean bcos as usual, I look around me, I see happy(or so they seem) couples, chics proudly brandishing what they're men bought for them...some go as far as driving their cars, I hear mushy stories....I hear not so mushy stories...and I look at myself and my experiences and I ask myself 'What the Hell???' Someone said you have to kiss a few frogs to get to your prince charming.....and I wont mind getting mine now...Although God's time is the best and all that, and with a relationship comes responsibilities that I ask myself 'Am I ready for??' [Well, I think I am].........so I decided as I always do, to shut myself up till I start talking again to just relax and have as much fun as I can while I wait.....[Thank God for Zoe!!:-) so enough gbedun for me(lol)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, those are the two main things I think of like all the time, at least Zoe is here so one is knocked off my list.....hehehehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll see u guys wen December begins....then wen can discuss our plans for the approaching Holidays..........(mwuah!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-575604461413408541?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/575604461413408541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=575604461413408541&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/575604461413408541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/575604461413408541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/11/inspired-to.html' title='Inspired to.....................???????????'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-7936618863367115673</id><published>2007-11-16T13:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T16:45:28.528+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today&apos;s meme'/><title type='text'>Meme for today</title><content type='html'>I should ask aijay wat meme means but I saw this and i decided to borrow it(ahem).&lt;br /&gt;I fear I am a &lt;em&gt;memelifter&lt;/em&gt;...this is like d 3rd or 4th post am borrwing...oh well, here goes my &lt;em&gt;"meme"&lt;/em&gt; for today:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am...... a person of leisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex-boyfriend was......definitely the wrong guy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should..... be more outgoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love...... relaxing and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my........ where do i begin???shall i start with single earring of diff jewelry sets, or loose change, audio cds, dvds, etc??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current boyfriend is...... out there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say I'm...... nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is...... beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, someone is...... very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always..... give Glory to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever is...... never ending(scary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to...... lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the current President is...... er...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up in the morning...... I put off my phone(d alarm), mumble a little prayer, and go back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of...... ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past is...... not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get annoyed when...... I’m insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parties are for...... having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are...... sooooooooo tender(i mean dia hearts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is...... Inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish...... I could just HAMMER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to...... do my Laundry(can't avoid it any longer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want some...... one to call my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no tolerance for people who...... are proud and mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not...... scared of driving anymore(hahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a million dollars...... ewoooooooooooo!!!!! first tithe. den property, den investments(money must grow), den attend to some family members, DEEEEN!!!!!! spoil myself silly!! one jeep must enta my yard o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job makes me......laugh(lots of things happen here).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-7936618863367115673?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/7936618863367115673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=7936618863367115673&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7936618863367115673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7936618863367115673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/11/meme-for-today.html' title='Meme for today'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-3337068619016350023</id><published>2007-11-15T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T12:27:47.126+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guy&apos;s rules'/><title type='text'>50 Things Men Wish You Knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Universal guy truths that all women should understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Guys is dis true??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Express yourself. It makes us proud, even if someone thinks you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You look hot in running shoes and shorts. And that top thingy with the stripes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bare, tan shoulders are underrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you think I’m speeding now, you should see me drive when you're not in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you're truly interested in us, don't play hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Shopping is a chore, not an activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When I screw up, go ahead and tell me--once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. No question need ever be asked through a closed bathroom door if I'm inside. I love you less with each syllable you utter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm hot for you, not your sister or your friend or your coworker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My guy friends. Not only are they not negotiable, they’re your best sign that I’m not a whack job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Don't be afraid to ditch the makeup. Natural is sexier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Leave the eyebrows alone. Plucked ain't pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You can have sex with us any time you want. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When the game is on, we will pay attention to you if you're nice about it. Bark, and we shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I don't ask for directions because I’m just happy to be driving. Anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Masturbation is merely practice for the big game. Encourage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. We crave hugs and hand-holding too. And no, it doesn't always have to lead to sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. But you can have sex with us any time you want. Did we mention that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. There's no better sound in the world than you, having an orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Though the exhaust note of a Porsche Boxster is pretty damn fine, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I just may lie to make you feel good. Don’t be angry about this. You really weren't looking for the truth anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When you get angry over some stupid little pointless thing, I question your intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You’re really bad at faking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If I offer my help while you're getting ready, it means you’re late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Never ask me to pick out your outfit. (See above.) I will invariably get it wrong and make us even more late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Giving me two or three choices, however, can be fun. Assuming you will change outfits in front of me. Slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Err on the side of hot; I love to show you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Unless we're meeting my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. When you call us at work "just to chat," we're not really listening; we're checking our e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Spring means baseball and skirts. Doesn't need to be a mini-skirt; it's been a long winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Chicks who drink beer are hot. Better yet: chicks who drink beer and watch the game. Better still: chicks who buy us a beer during the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. We don't mind being told we look good. Just don't call it a "cute outfit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. We love ponytails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Being good in bed means a) enthusiasm; b) a sense of humor; and sometimes c) patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. The first time? We're as nervous as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. A random unexpected grope is always welcome, even in public. Especially in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Make us laugh and we'll want to hang around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Yes, I laugh really loud around the guys. And I always will, so deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Sure, men stereotypically like to solve a woman's problems. But a woman who solves her own while we watch? Instant erection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. You can pick the movie, but have a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do not expect to have a conversation via text message unless you use the words "naked" and "waiting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Sometimes we wonder why any woman would want to be with us, much less someone as amazing as you. So, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Anytime you cook for us, we're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. If you can hit a golf ball 150 yards, we just might fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. No, I don't remember what he said next. Or she. Or anybody, for that matter. I'm a guy, not a tape recorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. We love you even more because you know we need to go out with the guys once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. And we love it when you hang with us guys, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. We have a keen sense of imminent danger. It sounds like, "Do you think she's pretty?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Don't rely on us for keeping you up on the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Never say, "I know you better than you know yourself." Nobody does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-3337068619016350023?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/3337068619016350023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=3337068619016350023&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3337068619016350023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3337068619016350023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/11/50-things-men-wish-you-knew.html' title='50 Things Men Wish You Knew'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-5156293299128118892</id><published>2007-11-13T08:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:23:38.303+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>REAL/FAKE friend?</title><content type='html'>Me like dis so much me put it on me blog(lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: Never ask for food.&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: are the reason you have no food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: Would sit next to you sayin "Damn ... we f***** up ... but that s*** was fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: never seen you cry.&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: cry with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: KEEP UR S*** SO LONG THEY FORGET ITS YOURS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: know a few things about you.&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: Would knock on your front door.&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: Are for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: Are for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "B**** drink the rest of that you know we don't waste s***."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: will talk s*** to the person who talks s*** about you.&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: Will KNOCK THEM OUT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: Would ignore this&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: Will send this to all there real friends and hope to get it back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB:wer do u fall in?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-5156293299128118892?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/5156293299128118892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=5156293299128118892&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/5156293299128118892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/5156293299128118892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/11/realfake-friend.html' title='REAL/FAKE friend?'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-8809180447888385456</id><published>2007-11-08T14:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:58:37.787+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What He Hears You Say</title><content type='html'>For years, researchers have claimed that women talk way more than men — one oft-cited stat is that women use 20,000 words a day while men use only 7,000. But it turns out that women and men both use an average of 16,000 words per day, according to a recent study from the University of Texas at Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost in Translation: What he really hears when your lips are moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You say: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ugh, my boss is horrible. I had the worst day. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I really need to vent about my day." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He hears: "Tell me how to fix my relationship with my boss." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey, can we talk?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have something important to tell you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He hears: "You screwed up, buddy."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh, those shoes don't go with that belt. Why don't you wear the brown ones?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I just want to help you look good."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He hears: "Aw, the widdle baby can't dwess himself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Let's straighten up in here."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let's straighten up in here."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hears: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I resent that you're a pig."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm so sorry you had such a rough day. You must feel terrible."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I want you to know I empathize with you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He hears:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I feel sorry for you, you sad sack of a man."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you think that woman's hot?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tell me that I'm hot."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He hears: "DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! DO NOT ANSWER!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huh?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men's ability to process language and understand what's being said to them begins to diminish starting in their 30s. Women retain this ability until menopause. &lt;strong&gt;Source: Why Men Never Remember and Women Never Forget by Marianne J. Legato, M.D.&lt;/strong&gt;(hmmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't he see what I need?The love expert says... He takes everything personally."If I call a friend and say, 'I'm having a terrible day,' she'll drop everything and ask, 'Are you okay?' A woman hears complaints as an invitation to move closer. But a man hears complaints as an indication that he's failed. He measures his very worth by his ability to provide and protect, so in his mind, if he were doing his job, she wouldn't be unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does this mean a woman can never complain to a man? Of course not! Men really want to please women. All you have to say is, 'Would you help me with...' or 'I would love it if....' Go beyond the complaint or criticism and get at the desire. High-maintenance women don't scare men. Men actually like it because it gives them a clear set of rules for how to improve, and they can tell when they're succeeding." —&lt;strong&gt;Pat Love, coauthor of How to Improve Your Marriage Without Talking About It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't he understand me?The linguist says... He assumes you're trying to be the boss of him."In general, men focus on hierarchy and women on connection. I always find it fascinating to go back to studies of how kids talk: Boys use talk to negotiate their status within a group, while girls use talk to negotiate closeness. This difference can cause misunderstandings with apologies, for example. When a man makes some small transgression, his wife might feel that if he'd just say, 'I'm sorry,' it would be over. But he won't, and then you end up arguing about why he won't apologize. For many women, an apology means, 'I care that I let you down; I care about you.' If he doesn't apologize, it's like he doesn't care. But for men, asking for an apology is a demand that he publicly humiliate himself. He thinks apologizing is a sign of weakness, and that you'll use it against him, because that's what another man would do. So when you say, 'Why won't you apologize?' he hears, 'I caught you in an error and I'm going to rub your nose in it.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deborah Tannen, Ph.D., professor of linguistics at Georgetown University and author of You Just Don't Understand: Women and Men in Conversation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-8809180447888385456?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/8809180447888385456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=8809180447888385456&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/8809180447888385456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/8809180447888385456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-he-hears-you-say.html' title='What He Hears You Say'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-9070007539794395891</id><published>2007-11-01T10:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:25:59.373+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoe'/><title type='text'>ZOE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dat's d name of my new 2000 Honda Civic sedan dat arrived at 7.30pm sharp yesterday(not too sure though)...She came after much prayer, financial planning, being broke, etc etc...now she's finally here....oooo am ecstatic......so ecstatic I brought her to work today but I din't drive her myself..[i did d initial introduction when she came last night....as in a test drive] but dat's gist for anoda day..the important thing is she's here:-).....pardon my not taking any pics.......am attaching a link to her look alike so u can have an idea...she's an american spec, auto, metallic green beauty and she's all mine!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So look out lasgidi.......nyomsis is goin' be ridin' durrti an' havin' a blast.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Silly me....my ultimate gratitude first and foremost to God Almighty, my parents for collabing their efforts &lt;em&gt;especially my Dad&lt;/em&gt;, thanks to my elder sis for tolerating my bellyaching for a car, and telling me how to prepare for one....my gratitude specially to a fellow blogger for giving me the idea on how to actually acquire it....my gratitude to all friends and supporters for earnestly waiting for her arrival and rejoicing with me.....love u all and God Bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidddeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;link to see her is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.edmunds.com/honda/civic/2000/index.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.edmunds.com/honda/civic/2000/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-9070007539794395891?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/9070007539794395891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=9070007539794395891&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/9070007539794395891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/9070007539794395891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/11/zoe.html' title='ZOE!!!!'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-7611549668244703488</id><published>2007-10-29T12:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T13:04:35.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Labouring Too Hard For Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://msn.chemistry.com/chemistrylanding/landingsearch50?trackingid=523598&amp;amp;bannerid=2002247"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some tips for you..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some single people find themselves toiling hard, really hard to make love happen. Consider the case of Toni Larusso of New York. She put intense effort into making a guy her exclusive boyfriend.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://msn.chemistry.com/chemistrylanding/landingsearch50?trackingid=516068&amp;amp;bannerid=2002186"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was crazy about him,"&lt;/em&gt; she recalls. &lt;em&gt;"I changed my work schedule, dropped most of my friends. They begged me to quit seeing him and their concern helped me realize what I'd gotten myself into. Now that I'm over him, I'm trying to figure out why I wasted so much effort on someone who didn't reciprocate."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Toni, many of us are guilty of laboring for love. We try too hard to make things work with someone who's unworthy—or just plain uninterested. We accept things we otherwise wouldn't want to and turn a blind eye to egregious flaws and foibles in our relationships. But we don't have to keep doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get Real:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;"The first thing you can do is to become honest with yourself and raise your self-esteem," &lt;/em&gt;counsels Sonia Choquette, author of Trust Your Vibes. &lt;em&gt;"Somewhere along the way, you came to wrongly believe that you are not OK and are accepting poor behavior from others or are aligning with those who have nothing to offer because of your weak self-image."&lt;/em&gt; That's the root problem. "&lt;em&gt;If you are in the habit of being with the wrong person, take a break from dating and fall in love with yourself,"&lt;/em&gt; she suggests.&lt;em&gt; "Do for yourself all the things you tend to do for the other. Give yourself gifts, take yourself to lunch or dinner, and give yourself statements of appreciation."&lt;/em&gt; Recognize your talents when you do a good job or when you're a good friend. You may also want to seek the services of a therapist or counselor if these little pick-me-ups don't work. &lt;em&gt;"The key to getting what we deserve is to know that the first place to look is within ourselves,"&lt;/em&gt; she says. &lt;em&gt;"No one will treat you better than you are willing to treat yourself. If you criticize yourself, never speak up, don't ask for what you need, or are in the habit of over-giving in order to manipulate others, all relationships you have will show signs of strain."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question whether to pursue:&lt;/strong&gt; Does this mean you have to stop going after a certain someone or break off a budding relationship ASAP? &lt;em&gt;"Not necessarily&lt;/em&gt;," says clinical social worker Helen King. "&lt;em&gt;Once you have a realistic assessment of the relationship, decide if you are really with the person you want." &lt;/em&gt;Then figure out if the person is willing to work with you to make things better. &lt;em&gt;"If you stop working so hard, you may allow your date to step up and participate,"&lt;/em&gt; she notes. &lt;em&gt;"If you don't give the person the chance, you may never know how invested he or she is."&lt;/em&gt; If you think your behavior may have entered the realm of working way too hard, King suggests answering these questions for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;• How is the rest of my life affected by this situation? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;• Am I losing sleep or not taking care of myself? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;• Is my work suffering? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;• Am I ignoring friends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have some answers that indicate that your approach to dating is detrimental, King notes, &lt;em&gt;"you may need to step back from the romance."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay the course:&lt;/strong&gt; But how can you make sure you don't step into a negative situation again with the next person you date? &lt;em&gt;"Knowing that we each deserve to be in happy, loving, mutually supportive relationships is the key to not repeating the mistakes of the past,"&lt;/em&gt; King says. &lt;em&gt;"Learning from each romantic experience, building upon the positive aspects, and getting out of situations that repeat the negative, will ensure that the next relationship is closer to what you are looking for."&lt;/em&gt; To do that, think hard about what you need and the type of person you want. Then, King says, &lt;em&gt;"commit to yourself and a buddy who can help you stay on track. "As you date, you will continue to check in with yourself and your support [person], to ensure that what you said you wanted and who you are with match, at least on the important things," &lt;/em&gt;she notes. &lt;em&gt;"Don't stay in a budding romance because you fear being alone or failing. Listen to your heart and your inner self; they will lead you on the right path.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://boards.msn.com/Boomersboards/thread.aspx?threadid=395903"&gt;Sound off: Chime in on a thread where Boomers are sharing the joys of independence…&lt;/a&gt; Freelance writer Margot Carmichael Lester labored and lost in several relationships before getting it right. Her advice appears in the anthologies How to Survive Your Marriage and How to Survive Your Divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NB: This is for single and searching like me that keep asking themselves what the hell is going on and y they dont have someone............Please note that these are TIPS!!! U dont have to go by them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-7611549668244703488?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/7611549668244703488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=7611549668244703488&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7611549668244703488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7611549668244703488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/10/labouring-too-hard-for-love.html' title='Labouring Too Hard For Love?'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-9051890731460373455</id><published>2007-10-24T10:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T10:39:34.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Dating Lines Decoded</title><content type='html'>It's no secret that the language of love isn't always the most, well, direct. That's why so many single people spend hours analyzing emails from dates trying to figure out if "I'm busy at work" is a brush-off, or wondering whether that invitation of "I'll make dinner for you" indicates a desire to share a whole lot more than a favorite garlic chicken recipe.&lt;br /&gt;How can you suss out what someone's really trying to say? To help you out, we got a bevy of dating experts to decode eight common lines so you'll spend less time scratching your head and more time communicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Line:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"I'd love to stay out, but I have to get up really early tomorrow."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What it means:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Sorry, you just aren't floating my boat."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if it's 2 a.m. or your date follows up with, "But let's get together soon—maybe this weekend?" the fact that he or she want to end the date is no big deal. But if the night is young or your date mentions an aversion to staying out late in the middle of, say, appetizers, that's not a good sign. Your date may sense there's no connection and want to exit sooner rather than later, says Steve Nakamoto, author of Men Are Like Fish: What Every Woman Needs to Know About Catching A Man. At least look at the upside: This person's also freeing you from a situation that's not going anywhere, so just enjoy your dinner, then skedaddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Line: "I had such a good time with you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What it means: "Wow, you're actually fun and different from all the other guys/girls!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sentence might sound generic, but try saying it out loud: It sounds far more intense than a mere "I had a nice night," doesn't it? "This is a way of revealing how you feel without getting too heavy," says Laurie Puhn, J.D., author of Instant Persuasion: How to Change Your Words to Change Your Life. "The person is letting you know that he or she really might like you, and trying to find out if you possibly feel the same." So if the interest is mutual, let your date know by responding in kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Line: "I'm just not ready for a relationship."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What it means: "I'm just not in love with you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard when someone you like tells you he or she's not in a place to seriously date anyone. But it also makes you hope that the problem is timing, not your personalities. If you can just be patient, you think, things could percolate, right? Wrong. "This means 'I don't love you, so if that's what you want, we should break up,'" says Puhn. Don't be fooled—when this person does meet someone who has that spark, he or she will indeed be ready for a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Line: "I'd love to meet up, but I'm just really busy with work right now." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What it means: "I'm trying to think of a really nice way to blow you off."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this person could very well have a full schedule that week. But if he or she doesn't offer any alternative dates to hang out, what you're really being told is that this person would rather work than hang out with you. (Sorry.) "Your date very well could be busy. The question is whether your date's focusing on the problem or finding a solution," says Puhn. "You can always get away long enough for dinner or a drink with someone or say, 'I'm going to call you in two weeks after this project is done.' It's a matter of priorities." So if your date isn't trying to pencil you in, it could be time to write that person off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Line: "So, gotten any funny emails on Match.com lately?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What it means: "Are you interested in seeing each other exclusively?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it, it's intimidating to ask: "So are you seeing anyone else?" And with online dating, there's a sneakier way to put out feelers: By asking a question that reveals whether someone's been checking his or her Match.com account for new suitors. "In online dating, you can receive flirtatious emails 24/7, so leaving your profile up sends a message that you're still open to other prospects," says Nakamoto. So if your date's asking anything about your online activities, it's probably a sign he or she might pop the "So... do you want to see each other exclusively?" question soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Line: "So, want to meet for coffee?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What it means: "Want to meet for a coffee and then have dinner if we like each other?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always smart to schedule a short, easy-to-end date when you're first meeting a new person. "Committing to a dinner with someone new can seem like too much for a person who doesn't want to get stuck at a table for hours if things aren't clicking," explains Puhn. Still, many online daters will leave the ensuing hours free in case you two hit it off. That doesn't mean you should head to your rendezvous with overly high expectations and an empty stomach. If you're hungry, eat already. If you end up wanting to prolong the fun on your date, you can always suggest going for dessert or a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Line: "I'm meeting my friends for a drink—want to come?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What it means: "I really like you and want to know if you get along with my pals."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound like a casual invite, but what your date is saying is that he or she is totally comfortable being seen with you as a couple—and is interested in how you'll relate to his or her closest comrades. "Meeting the friends is an approval thing," says Nakamoto. "Women want to see how he treats their friends, and men want to know if his friends like the girl." It may seem intimidating, but it should actually boost your ego: You've passed the first tests and are now on your way to becoming a full-time boyfriend or girlfriend—provided the buddies sign off. If you're feeling just as positive about the relationship, say "Yes," and charm away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Line: "Why don't you come over and I'll cook for you?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What it means: "Ready to get physical?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking for a person is a show of intimacy in a couple of ways. "The person is really inviting you into his or her life," says Puhn. "Someone's apartment is their whole world, so they're obviously very comfortable with you." Then, of course, there's the fact that you'll conveniently be just a few steps from the couch—and the bedroom —later that night. If it's a first or early date, this might actually be a bit too personal, especially if you're not sure how you feel about your future together. But if you're pretty sure you're ready to explore things further, congratulations, tonight could be the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://boards.msn.com/Boomersboards/thread.aspx?threadid=414625"&gt;Sound off: Tell us about the best and worst dating lines that you've encountered.&lt;/a&gt; New York City freelance writer Laura Gilbert has written for Health, Stuff, Maxim, The Knot and other publications.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-9051890731460373455?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/9051890731460373455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=9051890731460373455&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/9051890731460373455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/9051890731460373455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/10/eight-dating-lines-decoded.html' title='Eight Dating Lines Decoded'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-7489414917861584527</id><published>2007-10-19T12:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T12:36:24.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For all subordinates</title><content type='html'>Here's an excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boss-to-English Translator: What your boss says and what he really means&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel a trip to your boss's office is like a trip to a foreign country? Nice view, but no speaka dee English? In order to ensure that none of the buck passing, put- downing, or one- upping is lost in translation, make sure to bring along this cheat sheet so you know what the big enchilada is really trying to say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great job on the report!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: "I'm taking credit for your work."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have to attend an off-site meeting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: "I'm having an affair."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me give you some broadstroke ideas and you can fill in the rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: "I still haven't learned how to create an Excel document."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Headquarters has assured me we will not be affected by the merger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: "You are going to be fired."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure if what you are suggesting is in alignment with our core competencies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: "What exactly do we do again?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This office is a family and my door is always open if you ever need to powwow with Papa Bear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: "I am a tool."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be out of the office for a couple hours with senior management, but you can reach me on my mobile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: "I'm playing golf."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be off-site and unreachable for the rest of the afternoon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: "I'm playing golf and I expect to be very, very drunk."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we should order in some lunch for the team."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: "None of you are getting a raise. Enjoy your pizza."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to have to micromanage this whole operation!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: "I'm the boss because I made good business contacts at my Ivy League university; I don't know how to actually do things."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This came down from up top."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: "I have no real power."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't give you an answer at this moment. Let me survey the situation and see what we can leverage out of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: "Oh God, I wish I was still in sales!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's good to see you take such bold initiative!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: "You are a threat to me. You will be fired the next time we so much as run out of coffee."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll think about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: "I'll tell you no in an e-mail, long after I've left the office."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you finish those projections I asked you about on Friday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: "I completely forgot to ask you about the projections on Friday, and I'm hoping your memory is even worse than mine."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a very sensitive issue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: "I may need you to shred some documents."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's push the boundaries on this one. We need something really innovative! Throw out the conventions, I want something edgy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: "Present only safe, traditional ideas to me. I wouldn't know what to do with innovation if my life depended on it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're going to be pulling some long hours and I'll be right here with the rest of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: "My home life is miserable."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate to be the bearer of bad news."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: "Disappointing you is the only pleasure I have left in my dead-end, crappy job."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-7489414917861584527?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/7489414917861584527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=7489414917861584527&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7489414917861584527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7489414917861584527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-all-subordinates.html' title='For all subordinates'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-3000163627441691073</id><published>2007-10-16T12:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T12:34:27.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things you didnt know about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;10. Your Stomach Secretes Corrosive Acid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one dangerous liquid no airport security can confiscate from you: It's in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/060601_gut_microbes.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your gut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Your stomach cells secrete hydrochloric acid, a corrosive compound used to treat metals in the industrial world. It can pickle steel, but mucous lining the stomach wall keeps this &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/060105_stomach_bacteria.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poisonous liquid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; safely in the digestive system, breaking down lunch. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;9. Body Position Affects Your Memory:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Can't remember your anniversary, hubby? Try getting down on one knee. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/memory/" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; are highly embodied in our senses. A &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/060118_armpit_odor.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; or &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/050526_music_memory.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; may evoke a distant episode from one's childhood. The connections can be obvious (a bicycle bell makes you remember your old paper route) or inscrutable. A recent study helps decipher some of this embodiment. An article in the January 2007 issue of Cognition reports that episodes from your past are remembered faster and better while in a body position similar to the pose struck during the event. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;8. Bones Break (Down) to Balance Minerals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In addition to supporting the bag of organs and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/050216_young_blood.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muscles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; that is our &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/php/trivia/?quiz=bodyquiz1" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;body&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/060509_growing_bones.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; help regulate our calcium levels. Bones contain both phosphorus and calcium, the latter of which is needed by muscles and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/060131_pain_truths.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nerves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. If the element is in short supply, certain hormones will cause bones to break downeupping calcium levels in the bodyeuntil the appropriate extracellular concentration is reached. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;7. Much of a Meal is Food For Thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it makes up only 2 percent of our total body weight, the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/mind/" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; demands 20 percent of the body's oxygen and calories. To keep our noggin well-stocked with resources, three major cerebral arteries are constantly pumping in oxygen. A blockage or break in one of them starves brain cells of the energy they require to function, impairing the functions controlled by that region. This is a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/mysteries/061214_stroke.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stroke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;6. Thousands of Eggs Unused by Ovaries:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a woman reaches her late 40s or early 50s, the monthly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/ap_060522_menstrual_end.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;menstrual cycle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; that controls her hormone levels and readies ova for insemination ceases. Her ovaries have been producing less and less estrogen, inciting physical and emotional changes across her body. Her underdeveloped egg follicles begin to fail to release ova as regularly as before. The average adolescent girl has 34,000 underdeveloped egg follicles, although only 350 or so mature during her life (at the rate of about one per month). The unused egg follicles then deteriorate. With no potential pregnancy on the horizon, the brain can stop managing the release of ova. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;5. Puberty Reshapes Brain Structure, Makes for Missed Curfews:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We know that hormone-fueled changes in the body are necessary to encourage growth and ready the body for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/060727_sex_history.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reproduction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. But why is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/050517_teen_thought.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adolescence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; so emotionally unpleasant? Hormones like &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/060814_testosterone_death.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;testosterone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; actually influence the development of neurons in the brain, and the changes made to brain structure have many behavioral consequences. Expect emotional awkwardness, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/060907_teenage_feelings.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apathy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/050517_teen_thought.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poor decision-making skills&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; as regions in the frontal cortex mature. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Cell Hairs Move Mucus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Most cells in our bodies sport hair-like organelles called cilia that help out with a variety of functions, from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/060328_bad_bacterial.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;digestion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/060718_bad_hearing.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hearing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. In the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/050106_nose_smell.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, cilia help to drain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/070117_sniffle_stopper.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mucus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; from the nasal cavity down to the throat. Cold weather slows down the draining process, causing a mucus backup that can leave you with snotty sleeves. Swollen nasal membranes or condensation can also cause a stuffed schnozzle. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;3. Big Brains Cause Cramped Mouths:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/evolution" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evolution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; isn't perfect. If it were, we might have wings instead of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/history/060405_neolithic_dentist.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wisdom teeth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Sometimes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/animalworld/top10_vestigial_organs.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;useless features&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; stick around in a species simply because they're not doing much harm. But wisdom teeth weren't always a cash crop for oral surgeons. Long ago, they served as a useful third set of meat-mashing molars. But as our &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/060220_fish_brain.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brains grew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; our jawbone structure changed, leaving us with expensively overcrowded mouths. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;2. The World Laughs with You:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as watching someone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/060817_brain_boot.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; can &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/mysteries/061113_yawns.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;induce the behavior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; in yourself, recent evidence suggests that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/061212_contagious_laughter.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laughter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; is a social cue for mimicry. Hearing a laugh actually stimulates the brain region associated with facial movements. Mimicry plays an important role in social interaction. Cues like &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/mysteries/061024_sneeze_eyes.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sneezing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/060331_laughter_good.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laughing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/mysteries/061019_cry_humans.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and yawning may be ways of creating strong social bonds within a group. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;1. Your Skin Has Four Colors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All skin, without coloring, would appear creamy white. Near-surface &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/060619_synthetic_arteries.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blood vessels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; add a blush of red. A yellow pigment also tints the canvas. Lastly, sepia-toned melanin, created in response to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/top10_burning_questions.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ultraviolet rays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, appears black in large amounts. These four hues mix in different proportions to create the skin colors of all the peoples of Earth. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-3000163627441691073?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/3000163627441691073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=3000163627441691073&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3000163627441691073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3000163627441691073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/10/10-things-you-didnt-know-about-you.html' title='10 things you didnt know about you'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-1062186823599181450</id><published>2007-10-10T09:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T10:47:30.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My ABCs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ACCOMPLISHMENTS: Does confirmation in my office count?(ok ok, my car)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;BIRTHDAY: July 25th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;CONFUSED ABOUT: men, some kinds of friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;DRINK YOU LAST HAD: Smirnoff Ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: My elder sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;FAVORITE MUSIC/GROUP/BAND: Rock/Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;GOOD OR NAUGHTY: Both I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;HO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;METOWN: Otor-Owhe, Delta State&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;INSTRUMENT: Bass/Electric guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;JOB POSITION: Call Centre Agent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;KILLED SOMEONE: NEVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;LONGEST CAR RIDE: From Anambra(Onitsha) to Abuja(Naija)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: Vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;NUMBER OF PETS: none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ONE WISH: To run a successful business and be a social butterfly(too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;PERSON WHO YOU LAST TALKED TO: a passenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;QUIET OR LOUD: Loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;REASONS TO SMILE: God, Family, My job and my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;SINGLE: Yels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;TIME YOU WOKE UP: 5.20am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;UNDERWEAR: Uh huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;VIOLENT: On the Defensive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;WORST HABIT: Talking to myself in public( l look crazzzzyyyyy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD: Chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL: Puppies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ZODIAC SIGN: Leo&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/2825121108870949401-1062186823599181450?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/1062186823599181450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=1062186823599181450&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1062186823599181450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1062186823599181450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-abcs.html' title='My ABCs'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-8981849895684834619</id><published>2007-10-08T13:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T13:47:14.198+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology widens rich-poor gap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OIL has made us billions and fuelled our economic stability, but oil has also become the bane of our existence. For some, it is a curse that has caused poverty and corruption, but for others it is an essential source of untold wealth and power. But as the gap between rich and poor countries continues to expand, it is clear that intellectual capital and technology rule the world, and that natural resources such as oil, gold, and diamonds are no longer the primary determinants of wealth. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surprisingly, nations with few natural resources demonstrate greater economic growth rates than OPEC countries. Japan's economic growth, driven by technological superiority, outpaces that of Saudi Arabia; South Korea is growing faster than oil-rich Nigeria; and Taiwan's economy has moved well beyond that of oil-rich Venezuela. The United States and Norway are also rich in oil, yet their staggering economic growth comes from intellectual capital.&lt;br /&gt;In reality, it is not money but intellectual capital that drives prosperity. More important, perhaps, is the reality that poverty is driven and sustained by a lack of intellectual capital. The intimate relationship between intellectual capital and economic growth is as old as humanity itself, and is well illustrated by this parable from ancient Babylon (modern-day Iraq). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A man asked his children:&lt;br /&gt;"If you had a choice between the clay of wisdom or a bag of gold, which would you choose?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The bag of gold, the bag of gold"&lt;/em&gt; the naive children cried, not realising that wisdom had the potential to earn them many more bags of gold in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Seven thousand years later, Iraq - the cradle of civilisation - has its own private bag of gold as it sits perched atop the world's third largest oil reserves. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meanwhile, Israel, tucked away in the hostile terrain of a barren desert, has the clay of wisdom - the weightless wealth of intellectual capital embodied in the collective mind of its people. The striking economic gap that persists between rich and poor nations has increased sevenfold over the past century to what is now an all-time high. The accumulation of intellectual capital by rich nations has helped broaden this gap because it has enabled them to control technology and collect hidden taxes from less affluent nations. For instance, Nigeria pays a 40 per cent "royalty" tax on its petroleum revenues to foreign oil companies that are ripping out its family jewels - the huge store of wealth in its oilfields. These oilfields started forming when prehistoric, dog-sized humans - our common ancestor with the apes - walked African grasslands on four legs. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a shocking reality, but the deep oil reserves laid down by Mother Nature millions of years ago and nurtured through the millennia in Africa have been whittled away within decades. And, for the dubious privilege of surrendering its natural resources forever, Nigeria is required to pay half its petroleum revenue in the form of "royalties" to the rich kids on the global block, the United States and the Netherlands. That oilfield has been exchanged for a bowl of porridge, and the black gold that should serve the under-served in Nigeria is helping wealthy Westerners get wealthier. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, half the world's population - three billion people - live on an average of $500 a year. In contrast, Bill Gates earns $500 every second. By controlling technology and taxing computer users, Gates has become wealthier than each of the 70 poorest nations on earth and using his financial might has conquered more territory than Genghis Khan, Julius Caesar and Alexander the Great combined. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While Bill Gates is the new millennium's Prince of Technology, he is by no means the first to have taken on the huge potential offered by the realm of technology. The Romans used roads and military technology to expand their empire. And, for centuries, Britain ruled a quarter of the Earth due to its unparalleled ability to command maritime technology and conquer the Seven Seas. Britain undoubtedly established itself as the world's first superpower through its rapid and ruthless colonial expansion programme. The British raised the Union Jack over Canada and Australia, India and Hong Kong, Egypt and Kenya, and countless other countries - even the United States. The Union Jack cast its shadow in every global time zone, giving rise to the saying, "The sun never sets on the British Empire," a fact that was cold comfort to the colonised nations. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the same way, the United States has embraced its technological supremacy, both offensively and defensively, to build its own global empire without a physical presence in any of its "colonies." The sole remaining superpower is at the forefront of every major technological advancement, which it has used to become deeply embedded in three-quarters of the globe. The U.S. has accomplished a virtual economic colonisation manifesting its presence throughout the globe by harnessing the power of technology and capitalising on its clay of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Africa's inability to realise its potential and embrace technology has left it at the mercy of the West. The time has come for Africa to seize the day and resist the efforts of America and others to leave their imprint and plunder its natural resources. Numerous examples throughout history support the idea that technology can be used as a tool of oppression. And there's little doubt that America's technological advancement has allowed it to exploit natural resources around the world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is particularly evident in Africa, where the U.S. is exploiting oilfields beneath the pristine rainforest - and being rewarded with a 40-per cent tax at the expense of the African people. This lends credence to history's assertion that those who control technology oppress those who do not, eventually enslaving them and, finally, wielding power around the globe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by:&lt;br /&gt;Emeagwali, winner of the 1989 Gordon Bell Prize, the Nobel Prize of supercomputing, lives in the United States&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-8981849895684834619?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/8981849895684834619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=8981849895684834619&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/8981849895684834619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/8981849895684834619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/10/gap-between-rich-and-poor.html' title='Technology widens rich-poor gap'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-2589937738432555825</id><published>2007-10-05T15:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:47:58.949+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've just realized I'm so accustomed to posting articles written by others, and I'm wanting something a little original so here goes.... The website I got this excerpt from talked about what ladies should do, and as usual I found myself checking dat which I've done and not done and I'm forced to wonder do these dating rules REALLY help?? I agree there are general guidelines but in a bid to follow soooooo many rules, is the relationship not bound to suffer a lot of lapses?? do guys ACTUALLY follow dating rules? or are chics the only ones who bother themselves with how happy they are, want to be, how they can make their SO,s happy etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well, at the end of the day my own conclusion is that for MY relationship to succeed for me i'll make MY RULES. Of course they'd be inspired by others but the thing is manipulate them all to a way that you'd be happy at the end of the day.......of course attitude too goes a long way bcos when an individual male/female goes into relationships with a superior or an inferior attitude, then there's going to be a problem...but when there's mutual respect and consideration for the other party, hopefully you should end up just fine with d the rules you make...look out for yourself while looking out for the other...dat's one of my new rules....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/2825121108870949401-2589937738432555825?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/2589937738432555825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=2589937738432555825&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/2589937738432555825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/2589937738432555825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/10/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-3635271567429916203</id><published>2007-10-05T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:48:37.728+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Deadly Dating Sins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey bloggers look what I found.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dating world, there are certain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.ivillage.com/iwatch/0,,bnnbfpwm-1,00.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things you just don't do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Okay, to be fair, we all do them—but we wish there had been someone there to tell us not to! In this excerpt from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://products.ivillage.com/mrdr.php?url=http%3A%2F%2Fproducts.ivillage.com%2Fsearch.php%3Fform_keyword%3Dsex%2Bwith%2Byour%2Bex%2Band%2B69%2Bother%2Btempting%2Bthings&amp;amp;mode=ivg_ls_book/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex with Your Ex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;, Yvonne K. Fulbright, Ph.D. clearly lays out the seven biggest dating sins for all the world to see (and avoid). So next time that little voice in your head tells you to pull a When Harry Met Sally in bed tonight or check your ex's away message, you'll know better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. Never have sex with your ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The hard fact is that having sex with your ex-boyfriend, ex-husband, ex-partner, ex-one-night-stand, ex-whatever is playing with fire on too many levels for it ever to be the truly right thing to do. Strong feelings will resurface. You may long for him in ways that will surprise you. You may have to fight an overpowering lust. Powerful sex-triggered hormones in your body can make you think you're falling in love again. You will have amnesia about the reasons you're no longer together and be sucked into a fantasy of "happily ever after" this time. You will be tempted to think only of the good times, and you may even find yourself thinking about what could have been, what might still be ... stop that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. Never let him keep photos of you in your birthday suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter how you feel about newsstand porn, the thought of being the star of your very own birthday-suit shoot can be totally titillating. Plus its an opportunity to flirt with one cute photographer, especially if he helps you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://love.ivillage.com/lnssex/sextaboos/0,,traceycox_9h6btcrf,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strip down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; to your tan lines! Yet, in capturing the thrilling moment, make sure that you, and only you, have access to these rare glimpses of you in your "finest" form. While Mother Nature meant for you to be nude, society isn't in agreement with her on this one. And your actual mother might not like it too much either, should she stumble on your nudie pix on the Internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. Never use the toilet in front of your partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Some couples feel that they should be able to do and say anything in front of each other, even if it's not always so pretty. And it's true, with closeness in a relationship comes an ease and openness about certain things that early in a relationship you'd never dream of doing in front of your partner—using your menstrual heating pad, flossing, adjusting your thong along your butt crack, or picking at a pimple, for instance. However, most people would agree that there needs to be some sort of limit. This is especially true when it comes to using the loo. There are just some things you don't need to know about each other—or at least share—and the vision of doing a #2 tops the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. Never write your ex a letter letting him know "how you feel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;There is a reason they call them breakups, you know. You're breaking off and moving on—with an emphasis on the moving on part. Writing your ex a letter will get in the way of your moving on. In fact, if you cave at this point, after all of the work you've done in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://love.ivillage.com/lnsproblems/lnsbreakingup/0,,9t96sg8r,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;getting yourself to a better place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;, you'll probably reverse all the healing and progress you've made since breaking up. You'll relive all the pain, make yourself vulnerable to more pain by putting your heart out there unprotected, and you'll probably get caught in a roller-coaster ride of unrealistically high hopes and anguished disappointment. So don't do it. He's put you though enough. If it's mean to happen again, let him make the first move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. Never fake orgasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This one's worth repeating: Never fake orgasm—even if you think faking it is a selfless, compassionate act that will spare his feelings. All you do is deprive yourself of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://love.ivillage.com/lnssex/sexconcerns/0,,traceycox_bk6zsg75,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sexual fulfillment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; (if climaxing is your goal) and give him a false sense of rock-star status. Just think of how his ego will be blown if he ever finds out—and you thought you were doing it to make him feel good! In addition, every time you feign climax, you train your body to believe that the fake orgasm is all it's getting. In other words, you develop a habit that desensitizes you and makes it more difficult for you to attain orgasm for real. You end up settling in the sack. That's not the point of sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6. Never drop your girlfriends for your guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We've all had that girlfriend, the one who always seems to disappear when she has a boyfriend or significant other. She's MIA until the second they're on the rocks or done. Then guess who's calling you, crying on your shoulder, longing for support, wailing that she's doomed to be alone...until she finds the next one. If you find that you're guilty of being that kind of friend yourself, rethink whether any guy is worth the cost of abandoning your social circle. When you ditch your friends for your Romeo, you're creating a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.ivillage.com/love/tests/breakupwithfriend.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toxic, one-way friendship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;, and your friends are not obligated to stick around after you've dropped them. If you don't nurture your friendships the way you do your relationship, you may find yourself dumped by everyone the next time you have a breakup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7. Never keep your ex in your phone or on your buddy list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;After you drop his toothbrush in the toilet—oops!—the first thing you should do after a nasty breakup is to get him off your radar. Completely. That means removing his number from your cell phone, getting him off any speed dials, and bumping him off your buddy lists online. Why this draconian purging? If the relationship and breakup were intense and emotional, it can be hard to wash him out of your hair. For many people, getting rid of all contact info is an important part of healing and finally being able to move on. And if you still have feelings for your ex—good or bad—having that number or buddy user name available at the press of a button makes it all too easy to put off the healing that needs to be done with a call or message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-3635271567429916203?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/3635271567429916203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=3635271567429916203&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3635271567429916203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3635271567429916203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/10/seven-deadly-dating-sins.html' title='Seven Deadly Dating Sins'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-1422689803042332598</id><published>2007-10-02T09:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T09:47:43.202+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A woman's dilemma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_clMVkThNrU8/RwIBv_FLkaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JtTXY1d1nnY/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116654050544947618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_clMVkThNrU8/RwIBv_FLkaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JtTXY1d1nnY/s400/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found dis one funny......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The nice men are ugly.&lt;br /&gt;2. The handsome men are not nice.&lt;br /&gt;3. The handsome and nice men are gay.&lt;br /&gt;4. The handsome, nice and heterosexual men are married.&lt;br /&gt;5. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men, have no money.&lt;br /&gt;6. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men with money think we are only after their money.&lt;br /&gt;7. The handsome men without money are after our money.&lt;br /&gt;8. The handsome men, who are not so nice and somewhat heterosexual, don't think we are beautiful enough.&lt;br /&gt;9. The men who think we are beautiful, that are heterosexual, somewhat nice and have money, are cowards.&lt;br /&gt;10. The men who are somewhat handsome, somewhat nice and have some money and thank God are heterosexual, are shy and NEVER MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;11. The men who never make the first move, automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW ....WHO THE HELL UNDERSTANDS MEN??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's a woman's job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature intosomething you'd like to have dinner with....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-1422689803042332598?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/1422689803042332598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=1422689803042332598&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1422689803042332598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1422689803042332598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/10/womans-dilemma.html' title='A woman&apos;s dilemma...'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_clMVkThNrU8/RwIBv_FLkaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JtTXY1d1nnY/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-3585103458250113160</id><published>2007-09-28T11:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:41:49.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Borrowed from Catwalq</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Accent: Plain with a dash of American(sometimes o).........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Booze: Smirnoff Ice, Gordon Spark, Good Wine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chore I Hate: Spring cleaning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dogs/Cats: Puppies....I can get rid of dem as dogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essential electronics: A correct Mobile Phone, LCD TV, a Home Theatre sound system, a Laptop(with Internet of course!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Perfume: Givenchy, Evidence(for now)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gold/Silver: Platinum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hometown: Otor-Owhe, Isoko North, Delta State&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insomnia: Sometimes (I wonder why)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job title: Call Centre Agent (something more proffessional's in d makin)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kids: Love to.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living arrangements: Me own room in a house big enough to accomodate a family(good enough?)…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most admired trait: My friendliness, and pple like dat am easy to relate with and fun to be around!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number of sexual partners: Heeheehee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overnight hospital stays: There were lots as a child, d last was while I was in University......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phobia: Failure&lt;/strong&gt; , &lt;strong&gt;Humiliation of any kind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote: "Go back to winning isn't everything? Dat does not.........compute" ..movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Religion: Pentecostal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siblings: 3 Sisters!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time I usually awake: When I just&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;have&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to get out of bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unusual talent: Still trying to figure it out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vegetable I refuse to eat: I know of fruits and dats water melon(I hate d stuff)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst habit: Lazing around.....Just not doing anything(sigh!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X-rays: Been a while&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yummy foods I make: Indomie, Grains, and a few pots of soup( ;)) )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zodiac sign: Leo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-3585103458250113160?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/3585103458250113160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=3585103458250113160&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3585103458250113160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3585103458250113160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/09/borrowed-from-catwalq.html' title='Borrowed from Catwalq'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-2289230179858794062</id><published>2007-09-27T12:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T15:13:15.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting facts............</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Some are actually quite funny...moreso its alphabetically arranged (cute:-D)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A dime has 118 ridges around the edge. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cat has 32 muscles in each ear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A crocodile cannot stick out its tongue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A dragonfly has a life span of 24 hours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A "jiffy" is an actual unit of time for 1/100th of a second. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A shark is the only fish that can blink with both eyes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A snail can sleep for three years. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al Capone's business card said he was a used furniture dealer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All 50 states are listed across the top of the Lincoln Memorial on the back of the $5 bill. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almonds are a member of the peach family. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Babies are born without kneecaps. They don't appear until the child reaches 2 to 6 years of age. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cats have over one hundred vocal sounds. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dogs only have about 10. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dreamt" is the only English word that ends in the letters "mt".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 1865 is the only month in recorded history not to have a full moon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the last 4,000 years, no new animals have been domesticated. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If the population of China walked past you, in single file, the line would never end because of the rate of reproduction. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are an average American, in your whole life, you will spend an average of 6 months waiting at red lights. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci invented the scissors. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maine is the only state whose name is just one syllable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver, or purple. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a Canadian two dollar bill, the flag flying over the Parliament building is an American flag. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Stewardesses" is the longest word typed with only the left hand and "lollipop" with your right. The average person's left hand does 56% of the typing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cruise liner, QE2, moves only six inches for each gallon of diesel that it burns.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The microwave was invented after a researcher walked by a radar tube and a chocolate bar melted in his pocket. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sentence: "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" uses every letter of the alphabet. The winter of 1932 was so cold that Niagara Falls froze completely solid. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The words 'racecar,' 'kayak' and 'level' are the same whether they are read left to right or right to left (palindromes). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are 293 ways to make change for a dollar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are more chickens than people in the world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are only four words in the English language which end in "dous": tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are two words in the English language that have all five vowels in order: "abstemious" and "facetious." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's no Betty Rubble in the Flintstones Chewables Vitamins. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tigers have striped skin, not just striped fur. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters only on one row of the keyboard. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winston Churchill was born in a ladies' room during a dance in the USA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Women blink nearly twice as much as men. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your stomach has to produce a new layer of mucus every two weeks; otherwise it will digest itself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-2289230179858794062?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/2289230179858794062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=2289230179858794062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/2289230179858794062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/2289230179858794062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/09/interesting-facts.html' title='Interesting facts............'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-4978598084580690057</id><published>2007-09-27T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T11:34:26.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Well..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Can you imagine after composing a little write up blogger decided to screw me so instead of re-writing i just decided to put a collection of weird, funny stories. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homeowner Offers Burglar Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Suspect Wanted By Police&lt;br /&gt;POSTED: 8:45 am EDT September 24, 2007&lt;br /&gt;UPDATED: 3:24 pm EDT September 24, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAN ANTONIO -- A man said he had a heart-to-heart conversation with an armed burglar over a cup of coffee after he found him stealing his belongings from his home on Sept. 11, KSAT-TV in San Antonio reported.&lt;br /&gt;Steve Swanson said he found a man, whom police suspect is Armando Hernandez, stealing items from his home.&lt;br /&gt;"I said, 'What are you doing here?'" Swanson said. "He said, 'I'm taking your stuff, and it's too bad you showed up.'"&lt;br /&gt;Swanson said the man was carrying a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, but he didn't panic.&lt;br /&gt;"I said, 'You don't want to do this. First of all, if you harm me or kill me, I'm just going to go to heaven. You're going to go to prison forever,'" Swanson said.&lt;br /&gt;Swanson said he gave the burglar all the money in his wallet and offered to listen to his problems over breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;He said the man told him he couldn't pay his bills or afford to buy food for himself.&lt;br /&gt;Swanson said he ended their conversation with a prayer and a hug.&lt;br /&gt;He said he convinced the man to give him back two pillowcases full of stolen items.&lt;br /&gt;However, Swanson said, the burglar still got away with some of his wife's expensive jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;Swanson said he notified police only for insurance purposes.&lt;br /&gt;Swanson said he would have upheld his promise to let the thief go had he not taken the items.&lt;br /&gt;Swanson said he believes the men crossed paths for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;"I do believe God put us together and protected me," he said. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry no more my server's insane today......(sniff! sniff!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-4978598084580690057?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/4978598084580690057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=4978598084580690057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/4978598084580690057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/4978598084580690057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/09/well.html' title='Well..............'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-6248032094103567521</id><published>2007-09-07T13:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T14:06:11.962+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Joke for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wild Irish Ho's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;An Irish daughter had not been home for over five years. Upon her return, her father cursed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Where have ye been all this time? Why did ye not write to us, not even a line? Why didn't ye call? Can ye not understand what ye put yer old mum thru?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The girl, crying, replied, "Sniff, sniff... Dad... I became a prostitute..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Ye what!!? Out of here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgrace to this family."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"OK, Dad -- as ye wish. I just came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a ten bedroom mansion plus a savings certificate for $5 million."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"For me little brother, this gold Rolex and for ye daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside plus a membership to the country club... (takes a breath)... and an invitation for ye all to spend New Years' Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera , and..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Now what was it ye said ye had become?" says dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Girl, crying again, "Sniff, sniff....a prostitute dad! Sniff, sniff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Oh! Be Jesus! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said a Protestant. Come here and give yer old man a hug."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;har har har!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-6248032094103567521?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/6248032094103567521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=6248032094103567521&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/6248032094103567521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/6248032094103567521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-joke-for-today.html' title='My Joke for today'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-3623241979255822578</id><published>2007-09-06T13:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T15:02:43.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A peep into a man's[underwear] world</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Boxers versus Briefs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A comparative essay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Bruce McBaxter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, laugh all you want, but briefs have been my closest companions all these few decades of my life. There's nowhere I haven't gone without them—school, work, airplanes, the subway, stores, ferries, soccer pitches, ski hills, ocean-faring container ships, Wall Drug in South Dakota, a baptism dunk tank, Finland, traffic court, the great American wilderness, Grand Central Station, Tijuana. Even, occasionally, the swimming pool. I suspect you'd say the same for whatever you're wearing under your pants—assuming you're wearing anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underwear is one of the great human equalizers. That rich guy in the mansion on the hill? He wears underwear, just like you do. Of course his is made of pure silk woven with fine threads of real gold, but that's beside the point. He wears them. You wear them. You guys are simpatico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most men, that's about as complex as underwear gets. They're not something we think—or talk—much about. A non-scientific survey of the guys who live on my street reveals … nothing. I have no idea whether my male neighbors wear boxers or briefs—or the much-ballyhooed boxer-briefs, or thongs, or women's underwear—because the "Hi, how ya doin'? So whatchya got on under there?" line of casual questioning will likely lead to a slow backing away followed by an uncomfortable stare and the closing of doors and drapes when you later step outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the sensual relationship many women have with their undergarments, men don't spend a lot of time thinking about underwear. We find a brand and fit that work and we stick with it. If we spend time thinking about our underwear—because they're too tight or too loose or won't stay put—it's a bad day in Dodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even shopping for underwear is blasé. At the department store (have you noticed there isn't a Victoria's Secret retail equivalent for men?), where everything from silk to cotton to nylon undergarments available in various sizes, lengths, and stretches are available, men generally sneak up to the shelf containing their skivvies of choice, maybe hide them under the shirt they're thinking of buying as they walk around, and pay for them with as little conversation as possible. Put them in a bag and get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to briefs versus boxers, I suspect that most guys my age (37) went into adulthood wearing whatever style of underwear they were given right after potty training. This was probably the same style Dad wore all those years down in the coal mine. Perhaps because the Vietnam generation didn't have Eminem's drooping pants-waist as a cultural icon, the wearing of boxers was less of a fashion benchmark than it is today. I am vaguely aware of a switching-to-boxers revolution occurring in the mid-1990s, but by then I was out of college and well on the road to wherever it is I'm going. I didn't then, nor do I today, have frat brothers to impress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, after half a lifetime of wearing proud-to-be-me tighty whities, I recently gave traditional boxers a two-week test drive. My primary impetus was to get some relief during a summer heat wave. As the temperature crept over 85 (yep, that's a heat wave in Seattle), I felt a palpably greater degree of sweating and discomfort in the nether regions like never before. What I pined for was air—as in, circulation. As the mercury rose, those tight cotton briefs turned into fiberglass insulating foam. New thoughts into the nature of genital garmentation were born and I was suddenly on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some would correlate the personalities of briefs and boxers wearers to those of PC and Mac users, or those who prefer vanilla to double-fudge chunk rocky road, I say nay. It isn't that black and white. When it comes to choosing briefs, boxers, or the middle-ground boxer briefs, you have to take the whole package (pardon the pun) into account, which includes a fair evaluation of each of the four universally accepted Underwear Factors: Dribble, Dangle, Dazzle, and Double.Call me an "understudy" if you will, but here's what I learned during my two-week briefs re-evaluation. All garments sampled were of reputable quality and roughly the middle of the price range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dribble:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it—you don't always get every last little bit of drainage out of your system when standing at the urinal. The nice thing about close-fitting cotton briefs is that any liquid reserve that makes its way to freedom is nicely absorbed. With loose-fitting boxers, I found said reserve sometimes traveling down my pant leg. Nope, it's not a pretty image or feeling knowing you mildly pissed yourself and it may be showing. Sure, this could be chalked up to "operator error," but when you've spent a lifetime not knowing such a problem could exist, perhaps a grace period is permitted. Either way, this could be an ongoing problem—and those extra few second standing and shaking at the loo is time taken away from a Lost commercial break.Advantage: briefs and boxer briefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dangle:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons I—and I suspect it's true for many others—have stuck with briefs over the years is because of the snug feeling they give. Everything more or less feels held together. This is especially true where sports are concerned, but it's nice even for just regular old walking around (insert Elaine's Seinfeld quote here). For boxers adherents, I suspect the looseness is just as appealing. The preference may also have to do with natural endowment—either the need for more room or for "police line do not cross" style containment. Some claim that briefs reduce sperm count, but my two happy offspring that arrived all too easily seem to counter that argument.Advantage: three-way tie due to personal preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dazzle:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to prattle about aimlessly in my bare necessities, but in certain situations—say the locker room or the bedroom—if you want to avoid ridicule, even some gentle teasing from your significant other, briefs probably aren't the way to go. I can say for certain my wife likes the appearance of boxers far more than the other two options. And if I'm going to be the butt of a mysterious de-pantsing in public, I'd rather be left standing at the bus stop in something that resembles shorts over a slightly more materialized jock strap.Advantage: boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Double:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "double" I refer to is the roughly double amount of material one needs to stuff into his pants—and keep it there—while wearing boxers and boxer briefs. This was consistently the most frustrating aspect during my two-week underwear assessment. With briefs there's no worry. You put them on and for the most part they stay put. With loose-fitting boxers I had to keep tucking them in at the store, in the parking lot, at my son's preschool. I also found certain pairs of low-waisted jeans didn't want to stay on my waist while worn over boxers. This wasn't fun. And while boxer briefs are a tad less moveable by design than loose-fitting boxers, I encountered with them a different problem—they wanted to rise up my leg. I realize there are boxer designs out there that try to combat these migration issues, but I suspect this is a problem endemic to the anti-brief.Advantage: briefsAnd so, on the balance, this guy is sticking with briefs. I have a drawer full of boxers and boxer briefs now, so there may be times I'll wear something different—especially if the certain somebody in my life persists in smirking and calling my briefs tighty whities. But the mild ridicule is a good trade for not having to think about what's under my pants—and where it's creeping to next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-3623241979255822578?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/3623241979255822578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=3623241979255822578&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3623241979255822578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3623241979255822578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/09/peep-into-mansunderwear-world.html' title='A peep into a man&apos;s[underwear] world'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-7060514334589499690</id><published>2007-08-28T16:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T17:38:16.751+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so wild...............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Scorned Husband&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, June 26, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard of a story that was so comical but managed to send the right message across. Though it was jungle justice, I quite understand why laws were taken into certain hands and pray that people learn a thing or two from it. They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned but this time it was a case of hell hath no fury like a man’s dignity stolen from him! Apparently some man’s wife was having an affair with another woman’s husband. You might say, " Same old, same old! Yawn, yawn”. But ah ha, there is a twist to this one! When the man found out through the other man’s wife, as is usually the case, he called his own wife to order and cautioned her to stop her atrocious crime and she promised to keep her legs crossed to all and sundry except him. But much as the woman tried, Mr. Boyfriend would not let her be! He bombarded her with flowers, texts, money and what have you! So relentless was he in his pursuit that she fell prey to his advances finding it difficult to resist the allure of the so-called ‘forbidden fruit’. This time though, she was a lot more discreet but she obviously underestimated the tentacles of her husband who had both his eyes and ears to the ground this time around. No do, no do, when her husband found out yet again that she was still collecting ‘jara’ from her erstwhile lover, he decided, once and for all, to deal with the other party this time, man to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.burstnet.com/ads/ad6127a-map.cgi/ns/v=2.0S/sz=300x250A/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown to Mr. Boyfriend, the husband hired somebody to stalk him while he decided on how to deal with him. One fine evening, his spy tailed the guy to a hotel he had apparently booked for another rendezvous with his wife. The husband cross-checked at home and realized the wife was planning to go and visit her ‘aunty’. He feigned ignorance but noticed the glint in her eyes, which she was too euphoric anticipation of her forthcoming tryst to conceal. But like a man looking at the bigger picture, he swallowed his pride and took it all in his stride knowing his plan for that evening would bring her to her senses fast enough! Funny enough all along, and even up to this moment, he had no intention of leaving his wife and was ready to do literally anything to keep her. But after she got dressed ready to leave for her ‘aunt’s’, he picked a huge fight with her, seized her mobile phone, took the land phone out of the bedroom, locked her inside there, also locked the front door and even the gate then warned her that if she as much as even called for the maiguard, he would kill her on his return! Something told her he wasn’t joking so she wisely respected herself and did as instructed. That is another thing about adulterers. No matter how the secret affair is doing them gizz gizz, they know when to call themselves to order and she was not prepared to throw her marriage to the dogs no matter how sweet Mr. Boyfriend’s flavor was! If we dey cry make we see road! They call it last card check! You might ask how the husband found out about their rendezvous, but chill first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice to straying women, beware of your staff more so drivers, especially the long term ones! Apparently hubby was gathering potential information from the driver who was singing like a canary! Money talks. With his weapon of knowledge, he decided to kill the rat in his marriage once and for all! On getting to the venue for the ‘love fest’ (thanks to her driver), he proceeded with three of his friends to hotel room. The imprisoned wife had no way of reaching her lover to tell him the change of plans and besides, she was oblivious of her husband’s game plan. Little did she know the impending doom about to befall her sweetheart. And even if she did, was she going to uproot the burglary proof at the window in her bid to get out? She wrongly assumed her husband was acting on one of his jealous rages and understandably took it in her stride. She just felt if her lover did not hear from her he would know the coast is not clear and understand the unspoken rule in infidelity, which is once you do not hear from each other, you do not call because the silence in itself is a message. Anyway, the husband located the room number like a seasoned detective. A role he did not think he would ever play when he was blissfully saying ‘I do’. Ah! Life and it’s unending surprises huh? The things we do for love. Was he carrying a gun to the hotel you ask? Oh no! That is too conventional but I can a sure you the ‘weapon’ he used did a lot more damage! Besides, as it was not a Western movie, a gun was not appropriate though very tempting at the time I might add. His weapon, my dear, was in human form. You see, a few days before, hussy and his friends had painstakingly concocted a plan they knew would leave a dent in Mr. Boyfriend’s memory for the rest of his life! Apparently they searched and found a heavily built raging homosexual whose stature wasn’t the only thing gigantic about him! Catch my drift? Let’s just say he was the envy of many men who were relieved he was homosexual! Apparently as the Crown King of faggots, he had been known to initiate even the most unwilling members into his ‘world’. Don’t ask me how they located this specimen but when you are pushed to the wall you would be amazed at how fermented your mind can get. Since the matter on hand was a ‘d…. thing’ the scorned husband thought the best message to give his trespasser was to give him a taste of his own medicine only this time, through a different entrance! Getting the picture now? Hang on, story never finish, don’t rush me I beg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway with Crown King in tow, together with his friends, all five able bodied men headed for the culprit’s room. They had wisely gotten a waiter to escort them and asked him to knock on the door claiming to be Room Service, which is another thing for erstwhile lovers to watch out for! Don’t be so quick to open up as you never know who or what might be waiting for you on the other side! Yes, there was ‘room service’ quite all right but certainly not the kind he had in mind! When the waiter knocked, they all stepped out of view. Mr. Boyfriend whistled to the door (in a good mood naturally) and casually enquired who it was. As soon as he heard ‘room service’ he opened the door clad in a toweling robe as he’d just had a shower. Greatest mistake of his life! I must say he was ‘the whole nine yards’ kinda man. He wanted to make the most of the hotels’ services and spoil himself a little before devouring another man’s wife with glee. After all he paid for it and deserved his money’s worth not so? I’m sure he must have also done a few sit-ups for good measure as he had his ‘stud’ image to protect huh? But as soon as he saw his ‘guests’, he knew they were not there for a cup of coffee and ‘sweet sensation’ was not on the menu for that day! Even if the husband had second thoughts about his revenge, just seeing his wife’s lover semi-naked in a robe must have refueled his anger!! For one millisecond, Mr. Boyfriend must have closed his eyes and wished he was far far away from what was before him but alas reality brought him back to earth with ten angry eyes staring at him!! He realized his fatal mistake and made a futile attempt to shut the door but was overpowered by five irate men who imagined the same thing happening to their wives! (Minus Crown King of course, as women were obviously not his thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, nothing can fuel a man’s fire more than imagining another man on top of his jewel! Very few things top that on the list of ‘10 reasons to kill’ or what do you think? As soon as they barged in, they paid the waiter off and warned him not to tell a soul what he had just witnessed. Being a man and probably a married one, he nodded understandably. Of course by this time, Mr. Boyfriend was on his knees begging for mercy like his life depended on it. Which it did really! He wisely chose not to mention God in the scheme of things. In his mind he must have known that would not augur well considering the circumstances. Of course his pleas fell on deaf ears. He was a quivering mess with catarrh running down his nostrils unabashedly but at that point, I’m positive he did not give a flying toss about his looks and probably blamed it, albeit briefly, for putting him in this predicament. He was wailing like a village woman, dignity and decorum long forgotten. And nobody thought to take a camera? It would have made interesting viewing for later with some chilled beer for good measure. As soon as Crown King was given the go-ahead, the remaining four men pinned him down against the table while Mr. Boyfriend made his debut, albeit forcefully, into the world of sodomy! There was a lot of moaning and grunting as is the case with copulation, but something tells me it wasn’t one of pleasure as is the case with his punisher’s wife. During the ‘ritual’ the friends kept on telling him “That is what you get for sleeping with another man’s wife!" Only after the act, did the husband lean to him and say in the calmest whisper, “This is just a taste of what is to come should you touch my wife again!" I bet the message, though quietly said, was the loudest whisper Mr. Boyfriend had ever heard in his life! Rape is bad and horrible for women. It is emotionally wrenching and physically repulsive but it cannot hold a candle next to enforced sodomy. I can only imagine it would be tenfold for a man! Only a heterosexual man can fathom the excruciating pain, both mental and physical, of enforced sodomy more so initiated by a rival. But only a scorned husband would cause another man that kind of pain. He watched the victim cry bitter tears. He saw the shame in his eyes that far outweighed his physical pain and he felt vindicated knowing the guy has walked the same journey of anguish like he, the husband had walked in the past few months. Gone was the charm, gone was the wit, gone was the finesse that embodied Mr. Charming Personified. In its place was a beaten, broken man. Physically, emotionally and spiritually, he was destroyed in every sense of the word and all for what? Five minutes of pleasure or maximum 10/20 minutes on a good day? He just knelt down and covered his sore blood stained anus with his towel trying, albeit failing woefully, to salvage some form of respectability considering the circumstances. He could not even muster the strength to voice an apology to the scorned husband because his punishment had put paid to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in his wildest dreams did he expect what befell him. He must have thought he was beyond reproach otherwise why else would he still continue a relationship with a woman whose husband had not only found out, but had warned her about? Who was he going to report the case to now? What judge would give him a listening ear? Was he ready to go public with the rape charge? Was he ready to let the world know he had been sodomized and why? How was he going to explain his bleeding ‘used-to-be virgin’ backside to his wife at home? Would he be able to take a crap for the next few days? Those were questions that ran through my mind and I’m sure must have run through his mind in his sober moment of reflection. He crossed the line and paid a very high price. Now, most men might not go that far but you can never underestimate the wrath of a man when it comes to revenge. So you men out there thinking you are having one up on another man’s property, remember this story o! Be warned!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Culled from a website....from d date u can see it's an old story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-7060514334589499690?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/7060514334589499690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=7060514334589499690&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7060514334589499690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/7060514334589499690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-so-wild.html' title='This is so wild...............'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-9057448626485097072</id><published>2007-08-08T17:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T17:45:26.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercedes Brabus</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://rides.webshots.com/photo/2712448270035139950PLAugy"&gt;&lt;IMG alt=mercedes_s6000_brabus_06_manu-05 src="http://inlinethumb27.webshots.com/6554/2712448270035139950S425x425Q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;img width=0 height=0 style="visibility:hidden;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/counters/dBFII5RbVxUc8nBdc3bMDTvNxh8YPCZT0EgEosybDqohrkIwhO6ST46Rc-7H5hemfIX5Wtjs1xZkc-yZbPw0jzBkvmjJNY0qJtpy9yihBksO3P2K0UAn005_Wz7t1LZZ.tif" &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-9057448626485097072?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/9057448626485097072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=9057448626485097072&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/9057448626485097072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/9057448626485097072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/08/mercedes-brabus.html' title='Mercedes Brabus'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-1362906727108585430</id><published>2007-08-07T10:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T15:08:25.665+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaff</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hear a lot of the expression 'wheat and chaff' that chaff seems to be an apt topic for this post.... In guy issues(i.e relationships), there's(or there are?) a whole lot of chaff(time wasters, opportunists, etc) floating around and quite unfortunately, they seem to land on our turfs a little too often. What are they like really? They're expert camouflagers (right word?), and beautiful liars(i'd go into details but dis sort of says it all). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now, why am I saying all this? It's becos of a comment a friend of mine made...as friends, guys are FUUUUNNNN!!!! But as boyfriends(sigh!) chics have to put up with a lot of s***. A perfect example is d man dating(or claiming to date) someone i know(gossip :-p) he does nothing to show she means anything to him, waits for like a week, two or even more before resurfacing with flimsy excuses...of course one would scream 'chuck him out' and he will be too(if he's not out already), but the point I'm trying to make is that chaff seems to be in such abundance, they tend to outnumber the wheat...who by the time they surface, we tend to regard as chaff till after a while we realize, 'this just might be it'.. and it is becoming sooo depressing and discouraging encountering so much chaff and searching for(or waiting to be found by) the wheat...but, the wheat is out there, somewhere...and one woman's chaff is another's wheat..(lol). It's just a matter of time, patience and firmness in knowing what you DON'T want, and abiding by it................&lt;/span&gt;&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/2825121108870949401-1362906727108585430?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/1362906727108585430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=1362906727108585430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1362906727108585430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1362906727108585430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/08/chaff.html' title='Chaff'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-2474705268442523242</id><published>2007-08-01T09:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T15:47:46.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute To Guys.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok someone accused me of being a feminist which I admit I might be, but I decided to use my &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christian mind to appreciate guys today.........now, 98% of my friends are guys and I must confess dat each and everyone of them have been fun all the way......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys are expert secret keepers(at d same time expert gossips!), have fantastic senses of humor, are correct dancers, give really good advice, always seem to have one or two money making ideas, seem to know where to get what at good prices(how do dey do it?), know where and where to hang out at what time, easily confide in us as we do in dem, are DEAD patient with their chics when it comes to tolerating mood swings, tantrums, occasional sulking etc(sorry chics)......and d list goes on and on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Der's never a dull moment with guys(honestly)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So this goes out to ALL my guy friends today.......big ups to y'all, keep up d good work;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N.B might I add that this post is based solely on personal opinions and experiences OK????!!! So dont nobody go 'i disagree with you etc etc'.............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anoda NB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM STILL A FEMINIST!!!!(hahahahahahaha).............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-2474705268442523242?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/2474705268442523242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=2474705268442523242&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/2474705268442523242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Some days are so exciting and some days are absolutely slooooooooooooow....like d one am having now and its beginning to tell on my mood(although it really shouldn't)... for some strange reason its not just me dats bored...it seems to be everywhere... so am just curious: what do you do on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;slow days? and how can u make it more exciting[for u at least]?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;for someone like me i fiddle with the web and try to meet new people(depending on who sparks my interest), make a few calls, listen to music etc but i find even dat can be tiresome...so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL DO YOU DO WITH A SLOW DAY????!!!&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/2825121108870949401-3078309645256044790?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/3078309645256044790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=3078309645256044790&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3078309645256044790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3078309645256044790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/07/slow-days.html' title='slow days'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-1460178842574078579</id><published>2007-07-19T12:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T12:49:30.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you remember?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;I joined this website called meetnigerians.net and der are so many clubs there with funny names for people with different interests..some topics are quite hilarious, others are like yuck! Anyyyyyyway one particular club called dreamlove asked me a question and i decided to ask you......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Can you remember the SILLIEST question you've ever been asked? By who, where and when? Feel free to share it with us (if u care :D.......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-1460178842574078579?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/1460178842574078579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=1460178842574078579&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1460178842574078579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1460178842574078579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/07/can-you-remember.html' title='Can you remember?'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-3135956373738848170</id><published>2007-07-18T14:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T14:43:02.554+01:00</updated><title type='text'>this i nearly fell off my chair laughing over....dont know wats wrong with d damn video</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;Jul 17 - Visitors to a German zoo can visit a pair of rare animals who are half lion, half tiger -otherwise known as ligers.&lt;br /&gt;The 17-year old animals are the result of a love affair between a female tiger and a male lion who were kept in the same enclosure.&lt;br /&gt;The two ligers live in "Noah's Ark" zoo on Germany's Baltic coast. The zoo says the animals are so rare, that only two other ligers exist in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Joanna Partridge reports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;Hope u guys can see dat crazy pic(lmao)............since d pic can't display visit dis link: &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/news/video/videoStory?videoId=60855"&gt;http://www.reuters.com/news/video/videoStory?videoId=60855&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-3135956373738848170?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/3135956373738848170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=3135956373738848170&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3135956373738848170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3135956373738848170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-i-nearly-fell-off-my-chair.html' title='this i nearly fell off my chair laughing over....dont know wats wrong with d damn video'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-203031373199185206</id><published>2007-07-18T12:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T15:38:15.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm................</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My previous post, I stole from a forum cos I liked all it said about what a woman should be able to do and all that and couldnt help a mental comparison between myself and this&lt;/em&gt; 'ideal woman[so to speak]'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First of , I dont have a screw driver and a cordless drill but i do have a black lacy bra(lol)....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secondly, I dont have a drop dead gorgeous outfit should d president or perfect date expect me in an hour......neida do i have to money to move into an apartment of my own should d need arise.........men being d pigs dey are sometimes(pardon me guys) tend to ruin d friendships as dey ruin relationships(guys pls note i said &lt;/em&gt;sometimes&lt;em&gt;) so when we break up, there's nothing left....and my childhood though gone &lt;/em&gt;can never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the hell am I going with all this u might ask....... this is just few of the numerous things women 'are supposed to have' but in stark reality do not...it doesn't make us less women. Yes we should strive to be attain all those(or should we?) but at the end of the day.......we are who we are:special, intelligent, gentle,beautiful etc.......and it is unchanged by whether or not we've met d criteria given below...dont get me wrong am not encouraging laziness, sloppiness, or plain stupidity.....but I am saying do not flog yerself or rate urself below average at any time for any reason despite whatever circumstance might be dictating at dat time.... aiight? ;) oo and guys.....this applies to u too &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;:-p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2825121108870949401-203031373199185206?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/203031373199185206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=203031373199185206&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/203031373199185206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/203031373199185206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm................'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-8767936842271040211</id><published>2007-07-17T16:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:42:15.938+01:00</updated><title type='text'>for da ladies..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to... . something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; .. a youth she's content to leave behind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; . a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; . a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;/strong&gt; one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; . a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; . eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .&lt;/strong&gt; a feeling of control over her destiny... .. how to fall in love without losing herself.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW&lt;/strong&gt;... how to quit a job , break up with a lover, and confront a friend without; ruining the friendship... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW&lt;/strong&gt;... when to try harder... and &lt;strong&gt;WHEN TO WALK AWAY&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW&lt;/strong&gt;... that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW&lt;/strong&gt;... that her childhood may not have been perfect...but its over... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW&lt;/strong&gt;... what she would and wouldn't do for love or more... &lt;strong&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW&lt;/strong&gt;... how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW&lt;/strong&gt;.. whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally..... where to go... be it to her best friend's kitchen table... or a charming inn in the woods... when her soul needs soothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW&lt;/strong&gt;... what she can and can't accomplish in a day... a month...and a year... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-8767936842271040211?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/8767936842271040211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=8767936842271040211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/8767936842271040211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/8767936842271040211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-da-ladies.html' title='for da ladies..............'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-1849178500388065788</id><published>2007-07-17T16:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:18:51.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I found dis funny!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Love Word:&lt;br /&gt;After 6 weeks: I looo-ve you, I love you, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months: Of course, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years: GOD, if I didn't love you, then why did I marry you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back from Work:&lt;br /&gt;After 6 weeks: Honey, I'm home!&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months: I'm BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years: Have you cooked yet?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phone Ringing:&lt;br /&gt;After 6 weeks: Baby, somebody wants you on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months: Here, it's for you.&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years: ANSWER THE PHONE DAM*T!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cooking:&lt;br /&gt;After 6 weeks: I never knew food could taste so good!&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months: What are we having for dinner tonight?&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years:  EBA AGAIN??&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;New Dress:&lt;br /&gt;After 6 weeks: Wow, you look like an angel in that dress.&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months: You bought a new dress again?&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years: How much did THAT cost me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TV:&lt;br /&gt;After 6 weeks: Baby, what would you like us to watch tonight?&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months: I like this movie.&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years: I'm going to watch PIRATES play, if you're not in the&lt;br /&gt;mood, go to bed, I can stay up by myself!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making LOVe:&lt;br /&gt;After 6 weeks: Baby, I want you tonight?&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months: Lets make another baby, my mother just called!!!&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years: Please MOVE over to your side, I'm suffocating here!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-1849178500388065788?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/1849178500388065788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=1849178500388065788&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1849178500388065788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/1849178500388065788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-found-dis-funny.html' title='I found dis funny!!!!'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-3382532475696206324</id><published>2007-07-16T09:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T09:16:46.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'L'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When driving, people tend to avoid drivers with the 'L' sign dangling behind and before them bcos of it's meaning....Learner!!! I drove myself to Onikan to do my hair on Saturday and I was &lt;em&gt;ALONE!!! &lt;/em&gt;I had no L sign dangling on my car, but am sure other drivers must have guessed I was a learner, or they felt I stole my father or boyfriend's car to play with because people kept horning and horning...it got so bad I pulled up my windows, put on my car radio to almost max volume and put on my a/c just to avoid hearing noises.....miraculously, I drove to Onikan and back. My point? I'm proud of myself not because I was crawling on the road i.e driving at snail speed, and I took a few wrong turns, but am glad I dint bash, dent, or even scratch anyone else's car because I entered enough holes......I guess I have the near free road that day to thank for that. My next target is the mainland, my liver cut at the thought of driving to work alone... for now anyway!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2825121108870949401-3382532475696206324?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/3382532475696206324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=3382532475696206324&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3382532475696206324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/3382532475696206324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/07/l.html' title='&apos;L&apos;'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825121108870949401.post-5372946758009071776</id><published>2007-07-13T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T16:42:52.232+01:00</updated><title type='text'>an acquirer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330033;"&gt;My elder sister called me an acquirer and am starting to think dat may be true..... as in, i have accounts in yahoo, hotmail, gmail, am on hi5, am on tagged, am on tubely, am on ndl, i even forget my passwords and noooooooooooww..........i just joined dis one. I was initially reluctant about opening dis account because hell, wat am i going to say...i mean am used to reading stuff but &lt;em&gt;writing&lt;/em&gt;? Hmm.... but here I am. Hope I can maintain dis account successfully(wish me luck)!&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/2825121108870949401-5372946758009071776?l=onomeov.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/feeds/5372946758009071776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2825121108870949401&amp;postID=5372946758009071776&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/5372946758009071776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825121108870949401/posts/default/5372946758009071776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onomeov.blogspot.com/2007/07/acquirer.html' title='an acquirer'/><author><name>Onome</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06075411016505181183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wvy601B39Hg/TbM5T1RLJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mooMca47ZnY/s220/Money.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
