<?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-4998452757464314719</id><updated>2012-01-31T01:08:45.661+01:00</updated><title type='text'>temmytayo212</title><subtitle type='html'>My random musings. Posting may not be frequent. I blog as the spirit leads. I am going to love this blog more than the former one for fear of losing it again.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-7975627557448586215</id><published>2010-10-20T22:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:22:13.128+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny How Time Flies......</title><content type='html'>I appreciate everyone that stopped by to encourage me. You guys are the reason I am back here today(red face and blushing). I am really trying to get my groove back on. Thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,Monday the 18th marked 3 years that I started that journey called marriage with my boo. It has been 3 years of fun, fights, arguments,he has made me cry, he has made me consider snuffing the life out of him via pillow suffocation some times. Well, I guess this is what marriage is all about. Learning to live with and accommodate each other's weaknesses and even strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart I know that another man wouldn't do it for me...I LOVE MY HUSBAND! But why cant men just understand what women want. Why cant they just get it that we are supposedly the weaker sex and we need to get away with some things. for me i find it totally annoying and frustrating when my husband wants to hang out on a Friday night. I don't like going out and i;d rather we both stay at home. he is the opposite and maing him stay at home is like getting out 2 year old to pound yam! He becomes restless and it pisses me off. Truth be told,I thought I was going to get over it but no it still annoys me any Friday he decides to rebel by hanging out. Am i being unfair? IS he not supposed to be doing what makes me happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before marriage, I was so scared of pre marital sex mainly because I had this nagging thought that I was going to get pregnant and then my parents would kill me! That thought followed me through my Uni days and you can bet i lost a few relatiosnhips due to my stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember vividly that on my wedding night, i told myself that now that i have been given the certificate to let go I was going to make up for the lost years(lol)&lt;br /&gt;But hey I am yet to fulfill that fantasy. I get too tired after work to even think of sex which is damn right annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make matters worse little Temmy sleeps right on our bed and in the middle. He has perfected his sleeping position so excellently that if his dad tries to cross over him to my side of the bed he springs up like and athlete. I just wonder if      the boy sleeps at all, he couldn't be pretending to be sleeping now abi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been advised to bounce him from our room but hey...I am so attached to him and i am so confused. ever heard of being in love with two men? I guess that is my dilemma. Help!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-7975627557448586215?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/7975627557448586215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=7975627557448586215' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7975627557448586215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7975627557448586215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2010/10/funny-how-time-flies.html' title='Funny How Time Flies......'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-6962833832274522150</id><published>2010-10-12T20:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T20:29:27.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Can't Get The Vibes....</title><content type='html'>I promised myself and a few friends that I was gong to start bogging again,i think i made that promise under duress oh! It has been one hell of a week,trying to juggle being a mother, a wife, well plus being a slave for the Lagos State Govt too. It is not fun cos i am not a super woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute,I get the idea of what to blog about and the next minute you hear little Temmy screaming ''mommy'' I want food! Just as that is being settled, its my phone ringing or a text message to remind that I should be at work early for a meeting. Urgh! Not forgetting the fact that the Mr doesn't get enough attention like he used to. Now that is story for another day.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,I am officially totally random jare. I think the best thing I have done to this blog is to even put a few things down today, I am hoping the vibes would come back quickly. I miss blogging and I miss blog world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-6962833832274522150?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/6962833832274522150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=6962833832274522150' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6962833832274522150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6962833832274522150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-still-cant-get-vibes.html' title='I Still Can&apos;t Get The Vibes....'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-98166448847345196</id><published>2009-12-27T17:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T17:30:54.782+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things No One Told Me About Marriage...</title><content type='html'>Five, 10, 15 years ago, it was all white lace and promises. You were young(not necessarily these days), dewy—and a little bit dumb. Who knew about all the things you would find out later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I’ve been married for 2 years, I’ve been elected to dig up some of the truths about married life. I had some ideas of my own, but I also polled a bunch of my long-married friends. They told me that over the years, their eyes had been opened—and it has not always been pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Weird in-laws get even weirder over time. And your kids will inevitably inherit some of the traits of your weird in-laws. Got a nonstop talker? An attention hound? It’s probably not hard to figure out who she takes after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your hubby may be a great guy, but beware: Once he slips that ring on your finger, you’ve adopted his family—not just the immediate family, but every long lost cousin too. That’s a lot of people who could show up uninvited for Thanksgiving dinner or ask for a loan (“just until payday”). Even the ones that thinks asking you for your car for two days should go down well with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Though he never snored before, he might after you’re hitched. Take a tip from a couple I know, and to solve this problem rather than fight non stop just buy ear plugs or kuku remove your own ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There are two schools of thought on birthdays: the “it’s not a big deal” school and the “yay for meee!” school. The former gets a card. The latter celebrates the Season of the Birthday, which can go on for quite a long time, like Chanukah or Advent. Figure out which one you’re married to, and be ready. I am lucky that mine remembers my birthday and he tries to make the day extra special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It’s better to keep listening to those stories and laughing at those jokes rather than remind him he’s told them to you a million times (this from a 41-year veteran of listening to old stories). Life is short, even though those stories aren’t. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Yes, you can go to bed angry. You may hate him at that moment, but no one really deserves the backache you get from sleeping on the couch. If you were married to my husband I can assure he'd forget that you are not even in bed with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We all do stuff differently. You may be married to one of those guys who thinks that the way to wash dishes is to (gack!) soak them in a sudsy sinkful of water, then rinse them off. If this isn’t your way, it’s not worth arguing about it. Just be glad he’s doing the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your husband really doesn’t remember your clothes. If you call attention to anything new, you’re a fooling your self...let's say he'll stare blankly into space and then nod his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It is amazing how many disagreements, crummy moods and disappointments can be temporarily glossed over with a plate of good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you on the same page about the empty nest? If he loves the idea of moving to Lekki for the serenity and the early-bird special and you’re all about the mainland so you won't miss your hair appointment at Bobby's or Make Me then  you’re in trouble. Either that or you’ve got to do what you’ve done so many times already: compromise. Move to Lekki and get stuck in traffic daily then you'd complain afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, all said above doesnt necessarily apply to Temmytayo but I am sure we can all relate. Happy New year in advance peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-98166448847345196?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/98166448847345196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=98166448847345196' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/98166448847345196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/98166448847345196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-things-no-one-told-me-about-marriage.html' title='10 Things No One Told Me About Marriage...'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-8999875084003989117</id><published>2009-12-23T23:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:24:23.995+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Something Nice ....MEME!</title><content type='html'>Hee hee, I was jejely blog hopping since I do not have anything to blog about. So, i hopped into SOLLOMONSYDELLE's blog and there i caught the bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Name 5 bloggers&lt;br /&gt;2.Say something nice about each of them&lt;br /&gt;3.Tag them by linking to them in your meme, and visiting their blog to announce that they have been tagged&lt;br /&gt;4.Those tagged, cannot repeat any of the bloggers mentioned by the person who tagged them (sorry, that way more bloggers can get mentioned and not just the same popular ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bimbylads&lt;/strong&gt;: this babe na omo pupa otherwise known as yellow paw paw. We met years back in the blog world only for us to jam again at a wedding where we rocked our selves to stupor. Can I forget, how much fun I had going for her wedding, or the day we hung out at the west end with other bloggers....her craze nature just came out in one word. Love,this babe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PrincessYayi&lt;/strong&gt;: this one na original monkey.We grew up together, I initiated her into the world of blogging. We have shared so many highs as well as low times but in all she has remained true to herself and true to friendship. Her blog shows the madness that runs in her blood. Love u half way monkey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life Of A Stranger Called Me&lt;/strong&gt;: a fantastic blogger that doesn't hide her love for God. She can go to any extent to let the whole world know about who she serves. Her posts always reminds me about the awesomeness of God...Love u plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vera Ezimora:&lt;/strong&gt; Vera as we all know is fantastic as well as extremely funny/naughty. I DO NOT LIKE her and she knows. I can't remember the last time she called me tho I have never been able to understand why we get along so well. We have never seen but when we talk or when i read her posts...it is as if I have known her all my life. 3 gbosas for you Vera!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soul:&lt;/strong&gt;Soulful soul....all the poems....I miss her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the tagging continueeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-8999875084003989117?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/8999875084003989117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=8999875084003989117' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/8999875084003989117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/8999875084003989117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/12/say-something-nice-meme.html' title='Say Something Nice ....MEME!'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-373409411047448365</id><published>2009-12-12T09:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:46:26.718+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha, My nipples hurt!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, seriously they hurt. And that is no thanks to little temmy that can not go to sleep without twitching and pressing and turning my nipples. I wonder where he got that nasty habit from. Now he has even graduated into the level of wanting and ''trying'' this act in public places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week in church, the boy was trying to sleep and before you can say ''jack'' he don dey rub my breast through my blouse. Imagine!! I looked round before slapping that his tiny hand away...kai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His modus operandi once it's time to sleep is to balance on my chest as he never slept in his cot for one day, then start pressing and pulling and tugging and whenever i wince in pain...he smiles or sometimes laugh out loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when he wakes up in the middle of the night to look for breast to lull him back to sleep. Once he moves to his dad and realises that there is no mound there, his eyes will snap open in 1 sec to look for the original. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help, before I become nipple less oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, yours truly added another year on the 2nd of this month. Now I really feel old. I know I am moving closer to 40 by the minute even if i still have 9 years to do that. I know that this may sound so ''not right'' but hey it is my opinion and it is my blog.lol.. Why do single girls rush and nearly want to kill themselves to get married? Fine, marriage is fun with the right person but the RESPONSIBILITY......dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so scary to know that I have to take care of two boys. Both dying for attention at the same time, one wants milk at the same time the other wants food. Hey, i am not an octopus. Just one child and i am complaining. Women with 3 or more abeg how do you do it. I am planning an all by myself retreat early next year. I need to find myself again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-373409411047448365?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/373409411047448365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=373409411047448365' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/373409411047448365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/373409411047448365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/12/ha-my-nipples-hurt.html' title='Ha, My nipples hurt!'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-5930778008434777758</id><published>2009-11-20T20:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:30:15.025+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If you caught your husband and maid in the act.....</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May I state clearly here that I DID NOT CATCH MY HUSBAND WITH OUR MAID O.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this article in the Vanguard Newspaper of today the 20th of November(I had to quote the date for the doubting Thomases to confirm)lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehen jare, the article of course caught my attention and I thought it would be fun to know the opinions of blogville!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I should be the first to comment sef:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I don't think I'd employ a maid that will be so grown enough to catch my boo's attention. And i am talking of big boobies(pardon my french), extremely humongous backside and a figure to die for. Isn't that just like leaving fire on my roof over night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If after scaling first hurdle, he still decided to taste out of her porridge(using Nkenna Naija's rep in BB Revolution's words) then 2 things will surely happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will skin the maid alive. She needs the mark to serve as a lesson to her generation yet unborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will cut off boo's ''thing''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I admit that may be a little mean but mehn, are there really men out there that will sleep with the maid and then jump on madam later same day? They sure suck and should roast in hell fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-5930778008434777758?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/5930778008434777758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=5930778008434777758' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/5930778008434777758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/5930778008434777758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-caught-your-husband-and-maid-in.html' title='If you caught your husband and maid in the act.....'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-4206414849858257280</id><published>2009-11-15T17:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:01:46.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomz Part 6</title><content type='html'>Peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so confused. And to imagine I am confused over what to wear for a parry???? My brother in law's introduction is this coming weekend and I have no flipping idea what to wear. I was gonna do my ankara dress which of cos is a design out of this world only for the bride's family to decide that we have to use ''gele'' and the colour is turquoise blue! My ankara is pink and black and it doesn't even blend! Why do they have to do this to me? Why? Abeg does anybody know any other colour I can mix with the turquoise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, thinking about what the Super Eagles put me through just before Mozambique handed us the ticket to the World cup is another thing. I nearly had high blood pressure. Was screaming along with the Nigerian coach..You would have thought the boys can actually hear me from the comfort of my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I type this the under 17 Nigerian boys wants me to have heart attack. Playing rubbish eesh. Can someborry wake lil Temmy up please.....he has been sleeping for about 3 hours now and it is 8pm. No sleep tonite that is but God knows that is for his dad because I am so going to turn my back on the two of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To more interesting news,remember my friend that was in an abusive relationship? I bless God for separating them and oh well Nigeria just lost to Switzerland so I may have to sign off here. Sob Sob....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-4206414849858257280?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/4206414849858257280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=4206414849858257280' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4206414849858257280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4206414849858257280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/11/randomz-part-6.html' title='Randomz Part 6'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-2265164454800971616</id><published>2009-11-06T21:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:19:33.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty By Nature</title><content type='html'>Hee hee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I believe I am a naughty girl.I have done so many naughty things this week that even me, dey shocked at myself.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week, I woke up with a terrible cold, sneezing so badly that I was so sure my lungs might come out. How did the cold even start sef. My maid started coughing like a cat and I kinda immediately gave her medication as she will the one taking care of lil Temmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you can say Jack, Lil Temmy has started sneezing and since he believs that the best way to show me love is to either kiss me(which most times is laced with saliva) or sneeze/cough right in my face/mouth. And before you know it I caught the bug too. And for me, once I am down with cold, it must take it course of a week or so no matter what medication I use. But then I love the effect ''actifed'' has on me. It makes me float in between consciousness and unconsciousness, I swear it makes me happy.lol&lt;br /&gt;So I took actifed and was totally knocked out, by morning I was still feeling weak and drowsy but I had to go work. Got to the office and was feeling mad sleepy and weak. I had to think of the best excuse to get off work, and as you all know that God blessed me with a functioning brain now: it only took me 10 minutes to perfect what my plan was gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan A: Look for a dust filled area and inhale dust which will definitely trigger the cattarh. Luck being on my side, I didnt need to do that at all as the office cleaner just chose that moment to dust the cabinets. Oh my, I stood by to inhale as much as possible. And the sneezing started.....I sneezed so hard that i was sure my lungs were gonna pop out. Walked to my Manager's office still sneezing so hard. He didnt bother to ask me anything he just said " go home''. I am so sure the guy thot i just caught swine flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did another naugty one....i sent a text to my hubby to say that I did home pregnancy test and it was positive! I am still not sure how boo managed to get back home in one peace,wether he walked on his head or he flew home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept a straight face all through the questioning phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boo: How did this happen, I thought I erm we have been very careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temmy:(keeping a straight face) I don't know oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo: But, we always use protection now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temmy:(about to laugh now but had to cover up with a cough) Yeah I know but things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, enough gist cos I know he will kill me if he ever sees this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, me thinking I was very smart kept the strip that I used for the test hoping that he won't ask to see it. I don forget say na lawyer I marry. I dunno why lawyers have a knack for wanting to know everything sha. You need to see the way he interrogates me atimes and I wonder if he thinks he is in court or something. Sometimes I bless God that he doesn't even do litigation because I doubt if I can ever get away with any ''white'' lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehen, as I was saying he saw the strip where I hid it and the cat was let out of the bag but for me the best moment was when he sat down to question me. His expression will remain classic and priceless till kingdom come.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the typo peeps. I honestly cant find the icon that does the spell check and yours truly can't be bothered....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-2265164454800971616?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/2265164454800971616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=2265164454800971616' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2265164454800971616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2265164454800971616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/11/naughty-by-nature.html' title='Naughty By Nature'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-6428014723058414994</id><published>2009-10-31T09:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:28:34.967+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing and Telling.....we all do it!</title><content type='html'>I am just a dry babe at the moment. I get too tired from work so bad that I just eat &lt;br /&gt;and sleep off. I love my blog but my brain isn't even giving me the slightest clue as to what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Then someone graciously tagged me and I thought to myself just blog about this joo and stop being lazy. Life is all about variety now, so we shall deviate from the normal gbeborun and just deal with this....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.My last kiss......was with my boo and little boo (his was filled with saliva and dribble tho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am listening to.......sonny with a chance on Disney Network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I talk........a lot. At home, with friends and most importantly with boo. I am sure sometimes he wishes I can just go mute. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love.......God, me, boo, my son and of cos anyone reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My best friends .....they know themselves now abi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My first real kiss........was in Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Love is..........from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Marriage is........a job but love makes it easier in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Somewhere, someone is thinking..........I am going to give Temmytayo a million naira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'll always be grateful for..........what God has brought me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The last time I really cried was because...........I didn't have a job and i was tired of staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My cell phone.........is a blackberry. Hee Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When I wake up in the morning............I first say a word of prayer then study my bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Before I go to bed.......... I shower, pray and count sheep before sleeping off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Right now I am thinking about..........stopping this and getting ready to go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Babies are..........God’s gift. We should handle with great care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I go on face book everyday.........i look out for new pictures really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Today I..........will be going to the gym. Make lunch and then read some books I have been trying to read since Jan last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Tomorrow I will be........in church for 7 am, come back home and sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I really want to be........what God has planned for me to be. He is not done with me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Someone that will most likely re post this is.....all of you now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-6428014723058414994?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/6428014723058414994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=6428014723058414994' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6428014723058414994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6428014723058414994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-just-dry-babe-at-moment.html' title='Kissing and Telling.....we all do it!'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-2836543243654990714</id><published>2009-10-18T15:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:09:20.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years today, I am grateful to God.</title><content type='html'>Funny how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is exactly two years today that I have been living with and loving my boo. Marriage is a good experience when the hand of the Lord is in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I remember how much I badly wanted to marry my Ex. Peeps that are familiar with my tales will surely remember how I cried, wailed, sobbed and did all sorts when  Ex decided to throw away the 5 years we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut it all short, I bless God for the 2nd of April 2007 when I spoke with boo for the first time and couldn't get over his ''voice''. I guess I became hooked on that voice since then. Ours was like a fairy tale. We met and married under 6 months and till today I bless God that I did allow myself to listen to God and not my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been the perfect wife but God gave me a man that sees my weakness and still chose to be my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you boo! Luv, luv and luv you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-2836543243654990714?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/2836543243654990714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=2836543243654990714' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2836543243654990714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2836543243654990714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-years-today-i-am-grateful-to-god.html' title='2 years today, I am grateful to God.'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-2182604087321882750</id><published>2009-10-13T19:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:52:01.184+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10 questions for the single and married.....</title><content type='html'>To everyone that did me the honours of passing through this page to congratulate me.... I appreciate thee. Ese pupo, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training isn't so much fun at the moment joo but I can't possibly complain now. I shall let you know as things unfold in my new environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the questions, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why do single girls feel or think that married men are their best choice when it comes to boyfriends or future husbands. I personally think that a man that hides you from his wife and tells you in confidence that he doesn't love his wife anymore but you is only a lying bastard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why do we enjoy criticizing other peoples decisions about their life partners. How is it our business if Miss O decides to marry Mr A because he is from a comfy home? Shebi na their cup of tea be that now. Trust someborry like me I must talk oh. But I have changed sha,now I will wait till they start to beat themselves before I now say ''shebi I told you''. May God forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why does it come easy to people to just believe that marriage will bring an end to loneliness? Kai, it doesn't work like that. I have this friend that feels that she is lonely now cos she is not married. I know and i have heard of married people that hardly talk to one another. If you find it difficult to relate with people in your single state then being married wont make any difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why does it become so difficult in abusive relationships either mental or physical feel they wont find happiness again by leaving the scums battering them? Na by force? Is it until the man beats the daylight out of her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Why does letting go of our body weight come easy to married women, especially after the first child. I am sure that a lot of women actually notice that they pile on weight in the stomach area. I am so guilty of this, initially i was bothered and i started exercise but now I have relaxed and my tummy looks as if i will be popping soon! Imagine if i was single, would i have allowed that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Does being ''happily married'' makes anyone the judge and lord of someone else's marriage? This brings me to my Uncle B who feels that every man must behave like him to have a good marriage. Just beacuse he cheats on my aunt bit he settles her big time with cars, trips abroad and what ever she desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Why is it so difficult to move an after a breakup? I mean......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Why do we all want to use blackberry? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Why did i choose to blog about this sef by the way. Maybe writers block is affecting moi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thank God I made it up to 10. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-2182604087321882750?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/2182604087321882750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=2182604087321882750' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2182604087321882750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2182604087321882750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-questions-for-single-and-married.html' title='10 questions for the single and married.....'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-4254204624931141202</id><published>2009-10-09T17:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:11:23.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'>He never fails, it may tarry but it shall surely come to pass....</title><content type='html'>Chei,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shebi y'all know that i have been job hunting for a while now right? God has done it at last. After 6 months of staying at home my God surprised me in a way that I am yet to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past months i have gone for interviews and when i say interviews I mean INTERVIEWS! From 1st stage to 3rd stage and yet nothing to show for it.Lol.  Dropped CV with practically every body in Lagos and I was even duped once by one silly recruitment agency like that oh. Hee(what pple will do for 419 in Naija is amazing). Thunder will fire the yansh of the owner of that agency, can I hear somebody say amen please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehen, as I was saying jare. Last Saturday my boo just told me he was  gonna take my CV to someone in church on Sunday so I thot ok why not, there is no harm in trying for the 1,000th time. He came back and said the ''Oga'' wants him to bring me to his office on Monday which is the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to rush to the salon, well...my hair wasn't sooo bad just that it could pass for a rat's nest. Ok, really do not judge me oh what is the point of making new styles every 2 weeks when I ain't going no where. That also brings me to this believe that it is so TRUE that women tend to relax after marriage. Gist for  another post i guess. Anyhow, hair done, eye brows sculptured(lol) yours in Christ was ready to meet ''oga''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there and the only thing he asked me was ''what did you study in Uni''? I answered and the next thing I heard was come back on Wednesday. So, I started preparing for the proper interview on Wednesday,went thru the coy's website, i asked around and blah blah. Got there on Wednesday and I was only given appointment letter. Now, tell me this is not God that has seen all my suffering that decided to reward me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi, is starting training on Monday with the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me say a big thank you to a covenant keeping God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-4254204624931141202?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/4254204624931141202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=4254204624931141202' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4254204624931141202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4254204624931141202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-never-fails-it-may-tarry-but-it.html' title='He never fails, it may tarry but it shall surely come to pass....'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-4448433987271750875</id><published>2009-09-27T00:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:52:45.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Learnt From Marriage.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The things I have learnt from marriage are so many that I have lost count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. I grew up in a house where cooking wasn't something I have to do. There were cooks,maids and all sort. Tho my mom is not the type to spare the rod and spoil the child. But now in boo's house na to cook and mehn......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. I am naturally an Internet abi computer freak. I can spend the whole day in front of the laptop and not get bored. I really do not know why my husband complains.....haba i am so good at multitasking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. I hate night crawling. I don't do clubs/bars/cinemas e.t.c. Cinema sha,I can manage if we are to see comedy or maybe Naija film.( I am boring abi). So I followed my boo to a karaoke bar and I succeeded in disgracing myself. Fist, I didn't want to enter cos I thot there were too many people(I am naturally shy). After spending about 10minutes outside I summoned courage and I went in. Oh well, I had fun.  There was a day we went to the cinema, we went to see Ocean's 13...I slept off at the 3rd scene and woke up just about when they were showing credits for the movie.Haha...i have never seen my husband so miffed in his lifetime. Instead of him to thank God that I did not snore in the cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4. I'd rather keep to myself  than talk to people around me when I am in one of my ''moods''. That is when my  mum or mother in law or sis or brother in law will just decide to pop in !Bummer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5. I can kill people for dropping clothes everywhere in the house but my baby does it. Once he gets in from work, he drops his jacket right in the living room. The annoying thing is he is still going into the room to undress. Can somebody help me ask why he has to drop that one first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6. For the past 15 years or more I don't go to bed without having a shower, even when I was living in the UK with that frigging weather I no dey miss my nightly ritual. I had totally begged God to give me a man that will also do the same every night. Alas, no be so o. When I ask boo if he isn't going to shower he goes " there is AC in my car and AC in my office so I have not been sweating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7.I have learnt to be very prudent! The regular/normal Temmytayo buys whatever she fancies when ever she deems fit. But now, I think about my son first, then my husband, then the house and then myself. Very sad abi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;8.I have learnt how to deal with my friends better now. Some will call and abuse and complain about their husbands and trust me na so i go dey follow them blame their husbands. Until the day my hubby sat me down for a long talk on the importance of ''minding your won business'' in marriage. I must say it was a lecture I can never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9. Hand don dey pain me o and it is 12.49 am Sunday morning. I gast so sleep so i can wake up on time for church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-4448433987271750875?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/4448433987271750875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=4448433987271750875' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4448433987271750875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4448433987271750875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/09/10-things-i-learnt-from-marriage.html' title='10 Things I Learnt From Marriage.....'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-6311133296736783501</id><published>2009-09-22T00:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:32:03.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is to us...with  love unending!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here's to US!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No matter what our kids and the new generation think about us,&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE AWESOME !!!!&lt;br /&gt;OUR LIFE IS LIVING PROOF !!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To Those of  Us  Born  &lt;br /&gt;1930 - 1979&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;At the end of this note is a quote of the month by Jay Leno.. If you don't read anything else, please read what he said.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Very well stated, Mr. Leno.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE&lt;br /&gt;                   1930's, 40's, 50's,&lt;br /&gt;              60's and 70's!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can and didn't get tested for diabetes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered&lt;br /&gt;with bright colored lead-base paints.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had baseball caps not helmets on our heads.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As infants &amp;amp; children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, no booster seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires and sometimes no brakes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Riding in the back of a pick- up truck on a warm day was always a special treat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and no one actually died from this.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter and bacon. We drank Kool-Aid made with real white sugar. And, we weren't overweight..   WHY?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Because we were always outside playing...that's why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No one was able to reach us all day. And, we were OKAY.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps&lt;br /&gt;and then ride them down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We did not have Play stations, Nintendo's and X-boxes. There were no video games, no 150 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones,&lt;br /&gt;no personal computers, no Internet and no chat rooms.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. We would get spankings with wooden spoons, switches, ping pong paddles, or just a bare hand and no one would call child services to report abuse.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and  a pink ball and, although we were told it would happen, we did not poke out very many eyes.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team.&lt;br /&gt;Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Imagine that!! &lt;br /&gt;The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If YOU are one of them, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-6311133296736783501?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/6311133296736783501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=6311133296736783501' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6311133296736783501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6311133296736783501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-is-to-uswith-love-unending.html' title='Here is to us...with  love unending!'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-7663006387349772940</id><published>2009-09-05T23:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:32:55.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Marriage By Force?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder why people think living abroad is the best thing that can happen to them. I know women that will die or most likely kill to marry a '' citizen''. Abeg, i need someone to tell me what the biggie about this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I know this babe who is married with four kids. She has always wanted to marry a citizen and in fact a British one at that. At least we all know that with  a British Pali you have less stress in going in nad out of other major developed countries. Anyways, her prayers were answered and she met Britico whom she married in less than 2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They both moved to the UK, guy bought a 4 bedroom house, she got her passport,popped four ......kids in quick succession. Sad thing is as the years rolled bye, the marriage was dying gradually. First, the husband stopped paying bills, he later added the kids upkeep to his list of ''don't bother to do''. I mean, we all know that kids don't pay in the formative years for most basic things but shey na government go also buy them clothes and take them to Nandos or MacDonald's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Since she kuku knew her motive right from the onset, complaining to people was really difficult. So she started suffering and smiling at the same time. What a life. Why bother to marry when your husband will never stay at home, why marry a man that doesn't care whether you go to work and never come back, why live with a man that will travel outside the country without telling you and he comes back in to the home like he just went to buy newspaper at the corner shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, husband sold the house one day and moved them all to  a 2 bedroom flat in the outskirts of London. Bummer! He was smart enough to know that if she asks for a divorce there is every possibility that she gets the house or at least half of the guy's property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;As if that was not enough, after selling the house without her consent of course, he got a job in Canada, bought a pad and moved there without telling her! He just left the house like he normally does until a friend of the family saw him in Canada and informed the wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The good thing is he still maintains a solid relationship with his kids as he calls them often and he makes sure he buys them stuff anytime he decides to pop in to London. He has not asked his wife for a divorce and wife doesn't want to be labelled a divorcee either so she is taking things in stride. She is a married widow with a British passport! She can go to any country of her choice but she is not happy. She cries herself to sleep most times but that doesn't change anything. Sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya, tell me is it by force?  There are a million women out there that despite hearing stories like this are still going to make the same mistake. It hurts me when I meet such women or even men sef....it hurts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-7663006387349772940?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/7663006387349772940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=7663006387349772940' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7663006387349772940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7663006387349772940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-marriage-by-force.html' title='Is Marriage By Force?'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-7030470346879840061</id><published>2009-08-29T14:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:25:52.852+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Should Married Couples Sleep In Seperate Rooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peeps, I am so sorry I couldn't respond to the comments on my last post. Abeg vex not. It has not been easy this past week juggling motherhood with wife hood(if there is any word like that). Please, I appreciate everyone that passes by my page whether you leave comment or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of always wonder if it is a MUST for couples to actually sleep in the same room. For one, I am not sure if I can sleep in a separate room. My husband calls me a cat because if I don't feel his body next to mine at nights ehn....... story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ok, ask me what of the times he has been out of town. How do I cope? That is the thing, I may not sleep immediately i get on the bed cos I will turn and toss and imagine he was right beside me. But, I will still sleep sha anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked a friend of mine and she said no way,her husband snores like a truck on the highway. She said and I quote '' I love my husband to bits but if we keep sleeping in the same room I will definitely start hating him''. Strong words but i totally understand. And that brings me to asking this question: Why must men snore????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband snores lightly and when he is very tired he actually ''SNORES''. For me sleeping with the lightest noise is an issue. I am a very light sleeper, any sound no matter how minimal wakes me up so you can imagine what it is to stay awake to hear your beloved snoring and sleeping peacefully. What i do most times is to tap him lightly and once he turns over he stops snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then I remember my uncle, Jesus Christ of Nazareth. If people can win award for snoring,he will by now have plenty gold medals. There was a time he came with his wife to spend some time with us. They both slept quite early on this fateful day and then mom told me to go pick up her bag from her room. I had to pass by the visitors room, and I thought i heard my uncle strangling my aunt. I had to run to call my mum that before uncle kills aunt make we alert the neighbours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My mama no wear wrapper commot living room to find out what was happening. We barged into the room only to find husband and wife snoring their lives away. As husband was raising the bar the wife was supporting with her sonorous umphs. We laughed so hard and believe it or not they didn't wake up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are of the opinion that sleeping apart is the beginning of ''distance'' in a relationship. But shouldn't couples have time apart? I mean some ''me'' time. I am sure there are days either partner just wants to spread out alone on the bed and just sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatchya think peeps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-7030470346879840061?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/7030470346879840061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=7030470346879840061' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7030470346879840061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7030470346879840061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/08/should-married-couples-sleep-in.html' title='Should Married Couples Sleep In Seperate Rooms'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-8100571577309526987</id><published>2009-08-24T23:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:50:00.882+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I married a VAIN man.......</title><content type='html'>My husband is just different and maybe that is why we will forever be in love(amen).He is just very vain. I don't think that I have ever met someone that is so conscious of looks and other vain stuffs like him. Haba, his own is too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. He doesn't like to see me in flat shoes. Anytime i do that it is just like I just twisted a knife through his fragile heart. You need to understand me on this, his face completely changes to something else. Like someone in serious pain. Me, I am flatie. I love my slippers like mad,why wear heels when I will limp for days from the after effect. I am a short woman oh but abeg, heels are for the likes of &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Posh &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;VERA EZIMORA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2.When i fix weave on as we call it in Naija, it must have either a fringe or some dropping to the sides. I MUST on no account pack my hair behind my ears. To all women out there, can you please explain to my boo that we have what is called hot weather,I mean a season where people actually feel the heat!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;3. Oh,when yours truly wears pink, hubby expects me to use pink eye shadow. I mean the colours gast to match the outfit. He goes ''don't you have the shade in your eye make up bag'' sometimes just feel like screaming! There are days I just want to be bare faced, no make up. But hell no, he wont agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Mr O is a sucker for lip gloss. He doesn't like lipsticks. He can do anything for a woman with lip gloss. Imagine that. I am more of a lipstick person but he is always shouting please use the one that ''shines'' on your lips!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Moi, does not like to show cleavage in my outfits. Him, he wants me to show the whole  world my two mudu of breasts oh. I don tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;6.  He is a sucker for labels. When I used to work on the Island, I always have to leave the house before him so he always has enough time to assess my dressing. You hear things like ''why don't you carry your  Gucci bag,it will go well with that outfit''. Or, you should use a ferragamo belt on that pants. Kai, chineke! Vanity of the highest order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I think I have blogged about the issue of food as in there are days that I do not know what to cook apart from rice, amala and pasta. (I suck abi, i know). So imagine that I call boo to ask him what to cook. He goes I really feel like roasted potatoes with fish fillet or some odd names that I sure know I cannot prepare. Why cant he ever say I want ogi(pap) and moin moin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;His vanity has actually helped me in a way. I am more conscious of the way I eat in public, seat, pack my hair and in fact drive my car sef. Biko, MR O you no get Part 2. But I love you anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-8100571577309526987?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/8100571577309526987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=8100571577309526987' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/8100571577309526987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/8100571577309526987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-married-vain-man.html' title='I married a VAIN man.......'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-907359541793004091</id><published>2009-08-18T01:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T01:21:14.994+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness In High Places</title><content type='html'>I know I promised myself that I will be regular blogger, so by fire by force I know I must update. The truth is there is nothing to blog about. But well, lets just cook up some randomness happening around me jare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It is 1.16am and I am very much wide awake with hubby and son sleeping peacefully. Right now, if it wont be a crime o I probably would hit him on the head with a pestle cos he is snoring tho very lightly. I cannot stress how much I hate to hear people snore. Kai, this one wey God do me ehn....ok o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My son was 1 on the 11th. Despite all the no parry business ehn,we still had a lil family parry. Imagine this, my sister in law woke me up early on the 11th that her driver is in my compound oh and that she sent him with the party packs for the party. I had to thank her profusely, you know how people can think you do not appreciate their efforts. So  now that there are party packs, food and drinks must surface somehow.  And the wahala started......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In the process of making coleslaw for the first time(lol) in my life, the stupid grater nearly took off my index finger. See blood gushing like Ogun river. Thank God that my finger didn't chop off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have I ever mentioned that my husband gets mad when I wear flat shoes? Kai,it is like an obsession. Biko, I don tire. I had to wear some bad heels all thru the ''gest togerra''. And boy, do I still have legs? I doubt. My thighs have been hurting all day plus my neck too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ok, putting some of the pictures on face book sef as I type. No vex for those of you that wont see it but to those that will do,all da best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathya, laer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-907359541793004091?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/907359541793004091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=907359541793004091' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/907359541793004091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/907359541793004091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/08/randomness-in-high-places.html' title='Randomness In High Places'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-3053740940561652656</id><published>2009-08-09T19:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:05:54.614+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Game....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is so totally random a post. I don't know why I have been thinking about the way we ''waste'' money in Africa over ceremonies. The one that bothers me the most is weddings. Why do we have to spend so much on wedding ceremonies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical Naija Bride wants to wear a dress that cost between $3,000 to $15,000. Now, I do not have a problem with that if your father is Otedola or the present President of Nigeria(which means that your father don chop our money finish). Alright, back to the point after spending so much on the wedding dress, why chunk it inside a wardrobe for the remaining part of your life. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then, you find out that the parents of the couple can decide to ''die''(no pun intended) over aso ebi or the musician to sing on the wedding day. After which the musician will either make you cry or laugh your butts off. At my cousin's wedding, you won't believe the so called "Police Band" did not show face at the reception. We sort of clapped our way to the high table. I have never been more embarrassed in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The part that annoys me the most is after spending 25 million naira for a wedding it will still end at 6pm maximum. If you still spend 100 thousand na the same 6pm and you will wear the same wedding gown. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The wedding planners are making money off us, do I blame them No! She has capitalized on people like you and I that most definitely are party freaks. Is it not madness for a wedding planner to take 10% of the amount you want to spend on your wedding. Of course, a wedding planner does a lot for you running around to get stuff for the wedding. But think about it, are those things really important. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know a couple that spent close to 6million on their wedding and the couple do not have a car! Not even a rickety one to push them around. Another couple that are quite close to me spent so much time looking for souvenirs and aso ebi and MC that they forgot that the couple will not continue to live in the Uncle's house. They didn't get their own apartment. Madness, I call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wait sef, why am I ranting... the purpose of this post is to ask this golden question&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"DOES THE AMOUNT SPENT ON A WEDDING CEREMONY DETERMINES THE SUCCESS OF THE MARRIAGE ITSELF''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-3053740940561652656?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/3053740940561652656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=3053740940561652656' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/3053740940561652656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/3053740940561652656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-game.html' title='The Wedding Game....'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-6828917474889332406</id><published>2009-08-01T23:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:36:49.329+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It is the 1st Of August and I am pregnant yet again....</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;am ever so grateful to God Almighty for today. This time last year  I was about popping,heavy with pregnancy, dark and bloated. To climb the stairs was like a tough job and I can remember my aunt was always shouting you need to climb this stairs 8 times a day so that your delivery will turn out very easy. I climbed stairs so tey, my leg talk one day say: I NO SEND YOU ERRAND!  With all my evening strolls and,prancing about, yours truly still had a Cesarean section when the boy no wan commot for my belle. I guess it was the pounded yam i was addicted to in my eight month. Kai, I chop iyan so tey my already round and big tummy will now become very hard and I will be breathing like someone that was ready to pass out. I too like food.lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyways, lil man was due on the 13th but trust me I was already ready to push from the 1st of August, who is going to wait another 2 weeks,lai lai no be me. So, I started walking and cleaning the house with the hope of getting the boy frustrated enough to jump out. For where, the boy just stayed kampe for there oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As usual on the night of the 9th I took my ''Iyan'' as usual and went to sleep. Do I even call that sleep, I was just tossing and turning as no position was comfy anymore at that stage. Being gone that far means I normally ''pee'' like 7 times before morning(sad abi). So I went to pee as regular and i just saw blood, checked the time it was 4am. Blood ke, shebi the midwife said na water first,which one is blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hubby was back in Nigeria then and I had to call my auntie to say ''auntie I saw blood''. She flew out of bed and called the ambulance. I was dazed, is this it? So I will soon be a mum. How come people now shout in movies, I am not feeling any pain now. I LIED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ambulance came,and I was taken to the hospital.The beginning of the pain/I spent 72 hours in the hospital out of which I spent 68 hours shouting and crying and begging God to forgive me if it was my sins that is causing all the pain. Oh, I nearly forgot this...when I got to the hospital they asked me if I wanted a pain relief or just go natural. I said natural all the way. I am a true African. Eesh, no one begged me when I started shouting for the ''epidural injection''. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oyinbo people don go I swear, so why do women have to go through the pain of delivery when epidural can just take the pain away in 1 sec. I am not going to lie, I am so sure I died but God sent me back knowing fully well that I never build house for Ikeja GRA, no street has been named after me just yet and of cos,I am yet to fulfill God's plan for my life. Thank you jare Baba God. But for you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So, I am sure that you are thinking,if she went through all this wahala why get pregnant again. Biko, no vex this pregnancy no be pickin dey inside oh. I am pregnant with IDEAS on how to make money and become famous in my generation. I am sorry if you were misled.LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I shall be back to blog about the CS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-6828917474889332406?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/6828917474889332406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=6828917474889332406' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6828917474889332406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6828917474889332406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-1st-of-august-and-i-am-pregnant.html' title='It is the 1st Of August and I am pregnant yet again....'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-9012574574529586675</id><published>2009-07-22T22:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:41:28.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I sleep with two guys everynight.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yeah, the title of today's post is no joke. Now I know what it is for two guys to want the attention of just one woman all at the same time. I have been contemplating running away but come to think of it, I can't give up now. I mean, everybody has said marriage is not easy ,this and that.... but no one told me that I'd never ever ever be able to sleep alone without any disturbance again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My son for one has never slept in a cot,he prefers to sleep on my chest till morning. Ok,that was fun when he was still about 3 months old, this boy is nearly one and he weighs about 11kg and still enjoys sleeping on my chest or not sleep at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You See, I woke up a few weeks back with this terrible chest pain and that was just like 2 days after MJ passed on. My chest was hurting badly and I thought to myself, am i having a heart attack...you see I can be very paranoid over silly things. That is the way i am wired(using hubby's words) Eesh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So I called him at work to say,my chest is hurting and I am not sure it is not an attack. The boy no gree stop laughing, I was getting pissed off the more but he didn't stop. Oh yeah, after making me feel like killing him he reminded me of the sack of rice that sleeps on my chest every nite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The funny part is since lil man sleeps on the bed with us, it makes sense that he doesn't sleep in the middle so we don't suffocate the boy with blanket or the cover cloth.  So, I always lay him to the side and we give him enough space to twist and turn around the bed, we then get to manage the quarter of the bed. Babies dey enjoy sha. But this boy will leave his won part of the bed and climb on me during the night,sometimes i just feel like shouting in the middle of the night for GOD  to save me.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-9012574574529586675?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/9012574574529586675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=9012574574529586675' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/9012574574529586675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/9012574574529586675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-sleep-with-two-guys-everynight.html' title='So, I sleep with two guys everynight.....'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-3627066254601483542</id><published>2009-07-14T00:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:42:16.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Does A Man Who Cheats On His Wife Really Love Her?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;On the radio this morning, a topic came up on whether a man who cheats on his wife really love them? Both sides had valid points.  Guys were saying sex outside the marriage is simply a physical thing, a release so to speak, nothing intimate about it, no emotional connection involved, as long as you hide it well, you should be okay.   Women were saying that if he truly loved his wife it just wouldn't happen period no matter the lust he felt, or the temptation thrown his way, for him to cheat on her meant he really didn't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal opinion is yes, a man can love his wife yet get pleased sexually elsewhere besides home.  Love isn't the problem here, respect is.  I feel that once you decide to propose and get married, you should understand the responsibilities that come along with that, especially fighting temptation.  You CHOSE to take your relationship to the next level, she said yes with full faith and trust in you, most women do take those vows seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Though to guys sex with someone else may not mean anything, they love their spouse to death and the last thing they want is to lose their family, to the woman that's a pain that's very hard to take.  You didn't respect her enough to avoid the one thing that is a sure relationship ender.  Mind you, in most cases the women find out either by the mans actions, or someone else, the last thing you'd want is her finding out by someone else telling her or bringing it to her attention, now not only is she being cheated on but also humiliated because others around her know but she doesn't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's even worse when you have children because it shows lack of respect for your family life as a whole. It's like your saying you were willing to risk all of that just for a simple relief that you could have gotten at home.  Or even worse such as in the McNair case, the wife finding out AFTER he dies!!! How do you get through something like that?! You can't ask why, your hurt, angry, disappointed, here it is he's dead but your left with the questions not just from yourself but the kids and everyone else! How do you get through those emotions, anger, hate, love, hurt you name it! Wow I couldn't imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I always tell people simply because you love someone is not enough of a reason to get married and start a family, both people have to be mentally and physically prepared for such an undertaking, it takes a great deal of maturity, compromise and sacrifice.  No relationship is easy but with the right amount of understanding and communication it can be made less hard.  Understand that issues that you had before marriage will not go away simply because your married, if your future husband is a partyer flirt, etc, that will NOT go away with marriage.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your future wife is insecure, jealous etc...that will not go away with marriage.  If two people are serious about making that step then certain things will start to wain before hand so that they can go into the relationship with a clear mind and work on it together.  Unfortunately that rarely happens.  I can't tell you how many weddings I've been too for friends, families and co workers where I'm saying to myself 'goodness these people should not be getting married!' But to each it's own, where the delusion that once you get married all problems stop come from is beyond me lol. So ladies I want to hear your take on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Guys I want to really hear your opinions as well. In fact I want to hear how it would be taken if the shoe was on the other foot, what would you do if you found out your wife whom never gave you an inkling of a clue as to her 'dipping' out on you, was cheating on you? Would you accept the it didn't mean anything reasoning? How would you take it if it came from your friends or peers? Would you leave or would you stay? If you stayed, how would it affect your trust and relationship as a whole, could you still look at her the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way:Culled from yahoo as I was too  lazy to think of what to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-3627066254601483542?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/3627066254601483542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=3627066254601483542' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/3627066254601483542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/3627066254601483542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/07/does-man-who-cheats-on-his-wife-really.html' title='Does A Man Who Cheats On His Wife Really Love Her?'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-9129762293781139238</id><published>2009-07-10T01:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:27:20.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Are second wives going to make heaven?</title><content type='html'>Now, this is a very controversial topic but the truth is it has been boggling my mind for a while now. I know that if we do a poll there is bound to be different answers as to why they should make heaven.Some people may never come by this blog again sef but well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Talking from personal and other peoples experiences;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. It is the second wife that in most cases makes the father of the house to stop caring, loving, and spending on his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2. The woman can also make it possible for the husband to disown his kids just because they refuse to accept new ''mummy''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have heard of instances of a father moving from his palatial home to live in a room and parlour with new wife.(now I call that true love, abi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What on earth would make a 25year old woman that has the whole world in front of her decide that she wants to be a second wife! In this generation where people pray fire for fire. She just decided she'd rather have all her husband's kids and wife wake up and curse her every minute of the day. For instance, God forbid this happening oh, if my husband decides to have mistress not to talk of a wife outside shebi na just to do 7 days of white fasting that God should eliminate the woman. Shikena. Na so she go just die because of a man.lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nah, in all seriousness now. Can somebody please tell me if any second wife that entered the liaison willing or unwillingly make heaven. May God forgive us all sha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-9129762293781139238?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/9129762293781139238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=9129762293781139238' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/9129762293781139238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/9129762293781139238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-second-wives-going-to-make-heaven.html' title='Are second wives going to make heaven?'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-8328256310705691241</id><published>2009-07-04T20:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:48:31.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S PARRY TIME OH.TICKETS ARE LIMITED.</title><content type='html'>If only I can tell my mum, mother in law and in fact everybody telling me to celebrate my son's first year birthday then surely I will be SCREAMING SHUT UP PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There is no sense in celebrating one year birthday, not that I do not appreciate God but does the recipient(well lack of word to use) understand why everybody wants to kiss, hug and cuddle him all at once. NO! He will probably cry all through the day and if one is lucky he can sleep all through sha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am dreading picking my mum or mother in law's call cos after all the normal how are you, the next topic is BIRTHDAY! So what are we going to put in the party packs, which venue, what is he going to wear. Are we making butter cake or cup cake? I am fed up oh you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What am I going to do now? I went for my friend's son 1 year party today. The boy slept,woke up and cry very well when he saw all the faces gathered to kiss him. So after the parry I called a few numbers that were stuffed in my bag by aunties and mummies as party planners. The least bill I was given was N150,000.00k for the venue and bouncing castle only! What happens to the food,the party packs and drinks nko. God forbid evil thing oh. How on earth am i gonna put down 250k for a parry? When I Can start a business with that sum of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways just had a change of mind and I will be sending this text out to my friends and family&lt;br /&gt;''Due to popular demand, my husband and I have decided to hold a party in honour of our cute little one. Venue is the Civic Centre and time is 4pm till dawn. Gate fee is N5,000 and we also have Aso Ebi for N15,000. Your presence will be highly appreciated. Come one,come all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sure after seeing this text no one will bother me again. Haba!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-8328256310705691241?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/8328256310705691241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=8328256310705691241' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/8328256310705691241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/8328256310705691241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-only-i-can-tell-my-mum-mother-in-law.html' title='IT&apos;S PARRY TIME OH.TICKETS ARE LIMITED.'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-2213561307149978235</id><published>2009-06-30T22:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:44:45.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Help! He is abusing me and I can't leave him...</title><content type='html'>Oh well, to my concerned peeps I am not the one being abused but that statement was screamed down at me by one of my 3 best friends! Men! What do we do with and without them? That is just a very big question that I REALLY DO NOT KNOW the answer to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should start by telling you the whole story sef.  I have been friends with my ''friend'' for my than 14 years so i can confidently say I know her very well. We have been through everything imaginable together, loving, being loved, heartbreaks, you name it. She had this perfect or well near perfect relationship when we were in Uni but somehow things just went wrong,thanks to the 2 people involved. (no shifting blames here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,after the breakup, she has been in and out of relationships with people I can tag ''idiots'' if I am not being biased. I mean she is my friend I am supposed to support her anyhoo. As I dey talk sha, nothing came out of about 3 or 4 relationships and as women now, we always feel it is''our'' fault. I still dunno why women are like this sha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am even getting emotional, let me just cut the story short jare cos Mr husband here is wondering why I am not in bed at 12am. So she met this guy, perfect in all aspects. Treated her like a queen from the beginning and she fell hard and flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had my reservations from the onset but then in a situation where a woman is in her 30's and all her friends are married or in serious relatiosnhips then you know that it takes the grace of God not to fight if/when you give some unsolicited advise. So well i decided to keep praying for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she noticed this guy doesn't like when she greets people on the street. She gave instances of meeting up with old Uni mates that are guys and this guy actually go bunkers just because she stopped to hug and say hello to men! What kain rubbish is this one I thot to myself. So there was a particular day she went shopping for the 2 of them oh and she had so many bags to carry, She was lucky enough to meet an old fried who volunteered to drop her at the nearest train station, while she was in his car, boyfriend called. She had to tell him she was even lucky she met someone who  is dropping her at the station so he should meet her at the station and blah blah. She said I needed to hear all the guy said to her on the phone, swearing and cursing them both out. So sure she was cheating or how come she is always meeting someone that wants to help her and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr husband to be asked my friend to move in with him and she did. Few weeks after, he proposed to her. Bummer you'd say abi? The petty fights over silly things never stopped. Fighting over staying too long on the computer, you talk too much with your friends. Why do you guys always say the same things when you talk( I have known women to repeat the same things over and over and we LOVE it, don't we?)&lt;br /&gt;She said to me that this guy constantly hurls hurting words at her and then later go on his knees to say sorry. This is just mental and emotional abuse of a girl that is seeking love and attention from the man she loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a day she had serious menstrual cramps and she was in serious pain and crying, guy walks in from work and couldn't say any other thing apart from and I quote " you need to get a grip on yourself woman, you are not a baby''. For any woman out there that suffers from serious menstrual cramps I am sure you can imagine the pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual they had a heated argument one day and the guy actually shouted and said to her and I quote " I am so glad I have not married you oh.So this is the kind of woman that you are" I personally know that for me that would have been the final straw! I TOLD HER TO QUIT.Was that too much for me to say? Am I being insensitive to a lonely girl's plight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-2213561307149978235?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/2213561307149978235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=2213561307149978235' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2213561307149978235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2213561307149978235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-he-is-abusing-me-and-i-cant-leave.html' title='Help! He is abusing me and I can&apos;t leave him...'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-2348031218341639644</id><published>2009-06-12T23:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:49:18.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NEPA oh! Please I am tired of the sound of the generator.....</title><content type='html'>So it is no gist that yours truly followed my heart/love to move back to my father land. But NEPA abi na PHCN???? Are they planning to frustrate me?? What have we done to deserve this from NEPA oh sorry PHCN in the Ikeja axis of lagos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to go for 3 days without light?&lt;br /&gt;If dating a top PHCN oga will give us light I will gladly donate some babe in the neighbourhood who is a ''do it all''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even wear all my sexy night dresses thank to heat na to sleep naked and i end up feeling and looking like Iya Awero.I cant even cuddle up with boo in the heat, you know there is a difference between fan and AC now. The generator runs 24 hours! The noise from everybody's gen at night sef makes me feel I live in a quarry.... God, please save Nigeria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehen jare on a lighter note, I noticed that it has been raining every friday night for the past 3 weeks and boo will still insisit on going out as usual. Is that he doesnt understand the ''term'' or ''act'' of rain? Rain means stay at home and play with your family. Until I start to raise nose na so the boy go dey iron shirt and look for shoes to nack. This men sef why do they feel that going out is the best way to relax after a long week. Imagine if I decide to hang out on a friday night too... I may just do it once or twice to drive home my message. The sad thing is I will just punish myself that day sha in all honesty. Going out is just not my thing, I'd rather stay at home and watch youruba movies, read city people, check facebook and then flip through the pages of mills and boon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am even thinking of doing something drastic,maybe I should....ok I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raining now, DSTV has gone off thanks to the rain so I cant even watch my fav Ellen Degeneres show. Boo is out, lil boo is sleeping. Facebook is dry, the generators are killing me with the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cycle continues.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-2348031218341639644?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/2348031218341639644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=2348031218341639644' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2348031218341639644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2348031218341639644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/06/nepa-oh-please-i-am-tired-of-sound-of.html' title='NEPA oh! Please I am tired of the sound of the generator.....'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-9121251361985083531</id><published>2009-06-06T23:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:44:53.614+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh death, where is thy sting. Goke and Tokunbo....please rest in peace.</title><content type='html'>This past few days......just so full of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I am never going to complain again about whatever situation I find myself. I just want to keep thanking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passage of this two great guys opened my eyes to another side to life. This world is useless. Vanity upon vanity, we suffer, we labour, we toil but you know what? God knows when to blow the final whistle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokunbo Dawodu was a happy go fellow, always full of smiles. Went to church on Wednesday for midweek service and by Thursday morning he was already dead. Cardiac arrest! He was only in his early 30's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All his dreams, aspirations, desires.....gone. Gone forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goke Jimoh....where do I start. Easy going dude. Tho I haven't seen him in a few years since he moved to America after Uni. Heard about 2 years ago that he was battling cancer but he got over it. Then my friend called me now crying.... Goke has joined the saints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, please put an end to all this untimely death. This is enough oh.&lt;br /&gt;Father please grant Tokunbo and Goke eternal rest as they join the league of fine gentlemen resting with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is heavy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-9121251361985083531?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/9121251361985083531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=9121251361985083531' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/9121251361985083531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/9121251361985083531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-death-where-is-thy-sting-goke-and.html' title='Oh death, where is thy sting. Goke and Tokunbo....please rest in peace.'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-2897354654341495868</id><published>2009-05-24T16:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:25:48.835+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I dont close my eyes when  I kiss.....</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to write about this for about 2 weeks now but well as mama pickin concain(concern) no time jare. If I am not changing diaper, I am either cooking or sorting out their (baby and hubby's) clothes. I have never met a man so untidy in my entire life. That is story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband takes pride in just dropping clothes all over the room. Imagine him just coming in from work, well as a solicitor he is mostly in suits. He leaves the jacket in the living room, shirt on the floor in the room cos it is dirty, the trousers probably go on the bed and his vest/singlet right on baby's box of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end up picking up after him and it is driving me crazy but well....I LOVE HIM.&lt;br /&gt;But I need to know why men just do this. Painful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehen, I was talking about not closing my eyes when I kiss,does that make me weird? Na by force? I still can't comprehend why I have to close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I became like this in those years of kissing so many toads before meeting the prince. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Why wont i want to see what i want kiss. Check the mouth out for pieces of meat  or vegetable lurking in between teeth or even the slightest sign of plaque~ now that is totally disgusting. I know but sorry it is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Temmytayo if u have to kiss at all, open your eyes wide!. Maybe I am weird oh, just maybe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-2897354654341495868?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/2897354654341495868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=2897354654341495868' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2897354654341495868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2897354654341495868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-dont-close-my-eyes-when-i-kiss.html' title='So, I dont close my eyes when  I kiss.....'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-7818674778452868055</id><published>2009-05-15T21:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:24:19.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Night As A Married Woman...</title><content type='html'>After all the hoola hoola pooh of planning the wedding, spending all my savings on highly frivolous things that if u ask me now are lying wasted in my wardrobe...uhmn...shebi one would definitely expect the wedding night to be erm....you know now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the wedding programme was all done in 5 hours which to me is the best way to get married. Why bother to spend he whole day dancing,kneeling for uncles and aunties you probably never met before the wedding day. You just might even have to contend with your friends fighting over who is the closest to the bride. Like that would be a pill to make the marriage itself work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was saying jare, so we got to Lagos around 5pm and I had to wait outside for about 2 hours before my In-laws started their normal ''ritual'' of praying in the home chapel before the bride can be officially admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odikwa serious, I was already tired and was feeling very feverish. I wonder, maybe it was the thought of ''I won't be able to run away from this man oh if he pisses me off''. My parents don tell me say I no get bed space for our house again. Imagine, those people didn't even wait for me to be married before they gave my room to the new house help! I am sure I was also thinking...so here is the thing that has always been giving me shivers....I can no longer say no to ''coitus'' ok i mean love making. What if this bros that I love to bits says ''coitus'' has to be every night? Chei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we sha used 2 hours to pray and by then I was already weak in the knees. My nose was running like a tap, eyes watery.  By the end of it all I remember my brother in law guiding me upstairs to lie down for a while cos i was really weak. I could hear everyone throwing jibes at boo that he should take it easy with ''our wife'' oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my bath and changed into one of the negligees i got as a gift during my bridal shower. Uhmn, i even dabbed a touch of perfume. I laid on the bed just to catch my breath only for me to wake up at 8am the next day! I slept all through the night.  Yours truly was down with fever for the next 3 days....Shame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-7818674778452868055?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/7818674778452868055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=7818674778452868055' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7818674778452868055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7818674778452868055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-night-as-married-woman.html' title='My First Night As A Married Woman...'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-4948382792405691432</id><published>2009-04-11T01:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:32:07.919+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunno what to do with myself</title><content type='html'>The time is 2am naija time and i am still awake checking facebook and now blogging. Hubby is out with pals for a bachelors eve,only God knows what is going on at the place at the moment. Am i bothered? Do I look/feel  buvvered????? ISH.....if only i can be  a man just for tonight and see what goes on behind closed doors.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is boring sef, a few blogs made me laugh. Vera is just MAD!&lt;br /&gt;By the way,I am not shedding weight oh, tummy is still as big as 4 months pregnancy. Wetin i go do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son fell tonight and that made me cry. He has a deep cut on his upper lip and boy you needed to have seen blood. If we were still in the UK i am so sure police go don arrest me for child neglect due to addiction to the Internet and chatting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad. I just pray it doesn't leave a scar,might not forgive myself if it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i m beginning to feel sleepy. Off to bed before I start typing rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Tayo,sleep..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-4948382792405691432?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/4948382792405691432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=4948382792405691432' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4948382792405691432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4948382792405691432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/04/dunno-what-to-do-with-myself.html' title='Dunno what to do with myself'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-5078973435403260693</id><published>2009-03-29T16:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:20:33.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As a bigz girlz concern.....</title><content type='html'>My peeps, thanks for all the ideas on what to cook, i don start to dey experiment if by the next time u see me and i no fit enter thru a door na una all cause am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started doing sit ups in the morning now to make my tummy come down sha, I must be slim by force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I sincerely do not know why all my friends decided to get married this April to be honest. Can you imagine, I have got no  free Saturday this coming month. If they only picked date without telling me to buy Aso Ebi shebi e go better. Now I have spent a total of N35,000 and still need to pay another N40,000. Odikwa serious, and I never collect salary for 3 months. As it is now my husband might just go on AWOL if I continue asking him for money to satisfy my friends. But as a bigz girlz sha, I gast to represent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, can someone explain why people have to pick odd looking fabrics and gum ridiculous prices on the fabrics???!! It is unfair......very very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new month resolution:no more aso ebi for this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-5078973435403260693?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/5078973435403260693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=5078973435403260693' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/5078973435403260693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/5078973435403260693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-bigz-girlz-concern.html' title='As a bigz girlz concern.....'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-6360467715708469488</id><published>2009-03-18T15:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:04:20.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Curses And Blessings cum dry gist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;For the past 5 months I have been struggling with this. I love reading other peoples posts but I just have lost the zeal well not passion for blogging. Too many things to do, with two babies at hand life couldn't be more interesting and at the same time hectic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ok,rewind to last year November jare. Yours truly went for loads and loads of interviews as boo and his folks in association with mine decided I should stay back with my ''property''. You see if u ask me I just wanna live where I will have access to light and 24hrs Internet no story. Naija sha, NEPA makes me cry atimes to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Anyways to cut long story short o, i got a job and i started on the 1st of December. I resigned last week(which is the main reason for the time on my hand to actually blog) because of only 1 REASON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I am yet to be paid for services I have rendered for four months or so. My oga talk say recession dey worry am. Wetin concern me. User oshi! Na for inside this recession the monkey buy Benz B150 0, me i still dey manage my own 2005 model of my ''car''. Oloshi even bought house in Ikoyi o. He will rot in hell for making me go thru stress. Shebi if i had known i for use all the money wey i dey take fuel my car to go to the Island everyday to start a shop even if na to dey sell recharge card, it won't have been a venture in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;One last curse, oga mi ''you won't know PEACE until you pay me my money oh''. Ehen, enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;To the people I want to bless for their loving kindness: all my friends. The ones that I don't call but they still find time to call me,may God reward you oh jare. The emails, text messages even facebook posts dey always make my day. God bless you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;What has been happening to me.? I am FAT. I used to be a UK 6, US 4 abi na 2? I really cant explain how it happened o but right now i am a UK 12, dunno what that is in American size. The only plus side of all this is the bigger bust and bum. Every other part is plain unwanted fat. Help!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I am gradually losing it on what to cook as well. SOS to all women out there. My husband says i only give him two options. A and B when it comes to food. Which is either Rice or Amala. Any suggestions before the boy decides to start eating out oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;End of randomness. Cathya,la er.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-6360467715708469488?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/6360467715708469488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=6360467715708469488' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6360467715708469488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6360467715708469488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-curses-and-blessings-cum-dry.html' title='Random Curses And Blessings cum dry gist.'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-8796550148035834371</id><published>2008-10-23T19:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:54:35.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanking God for my boys...</title><content type='html'>It has been one year of marital bliss and God has been so good to me. Going down memory lane and all that has happened in my life, I know that I serve a living God. Here was I, 2 years ago crying and moaning over a guy that i gave five years of my beautiful life who decided to cheat o what i thought was ''love''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sent my prince charming my way and within months we got married, 11 months after He blessed us with a baby boy. I am not going to say it has been easy all the way, but God has seen me through all that I thought was overwhelming. He has given me enough reasons never to doubt his unfailing love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for being my strength and shield.&lt;br /&gt;I am back in Lagos now and hopefully with enough helping hands, I will be able to update my blog regularly. But come to think of it,what would be so interesting to even blog about sef? Nappies, baby wipes, first smile,e.t.c. lets see sha...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-8796550148035834371?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/8796550148035834371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=8796550148035834371' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/8796550148035834371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/8796550148035834371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanking-god-for-my-boys.html' title='Thanking God for my boys...'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-1066255882766836382</id><published>2008-09-29T17:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:14:59.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks y'all</title><content type='html'>How I wish I can go to everyone's page to say thank you. Thanks for all the love. So many things have been happening o. The good, the bad and the ugly. But, in all I am thanking God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE BACK SOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-1066255882766836382?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/1066255882766836382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=1066255882766836382' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/1066255882766836382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/1066255882766836382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2008/09/thanks-yall.html' title='Thanks y&apos;all'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-3618523132490657890</id><published>2008-08-22T03:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T04:01:23.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AND BABY MAKES THREE....</title><content type='html'>God in His awesome wonder saw me through the nine months journey and added a bouncing baby boy to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far it has been sleepless nights and nappy changing. Typing this at 4am in the morning as he has decided to keep me awake since 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bless God for His mercies,it wasnt an easy jpurney but the end result is worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-3618523132490657890?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/3618523132490657890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=3618523132490657890' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/3618523132490657890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/3618523132490657890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-baby-makes-three.html' title='AND BABY MAKES THREE....'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-5768150725063087251</id><published>2008-07-02T23:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:37:31.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So yours truly has been hanging in there, eating, sleeping and reading.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday the 27th, I went to the hospital for the antenatal appointment, spent about 2 hours in the hospital as they were short of midwives......imagine that. Well, I made do with admiring different bumps. Some were like balls,pumpkins, I even saw one that looked like paw paw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the hospital, I decided to go for partial/half make over. Went for a pedicure and the over all result: I still look like my Ex boyfriend's granny. Big nose,round tummy and of cos looking very black/dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and I &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; to indulge myself in a Chinese meal. Ordered for Special fried rice and a bottle of coke. Sat down to eat and watch Britain's got talent. Then this tummy ache started..... first, I thought it was the coke, I shouldn't have taken it o I kept telling myself. One hour later and yours truly by now was already crying buckets as the pain was not getting any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called the ambulance and I was rushed to the hospital. Temmy was strapped to a stretcher in an ambulance, Odikwa serious. Ori iya mi o. This has never happened to me before. I couldn't breathe, the had to give me GAS. I couldn't pray I was just staring into space......then I said a word of prayer to God to keep me and my baby safe. Hubby was already panicking.... a part of me wanted to laugh but I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to the hospital and was told I may be having the baby. Baby ke, that is premature now abi what are we going to call this one........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways to cut a long story short, I am fine, thanks to God. I have had this post in my draft box since MAY. This is July. I am updating cos of VERA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate her, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I am suffering from writer's block or is it the pregnancy? Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember to say a word of prayer for Temmy. Thanks a bunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-5768150725063087251?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/5768150725063087251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=5768150725063087251' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/5768150725063087251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/5768150725063087251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2008/07/panic-attack.html' title='Panic Attack'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-3052531755615302485</id><published>2008-05-07T10:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T11:03:12.349+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Back hurts.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My back hurts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously i just think pregnancy has its good and bad sides. And since i am very bored why not make a list of the advantages and disadvantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Advantages;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. THE BUST SURELY WILL INCREASE (ISN'T THAT FAB?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. YOU CAN BECOME A VERY LAZY WIFE ON THE EXCUSE OF BEING TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. YOU HAVE PEOPLE FALLING OVER TO ATTEND TO ALL YOUR NEEDS. (that's when u know your hubby can actually cook,hoover,wash and do all sorts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. YOU CAN AFFORD TO FINISH EATING WITHOUT WASHING YOUR HANDS AND THEN SLEEP OFF ON THE COUCH(heavenly i swear by it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DISADVANTAGES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. OH MY WORLD, SOME WOMEN CAN GET SO SICK,ILL(WOTEVER) TO THE POINT OF ASKING GOD IF HAVING A BABY IS THE BEST THING TO HAPPEN TO ANY WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. BACK ACHE IS SURE,SOMETIMES THE THIGHS TOO. (URGH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU GET THIS LOOK OF EEYA PELE WHEN YOU ARE WALKING ON THE STREET AND YOU LOOK LIKE YOU ARE ABOUT TO COLLAPSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of any more random disadvantage jare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehen, you won't believe some people( i am not mentioning names o) are lobbying to become god parents for my baby. In my philanthropic nature I have decided that instead of having god mother and god father only, why not create my own list. So here it goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chief godmother/father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Deputy godmother/father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Assistant godmother/father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and of cos finally god mother/father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This way now there won't be fight at all. Vera(pls dnt tell her) even sent me $1000 dollars for the form which was on sale for $500 only o, so she can be godmother. Seeing that she is dead serious about this position I berra make her Chief godmother,who knows she might be a RANGE ROVER for the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ehen, didnt someone even say she was ready to give me ideas about names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please let the list flow, i am looking for posh names. All I have in my head now are names like Peaches,sunflower, hazelnut, dove e.t.c. Saw a Naija movie recently and the lead actress was called &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CHELSEA!&lt;/span&gt; The producer or the director of that movie should be shot I swear. Well thinking about it o on a lighter note I might just name my baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NOTTINGHAM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-3052531755615302485?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/3052531755615302485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=3052531755615302485' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/3052531755615302485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/3052531755615302485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-back-hurts.html' title='My Back hurts.....'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-4249898710625708643</id><published>2008-04-27T15:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:16:22.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2(lack of what to use as title)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I was practically dragged to the hospital by hubby and I was told to finish the biggest bottle of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RAGOLIS&lt;/span&gt; water cos I have to go for a scan to see what is wrong with bloated tummy. Aight, yours truly sat in the hospital lobby,sipping my water and getting nervous. By the time I finished I was about to burst with pressure on my bladder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Walked in like I was &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;walking&lt;/span&gt; on egg shells into the scan room,the doctor then started all the usual stuff of pouring the gel on my tummy and then doing stuff..... considering that i couldn't see what he was doing I just entertained myself with his grumblings. He later told me after about 15 minutes that I am fine, he didn't see anything and that my monthly period should be coming in a few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK GOD, I MOUTHED AS I RAN INTO THE LOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So to all of you over sabi bloggers that left comment, it wasn't PREGNANCY O. I continued with job hunt and after a while, hubby and I decided(better still hubby alone sef) decided I should go back to the UK cos I was frustrating him with all my whining every minute as per being idle. Initially, I was so looking forward to going back to the UK cos that means, there &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; always  going to be light at least. NEPA can so show themselves in Naija, can you just imagine going for 3 days without light?? Wicked people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Left for the UK, i need not tell you how much I cried at the airport. I seriously wanted to back out at the last minute but I wasn't sure boo was going to be chuffed to have wasted that much money on ticket. OK,London here I come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling sicky sicky,went to see my GP 2 days after I got into the UK and voila the news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G.P: when was your last menstrual period?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Temmy: I can't remember cos I don't keep tabs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(G.P grumbling,probably thinking I am daft not to keep tabs in this jet age,but whatever G.P!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;G.P: I need you to conduct a pregnancy test before you leave so I'd know what to treat you for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Temmy: uh,ok, fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes after,the lines were blue,so blue as a matter of fact REALLY BLUE. She is preggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dunno if to curse the stupid doctor in naija that said I wasn't?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dunno if I am really excited.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dunno if I am truly ready for this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dunno, dunno, dunno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounded like a silly nursery rhyme doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me now, I cry for anything. I cried while thanking God but I didn't forget to ask Him why now cos I was so careful. I wanted to get a job first in Naija before starting a family. Guess He knows better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord I thank you for your unfailing and unending love&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now I can hear you sneer *we were right all along*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LOL (rolling eyes and shutting down blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-4249898710625708643?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/4249898710625708643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=4249898710625708643' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4249898710625708643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4249898710625708643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2008/04/part-2lack-of-what-to-use-as-title.html' title='Part 2(lack of what to use as title)'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-6251120919813568626</id><published>2008-04-16T13:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:44:17.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An update at last</title><content type='html'>This is to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VERA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will now allow me to breathe. In all honesty this is more RANDOM than random itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Marriage is great, it has given me the opportunity to put my culinary skills to test. In the bid to impress Mr O(who truly likes food), I have to think every minute about what to cook for dinner that will kinda impress him. I thank God that he doesn't eat breakfast, at work during lunch, so all i really have to do is dinner. So why not make it something special....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I decided to make Asaro( yam pottage or porridge) one evening like that o, got everything set and I started feeling like a cook. I even wore a pink apron,can you imagine??? Trying to remember how mummy used to make the thing way back was just a blurry vision. This isn't one food I'd eat on a normal day but for the sake of variety before the boy starts to complain that na so so rice I dey give am chop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyways, I got everything right but I guess I added too much water! After mixing all the stuff together, end product was a little soft or was it watery? I began to panic o, carried phone and called &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PRINCESS YAYI&lt;/span&gt; in America(like she was going to come all the way to Naija to make it any better). Alright she told me to do this and that after laughing at me for about 5 minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I quickly sent a text to hubby to alert him that he might not be eating a very ''nice'' dinner. Thank God the thing hardened up before he got back from work&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. After the honeymoon( I just realised I never got round to blogging about it o), I had to stay back in Nigeria, trying to get a job. Job interviews, writing silly GMAT tests, and then getting offered 50K per month at the end of the day. Ki ni mo fe fi se(&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what do i want to do with 50K&lt;/span&gt;) my mouth don tear. Oh yeah, that reminds me. Went for interview for a marketing role, after all the question and answer session, the chairman of the company said,we know and understand that you studied abroad but we really can't afford to pay you as much as you wish but we can offer you 30K a month. In my head I must have thought I heard the guy saying plus accommodation and official car and driver! Is he drunk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Couldn't stand all the wahala of job hunting in Nigeria, having to wake up to say bye bye to hubby in the morning, same me saying welcome around 7pm. All I was doing then was sleep, eat, watch DSTV, go on the net, go window shopping once in a while, beg hubby to buy doughnut and fresh bread from cant remember the name of the store now jare, I know it is in Ikeja GRA. What a life!!!!!!!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Then I woke up one morning,feeling extremely bloated, fat and ...... when all I do is eat. Tried to manage the feeling for some weeks, one fateful morning hubby had to practically drag me to the hospital. There it was, staring at me in the face. Something I have been running away from for years,why me, why now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-6251120919813568626?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/6251120919813568626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=6251120919813568626' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6251120919813568626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6251120919813568626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2008/04/update-at-last.html' title='An update at last'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-5377870220417912921</id><published>2008-01-26T12:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T13:02:10.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Eagles ni o.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I knew something was going to push me headlong towards this my blog again. Never thought it was gonna be my favourite Super Eagles or some comments I came across over some of my favourite blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fine, I do not have the passion to blog but nothing happened to my passion for reading other people's blogs whenever I feel like(cos i can sense someone raising nose already).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Back to Super eagles, whether Nigeria qualifies or not I'd have to speak to Yar Adua to sack the coach. His last minute changes in the match against Mali nearly gave me high blood pressure. For this reason he is guilty of wanting to snuff life out a future Naija Millionaire. Imagine me passing on to glory because of those silly boys, the angels will be too angry they will flog me back to planet earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What a better way to be defeated, group stage matches...... ok o. God dey. All I know is I am changing nationality till after Nations cup. Considering Congo or Sudan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ehen, talking about other things, what do people gain from being faceless and anonymous and their sole aim is to look for other people's faults. The thing pass me o. It is a free world, people can choose to lie on their blog, free to form or make up stories. Yours is to read and leave comments if you like, if you don't move on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have fav blogs that i hardly leave any comment,sometimes because I do not agree with the writer's opinion but I always remember that everyone is entitled to their opinion in life. A cup can either be half full or half empty, it depends on how we see it individually. I tire o. Now they have chased away 36inches from blog world.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-5377870220417912921?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/5377870220417912921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=5377870220417912921' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/5377870220417912921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/5377870220417912921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2008/01/super-eagles-ni-o.html' title='Super Eagles ni o.'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-8686459623650822858</id><published>2007-12-15T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:42:07.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I definitely have lost the passion for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember today Abiodun, keep resting. I love you. God loves you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why guys have to put pictures of bare chest on facebook as profile pix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why people drive like monkeys in Lagos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I miss my friends so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why God chose to bless me so much despite my unbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why human beings are so vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I am wondering..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am just plain bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-8686459623650822858?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/8686459623650822858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=8686459623650822858' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/8686459623650822858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/8686459623650822858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/12/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-648897553789598455</id><published>2007-11-14T18:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T18:28:17.102+01:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days of thankfulness...day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is the 15th day of the thankful post. I was tagged by LIFE OF A STRANGER CALLED ME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lord i am thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A billion tongues will not be enough to tell the whole world what a wonderful man you are. You brought me out of the miry clay, you set my feet on the rock to stay, daddy you put a song of praise in my mouth!!! Thank you Baba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Where do I start from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;From YOU being my guide and guard, an ever present help in times of trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The only one that makes me feel safe and secured after every conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The only one that doesn't tell me that all hope is lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The only person that said to me that as long as HE is GOD, then I have no reason to be afraid of my tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The only reason why I am always happy.......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have every reason to bless God, HE surprised me. Early this year, I lost all hope, I used to cry myself to sleep, cry on the bus, cry when talking to friends(I can cry). I can remember vividly my cousin asked me if I am truly a child of God and if I truly believe that He does things at His own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I nearly slapped my cousin, I love God,I do his will. Why did he allow my heart to be broken? Where was He when things were going wrong. Little did I know that He was preparing me for another phase of my life. He was also preparing the person that will walk it with me, he made us meet when we were not even searching. He made everything so divine and amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, I also want to thank you for the favour I have enjoyed this year, the favour yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, the devil is a liar. My blog just refused to connect all through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; tag Omohemi Benson, Bimbylads and princess yayi.&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/4998452757464314719-648897553789598455?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/648897553789598455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=648897553789598455' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/648897553789598455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/648897553789598455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/11/30-days-of-thankfulnessday-15.html' title='30 days of thankfulness...day 15'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-4715977332931171270</id><published>2007-11-12T17:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:51:06.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey.................bits and pieces.</title><content type='html'>It all started on the 11th of October for me when i left the UK,hey please never fly virgin Nigeria again please. That was my first time and surely my last time. Got to the airport for 7am for a 10am flight, we didn't leave Gatwick till 3pm, let me just spare you the horror of the details but thank God I got home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept all through the 12th and 13th of October. Jet Lag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14th of October I remembered I am suppose to hold a bouquet..... you'd wonder why i didn't do all that from the UK abi, I wasn't just composed. Got a lovely wine and gold bouquet from the wedding centre on Toyin Street in Lagos, from there rushed to get beads for my native for the engagement. I wanted beads, just wasn't down for the ''you have to wear gold necklace bit''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th I was at the Tailor's place, yeah this is where the wahala started, the blouse was too big. For crying out loud the monkey took my measurement!!!!!!!!!!! See why i didn't want to do the regular iro and buba cos i hate to tie wrapper and the blouse falling off my shoulders. The monkey succeeded in ruining my day, Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th left for Ibadan my hometown for the wedding. Got home and developed a nasty cold, sneezed till my nose became to sore for me to breathe. I began to panic,how on earth is this going to stop.......hubby began to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th: I woke up around 6 am to have my bath and get my hair done. The lady that made the hair and make up came some 5 minutes after 6am. Yours truly miraculously stopped sneezing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engagement party started at 8am. I wanted everything done in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church service was at 11am,as i walked down the aisle i was all smiles. My brother kept smiling at me and winking. Cheeky dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to recite vows,i started to cry. I couldn't believe i was telling hubby in front of friends and family that it is only till death do us part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I raised my tears drenched face to the minister of God and watched as he joined me and my sweetheart for life..I looked back towards my parents, Papa Temmy was crying. I cried more. I knew at that point that my father would have preferred Temmy to be his little girl for life. Na so the love reach. He was happy to see me getting married but at the same time I would always be his little girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly ruined the artistically crafted make-up. I dreaded seeing the pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;Before i knew it, we were at the reception. I guess time just flew by because I was lost in the ocean of my hubby's adoring eyes. We couldn't take our eyes off each other. I guess I was outright sexy in my wedding dress. Its always good to give them something to look forward to. He was a sight to behold in that dark blue suit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, I had to change out of the sexy dress into the aso-ebi and mark my words we made a gorgeous couple. You need to hear the oohhss and aaahhs when we danced into the midst of well-wishers. My hubby looked like a million dollars in the agbada, though he didn't want to wear it at first but I managed to convince him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the reception, there came another bout of crying. Suddenly I realised I was really leaving my parents and siblings. Not that Mr O was taking me to Sokoto but it just became clear to me that I was a married woman. That my husband now is my first family and priority.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What was most comforting in the overwhelming activities of the past six hours was the vision of my kid brother waving to me as I was whisked away to begin a new life as Mrs O.&lt;br /&gt;'' See you next week' were his cries as his slight figure gradually faded into the distant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss my brother....... I so miss him. The memory of his teary face will stay with me for a long time to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-4715977332931171270?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/4715977332931171270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=4715977332931171270' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4715977332931171270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4715977332931171270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/11/journeybits-and-pieces.html' title='The Journey.................bits and pieces.'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-9100929292802249427</id><published>2007-10-21T13:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:31:08.352+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Lord.</title><content type='html'>Holla peeps, it has been a little over 2 months. yours truly have been planning her life. Odikwa, the thing no easy at all.&lt;br /&gt;For anyone that is quite familiar with my blog or my space, my life has been a very interesting one. but God eventually made it a testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always believed in miracles but in Oluwasanya I found a true affirmatio&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n of miracles. In him God sent me a very special package, a soul mate, a friend, a brother, and a wise ''old man''. A man that appreciates my worth, respects my opinions and most importantly adores me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 18th of October 2007 at 11am, I walked down the aisle on my father's arms to be joined eternally to Oluwasanya. This was our opportunity to declare our continuous love for each other in front of our families and friends. And to thank God whole heartedly, pledge our commitment to our father in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some days now i have been revelling in what is called bliss!&lt;br /&gt;Which to me is sleep, eat and sleep again.Lol. Well, not sure if blogging will be part of my day to day way of life henceforth. I am not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, still on honeymoon. Will be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-9100929292802249427?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/9100929292802249427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=9100929292802249427' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/9100929292802249427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/9100929292802249427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/10/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank you Lord.'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-2874007079463450624</id><published>2007-08-17T13:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:11:53.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a bow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have heard this over and over again that the best time to take a bow is when the ovation is the loudest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Being a blogger is cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3T's of Tunde is my major inspiration, he made me to start blogging. I have made friends with wonderful people in blog world. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T Minx, LondonBuki, Belle, Bimbylads,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lawdamsel,Daddy's Gal, Omohemi Benson, Vera, Desola, Olawunmi, Vicki, LondonNaijaChic, Biodun, Life of a Stranger Called me, my wonderful aburo Cherub&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and so many others too numerous to mention.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Teva, smoothvibes, FG DiamondHawk, Zaiprincessa....... u guys are 2 much. Omosewa e- hug for you. Naijabloke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blogging is tasking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blogging is like an addiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am addicted to something else now. How to move to the next phase in my life and God knows I need no distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am not going to delete my posts. Will be leaving comments once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Will probably come back in 6 months or a year, who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OWNB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;u r 3 much. You are someone I admire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soul&lt;/strong&gt;, what can i say? I wish to meet you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am out peeps but with loads of appreciation to everyone that ever stopped by my space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Luv ya all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-2874007079463450624?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/2874007079463450624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=2874007079463450624' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2874007079463450624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2874007079463450624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/08/taking-bow.html' title='Taking a bow'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-5039307916426889751</id><published>2007-08-07T12:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T13:45:12.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Because HE Lives!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aXt-lPrJgpk/Rrhbcw7PnEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Fy6oIXtwYp0/s1600-h/The+gals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095923528097569858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aXt-lPrJgpk/Rrhbcw7PnEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Fy6oIXtwYp0/s320/The+gals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What makes me weak? My fears&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;What makes me whole? My God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;What keeps me standing? My faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;What makes me compassionate? My selflessness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;What makes me honest? My integrity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;What sustains my mind? My quest for knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What teaches me all lessons? My mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;What lift's my head high? My pride, not arrogance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What if I can't go on? Not an option.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;What makes me victorious? My courage to climb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What makes me competent? My confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What makes me sensual? My insatiable essence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What makes me beautiful? My everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What makes me a woman? My heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Who says I need love? I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;What empowers me? My God &amp; Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Who am I? I AM A STRONG BLACK CHRISTIAN WOMAN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Keep this going ladies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I have realised I am putting myself under undue pressure. I really need to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-5039307916426889751?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/5039307916426889751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=5039307916426889751' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/5039307916426889751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/5039307916426889751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/08/because-he-lives.html' title='Because HE Lives!!!!!!!'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aXt-lPrJgpk/Rrhbcw7PnEI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Fy6oIXtwYp0/s72-c/The+gals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-6935260339587332155</id><published>2007-08-03T16:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T18:46:15.785+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When will i stop doing quickies...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sorry peeps. Wahala 3 much ni jare. Considering that I spent 3 months in Nigeria, I came back to London looking for a new crib, new job, go to school as no one sent me to add another degree to my kitty na in be say I am on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Not really had time for the Internet, always on the road. God will save me sha. I have about 4 weddings between now and October. So many Aso Ebi to sew, bridal showers to attend, fittings to do,chei how am I going to cope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;I miss my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;If you ever get to read this honey, it has not been easy without you. Thank you for talking me to sleep every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to add that BA needs to be told to stop flying to Nigeria.&lt;br /&gt;Can someone just tell me the reason why babes with sagging(or maybe soggy)breasts still think it is wise to display them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;When is this summer craze going to end?I am tired of seeing black and ugly bums all in the name of summer! The other day, I was nearly throwing up on the bus when this ''chic'' gave me a full view of her rashes infested bum bum(excuse my french jare).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, maybe I am just grouchy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone has any idea where wedding dresses are on sale???????????&lt;br /&gt;Me think it doesn't make any economic sense to spend so much on a dress that is going to be worn for a few hours once in one's life time. Let me know what you all think please. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run again.&lt;br /&gt;Bye all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Not getting married in a hurry, just thinking out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-6935260339587332155?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/6935260339587332155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=6935260339587332155' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6935260339587332155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6935260339587332155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-will-i-stop-doing-quickies.html' title='When will i stop doing quickies...........'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-2518662260111508305</id><published>2007-07-28T10:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T10:46:07.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hey Peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the UK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Very Busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Will update later.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your concern.&lt;br /&gt;I am under stress!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/4998452757464314719-2518662260111508305?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/2518662260111508305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=2518662260111508305' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2518662260111508305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2518662260111508305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/07/quickie.html' title='Quickie!!!'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-1133345408630025676</id><published>2007-07-23T13:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T18:32:04.964+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Whara Mess!</title><content type='html'>Please help me to beg British Airways that I need a seat on Economy Class and not any other class!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in Naija o. Have been trying to get a seat on BA since last week Monday and they keep telling me we don't have seat on the class you want. We can get you a seat on Business or first class they said to me like they are going to pay the difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In annoyance, i told the girl I have been in this country for close to three months I have been f***g spending pounds! She gave me this kinda look of " what do you want me to do about that miss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like she can do anything really. I am really GROUCHY! Well considering that it is that time of the month too.&lt;br /&gt;Mr O is kinda happy, he kuku doesn't want me to go back. I no go gree for am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make myself happy today, I had to watch Chronicles of Narnia. I topped it up deliciously with RUSH HOUR 1 and 2. God bless Jackie Chan for making my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fixed my nails o, took enough pictures but guess what???? I cant find the cable for the CAMERA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-1133345408630025676?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/1133345408630025676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=1133345408630025676' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/1133345408630025676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/1133345408630025676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/07/whara-mess.html' title='Whara Mess!'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-1533481579669341900</id><published>2007-07-16T18:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T10:23:12.337+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months and 3 weeks gone</title><content type='html'>To every one that left a comment on my last post you are truly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;She is Temmy.&lt;br /&gt;Temmy is engaged.&lt;br /&gt;Temmy planned to show you guys her engagement ring but she couldn't get round to fixing her nails. She was trying not to gross you all out with her stubby nails. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho I wish I could tell you about the way he proposed, but it is a pity that I can't. I promised him that we are PRIVATE! No more MR O and I on blogger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not particularly happy at the moment, I developed this nasty headache since Nigeria lost to Chili last night. How can we be that humiliated???? 4 goals to nothing. Not that our goal keeper was dozing but I can only say it was bad officiating. My head even hurts the more thinking about this. (sob sob).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temmy leaves for the UK in a couple of days. I already miss home and I miss him too.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss having someone cook for me, will miss the comfort of driving or having someone drive me. So I have to start jumping on buses again. Going to the market on Sundays,sleeping alone, back to reading my mills and boon and watching naija films as if they are going out of fashion. I tire o. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is sweet,will miss my comfy bed. Will miss my throw pillows, will miss listening to cool FM. Above all I will miss Africa Magic. I cant believe I spent 2 months and 3 weeks in Nigeria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-1533481579669341900?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/1533481579669341900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=1533481579669341900' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/1533481579669341900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/1533481579669341900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/07/2-months-and-3-weeks-gone.html' title='2 months and 3 weeks gone'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-4311592201577262191</id><published>2007-07-09T19:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:14:07.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She is engaged!</title><content type='html'>So it is official:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is engaged. I wish her well. In this journey called marriage. It takes patience and compromise. Is she really ready to compromise? Spend the rest of her life trusting some one else's judgement or opinion on how she should live her life?&lt;br /&gt;I know her very well.&lt;br /&gt;She has a beautiful heart, wants the best marriage any single young woman would dream off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waited for close to 3 decades for this day, now it is in her face and she is scared pant less( excuse my french).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me about her fears:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Her world practically revolves around her man. In as much as she wants him to do his own things, she always wants to be around him and he thinks she is choking him with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. HE told her that she makes decisions spontaneously without consulting him, it is bringing a wedge between them.Though they love each other but she said she is used to being that way. She can change, she needs to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She had a nasty past relationship and she has become very paranoid. Any slight argument between the two of them, the next thing that comes to her mind is: BREAK UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She is just scared. She looked forward to getting married all her adult life, now that it is staring her in the face, she is SCARED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-4311592201577262191?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/4311592201577262191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=4311592201577262191' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4311592201577262191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4311592201577262191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/07/she-is-engaged.html' title='She is engaged!'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-8758036724369491279</id><published>2007-07-04T17:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:05:10.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To All the ladies In The House</title><content type='html'>A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough money within her control to move outand rent a place of her own,even if she never wants to or needs to... My parents are on my case so I feel like fleeing from them. This is sooo true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something perfect to wear if the employer,or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...So true, i changed my clothes like 5 times before going out with Mr O last week. Shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A youth she's content to leave behind.... not sure about that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A past juicy enough that she's looking forward to re telling it in her old age....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A set of screw drivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra.... The cordless drill will be useful if boyfy is acting up. Simply drill his brains out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One friend who always makes her laugh.. . And one who lets her cry... Thank you delilah 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family.... Oh my arm chair in the UK, I miss you gan o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored.... Well, well well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of control over her destiny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to fall in love without losing herself. So true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to quit a job: Temmy is an expert on this. No more intrest, I let go.&lt;br /&gt;Break up with a lover: Not so easy but can be necesary.&lt;br /&gt;And confront a friend without; ruining the friendship... Trust me on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.. Isnt that sad???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That her childhood may not have been perfect...but its&lt;br /&gt;over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she would and wouldn't do for love or more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow to live alone... even if she doesn't like it... get married or find a flat mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whom she can trust, whom she can't,and why she shouldn't take it personally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she can and can't accomplish in a day...&lt;br /&gt;a month...and a year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally,&lt;br /&gt;Every woman should know she is fearfully and wonderfully made!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-8758036724369491279?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/8758036724369491279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=8758036724369491279' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/8758036724369491279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/8758036724369491279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-all-ladies-in-house.html' title='To All the ladies In The House'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-3230242295528403141</id><published>2007-06-29T17:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T18:04:12.255+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for saving me o BABA.</title><content type='html'>Chineke God, thank you o.&lt;br /&gt;I am having a 3rd and a fourth thought about coming to live in Lagos. Yours truly ran the race of her life today while trying to run from thieves in broad day light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started on a very funny note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I did not feel like standing up. Then I remembered my cousin begged me to go back to Abuja with her by road. I hate travelling, not to talk of doing a 10 hour trip. But I agreed cos I love my cousin pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Was stuck in traffic for close to 3 hours from the house to Ogba. I was already getting pissed but was managing my emotions well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Then got into a cab to take me to Jibowu to book ABC transport to Abuja. Was in the cab for about four hours, eventually got to Ikorodu road only to see people running back and shouting turn back, hide your valuables e.t. c. Temmy don dey nearly piss for pants. Thief, barawo, ole! Mo ti daran. I had some money in my bag, I quickly brought the money out and hid it in the band of my jeans. The speed at which I got out of the cab will shame Carl Lewis, I was out like lightening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I ran like a mad woman. In my head, I was thinking, stray bullet will not cut short my life in Jesus name. I could hear the gun shots from the other side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I stopped where I saw a large crowd and guess who I called? Mr O! Couldn't I have called my cousin? I must really like the man sha. He calmed me down and told me to cross to the other side of the road and get a cab to bring me back to Ikeja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Till I got to Ikeja, I was just panting and thanking God for saving my life. What would have become of Mama Temmy wey don dey see me inside wedding dress or of Wildie who wants to be my Chief Bride's Maid, or of MR O who says he loves me recklessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I rest my case and I say THANK YOU BABA GOD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-3230242295528403141?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/3230242295528403141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=3230242295528403141' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/3230242295528403141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/3230242295528403141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/06/thank-you-for-saving-me-o-baba.html' title='Thank you for saving me o BABA.'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-2675415535972780615</id><published>2007-06-24T15:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:24:25.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Naija 4 U!</title><content type='html'>The wedding has come and gone and I am happy.! Trust Nigerian government never to disappoint themselves. I am yet to understand the reason and the meaning of the four days strike that made us spend so much on fuel only to still agree to the N70/litre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only good thing, at least I was able to sleep very well on Wednesday and Thursday before the wahala for the wedding started on Friday. Anyways, the wedding was grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Bride was in a couture ivory gown.&lt;br /&gt;2.Groom feeling like a bloke in a blue tuxedo.&lt;br /&gt;3.Temmy feeling like a chic in my gold native outfit with orange and black gele.&lt;br /&gt;4.27 Grooms men.And we are talking about tall, dark and handsome blokes!&lt;br /&gt;5.The brides maid were in silver dress with pink sash.&lt;br /&gt;6.Both bride and groom went to the same University so that accounts for the number of guests at the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigerian government nearly spoilt my fun cos my mind was always on how to get fuel for us to leave Ibadan back to Lagos. Each time I looked at the couple and I saw how happy and radiant they looked............. Now I believe that love can actually make the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding pictures????&lt;br /&gt;I was very WARNED by the bride and groom not to put their faces on my BLOG. Can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr O is cool. He was at the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Mt heart will soon burst with luf or is it lurve?&lt;br /&gt;We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-2675415535972780615?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/2675415535972780615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=2675415535972780615' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2675415535972780615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2675415535972780615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/06/naija-4-u.html' title='Naija 4 U!'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-5403672760393293461</id><published>2007-06-12T18:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T19:12:11.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Gist</title><content type='html'>Aight, I must confess I am BORED! Safe for talking to Mr O every hour there is no other thing to do. Oh, I can remember o, i went bowling on thirsday and yeah, I had fun. I was a little tipsy thanks to  2 bottles sminorff ice and suya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding, well, I can't wait for that to come and go. Wahala is 3 much for me jare. Imagine the stress i went through to choose the style for my Aso Ebi, I spent 3 hours with the guy that will sew for me! Chineke, cant do that rubbish again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I got my dress back on Monday and it is erm ...... beauriful. When I wore it..... if you can come for the wedding sha you go see me in my beauty.Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding is on the 23rd, bride and groom are as giddy as 2 rabbit on heat.Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially started dating MR O jare.(Note the word official, remember we already kissed so wetin remain) Whats the point deceiving myself, he has gotten under my skin. As a result of this, yours truly is quickly dashing to Lagos this weekend for a quick visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have got 3 close friends working down the aisle towards the end of the year. Now I have to do that ASO EBI business again. Funmi, I no dey find am funny o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr O asked me what I thought of being his partner for the rest of his journey through life? I am yet to answer. Cos that means, through thick and thin, sickness and good health, when there is money and when there is scarcely enough to manage. Haba! The thought is scary but something in me is saying: you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs up to the blog idol contestants, you guys are doing greatly. If only they made me a judge instead of BimbyLads(Don't tell her o, I don't like her and London Buki any longer)Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temmy will be very busy. The wedding,finding time for Mr O and and of course dedicating a lot of time to my father in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post the rice and eran didin from the wedding to the winner of blog idol o.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-5403672760393293461?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/5403672760393293461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=5403672760393293461' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/5403672760393293461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/5403672760393293461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-gist.html' title='Random Gist'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-1899559013376081555</id><published>2007-06-07T15:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T10:36:06.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean Bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hey peeps,how una all dey. Yours truly went for a comprehensive check up today at the National Hospital. I just wanted to check if my liver and kidneys still dey work perfectly well. Then my sister suggested that we do the HIV test! HIV ke? My liver just cut. I am not promiscuous but things like that just scare me. After psyching myself i agreed to do the test only to be told we are getting the results in 20minutes. I died a second time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Results came out and yours truly tested negative, I went on my knees in the ward thanking Baba God for the results. Will be back in the hospital tomorrow for pap smear and other tests. May God help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mr O came back yesterday, he surprised me. Bush man that he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got this from a friend and I thought to share with you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A relationships coach lays out his 5 golden rules for evaluating the prospects of long-term marital success.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to making the decision about choosing a life partner, no one wants to make a mistake. Yet, with a divorce rate of close to 50percent, it appears that many are making serious mistakes in their approach to finding Mr../Ms.Right!&lt;br /&gt;If you ask most couples who are engaged why they're getting married,they'll say: "We're in love." I believe this is the no 1 mistake people make when they date. Choosing a life partner should never be based on love. Though this may sound not politically correct, there's a profound truth here. Love is not the basis for getting married. Rather, love is the result of a good marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When the other ingredients are right, then the love will come.&lt;br /&gt;Let me say it again:&lt;br /&gt;You can't build a lifetime relationship on love alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a lot more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here are five questions you must ask yourself if you're serious about finding and keeping a life partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUESTION 1: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Do we share a common life purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Why is this so important? Let me put it this way: If you're married for 20 or 30 years, that's a long time to live with someone. What do you plan to do with each other all that time? Travel, eat and jog together? You need to share something deeper and more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;You need a common life purpose. Two things can happen in a marriage. You can grow together, or you can grow apart.&lt;br /&gt;50 percent of the people out there are growing apart.&lt;br /&gt;To make a marriage work, you need to know what you want out of life bottom line-and marry someone who wants the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;QUESTION 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Do I feel safe expressing my feelings and thoughts with this person? This question goes to the core of the quality of your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling safe means you can communicate openly with this person. The basis of having good communication is trust - i.e. trust that I won't get "punished" or hurt for expressing my honest thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;A colleague of mine defines an abusive person as someone with whom you feel afraid to express your thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Be honest with yourself on this one. Make sure you feel emotionally safe with the person you plan to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUESTION 3: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is he/she a mensch?&lt;br /&gt;A mensch is someone who is a refined and sensitive person. How can you test?&lt;br /&gt;Here are some suggestions. Do they work on personal growth on a regular basis? Are they serious about improving themselves?&lt;br /&gt;A teacher of mine defines a good person as "someone who is always striving to be good and do the right thing." So ask about your significant other: What do they do with their time? Is this person materialistic?&lt;br /&gt;Usually a materialistic person is not someone whose top priority is character refinement.&lt;br /&gt;There are essentially two types of people in the world:&lt;br /&gt;People who are dedicated to personal growth and people who are dedicated to seeking comfort. Someone whose goal in life is to be comfortable will put personal comfort ahead of doing the right thing. You need to know that before walking down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUESTION 4:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How does he/she treat other people?&lt;br /&gt;The one most important thing that makes any relationship work is the ability to give. By giving,&lt;br /&gt;we mean the ability to give another person pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Ask: Is this someone who enjoys giving pleasure to others or are they wrapped up in themselves and self- absorbed? To measure this, think about the following:&lt;br /&gt;How do they treat people whom they do not have to be nice to, such as a waiters, bus boy, taxi driver, etc? How do they treat parents and siblings? Do they have gratitude and appreciation? If they don't have gratitude for the people who have given them everything, you cannot you --who can't do nearly as much for them! Do they gossip and speak badly about others? Someone who gossips cannot be someone who loves others. You can be sure that someone who treats others poorly will eventually treat you poorly as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUESTION 5:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything I'm hoping to change about this person after we're married?&lt;br /&gt;Too many people make the mistake of marrying someone with the intention of trying to "improve" them after they're married.&lt;br /&gt;As a colleague of mine puts it, "You can probably expect someone to change after marriage ... for the worse!" If you cannot fully accept this person the way they are now, then you are not ready to marry them.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, dating doesn't have to be difficult and treacherous. The key is to try leading a little more with your head and less with your heart.&lt;br /&gt;It pays to be as objective as possible when you are dating, to be sure to ask questions that will help you get to the key issues.&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is a great feeling, but when you wake up with a ring on your finger, you don't want to find yourself in trouble because you didn't do your homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Another perspective...&lt;br /&gt;There are some people in your life that need to be loved from a distance. It's amazing what you can accomplish when you let go of or at least minimize your time with draining, negative, incompatible, not-going anywhere relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Observe the relationships around you.&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;Which ones lift and which ones lean?&lt;br /&gt;Which ones encourage and which ones discourage?&lt;br /&gt;Which ones are on a path of growth uphill and which ones are going downhill?&lt;br /&gt;When you leave certain people do you feel better or feel worse?&lt;br /&gt;Which ones always have drama or don't really understand, know, or appreciate you?&lt;br /&gt;The more you seek quality, respect, growth, peace of mind, love and truth around you...the easier it will become for you to decide who gets to sit in the front row and who should be moved to the balcony of your life.&lt;br /&gt;An African proverb states, "Before you get married, keep both eyes open, and after you marry, close one eye."&lt;br /&gt;Before you get involved and make a commitment to someone, don't let lust, desperation, immaturity, ignorance, pressure from others or a low self-esteem make you blind to warning signs.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes open, and don't fool yourself that you can change someone or that what you see as faults isn't really that important.&lt;br /&gt;Once you decide to commit to someone, over time their flaws, vulnerabilities, pet-peeves and differences will become more obvious.&lt;br /&gt;If you love your mate and want the relationship to grow and evolve, you've got to learn how to close one eye and not let every little thing bother you.&lt;br /&gt;You and your mate have many different expectations, emotional needs, values, dreams, weaknesses and strengths.&lt;br /&gt;You are two unique individual children of God who have decided to share a life together.&lt;br /&gt;Neither one of you is perfect, but are you perfect for each other?&lt;br /&gt;Do you bring out the best in each other?&lt;br /&gt;Do you compliment and compromise with each other, or do you compete, compare and control?&lt;br /&gt;What do you bring to the relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Do you bring past relationships, past hurt, past mistrust, past pain?&lt;br /&gt;You can't take someone to the altar to alter them. You can't make someone love you or make someone stay.&lt;br /&gt;If you develop self-esteem, spiritual discernment, and "a life" you won't find yourself making someone else responsible for your happiness or responsible for your pain.&lt;br /&gt;Manipulation, control, jealousy, neediness and selfishness are not the ingredients of a thriving, healthy, loving and lasting relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Seeking status, sex, and security are the wrong reasons to be in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;WHAT KEEPS A RELATIONSHIP STRONG IS:&lt;br /&gt;1. TRUST&lt;br /&gt;2. COMMUNICATION&lt;br /&gt;3. INTIMACY&lt;br /&gt;4. A SENSE OF HUMOR&lt;br /&gt;5. SHARING TASKS&lt;br /&gt;6. SOME GETAWAY TIME WITHOUT BUSINESS OR CHILDREN&lt;br /&gt;7. DAILY EXCHANGES (a meal, shared activity, a hug, a call, a touch, a note)&lt;br /&gt;8. SHARING COMMON GOALS AND INTERESTS&lt;br /&gt;9. GIVING EACH OTHER SPACE TO GROW WITHOUT FEELING INSECURE&lt;br /&gt;10. GIVING EACH OTHER A SENSE OF BELONGING AND ASSURANCES OF COMMITMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If these qualities are missing, the relationship will erode as resentment, withdrawal, abuse, neglect, dishonesty and pain WILL replace the passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-1899559013376081555?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/1899559013376081555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=1899559013376081555' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/1899559013376081555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/1899559013376081555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/06/clean-bill.html' title='Clean Bill'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-6392715885165837006</id><published>2007-06-01T18:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T19:31:48.462+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My full name abi??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know say you go wan know.... Anyways I am Temmytayo Abimbola Omo Mr and Mrs A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I was born 28 years ago( yeah, I know I am ancient:my cousin's way of describing people over 25). I started school early enough to leave at age 9. Entered secondary school at 10 years and of cos using &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://36inchesofbrownlegs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;36' s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; words i was bloody flat chested. Not that it really mattered then anyways, I didn't even know the shakara I could do with breasts. They decided to come out when I was in SSS 1. Imagine that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am quite brilliant, well I need to blow my own trumpet now. I had double promotion in primary School, was the best student in my secondary for 3 years running(until i started to read mills and boon). Was the best french speaker/student in Oyo State in 1997. I cannot say''&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; sit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;down''&lt;/span&gt; in french anymore, where all the francais went to, na only God know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hate any form of calcualtion. How I ended up with a degree in Economics I am sure you will wonder. Left Economics for Marketing. It is too sure I might end up a maths lecturer in the next 10 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Temmy can TALK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Temmy is a shoe freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much a bag person, I can carry 1 bag for a whole year without any stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I had my first boyfriend in University, can you imagine, when my some of my friends lost their ''chastity'' at age 15! I guess because chest was flat, the boys were not that attracted, maybe not. It is too late to find out now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;University for me was fun, I was every body's friend. Cute body, a bum to die for, well to sum it up beauty and brains(I hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.memoirsofawildcat.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Delilah 3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;will not get to read this, she thinks she is the one with both qualities).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I met my Ex at uni, we all know the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my NYSC, I had a huge crush on Akinwale the man with the cat eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I grew up to love cars... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Right now I can trade Mr O for the latest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RANGE ROVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have never been a food fan, maybe that is why I still remain a size 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am a hopeless romantic, that accounts for why I have watched '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'There's something about Mary like a thousand times''.&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; As for Maid in Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;, I can repeat the lines after J.Lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used to think that I like music until &lt;strong&gt;Omotola&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Genevieve&lt;/strong&gt; released or rather ''waxed'' their own albums o. If we all call that music then...... (No beef intended o)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amily:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say: Ma famille est fantastique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4 gals and a boy. The funniest family you can ever think of, we make a joke out of everything under the sun. My sisters are best described as chaotic 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We call my father CHAIRMAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yeepa, my mama ! She is called chair girl or call her by her first name: flaky baby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I remember those days when she used to punish us, corporal punishment. My mum can throw anything at you when she is angry. She once beat me with hot orogun(the stick) she removed from the amala she was making for our lunch. I had the mark on my back for a long time. There was a time in my life I thought it wasn't possible she actually gave birth to me. I guess old age has taken all the excess energy away from her. I still love her tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, Indian films.... Then I used to stay up till 12am to watch Indian films on BCOS. Those days of Amar, Akbar and Anthony. With every one I watched, I must cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;As a matter of fact when it comes to crying, Stella Damasus can't beat me o. I cry for anything, cry at weddings, burials, birthdays, a lovey dovey text can make me cry, when my once upon a time very good friend betrayed friendship, I cried, no I wailed loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have known &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.memoirsofawildcat.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wildcat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; all my life, thank God we now live in different countries. The things we did.......................... Story for another day. She is a better story teller, will tell her to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There was a time I was obsessed about English names, I gave myself &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ask me the reason, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And on, I am a very shy person o. When I tell people that I like staying indoors, dem no know say the reason na because I no dey like to be in a crowd. I thought I had gotten over it until this April in Lagos. Mr O begged and begged for like 4 days to take me to the cinema. I kept saying NO, in my heart ehn, I'd rather be with him somewhere quiet than to be in the midst of plenty unknown faces who of course are minding their own businesses o. That is just me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There are 3 important men in my life: My father, my brother and Mr O. The 3 of them can be so annoying o but what can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;T Minx:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't get your sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eh, it's a new MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray it brings us all joy untold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-6392715885165837006?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/6392715885165837006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=6392715885165837006' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6392715885165837006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6392715885165837006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-self.html' title='My Self'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-198962678980432992</id><published>2007-05-22T12:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T16:20:57.184+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Myself And I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Temmy is a very restless person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am already bored out of my skull in Nigeria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;All I do is eat, sleep, go on the net, watch movies. IT IS BORING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The excitement of planning my sister's wedding is wearing out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;She has changed the colour of the Aso Ebi like a billion times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was so bored on Sunday, I had to watch SPIDER MAN 3. I am not a fan of Tobey McGuire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After the movie, all I felt like doing was flying. See my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thank God for the beautiful people that have decided not to abandon me to my fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taurean Minx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; called all the way from Sweden. I appreciate your call babes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Omohemi Benson:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thank you huney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy's Girl&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; We need &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o hang out when i get to Lagos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yinka E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Mr O's best friend) thank you for always checking on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Belle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; For always having time for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biodun:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thank you. I need to come to Atlanta o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;London Buki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;has abandoned me o.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;BIMBYLADS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has a lot going on for now, so she is forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Miss Mr O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho we talk like 10 times in a day but erm.... i don't know jare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the World was mine............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. I will make sure NEPA doesn't take light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. It wont be too sunny for me to take a walk at 2pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. My favourite perfumes are always going to be on sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Ferragamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will live right in my compound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Gucci&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will be renting stores from me, that way i will get freebies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fendi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;will be dating someone in my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7. Donna Karan will have to stop designing anything apart from wallets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8. Every man caught cheating will have his ''thing'' cut off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9. Every woman caught cheating will be discharged and acquitted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simon Cowell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will be my boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;11. George Clooney will be my sugar daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;12. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brad Pitt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my Butler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;13. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jennifer Aniston&lt;/span&gt; will be my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;14.Sarah Jessica Parker will be my personal shopper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;15. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;David Beckham&lt;/span&gt; will be my football tutor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;16. Celine Dion will bemy voice trainer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;17.&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Richard Branson&lt;/span&gt; will be my personal abi na private pilot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;18. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vera the blogger&lt;/span&gt; will be my P.A on social matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;19. Cherub my aburo will be my P.A on spiritual issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;20. Mr O will be my brother&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok, do you need any pointers on how BORED i am? I cant even think of what to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please help me BEG Mr O to reduce his 3 weeks in the UK to 2 weeks o before I....... before I do nothing really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-198962678980432992?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/198962678980432992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=198962678980432992' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/198962678980432992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/198962678980432992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/05/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me Myself And I.'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-250298755408538949</id><published>2007-05-16T18:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T20:30:47.738+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In Abuja</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yours truly is back in Abuja. It was a great relief for me to leave the hustle and bustle of Lagos. Apologies to all Lagosians, una guys too rough for that side o. Coupled with lack of electricity! E don do for me. As a matter of fact, I tried!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you know Temmy very well, you go know say I no too  like to dey fly. Not with all the recent crashes in Nigeria. I no kuku get choice yesterday morning cos I couldn't just subject myself to 8 hours road trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Got to the airport  for 11am, flight was with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AERO CONTRACTORS&lt;/span&gt;. Flight was not till 1.30pm. While I was checking in my bags, i was told that the man after my heart will be on the same flight with us. I went weak in the knees almost immediately. This is a dream coming true.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;King SUNNY ADE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You need to know how much I love this man. It is so bad that at some point in my life I would have traded my EX to marry him and become wife number 35 and trust Temmy I told him so. He is such a pleasant old man. I asked him if he still does all those crazy dance steps and he said to me: ''Ko le tan la ra''(It is a part of me). We sat down together for about 15 minutes with me conducting a mini interview. At last he agreed to come and sing at my wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then I turned round and then it was &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PIUS IKEDIA.&lt;/span&gt; He used to play for SUPER EAGLES. For football lovers, he was once a star! We sat together in the waiting room catching up on football gist. A wonderful guy. Trust Naija now, flight was delayed for an hour! I don't even want to talk about the air hostess that served me drink on the flight......story for another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;MR O AND I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mr O is in the UK at the moment for 3 weeks. I miss him a great deal but since his mum calls me every other day, I have decided not to miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Can someone please warn &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;DESOLA&lt;/span&gt; for me. Where did she come about the gist of Temmy being pregnant. I go swear for her o, big time. As a matter of fact I will send awon Isale Eko boys to go and beat her up. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr O sent me an email today, I so much wish I could share the details with you. Lets say excerpts from the email sha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You know its funny,but i was so sure we were not going hit it off . Like  said I  had given up  on women had no regards for them anymore till i met you.  Still can not explain how you were able to do it,or how some man has not been able to snatch you, I  guess God decided that despite my unbelief, he was going to  make  foolish my wisdom and make me realise why he is   Lord over my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr O, maybe I should tell you that you are  God's answer to my prayers. I told him to bring to me my friend, a brother, someone I can look up to morally, spiritually and in other ways. He brought you to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know and I believe that you mean well for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You have told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You have shown me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&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/4998452757464314719-250298755408538949?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/250298755408538949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=250298755408538949' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/250298755408538949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/250298755408538949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-abuja.html' title='In Abuja'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-7301469376293270009</id><published>2007-05-04T19:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T20:33:08.881+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can Anyone Not Love Him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How can a woman not love HIM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*He is a gentleman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* He is confident&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* He is a provider and protector&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* He is rich and powerful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* He owns everything, there is nothing He wouldn't do for me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* He perfects all things concerning me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anticipates&lt;/span&gt; my wants and needs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Every day He tells me and shows me how much He loves me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* I don't have to perform in order to earn His love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* He keeps all of his promises&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* No one can influence His opinion of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* He is the ultimate intimate partner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* He can't "disown" me because I am a part of Him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* He prepares a table before ME (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* He covers me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt; 't expose me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* He wrote his loving words down so that I'll never forget how He feels about me!NOW THAT'S LOVE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Any man, who wants pointers on how to love a woman, should study GOD! Wake up every day and thank God for being the best "man" in your life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TO ALL THE GOOD AND BEAUTIFUL WOMEN I KNOW!!! BE BLESSED!!!! Each and everyone one of us are going through tough times right now , but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that only He can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, back to O and I.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been fun since I came.&lt;br /&gt;I met his folks..... i.e father, mother and the children. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. I can hear someone say that fast? Na so me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sef&lt;/span&gt; see am o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Temmy&lt;/span&gt; I think is in love or is it just excitement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Temmy&lt;/span&gt; I know is so scared of all that is happening around her at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Temmy&lt;/span&gt; for sure is enjoying every minute of being in Nigeria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don chop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;suya&lt;/span&gt; o, I am not drinking the water.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NEPA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dey&lt;/span&gt; show their skill every minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR O don show me off to every one that he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, trust &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Temmy&lt;/span&gt; not to disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is, I cant say much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;on my&lt;/span&gt; blog o, Mr O don know say I get blog as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;marra&lt;/span&gt; of fact he don read the post i put up about him. "LOVE ME IF YOU DARE''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent me an offline to say, You love me if you dare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;temmy&lt;/span&gt;. The cat is outta the bag, i have to be careful o peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way does anyone know where&lt;a href="http://diversethots.blogspot.com/"&gt; FUNMI &lt;/a&gt;the blogger is? I am getting worried o.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-7301469376293270009?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/7301469376293270009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=7301469376293270009' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7301469376293270009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7301469376293270009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-can-anyone-not-love-him.html' title='How Can Anyone Not Love Him?'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-5434378293728977524</id><published>2007-04-29T15:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T16:31:01.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Home.</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps, Temmy is outta the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Nigeria at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O was at the airport to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging will not be frequent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened in 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be here for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go talk later about what prompted the sudden change of date for my departure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-5434378293728977524?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/5434378293728977524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=5434378293728977524' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/5434378293728977524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/5434378293728977524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-home.html' title='I am Home.'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-2446933675204300418</id><published>2007-04-23T10:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:48:15.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Talk VIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hello peeps, sorry  jare I have been so busy these days. As a matter of fact I am out of my house by 9am and hardly get back before 9pm. Which means, I have been missing out on my beautiful sleeping time of 8.30pm(imagine that). Anyways, shey everybody dey kampe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I no kuku get gist sha but some things wey happen this last week get as e be o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Please kindly inform &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DIAMONDHAWK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that she is no longer my friend. She came to UK and was hanging out only with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LONDONBUKI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am jealous o, really jealous. Tho we spoke a couple of times and she even invited me to come for dinner which I couldn't make but I still dey vex for her. If you know please tell her she is no longer my friend! Period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. As usual, on the floating feeling thanks to O. The best thing that has happened to me in a long time. Uhmn. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SOUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the woman after my heart. Don't I just like when you leave comments on my blog. Thank you dearie. You will write a poem for me o, please. Thank you in advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. Halima the witch in my previous post about the  men in my life just gave birth to a set of twins. Chineke! Uhmn. God knows best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Ex called me on Thursday to say hello, while we were talking i heard someone shouting at him in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Voice: I have told you to stop calling her, if she really loves you why is she not back with you......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At some point the line went dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I later got an sms on my phone from EX. The SMS was sent by whoever was with him. She said and I quote : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't send me romantic sms about love. My girlfriend doesn't like it. Please lets be polite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I laughed for about 5 minutes. No 1. EX no fit send that kind text. ''romantic SMS about love''. Is English part of her problems too? Anyways, as y'all know that Temmy no go take that kind thing easy. I composed my own too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You scum, what guts have you to send a text to my phone? I  despise girls like you that suffer from inferiority complex. If you have any problems with your boyfriend sort it out with him! Maybe he forgot to tell you, I have donated him to scums like you. Yeah, excuse my french! I was just pissed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then I got a call from my friend in Naija last nite, she met EX in the hospital. Hospital ke? wetin happen? That Thursday night, EX and his bilsh had a good fight, the girl used her witch like fangs to design his body. Threw iron at him, missed his eyes, but hit his forehead. Killer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aawgh, she wants to kill him o. Na so I carry fone to call EX . He was sounding like a broken record. He told me how he was brutally attacked by the babe. It was so funny but I couldn't laugh. I said to him, u berra don't beat her cos she go call Police for you in Abuja, she only needs to give them N5000 them go beat you blue back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that he doesn't deserve the stress the girl is giving him.lol  As I was about hanging up, he said to me please always check on me. I pray she doesn't kill me by the time you call back.  Like I care?&lt;br /&gt;I send him go meet her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-2446933675204300418?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/2446933675204300418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=2446933675204300418' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2446933675204300418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2446933675204300418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-talk-viii.html' title='Random Talk VIII'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-7179021528308458918</id><published>2007-04-16T14:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:38:18.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know you are &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WHO&lt;/span&gt; I have been waiting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The only thing I feel now is a floating feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When you talk to me, you make me speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I feel like  I am losing my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It would have been a gruelling life if I had stuck with my Ex, if you can actually make me feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don;t want to live my life without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't think anyone can appreciate me better than you have done in 16 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No one has ever made me feel this way before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Baby, you got me good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can hear someone saying, Temmy, isn't this too early and too fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He knows my worth, he knows he is going to be a fool to let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ehen, I need to start blogging about other things o. Kai, I go soon bore you all to death with my love story. Festival of Life was cool Friday night. I don tell Papa God that 2007 is my year o, na only me catch all the prophesies. I am selfish, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-7179021528308458918?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/7179021528308458918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=7179021528308458918' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7179021528308458918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7179021528308458918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/04/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-6990054026272787651</id><published>2007-04-10T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T13:15:33.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Blues..............</title><content type='html'>Sincere apologies to all the men in the house, you are all invited to my parry o. Just that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LondonBuki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; never tell us the date yet. Even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Desola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that is meant to contact the musician sef no talk anything. Can't leave comment on her blog? Chic warris happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hmnnn, you all want to know about &lt;strong&gt;O &lt;/strong&gt;I am sure. Gbeborun, y'all are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O &lt;/strong&gt;is not the &lt;strong&gt;O &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bimbylad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is thinking about o. &lt;strong&gt;O &lt;/strong&gt;happens to be my friend's brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It all started the night of our blogger meet in London. He saw me on Saturday at my friend's wedding(his younger sister) and became hooked to my foine face! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bimby and Law&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am sure you have a faint idea who O is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, I am glad that I didn't make up with my EX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am dying to tell you about him but then I am trying not to jinx this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He was with me. We walked half of London without knowing, we held hands, laughed, chased ourselves, i kept hitting me on the back cos he made me laugh so hard that tears came out of my eyes. (To imagine that I thought EX was the only person that can make me laugh that hard).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Got back home and my Ex's sister that came to spend the Easter break with me already made fried rice. Ok, I did introduce them. At that point when I did, without feeling anyhow, I knew it was bye bye to my love for Ex for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temmy loves Naijafilms: He does too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temmy loves  music: He is into it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temmy catches cold easily: He does too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temmy would stay at home on a weekend than do any other thing:OMG, he feels the same way!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temmy doesn't like chocolates: He does not. He don commot all his teeth finish. Good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is, he likes most things that I adore. What else does a woman want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He came to see me again.&lt;br /&gt;We watched a Naija film together.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about our past relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then we kissed. It was brief. How it happened, I can't remember now. I am glad we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left around10pm. Called me at midnite. We were on the fone till 3am.&lt;br /&gt;Dozed in church. Kept smiling to myself. Silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sunday Night: He left the UK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning: he was the first person I spoke to.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole of yesterday on the fone with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;For whatever reason that O is in my life, I thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temmy will be back to normal blog gist's if she is able to get O out of her mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-6990054026272787651?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/6990054026272787651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=6990054026272787651' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6990054026272787651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6990054026272787651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-blues.html' title='Easter Blues..............'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-7959607844634429660</id><published>2007-04-05T13:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T14:02:33.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My 100th post on blogger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don try o. Drum roll please. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BimbyLads&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do I see you spraying me back my dollars. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LawDamsel&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;come and shake your cute ikebe to celebrate with me. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LondonBuki&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; come help plan the parry. Vickii, I need idea on where to get dresses for the ushers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desola&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;can you please contact Tosin Martins to come and sing for us. KSA is not bad sha, if he go gree. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diamond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you will say the opening prayers. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherub&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my dear aburo I reserve the closing prayer specially for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miguel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will give the opening speech. And of course the MC is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olawunmi&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; LondonNaijaChic&lt;/span&gt; will be co anchor of programme.&lt;br /&gt;My Own party has closing speech o and I reserve the honour to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JAYCEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ushers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Simply Gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Teva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Overwhelmed Naija Babe (come show off ur long legs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;36inches of brown legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;YankeeNaijaChic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Omosewa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Smoothvibes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Daddy's Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Zaiprincessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;RoseTintedGlasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Biodun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mamas of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Calabar Gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Funmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;FavouredGirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don't tell those mamas of the day, I made them mamas cos they are married so them go sabi out to cook very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOASCM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You need to preach and save souls that day o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veralistic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:chairwoman of the event. Seeing the pictures of her grandma's parry. She is fit for this role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wildcat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: My bestest friend is going to give the vote of thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Ehen jare, I am in love: round and round I go. I lose control, am in love. Whoever sang that song deserves a pat on the head, a kiss on the nose. That is exactly how I am feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went for an interview today and yours truly was thinking about a man! If I don't get that job it is all my fault o. While typing this post, he called again. Details of what he told me, I shall not disclose. I am locking them up in my heart for life, whether I date him or not he has opened a page in my life that no hurt or heart break can close again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back after Easter to tell you more about O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, is there anyone out there that believes in Love at first sight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-7959607844634429660?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/7959607844634429660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=7959607844634429660' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7959607844634429660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7959607844634429660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-100th-post.html' title='My 100th Post'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-728912372777335101</id><published>2007-04-03T16:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T16:38:53.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me If You Dare............</title><content type='html'>To You O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You have given me a new reason to believe in LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You have all the qualities I want in a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You told me yesterday that I talk with my eyes( I have been talking in front of the mirror since)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You said to me that my figure is fantastic (tho London Buki thinks otherwise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That I shouldn't add weight, (bimby lads, u see am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That I am going to be fat by the time I have kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I can not believe that I spent 4 hours on the phone with a guy I just met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The moment I saw you, I knew I was hooked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You brought out a part of me that I never knew existed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For the first time, I thanked God for letting me have the courage not to go back to my EX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Last night, after you sent another sms at 2am, I told myself: where have you been all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why didn't I meet you 3 years ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why do you have to leave so soon after meeting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know that you are leaving the UK on Sunday, If I could stop you.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;If you ever dare to love me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the wind beneath your wings&lt;br /&gt;I promise to stick with you&lt;br /&gt;I will make US work against all odds&lt;br /&gt;I will always believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to love me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I dare you O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-728912372777335101?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/728912372777335101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=728912372777335101' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/728912372777335101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/728912372777335101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-me-if-you-dare.html' title='Love Me If You Dare............'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-3567828363778634478</id><published>2007-04-01T14:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T15:24:32.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So, she caught the bouquet..........................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was not able to fool any one today, thought of doing April fool for my mum but then i thought berra. Don't want her to have heart attack at her tender age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh yeah, I had a blast yesterday at Tolu's wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Bride:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I met Tolu 2 years ago and she has been my sweet little thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;She is a darling, ever smiling, never angry(at least with moi), chitty chatty. All in all Ayo just got a package sha by marrying Tolu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The wedding took place in Barking, and it took me about 3 and half hours to get to the venue. Cab driver did not have a satellite navigator, he was driving and feeling like he knows where he were going. Annoying thing is the man is about 60 years old and insulting him was just out of the issue. To make matters worse, he was chewing gum like a woman and I just wanted to slap him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going round and round, my gele even came apart in the process we got the venue peacefully. Praise God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now it was time for me to start looking for the lady in red shoes!(bimbylads). Eventually i saw them:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIMBYLADS&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LAWDAMSEL.&lt;/span&gt; We have some very beauriful gals on blogger o. And shey the good part is we all went to the dance floor to show our skills jare. I beat them hands down, abi I lie bimby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ehen, to the gist of the day. I have been chief brides maid thrice, bride's maid countless times and I always run from the bouquet. Thou shall not catch the bouquet was my slang at weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sometimes last year, something told me that this idea of always a brides maid and never a bride no go work o,at 29, I don old jare. Na so I don prepare all my jumping cum diving skills that by force i must catch the bouquet at this wedding o. Even if it involves removing some one's arm in the process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tolu threw the bouquet and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I CAUGHT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Not that I actually caught, it fell down in front of me and i grabbed it. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So I officially announce that Temmy is walking down the aisle this year o in Jesus name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotos: that will mean, temmy is no longer anonymous, then you will also get to see Bimbylads and Lawdamsel. Nah mates! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Off to the blogger dinner date, will keep ya all posted. Will post about Akinwale in a couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOUL:&lt;/span&gt; you are a gem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-3567828363778634478?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/3567828363778634478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=3567828363778634478' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/3567828363778634478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/3567828363778634478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-she-caught-bouquet.html' title='So, she caught the bouquet..........................'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-6648851804611124384</id><published>2007-03-30T13:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T18:23:02.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OLUWATOSIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oluwatosin Tajudeen...............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah, I met Tosin when I was in my year 2 in the University. Tosin is the playboy that every sane girl runs from, but not your Temmy! He was in year 1 then but he was well known in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For his good looks.&lt;br /&gt;2. He is a charmer, with words and expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I fell for him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a slight stutter that gets bad when he is excited or angry. I found that very sexy. You can imagine how funny he gets when he is trying hard to explain something to me. For one, I always feign innocence and he goes on and on telling me the same thing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started dating. My first ever boyfriend..... I was in Part 2 in UNI. Didn't I just really take my time getting one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. He is a lovely person. He comes to my faculty just to tell me that he thinks I am the best thing that ever happened to him. Ok, Just because I have dark skin no mean say I no dey blush o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We were together for 10 months and then Tosin wanted more............&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ko ma ti ya ke. Wait now, the boy no gree hear me. Monkey. He wanted to take my cherished innocence away without my consent. I no go gree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, he came to see me in my hostel. We were in Luluagi's room, gisting. Then he pounced on me. Haba, even if you want to rape me, have the decency of doing it in my own room now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gboa! Came the sound, that was Temmy Slapping Tosin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the boy was going to beat me green and yellow cos black and blue will be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na so the boy rub his cheeks, gave me a peck on my forehead and left, here I was curled in one corner of the room expecting the bashing of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He sent his friends to beg, said I slapped him but never told anyone what he wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't say it either, I knew going back to him will be to my own detriment. The boy will not only rape me, he will also get me pregnant and refuse to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shebi na me now, we got back together!(yeah, i am silly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we break up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wildcat&lt;/span&gt; comes in. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wildcat &lt;/span&gt;never supported me dating him cos he is Muslim. Do you want to become an Alhaja was always her song. One day, Wildie and I were in my house when she used style to tell my mama that Tosin is a MUSLIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeepa, come hear as Mama Temmy started: Lailai not in this house, your father is an elder in the church, you want to disgrace him abi. Biko, who is talking about marriage. I was then in Year 3 in Uni. See me see wahala o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;With Mama Temmy On your case, there is no way one will not succumb to her wishes, she will not give you breathing space until you do her wish. I left Tosin for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1.5 years with Tosin was fun,&lt;br /&gt;1. He made me feel like a queen.&lt;br /&gt;2. Because of his stutter, I learnt to listen well to people. The normal me, is hyperactive and a parrot.&lt;br /&gt;3. He made me value friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehen, i nearly forgot this part o. In the 1st 2 months of my relationship with Tosin, there is this babe in my class. Lets call her Halima the witch.&lt;br /&gt;She came to me one day and said to me, why do you like Tosin so much, do you think he feels the same way about you? Tosin is a playboy o, in fact I know 2 girls that he is dating presently. I can take you to their rooms if you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;No thanks, bitch! Actually bilsch is the right word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't wait to grab Tosin when we broke up. I am sure she it all planned from day one. Emere omo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;They are married now, how she did it I am still trying to figure out. His best friend didn't go for the wedding. Said he was sure Tosin is under an influence. Lol&lt;br /&gt;She is4 years older than Tosin and already looks like his mum, but I have heard that Love is blind. Their own LOVE is dead blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Temmy remains a friend of the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-6648851804611124384?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/6648851804611124384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=6648851804611124384' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6648851804611124384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6648851804611124384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/03/oluwatosin_27.html' title='OLUWATOSIN'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-4558618517380420148</id><published>2007-03-26T13:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T14:29:45.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Temmylicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello peeps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I sort of stirred up controversy with my last post abi. No be my fault. I guess i was just shocked ni. Sincere apologies to all of ya that was not warned about the content of the page you were about to view. E ma binu o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; big thank you to everyone that has been a pillar of support for me, either by sms or phone call or emails. You don;t know how much you have encouraged me, thanks a bunch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Remember that Papa and Mama Temmy gave me the ultimatum to get married in May 2007 and as the date was looming  I began to fidget and fear for my dear life. A few days before I went off blogger, Mama Temmy called me and said, make up your mind if you are going to marry this boy or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, great question. Do I really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2 days later, I heard from grape vine that the babe Ex cheated on me with has relocated to Nigeria. Relocate ke? Where is she now? Abuja. This babe means business. Kudos to her for her guts abi.  Being Detective Temmy in action, I got to know that Ex was not aware of her plans to relocate as she had lived in the states for 15 years and always said she was never going to live in Nigeria again. How did I hear all these: from Ex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Temmy wanted to go to mad, shey i was playing hard to get to test the waters. To know if the guy still loves or just wants me back because of my cute backside and ever smiling face.lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Now that Madam O don go Naija wetin man pickin go do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For the 1st week, i was a walking zombie. I even disgraced you lot one day like that o. I was taking a walk on my street,listening to my ipod and started crying in the rain! Imagine, omo disgrace. Sorry all,my bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then I called my mum and told her the latest ''security'' report. She then said to me: Don't blame yourself for whatever is not right in your life at the moment. Whatever is yours will definitely be yours. Sho ti gbo oko mi, pele ma ro inu mo(have you heard me my dear, stop thinking). That did it.That night i went to the cinema with the gals and boy we had fun baje baje. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am going to blog about 3 guys that have shaped my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oluwatosin(the Muslim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Akinwale ( my great crush)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abiodun( My Ex)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The ways they have improved my personality is awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-4558618517380420148?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/4558618517380420148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=4558618517380420148' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4558618517380420148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4558618517380420148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/03/temmylicious.html' title='Temmylicious'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-6817137458208191723</id><published>2007-03-20T14:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:04:53.388+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is A Disgrace To Nigerians!</title><content type='html'>I wasnt going to blog, but then just take a look at this:&lt;br /&gt;This is absolutely disgusting, considering that people actually know this guy way back in Obodo Nigeria.&lt;br /&gt;What Greed can lead to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imoh-udoh.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://imoh-udoh.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-6817137458208191723?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/6817137458208191723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=6817137458208191723' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6817137458208191723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6817137458208191723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-disgrace-to-nigerians.html' title='This Is A Disgrace To Nigerians!'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-2343431652760132802</id><published>2007-03-11T17:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T13:22:47.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For The World's Greatest Mum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How have I been? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have been through all the phases there are....&lt;br /&gt;In the past weeks, I have been moody, I have been happy, I have been very happy, I have been sad, I have cried, I have felt so unloved, so lonely, so miserable. I have felt foolish, stupid and everything that you can imagine. I find myself in deep tears while praying. I find myself laughing out loud sometimes for no reason. Then I cry when I listen to some songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Never try listening to Toni Braxton when you are hurting and smarting from a breakup, you can as well just stab yourself and watch yourself bleed to death. lol. It wasn't easy but the time off was surely worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Coming back today was basically because of my mum. It is mother's day todayin the UK and of cos I remember how strong she has been in the face of trouble, for me and for my siblings. Mummy, this is for you&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mummies are the bum!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When you were 1 year old she fed and bathed you and the best way to thank her was by crying all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 2 she taught you to walk and you paid her back by running away when ever she called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 3 , she made all your meals with love but you thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 4, she gave you crayons but you thanked her by coloring the white sofa in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 5, she got you all dressed up for that party but you thanked her by spilling drinks on it before the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 6 she walked you to school, you thanked her by screaming ''I AM NOT GOING''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 7 she bought you a base ball, but well you thanked her by throwing it through the next door neighbour's window. Very cool....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 8 she bought you ice cream, you thanked her by dripping it over your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 9 she paid for your piano lessons, you thanked her by never even bothering to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 10 she drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastics and from one party to another. You thanked her by jumping outta the car and never looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 15, she came from work looking for a hug but you thanked her by locking your door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 20, she asked if you were seeing any one else but you thanked her by saying it is none of her business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 24 she met your fiance and asked about your plans for the future and you growled muuu-ther please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 25 she paid for your wedding , she cried and told you how deeply she loved you.You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 30 she called with some advice in regard to the baby, you thanked her by saying that things a different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 40 she called you to remind you of a relatives birthday but you thanked her by saying you were really ''busy''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 50 she fell ill, and needed you to take care of her, you thanked her reading out the burden that parents become to their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one day she quietly died and everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If she is still around, never forget to love her more than ever....&lt;br /&gt;If she is passed on, never forget her love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only have one mother in your life time........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will blog more about my 20 days off blogger in a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I missed you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-2343431652760132802?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/2343431652760132802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=2343431652760132802' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2343431652760132802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2343431652760132802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-world-greatest-mum.html' title='For The World&apos;s Greatest Mum'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-2486991437259574574</id><published>2007-02-26T15:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T15:17:36.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Turn Back....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I could turn back the hands of time.........................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe things would have been very different,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe I won't be feeling this way,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe I won't have to be so scared,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe, just Maybe...............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I will be away for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-2486991437259574574?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/2486991437259574574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=2486991437259574574' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2486991437259574574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2486991437259574574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-i-could-turn-back.html' title='If I Could Turn Back....'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-7404853066054798804</id><published>2007-02-21T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:47:06.352+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He asked me........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I said YES!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am so excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How he asked: I was downstairs in the kitchen washing the plates we just used.&lt;br /&gt;I got back upstairs and met him dancing to Al Green's I dont wanna be lonely. I started dancing with him, then the song changed to WILL YOU MARRY ME? He went down on his knees and asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I screamed YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I cry? NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Spoil sport. Most women cry now abi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Congratulations to Funmi and Wole o jare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1 down babe, we have 3 more to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is not a good one. I told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.memoirsofawildcat.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wildcat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; that enough is enough o but she didnt listen to me. I warned her o, see what she has got her self into. Agreed, I know I am partly to be blamed for initiating her into the blog ville but then...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remeber that a few posts back, I told you that she will be getting married soon abi. After staying on her neck for some weeks, she started to blog and her imagination became to wild for her to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way, her husband to be got hold of the URL and she could have denied but seeing Temmy's name she couldnt even dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Just before I posted this, the guy called me to tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Thank you for being a wonderful friend to his wife''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Chineke, na play now, the gal no meet any cowboy, shuo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Do you think she actaully had sex with a virtual stranger???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Do you think she can do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na so I dey ask am questions o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobo ti vex o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to start a petition board for him to forgive her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I asked him, I hope you are not calling off the wedding( heart beating fast now).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Of course not, I love her(smiling now) but I need to teach her a lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but please tender justice with mercy your highness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never allow your imagination to run away from your grips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wildie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;is down with flu but I know the truth, she is suffering from Husby to be's wrath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am particularly happy,please don't tell her o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as a good friend I stayed on the phone for over an hour trying to console her. What are friends for anyways if not to get each other into trouble and then look for a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-7404853066054798804?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/7404853066054798804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=7404853066054798804' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7404853066054798804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7404853066054798804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/02/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-3762122565450887906</id><published>2007-02-19T11:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T12:40:24.032+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Strength of a Woman</title><content type='html'>The Strength of a woman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malachi  3:3 says: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"He will sit as a refiner and purifier of  silver."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This verse  puzzled some women in a Bible study and they wondered what this statement meant  about the character and nature of  God.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One of the  women offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the  group at their next Bible  Study.   That week,  the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She  didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity  about the process of refining silver.    As she  watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat  up.  He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in  the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the  impurities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The woman  thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then she thought again about  the verse that says:  "He sits as a refiner and purifier of  silver."She asked  the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the  whole time the silver was being refined.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man  answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had  to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver  was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be  destroyed. The woman  was silent for a moment.  Then she asked the silversmith, "How do you know  when the silver is fully refined?" He smiled  at her and answered, "Oh, that's easy -- when I see my image in  it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If today  you are feeling the heat of the fire, remember that God has his eye on you and  will keep watching you until He sees His image in  you. Pass this  on right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This very moment, someone needs to know that God is watching  over them. And,  whatever they're going through, they'll be a better person in the  end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Life  is a coin.  You can spend it anyway you wish, but you can only spend it  once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh by the way, I spent this weekend with HIM. And it was awesome. We talked at length about how much I have not trusted and believed HIM lately. Being the nice bloke that He is, he told me I am forgiven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My half bottle of Moet as well, went down last night with fried rice. For those that know me so well, I am a good cook, the whole flat was just smelling like a 5 star hotel kitchen! I sure know how to enjoy my single life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am tired of that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://boodaman.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tunde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; boy trying to come in between my new found love and I. For your info dude, Ayo sent me a love text yesterday.It says: Temmy, life will be incomplete without you, don't mind Tunde. He is just jealous!!! Jump into the river in PH for all I care my dear. Is it because I have not told you that I am actually using Ayo to get to you.lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stipulations.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Biodun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have sent my email address, lets hook up before you to Naija. I am sure you will have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Can somebody please tell me why some spineless idiots that call themselves men beat up their girlfriends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am not going to blog about this but I think such creatures deserves death sentence preferably by hanging . A man that beats up a woman is not a MAN in my own dictionary, he is a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-3762122565450887906?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/3762122565450887906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=3762122565450887906' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/3762122565450887906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/3762122565450887906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/02/strength-of-woman.html' title='Strength of a Woman'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-5227899294896495916</id><published>2007-02-15T10:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T15:35:25.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God for Arsenal!</title><content type='html'>How I spent yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Woke up at 6.55am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Got to work 8.55am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Did blog rounds for 1 hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Started work but checking blogger as well in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Went for lunch break at 2pm with my girl Tokky. She got me the top I have been eyeing since December. Luv ya loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Left the office 5pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Went to check for a white shirt, only saw expensive ones, £85 for a white shirt! Why? I'd rather spend that on a shoe. Did not buy eventually anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Got home 6.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Took a long shower, fried plantain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Set me self a dish of rice, chicken and plantain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brought out my Moet from the fridge(stole it from pop's luggage when he came to London some weeks back).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Switched off the light in the room. I played a Nigerian(yoruba) movie. Not a sad one tho. Just so hilarious, trust Nigerian babes wanting to act posh. A la saying ''wulzup'', fried hegg(egg), ''you didn't told me you were coming''.Alright, enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered Arsenal was going to play Bolton. By then, I was getting tipsy on my Moet. By the time Arsenal lost the first penalty i was half way drunk! lol. I love football but erm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emptied by glass and and when i tried to stand up to go to the bathroom, I knew I was in for it. My TV became 3. Well done Temmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mum called: I picked up and the next thing she said is, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;omo baba e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have been drinking&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; That woman, she knows me too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yeah, my father drinks only champagne and I grew up to love champagne. Like he always says, if you ever want to drink, drink the best wine. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switched off my phones and gbam,na my alarm wake me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spicymiguel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miggie&lt;/a&gt; is very right. That is valentine for a single babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-5227899294896495916?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/5227899294896495916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=5227899294896495916' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/5227899294896495916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/5227899294896495916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/02/thank-god-for-arsenal.html' title='Thank God for Arsenal!'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-467454509728811173</id><published>2007-02-13T16:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T12:00:18.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It is all about love today</title><content type='html'>Today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I remember:&lt;br /&gt;Our first kiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Our first dinner date,&lt;br /&gt;The first party we went to,&lt;br /&gt;The first wedding we attended together,&lt;br /&gt;The first church service we both went to,&lt;br /&gt;The first New Year we spent together,&lt;br /&gt;The first card he gave to me,&lt;br /&gt;The first gift i got on our first valentine together,&lt;br /&gt;The first time i slept over at his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the way I cried when he was posted to Akwa Ibom and I was posted to Yobe for NYSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I remember that I nearly killed my mum to have both of us redeployed to Abuja&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I remember how I jumped on him after NYSC.He came to check me in Abuja like 4 times and I never stepped Akwa-Ibom.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I remember how my heart flips each time i receive a text message from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I remember the day he introduced me to his mum and two weeks later his sisters, oh my! They were fussing over me. I don't blame them now, I am an angel and people come across angels once in a life time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The expression on his face when I said i was going to see if i can date him way back in 2001,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The expression on his face when I eventually agreed was priceless,&lt;br /&gt;The expression on his face the first time i swore at someone,&lt;br /&gt;The expression on his face the first day I had a nasty menstrual cramp,&lt;br /&gt;The expression on his face the day I fainted in church and was rushed to the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;The expression on his face the day i was leaving Nigeria to come to the UK, we knew i was going to be away for at least a year and half. I ran back after 6 months tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, remember the expression on his face when i said NO I can't possibly marry you. Not after his betrayal of trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I remember what he told me the night of the 14th of January: I have done everything possible to let you know that I love you and I am sorry I hurt you. If you are meant for me, I believe you will come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I remember today that i was once hopelessly in love with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I remember today that I have not met any guy I can compare to/with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today I feel so much in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that is it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;And Of Cos:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my lovies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Gbenga (my cousin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Jerry Boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-467454509728811173?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/467454509728811173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=467454509728811173' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/467454509728811173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/467454509728811173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-is-all-about-love-today.html' title='It is all about love today'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-6446832714803144862</id><published>2007-02-12T11:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T11:40:11.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Tag and Confession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Three things I do not want to experience: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Losing my wallet. You need to know that i have everything about me in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. Loss of my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. A failed marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Three people who make me laugh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. My younger brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. My best friend boy and girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. My Ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Three things I love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. Naija Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3. Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Three things I hate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. Irritants( as in human beings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2.Wannabes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. Betrayal of trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Three things I don’t understand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;1. The reason why people fall in love and deeply too.(is it because God is love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;2. Rugby. (duh!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;3. Why men drool over Beyonce(it is beef, i know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Three things on my desk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. My handbag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. A bottle of Lucozade boost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. My 3 phones.( I run a call centre, lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Three things I’m doing right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Typing this ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2.Wondering why He didn't pick up last night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. Thinking about the dress i will wear for Tolu's wedding&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Three things I want to do before I die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Travel ,travel and travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Work in a foreign Organization. UN, UNESCO,WHO, World Bank..e.t.c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Build a hostel in my name in my Uni in Nigeria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Three things I can do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Sleep well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Love Unconditionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Plan events. ( Will still have an event planning outfit before I knock on 40)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Three things you should listen to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. Any advise from parents(sometimes they may be wrong, but they have been there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. Your spirit man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. Your self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Three things you should never listen to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Pessimists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Ignorant people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Three things I’d like to learn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Salsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. How to forget about my past mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. To play the piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Three beverages I drink regularly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. Lucozade Boost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Three TV shows I watched on NTA as a kid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;1. Ripples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;2.Supple Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;3. Checkmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Three Books I read as a kid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. Nancy Drew series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. Pacesetters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3. Mills and boon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I confess that I'm not a happy bunny today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I confess that I'm in love with my job tho I am being made redundant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I confess that when he didn't pick up last night, i cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I confess that i have been very prayerful lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I confess that I'm tired of not knowing what tomorrow holds in stock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I confess that I'm going to start my wedding website today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I confess that i am just lying, there is no reason to start one just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I confess that i am so much into my Ipod that i wanted to cry when it froze on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I confess that I have disowned Delilah3. I love the silly gal!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I confess that I will not buy shoes till September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I confess that is a lie because I have 3 weddings coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I confess that I will stop stalking HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I confess that I will do all of the above: because I said so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All done now, do you need a soothsayer to tell you that I am bored?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-6446832714803144862?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/6446832714803144862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=6446832714803144862' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6446832714803144862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6446832714803144862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/02/3-tag-and-confession.html' title='3 Tag and Confession.'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-6359626996373351514</id><published>2007-02-08T11:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T10:48:23.719+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick one</title><content type='html'>I got my best(not anymore) girl friend to start blogging. The only way she thought to pay me back is to wash our dirty linen in public. Read about it &lt;a href="http://www.memoirsofawildcat.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. She truly is a wild cat. Thank God for snow in London, an excuse not to go to work. Yipeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out for blog rounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-6359626996373351514?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/6359626996373351514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=6359626996373351514' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6359626996373351514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/6359626996373351514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/02/quick-one.html' title='Quick one'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-54145995560081445</id><published>2007-02-07T10:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T11:13:40.447+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MAN WANTED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boyfriend wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing date for application is the 10th of February 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Interview on the 11th and 12th of February.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Apply with reasonable credentials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Application resumes again on the 25th of November( a week to my birthday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boodaman.blogspot.com/2007/02/hibachi.html"&gt;Tunde&lt;/a&gt; finished me here. He is trying to discourage me from getting married to his brother. Ko yo fun. I am going to perfect all my feminine acts on Ayo whenever I see him, girlfriend ko, woman friend ni. Ayo needs to see my J-Lo figure and gone is he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BELLE&lt;/span&gt; said she was going off blogger, I have not been able to open her page. Or am I the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Short one, neck deep in office work. And the fools are still making me redundant o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-54145995560081445?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/54145995560081445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=54145995560081445' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/54145995560081445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/54145995560081445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/02/man-wanted.html' title='MAN WANTED.'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-2344221541944052932</id><published>2007-02-04T11:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:10:07.508+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, life......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now my best friend(male) has made me believe in the act of life continues. Let me start by saying I have 2 best friends. A man and a woman, at 30 years and both getting married in a few months I shouldn't be calling them boy and girl again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My best friend boy is awesome and I LOVE HIM ever so dearly. How did he manage to become my best friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sef&lt;/span&gt;, years ago when I was in my year 2 in Uni was when we met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really can't remember now but he was really ''chasing '' me then. I was so attracted to him as well but hid it perfectly well. After about 4 months of hide and seek, we started a relationship that lasted for 3 weeks. Life is tough! The 3 weeks was fun, always together, lunch and dinner was one thing we never missed having together. Then out of the blues one day I went to check him at home only to find all his flatmates outside, after the normal pleasantries one of them offered to take me out because the person I came to see is yet to come back from school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haba&lt;/span&gt;, with his car parked outside...... life life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and 30 minutes later, he was knocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His Story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart, I am really sorry and I really shouldn't be telling you this. There is this girl I have been asking out for a year now, out of the blues she agreed to be mine. Now I am so torn between....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shut up idiot I screamed! If you like her then go for her, I definitely do not deserve someone that still have the hots for someone else. Get out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, I left for home to cry on my mum's shoulders.Spent a week at home and by the time I got back to school I had forgiven him. Talk about parental therapy: highlighting that he definitely isn't a correct person! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Somehow, we resolved the differences and we became really close. After Uni, we both started working not so far away from one another in Abuja. Sometimes he picks me up from work and sometimes I pick him up. He never missed having dinner at my place, he became very close to my sisters and Ex. He Then in September 2003 the girlfriend met someone new and she moved on&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me to say we should go for lunch, well that is kinda normal. When I got downstairs, I saw my friend looking so forlorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Temmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Ki lode Mr Man? Why you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;dey&lt;/span&gt; bone face for your person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bestfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; E don happen o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Temmy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Wetin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Bestfrien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: She left me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Temmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Who left you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bestfriend&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Lola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Temmy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (started to laugh like a mad woman). Babes, I am sorry but it was just funny. My pound of flesh at last! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was shaking so badly and I had to take the keys from him. When we got to our usual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;amala&lt;/span&gt; spot, best friend just started to cry. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Omo&lt;/span&gt; disgrace, I quickly turned his car around and drove him back to my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the period while he mourned his loss, I was his support. He wouldn't dare cry in front of his boys, with me he cried, he wailed, he sobbed. He was a normal person, he wasn't trying to ''form'' MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut long story short before I bore you all to death. He met a younger girl in 2004.I teased endlessly about the age difference, he is 7 years older but the babe is really matured.Last night he called me at midnight to say that he just proposed to her and she accepted. They are getting married in June on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Temmy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; hello sweets,it's midnight u no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;dey&lt;/span&gt; sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: Shut up monkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Temmy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Gorilla, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; o. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;dey&lt;/span&gt; go church tomorrow I no get time for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;gists&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: for real??(being very sarcastic now)Idiot. My friend, Dee has agreed to marry me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Temmy&lt;/span&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;Sleep clearing fro my eyes in 2 seconds flat). When did that happen(screaming).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: Why are u making noise now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;oko&lt;/span&gt;(bush woman).Just now, you are the first person we are telling. It is a pity you can' t be the best man but when the boys are prostrating for her parents you will sure join us now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Temmy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; you are sick, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;abeg&lt;/span&gt; give phone to Dee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;jare&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This morning my best friend then sent a text: You know that you are my life time addiction,we have come a long way, I know when you are happy and I know when you are trying hard to be happy. Give O.A another chance. He is truly sorry and you know it. I love you. P.S He loves you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To answer your questions: Ex picked up and I have apologised to him. He sent an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; this morning: your best friends are getting married in June. What are you, I mean what are we waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied: your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;He replied: I will tell him to propose to his girlfriend tonight. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe This Is Why I Am Who I Am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your Birthdate: December 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're so intuitive, it's like you have a sixth, seventh, and eighth sense.You connect with others freely and easily - and you tend to have many best friends.Warm and caring, it's hard for you to close your heart to anyone.Affection is like air for you - you need to give and receive it to survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Your strength: Your universal compassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your weakness: Your unpredictable mood swings (so damn right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your power color: Mauve ( what is that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your power symbol: Butterfly (well, i don't really like 'em.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Your power month: February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-2344221541944052932?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/2344221541944052932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=2344221541944052932' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2344221541944052932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2344221541944052932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-life.html' title='Life, life......'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-8424991530362056291</id><published>2007-02-01T10:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T18:25:52.071+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is A New Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dear Daddy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I thank you for a new month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The beginning of new things in my life. The beginning of greater heights and hope of expanding me beyond the coast I am right now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, I thank you for keeping me safe for the past 31 days, I thank you for forgiving my sins, I thank you for loving me unconditionally, I thank you for being the rock that I have been leaning on, I thank you for the things that you are still going to do for me this year and most especially this February. Thank you Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I now proceed to the things that are very urgent daddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. I need another job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Speak to my parents so that they will encourage me in doing the course I have always wanted to do(which they both don't particularly like). I need him to pay the £13,500 for the course. As a matter of fact this is the most important prayer point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Make my sister's wedding a success and her marriage a greater success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. My cousin has been married for 8 years without a child, Lord please hear her prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5.All my single friends are not giving me peace o, T.A, B.T,E.A, L.O, and F.A, father they are all knocking on 30 please grant the desires of their hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. Teach me and help me to make the best decision regarding my issue with O.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7. Grant me favour with men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8. Protect me, my family and friends(blog friends too) in this new month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, give me the grace to love you more, to study your words more, and take faithlessness away from my life. Thank you for answered prayers in Jesus mighty name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am very sure I am starting February on a good note. Watch out for many posts that will be full of my testimonies to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, that &lt;a href="http://verastic.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;VERA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of a girl she is trying me o. You know she nearly caused a fight between &lt;a href="http://calabargal2.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CALABAR GAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I. Thank God that the love that we share is unbreakable. Vera said I should tell the whole world if Ex cheated with a calabar babe or note. Well, yeah, she is from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Akwa Ibom&lt;/span&gt;! Does that make you happy VERA????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know she has done jazz sef, because since i shouted on Ex on the phone he has not picked up my calls&lt;a href="http://ariike.blogspot.com/"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; BELLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ariike.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;please help me. What do I have to do now to reconcile with an old friend?? Sob Sob, see where my temper landed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dawg7o.blogspot.com/"&gt;ORO's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; blog, I thought the go and marry thing is for women alone.&lt;br /&gt;Every one now seems to be having a crush on a fellow blogger. I officially announce that I have a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;PERFECT CRUSH&lt;/span&gt; on&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://boodaman.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TUNDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. He knows. I have been stalking his blog and he has refused to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is not picking up my calls o. What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehen, I was going to forget sef. &lt;a href="http://www.kodakgallery.co.uk/Slideshow.jsp?mode=fromshare&amp;Uc=8d7tjezx.1vgmqio5&amp;amp;Uy=qk9v6b&amp;Ux=1&amp;amp;localeid=en_GB"&gt;The Ibidapo's wedding pictures&lt;/a&gt;. The pictures are quite much o.(just thought to warn you).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-8424991530362056291?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/8424991530362056291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=8424991530362056291' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/8424991530362056291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/8424991530362056291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-is-new-month.html' title='It Is A New Month'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-5225068571677708882</id><published>2007-01-29T16:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T18:06:26.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like Mondays</title><content type='html'>Not so happy today, maybe because it is a Monday. I just hate Mondays especially when I sleep late on Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have the weight of the whole world on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a home of my own. With husband and kids. I am just plain bored of my flat! All I see around me is books, bags, shoes, yoruba films, a few foreign movies, my pictures and that of my entire family. Hey, they all bore me!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is something wrong with me today, I have been so grouchy. Shouted on the poor lady that asked if she could get me a cup of coffee. Not that she's ever seen me drink coffee in the office before why ask me???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted on my younger sister as well, she wanted to find out if I saw the dress, told her no. Maybe she didn't hear, she asked again and i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHOUTED NO!&lt;/span&gt; Why are you so excited about this wedding sef. Then my sister said to me&lt;br /&gt;''Temmy are you not happy that I am getting married?''. Then I started to cry. I took out my aggression on my sister, of course I am happy that she is getting married, I really am. I love her to bits and I want her to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister then called Ex to report me(they have turned that one into a member of the family). Shey jejely the boy should have just sent me a text to ask me what is wrong. Here is the convo we had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ex: Wsup darling, how are you today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moi:Fine, and you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ex: Fine. Thanks. Errm,,, Molayo just called me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moi: To say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ex: What do you mean to say? You shouted on her and she is really bitter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moi: Is Layo your sister or mine?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ex: What kind of question is that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moi: One that you only can answer now, is she your sister(voice rising now)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ex: Why are u raising your voice at me woman?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moi:  have told you never to call me woman, how many times................................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After barking at Ex for about 5 minutes. The poor boy said: I am sorry for making things worse this morning. Have a good day. He hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just what I need on a Monday morning. Went into the bathroom,  cried my eyes out, called my sister to apologise and promised to send her the slippers she's always wanted. That made her happy, greedy somborri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dad didn't give me money yesterday lol. Waste of my time and energy in the cold. He only promised to pay half of my ticket fare for the wedding like that is not his responsibility in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am taking tomorrow off work, will surely call in sick. I need to do something that will make me happy. I probably will call Ex to apologise if i feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-5225068571677708882?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/5225068571677708882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=5225068571677708882' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/5225068571677708882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/5225068571677708882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-like-mondays.html' title='I don&apos;t like Mondays'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-4566664974366006785</id><published>2007-01-28T14:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T15:40:36.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearing The Logs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W was beaten up cos X and her gang(team mates) thought it was planned. Well, so I heard from my informant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Calabar Gal&lt;/span&gt; already told us that we were all taught the act of keeping a man. Some of us don't just put our skills to use. I stand to be corrected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Babaalaye&lt;/span&gt; running away. Isn't it typical of men to run from sensitive issues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust Prof &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Miguel &lt;/span&gt;: he said Tunde taking bimbo to the hotel is totally wrong. From what I heard they just wanted to go and have some fun outside their regular hangout. Anything wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to yab me o. I can't believe that I am scared. Uhmn... words from Miggie.... I am waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a lot berra today, thanks to Bennyln for flu. Tho I am yet to get over the fact that I have to buy another Bio-oil for £15.99. Donations please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some wedding pictures i want to share but mehn, the fotos have refused to attach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a surprise call from &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Papa Temmy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He is in town to shop for my younger sister's wedding dress.Why he didn't bring the girl or  allow mummy to do the shopping still beats me.The guy is always feeling like a fashion guru! Ever since he bought my sister's wedding dress and we were all like this is gorgeous, he made up his mind to buy for the rest of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He sure won't buy mine, I don't mind if he disowns me over the issue, but I doubt as the guy will be too happy to see me hooked. He wants me to come over later today and guess what,about 3 of my uncles are in town with him. God help me cos I can see where all this will lead to. I am only going because I know they will grease my palms with some pounds. Temmy is broke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just exposed myself to two blogger. One is my life time addiction. You know yourself, don't spill please. The other person is his brother, if you spill you are ruining our chances of getting married! I love you now, shebi you know. In fact I love the two of you and I will go for the one that is first to propose, that way we keep the love in the family. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Getting ready for my meeting with my dad and uncles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got tagged by my girl friend. Says something to make you look busy at work. I suggest you do this tag when office is getting boring. With your boss seeing you tapping the keyboard with frenzy, he'll know you are an asset to the company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the way, everyone is tagged. I think we have done this tag before but there is no better way of wasting time........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red top and grey pants&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. WHAT KINDA UNDERWEAR ARE YOU WEARING? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;french knickers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eji Owuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. CAN YOU JUGGLE? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of cos I juggle life, love and school!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Toast and a bottle of co&lt;/span&gt;ke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Mild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8.LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?  &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My younger sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9.FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX? &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Height&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Very much so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. HOW ARE YOU TODAY? Just there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. FAVOURITE DRINK? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Supermalt/bottle of coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Irish Cream- Baileys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. FAVOURITE LUNCH MEAL? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jollof Rice and Dodo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16. FAVOURITE SPORTS?&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Soccer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. HAIR COLOUR? Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18. EYE COLOUR?&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Dark Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20. TATTOOS OR PIERCING? Neither.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21. STAR SIGN? Sagittarius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;22. FAVOURITE MONTH?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;24. FAVOURITE FOOD? Italian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;25. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Relative Values&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;27. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR? 2nd of December ever year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;28. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT? OF COS YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;29. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS BETTER? Happy endings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;30. SUMMER OR WINTER? Winter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;31. HUGS OR KISSES? Hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;32. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS? Relationships&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;33. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? Vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;34. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK? yes of course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;35. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Everyone I know (hehehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;36. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My Ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;37. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING NOW? None&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;38. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? come again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;39. FAVOURITE BOARD GAME? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't do board games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;40. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT? Watched a movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;41. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN    THE MORNING? &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The challenges of a new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;42. WHICH DO YOU BELIEVE, EVOLUTION OR CREATION? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-4566664974366006785?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/4566664974366006785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=4566664974366006785' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4566664974366006785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4566664974366006785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/01/clearing-logs.html' title='Clearing The Logs'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-2220213212140925253</id><published>2007-01-27T15:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:42:22.767+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am down</title><content type='html'>Not a very good day for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Temmy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1. I am down with flu. My head hurts. My back is aching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;. I left my bio -oil and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Benylin&lt;/span&gt; for flu on the bus! £20 gone just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. I have been trying to call my mum in Nigeria and line &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; connecting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. I cant even eat my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fav &lt;/span&gt;food. Noodles don finish for house and i forgot to buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; LIKE HOW I FEEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-2220213212140925253?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/2220213212140925253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=2220213212140925253' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2220213212140925253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2220213212140925253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-down.html' title='I am down'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-886075839081524157</id><published>2007-01-25T11:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:41:04.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evil That Men Do!</title><content type='html'>I really feel bad using this title for today's posting but make I no lie I am getting tired of men and their antics. I had dinner with two of my girlfriends yesterday, as usual we got talking about MEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A friend to one of my girl friends just got ditched after a 10 years relationship. Yeah, she is to blame for  staying that long with a guy without being sure of where the relationship is heading to. Anyways back to why I blame the so called guy: the monkey came to the UK for his masters 3 years ago. He still kept in touch with girlfriend who already has her masters and is working with SHELL Petroleum in Port Harcourt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Of course she wasn't against the idea of the guy going for his masters, she wanted the best for him. Boyfriend stopped calling after some time, excuse being that it is not really easy for him to combine work and school. Girl didn't mind calling him at least she is well off. The guy obviously gave her signs to move on with this silly attitude of his  but you know how WE are now, she didn't get the message or rather she chose not to SEE the handwriting on the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boy got back to Nigeria last December and called girl to say that he doesn't think the relationship will work. Story is let us end this thing we call a relationship. As if that was not enough, he told her a week after that he is getting married this April!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only advice to the girl is: Strip naked at 1am and curse the guy. Just kidding but then the guy deserves to be cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that story, another one came up. Of course you know that where 2 or 3 women are gathered story must surely flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This girl ehn, lets call her Bimbo has been dating Tunde for 4 years. Girl moved to the UK for greener pastures  as she had tried everything possible to get a job in Nigeria to no avail. Their plan was that once the guy is ready for them to get married she will come back home, by then she would have made some money to support herself as well. Bimbo always called Tunde every other day since she got into the UK. Initially Tunde too called as often as he could, 6 months later Bims ran back to Naija to see her love, she was back in the country a month after since the boy said their wedding will be in 10 months time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3 months into the new year, uncle T stopped calling. Bims later found out that Tunde was seeing a calabar girl. Calabar girl ke... I just told her she shouldn't bother to run after the guy he is already hooked. I have a personal score to settle with calabar girls( i have to support my friend).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Calabar girls and their legacy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She went home last August after she and the guy settled all their wahala on the phone. She got to Nigeria and was staying with at the guy's place, she said at least no girl showed up and she thought all was settled. 5 days into her stay at the guy's place, he told her that he wanted them to go and stay in a hotel all in the name of rekindling their love. Said they got to the hotel in the morning, watching a movie and then his phone rang: he later said that he was going out to see a friend. Mr T did not come back! The&lt;em&gt; idiota&lt;/em&gt; went to see the Calabar girl and that one seized his car keys(that is his story). He left Bims at the hotel!  He didnt even feel remorse she said, he was just staring at her the next day like a goat that was about to be slaughtered. Oloshi(excuse my french).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is about 2 guys jare. Both of them well known to me. Lets call them W and B. W had been dating this girl for some months but was always telling his friends that ''I no too send the babe''. She is hausa, I am Yoruba and I can't marry her. This fateful day they all  went to a party and B laced X's  (the girl) drink. He later had his way with her. B later told W what he did, they had a nasty bust up and both left the party in anger. W must have realised he really likes X. It dawned on him after she was raped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;X is a girl after my heart because she got about 4 of her friends from University and they went to see W at home. They beat him blue black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A Quick Note To All My Girl Friends Out There:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A man is just not into you and worth waiting for when he is not calling you. No matter how busy men claim to be there is always someone they talk to who puts a smile on their faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A man is just not for you when he is having sex with someone else. It takes a lot to have sex with someone, you just don't wake up and decide I want to have sex with B!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A man that disappears on you is not worth your tears! Don't give him the chance to reject you again. He is gone because he is not good enough for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A man that is selfish isn't just worth it. He is a jerk, an asshole, you already have one you don't need another one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A man that is not proud of you is not just into you. He is a fool. There is a man out there willing to tell it to the mountains that you are HIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A man that is breaking up with you is an idiot. He has made it clear that he doesn't need you. There is a man out there that will be happy that you didn't make up with your crappy Ex boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yes, of course you will meet men at different stages of recovering from a broken relationship. If he is into you, my dear he will  get over his issues fast and makes sure he doesn't lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Spirits asks me: where does this put Ex. I answered my spirit: IN HIS PLACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-886075839081524157?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/886075839081524157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=886075839081524157' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/886075839081524157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/886075839081524157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/01/evil-that-men-do.html' title='The Evil That Men Do!'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-4517687951647194664</id><published>2007-01-23T12:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T16:37:53.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To My Bunnies!</title><content type='html'>It is my baby brother's 13'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday today. Sure you will wonder why I have such a young brother. He joined the family few years after my other brother joined the saints triumphant. He has brought joy and happiness to the family, spoilt rotten by everyone. Calls everybody by name except for his parents. Being the bay of the family, when he got admission to go to Air force School in Zaria, mummy said NO. No one is going to take her baby away, she'd rather have him go to a day school. Imagine o, that woman sent all of us out of the house all in the name of having quality education. Because of a little ''man'' now, we are bending rules. I have always said parents are partial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I remember like 3 years ago when my mum compelled my brother to be calling all of us Sister this or Sister that, trust my brother now he said when they are married I will start calling them sister&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so funny that when my brother wants to relay a message to any one of us he goes: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Temmy&lt;/span&gt;, sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Tope&lt;/span&gt; said to tell you that she cant make it to the party tonight. (sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Tope&lt;/span&gt; in question is 7 or 8 years younger than me o). My brother is something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him because he is the only one out of my younger ones that tells me he misses me genuinely. Trust the other 2 girls in Nigeria, when they tell me they miss me they surely want something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them was 18 on Saturday the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of January. I love my bunnies. My babies are growing up. For a very longtime, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Femi&lt;/span&gt; and Tobi were on war path. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Femi&lt;/span&gt; was so content with being the last born/girl that seeing Tobi/boy join the family was like a pain her bum. Now they are best of pals, only God knows how they both did it. I guess it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;part of growing up,maybe.. maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oluwatobiloba&lt;/span&gt; and to you &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Oluwafemi&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; a belated birthday kiss. I owe you guys. Remember that you have promised not to tell mummy about this blog o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother told me today that he cant wait for me to marry because Sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Nonye&lt;/span&gt;( his best friend's sister) is getting married in July. And that her brother already told him that both of them will be on the train. ''Get married quickly so that I can invite him to be on your train''. Yeah, yeah. Pray hard bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TEVA&lt;/span&gt;: Who tell you say we don choose wedding date? I told you that we are waiting for time to justify all the undying love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;VERA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: There is no new update about HIM. Apart from calling every night, making me laugh my head out with all his ridiculous stories of his encounter with fuel attendants. I cant share the story &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hun&lt;/span&gt;,lest you begin to fancy him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quickie: One of the anonumous bloggers is getting married. I am so tempted to mention her name. She just sent me an email now! I am so happy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wedding webbie to tantalise your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.damisandtoyin.com/"&gt;http://www.damisandtoyin.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-4517687951647194664?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/4517687951647194664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=4517687951647194664' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4517687951647194664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4517687951647194664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-to-my-bunnies.html' title='Happy Birthday To My Bunnies!'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-2375976660939303701</id><published>2007-01-22T16:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:45:00.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Talk IV</title><content type='html'>I got this email from my best friend today. She is a real monkey. She just cracked me up big time. We have been having this issue about me not having her back just because I told her that I may not be her maid of honor come June. You know that Yankee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; refused me visa last year and I am not so keen on applying again just yet. Told her to shift the wedding to Nigeria only for the monkey to send me this email this morning.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN ARE BETTER FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Women: A wife was not at home for a whole night. So, the very next morning, she tells her husband that she stayed at her girlfriend's apartment over night. The husband calls 10 of her best girlfriend's and none of them confirm that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Men: A husband was not at home for a whole night. So he tells his wife the very next morning, that he stayed at his friend's apartment over night. So the wife calls 10 of his best friends: 5 of them confirm that he stayed at their apartments that night, and the other 5 are claiming that he still is there with them!&lt;br /&gt;Men are better friends!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is not a licence for you to start cheating o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The Holy Alphabet... This is Beautiful. Whoever came up with this one must have had some Divine Guidance&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Although&lt;/span&gt; things are not perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; of trial or pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Continue &lt;/span&gt;in thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt; not begin to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Even&lt;/span&gt; when the times are hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fierce&lt;/span&gt; winds are bound to blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; is forever able&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hold&lt;/span&gt; on to what you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Imagine&lt;/span&gt; life without His love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;J &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;oy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would cease to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Keep&lt;/span&gt; thanking Him for all the things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;imparts to thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Move&lt;/span&gt; out of "Camp Complaining"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; weapon that is known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt; earth can yield the power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Praise &lt;/span&gt;can do alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quit&lt;/span&gt; looking at the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Redeem&lt;/span&gt; the time at hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Start &lt;/span&gt;every day with worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; "thank" is a command&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Until&lt;/span&gt; we see Him coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Victorious&lt;/span&gt; in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We'll&lt;/span&gt; run the race with gratitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;X &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;alting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; God most high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;there'll&lt;/span&gt; be good times and yes some will be bad, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Z ion&lt;/span&gt; waits in glory...where none are ever sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is really uplifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what I need at this point In my life when I decided to add another degree to my kitty. Just that about it that if relationship isn't working at least career must progress. Going for a 3rd one now. I need encouragement o so I wont run back from classes midway. My dad is so cool with the idea, do I blame him he has a doctorate degree. Studying is like a hobby to him. It gives him pleasure. Whereas in my mum's case, when I told her on Friday she started making noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Shey&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;fe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; Professor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;?(do you want to become a professor? Don't I really wish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see myself up there in a couple of years. And I have to be prepared for the challenges. To be on top of one's career one needs to be academically, spiritually, morally sound. And of course highly intelligent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;abi&lt;/span&gt;? I think I am on course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a pleasant week all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;T-Minx&lt;/span&gt; is down with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kurukuru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;abeg&lt;/span&gt; show her some love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you all noticed that I now play around with colours? I think this is my new hobby. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-2375976660939303701?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/2375976660939303701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=2375976660939303701' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2375976660939303701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2375976660939303701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-talk-iv.html' title='Random Talk IV'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-351832032247727918</id><published>2007-01-19T13:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T15:01:47.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RANTINGS</title><content type='html'>For lack of what to title today's post let us just say rantings. I have been quite busy since I came in. Started work today, grudgingly. I just wish I have enough money to sustain me for the next 2 months, I would have just gone to Dubai, sunbathing, shopping, eating , sleeping and so on. You don't need to say it I know i am VAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehen jare, to the blogs ville ladies, have you an idea the kind of cream to use for stretch marks? I have tried using Cocoa Butter, na so so black I just dey black. I am one of the privileged few with a backside to die for which of cos means that a few stretch marks here and there. Someone suggested Bio Oil, have been using that but no difference. Well, maybe I need to be a little patient cos I just started using that when I was in Nigeria. You know how it is with Nigerians we like instant results, quick money, pass exams without even entering exam room, e.t.c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for you &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;VERA: &lt;/span&gt;time just dey start now. When did I leave Naija, abeg make the boy try impress me small jare. To be honest, I told my mum yesterday night that I am giving LOVE a break. Told Ex as well that we can start from being friends again. Love I have learnt makes things really complex, God knows that I can do without any complexities in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TEMMY'S THEORY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You know you are in love when you think life can never be the same with the person away from you. I don't feel that way now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You know you are in love when you know that you can trust your partner without any moment of doubt. I doubt if I can trust him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;You know you are in love when you get on the plane taking you to another continent and you cry your eyes out until cabin crew thinks you are crazy. I didn't shed a single tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You know you are in love when your heart skips a beat when you see his/her number on your phone at 5 am calling to say good morning. When I see his number now, I put phone on silent and go back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are in love when you can't say a word of prayer without remembering your partner. The last time I prayed for him was January 1st cos we went to church together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bottom line is I think I am in love with love.(am i making any sense, maybe not. I am confused... no!, i am not).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alright, TIME WILL TELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sensitive Topic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends that came here to study has fallen in love with the UK and wants to stay back. She was given different forms of advice from people. She though of sticking to one of them which is: Marry an EU citizen for papers. She of cos will pay the guy for the deal, honestly i do not understand the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when she told me about it  I said to her I do not support the idea mainly because she has to marry the guy in a church! Do you think God will be happy that you are getting married in a church and it is all because of papers. Won't he be angry, I mean well people say in a strange man's land you have o struggle to survive. But isn't this going too far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people do it and get away with it. I told my friend that what if God said that na only once you go marry for your life, and you marry someone that you don't even know anything about and the heavens put a seal on it. When it is time for you to marry and husband no surface, if you start to pray the angels carrying your prayers might tell God that:haba Baba God, this girl got married a while back why is she stressing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my imagination runs too wild. It is just how I feel. Abeg,wetin una think. My friend is as confused as I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-351832032247727918?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/351832032247727918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=351832032247727918' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/351832032247727918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/351832032247727918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/01/rantings.html' title='RANTINGS'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-4701728399840596523</id><published>2007-01-16T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T13:16:09.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM BACK</title><content type='html'>Yippee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back in the UK. I came in last night. I slept all through the flight cos I had so much to do Sunday night. I had a mini conference with my parents and EX.  He told my parents his version of the story and apologised to both of them for hurting their baby. My father warned us  about the dangers of lack of trust in a relationship/marriage. Ex later told my dad that he wants us to get married in &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My dad asked him if he already made his intentions known to me as they have no final say on whoever i choose to spend the rest of my life with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was going to ask me in the presence of my parents but my mum stopped him and said: O.A you have to be romantic now, take her somewhere you know she loves and ask her again. I am sure she will agree. All the while I was just looking from one person to the other. My mind was in a great turmoil, my eyes heavy from tears I refuse to shed. I kept wondering if my most favourite people in the world are even thinking about &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HOW I FEEL.&lt;/span&gt; By the time they were ready to listen to me. All I could say was: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I NEED TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need time to see if things can be the same again. My mum wants me to stay back in Nigeria so that we can work things out. I refused on the grounds that if I was married to him and i was posted on a foreign assignment will my husband look for someone else to warm his bed for that season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF EX can wait till I am ready to come back home all well and good. I didn't tell my parents how difficult it was for me to come to that conclusion tho. To be honest &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I STILL VERY MUCH LOVE HIM&lt;/span&gt;. Not with all the trips I had in Nigeria. All the feed me I feed you theory. Shey the boy was just treating me like a lost diamond that was just found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I did my best to enjoy the moments jare. Sunday night after the meeting, he suggested going on a drive around Abuja. It was fun, it reminded me of when we first met at Uni. Always in each other's company, acting like love struck idiots all over the campus. We teased ourselves endlessly about how we have both grown over the years, he had some pictures i took in Uni in his wallets. Chineke, i no try way back o. Very skinny little thing, I am still wondering what the boy saw in me then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tempted to post some of the pictures but then HE  will kill me if he ever finds out that I have a blog not to talk of talking about him on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed out on December sales. My sister bought about 5 pairs of shoes at ridiculous prices it is a pity that i wear a size 6, i for steal a pair or two. I have to hit the stores tomorrow, I may be lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel knackered jare. I need to sleep some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Time will really tell if HE is the one. In fact I still want him to show me what LOVE is all about. Show me a girl that doesn't want to be shown what love means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-4701728399840596523?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/4701728399840596523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=4701728399840596523' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4701728399840596523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4701728399840596523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-back.html' title='I AM BACK'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-8115609209637644657</id><published>2007-01-13T20:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:32:12.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>My friend and her boyfriend have fixed their wedding date for the 23rd of June 2007. Yours truly of cos is the Chief Bride's Maid. How she called back to accept his proposal is story for another day. E pass me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the better part of today with EX. Told him we needed to weigh the pros and cons of a comeback. He keeps saying that he still loves me, meanwhile I told him that I don't even think I know what LOVE means. If love means having an affair because I had my back turned for 8 months..... I need to know what &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; truly means. He has &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PROMISED &lt;/span&gt;to&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; SHOW&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 9.29pm, I need to sleep early if I want to attend the 7am service tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Belle and Vera: I can't leave comments on your blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-8115609209637644657?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/8115609209637644657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=8115609209637644657' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/8115609209637644657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/8115609209637644657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/01/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-3375205368388581762</id><published>2007-01-13T00:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T00:33:51.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>The time is 12.17am. I just got in, I am very restless. I should be in bed. I am too excited to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I went bowling with EX at the Dome. We had fun. We kept looking at each other and smiling. Two of our friends met us there and kept teasing us mercilessly about having signed a contract for life(trust Naija people and their assumed theories).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a bottle of Smirnoff Ice, I guess that was the cause of all this drama. I was already feeling tipsy after one bottle. Ex asked me what I think he should do to make me love him again.&lt;br /&gt;I said he can start by kissing my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked me up and I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his neck cos I was tipsy. He kissed my nose in front of about 40 Nigerians that were bowling and having their own fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told him it is time to go home as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mama Temmy&lt;/span&gt; was calling but I refused to pick up. Because of man  I ignored my mum's calls. See my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the Dome and went to but Suya. He started to feed me suya while telling me that his life can never be the same if I refuse his proposal this second time. I told him not to bother propose cos that way if I say NO it wont hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for my place, time was 11.30pm. Called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mama Temmy&lt;/span&gt; to say I was downstairs with EX in his car. She was going to shout but softened when she heard his name. Why cant my own people help me to be strong.(excuses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We just sat down in the car listening to music as he refused to say anything. He was really staring  at me and at some point I thought maybe I had grown an extra head. I couldn't say anything either, there was nothing to say. I was seriously fighting the urge to hug him. (Chineke, I am turning into something else).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12 am he said his goodnight and gave me a peck on my forehead. I am very sure that he has achieved his aim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving Nigeria on Tuesday............ till then, May God help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-3375205368388581762?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/3375205368388581762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=3375205368388581762' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/3375205368388581762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/3375205368388581762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/01/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-7651391799426238709</id><published>2007-01-11T19:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T22:04:14.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom....</title><content type='html'>Truth is I am getting bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the better part of today at my tailor's place. Made this out of the world ankara dress. It is one dress to die for, it is a pity I can put up the picture on my blog. Will knack the dress for my friend's wedding in March. Yeepa, them go take.&lt;br /&gt;From Tailor's place, I went to Mr Biggs to buy chicken, ran into an old toaster who paid for the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and I started my blog round(this is like an obsession). After blog round, it was nback to boredom again!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things that I have discovered over time about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The only constant thing is change.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do whatever makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;3. There is no satisfying the people of this world.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do not sacrifice for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of sacrificing for love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you sacrifice for love and put yourself second in a relationship, you believe inside your heat that your man will end up loving you more. This may or may not happen as what happens most times is that when you sacrifice who you are in order to be loved, you end up loving yourself less&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Each time you give up an interest, a friend, in the hope of winning a man's love, you give away a chunk of your life! The more you sacrifice the less of you that remains until nothing is left. Chineke God make una just help all your girl pickin o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was today doing a long list of what to do and not to do in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thou shall not take too much sugar this year/ coca cola must stop.&lt;br /&gt;2. Thou shall not miss church on Sundays no matter how tired I am.&lt;br /&gt;3. Thou has to cut off every unprofitable friendship ties.&lt;br /&gt;4. Thou shall learn to have more patience in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i tell you that Mama Temmy travelled and left her daughter alone in the house? Imagine o, I have been wallowing in self pity since wondering why she decided to do that to me. Anyways, to God be the glory she don come back o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex just left, tho he spent 30 out of the 40 minutes he spent here dozing as he came directly from work. I already know what the boy is up to, he wants to be in my face and in my thoughts. Good thing is he is getting there gradually but as I dey comot Naija in a couple of days na im be say I don escape his Jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Moment of truth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I still like him very much.(Don't tell anybody o).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend in the US called me today that her boyfriend proposed to her and she said NO. For crying out loud she has been dreaming to see this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Temmy: Why did you say NO now??????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tee Baby: I was shocked&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Temmy: Shocked bawo? I thought that was your dream???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tee Baby: It was, I mean it is. But babes, I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Temmy: Scared?? You love him don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tee Baby: I can't leave my job and relocate to Australia. But I love him so badly.My life can never be the same without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Temmy: Home is where your husband is remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tee Baby:.Can I call him back to accept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Temmy: what are you waiting for APE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disconnected the call, see me see wahala o. Will keep you posted. I am feeling sleepy. From my rantings you can see that I am BORED................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-7651391799426238709?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/7651391799426238709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=7651391799426238709' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7651391799426238709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7651391799426238709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/01/boredom.html' title='Boredom....'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-3388670745473908599</id><published>2007-01-10T14:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T15:17:32.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Talk 3</title><content type='html'>Veralicious Vera! You are on my mind now, as a matter of fact I have not been able to sleep well. Na your thoughts full my head.(Don't you just wish) lol. To be honest, running into the Ex at the airport is the cause of all this wahala o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this particular point I do not want to say wether I may or may not be rekindling the fire of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;''love''&lt;/span&gt;. Yeepa! Did i just say that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ''kiss'', he left. I went back upstairs, soaked myself in the bath tub for hours. I was fighting so hard with my emotions. I realised I was very firm with him when he came to the UK cos I was still hurting. Now that I no longer hurt, it is as if I am now vulnerable. I am counting days to leave Nigeria lest I fall flat on my face.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherub: I actually enjoyed kissing him. Remember i did that for 5 years now.&lt;br /&gt;Diamond Hawk: when are you going to start your novel.&lt;br /&gt;Oro: uhmnnnnn...... i will be a good gal.&lt;br /&gt;NaijaBloke: wetin you de talk. Nothing go happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a major family meeting on sunday after my sister's wedding date was picked. Remember that my cosuin in the US was summoned to Nigeria cos of her ''single status''. The meeting was because of the two of us. My cousin made it clear that she is willing to get married if it will make all of them happy. And guess what: she announced to the family that she has met a 55 year old man in the US that has 2 kids from a previous marriage. My aunt nearly fainted from shock but that has kept them quiet. they agreed she can take her time to find a young man. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ma famille est fantastique!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why are men the way they are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Hav you wondered why men prefer to drive around for hours rather than stop to ask for directions?&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you suspected that the men that try to control you are secretely afraid of the power you have over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever wonder why men get so upset when they are trying to concentrate on something and you get them to pay attention to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ever wondered why he is playing  macho and insisting that everything is fine when he has a lot running through hs mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever wondered why men are so protective of their cars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men have been taught to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Defensive and Suspicious.                   We want them to be trusting and OPEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hide their emotions                             We want them to show their emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Appear strong and unconquerable     We want them to express their vulnerablity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Competitive                                           We wnat them to be cooperative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Independent                                          We want them to feel their need for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Stay in control                                       We want them to let go of control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt that what women want? I think Nigeria is making me feel mushy! England here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mail i pasted below was sent to my hi5 account. It was out of boredom 2 days ago when I remembered that I have an account with hi 5. I just have to share this email. It cracked me up big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HOW ARE U?I HOPE U ARE FINE AND COOL. FRANK IS MY NAME,I AM 25 YEARS,SINGLE AND LOOKING FOR A GAL FOR A LOVELY N NICE RELATIONSHIP. I AM A HIGHLY EDUCATED GUY,A SEXY AND FIT BLACK GUY,CURLED BLACK HAIR,BROWN EYES,5.10FT,AVERAGE BULIT. I AM A STUDENT AT THE MIDDLESEX UNIVERSITY OFFERING BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION,A TRAINEE MANAGER AT ROYAL MAIL AND A DJ FOR A RADIO AND NIGHT CLUBS. I AM A GHANAIAN BUT I WAS BORNED N RAISED IN LONDON AND I LIVE WITH MY THREE LOVELY SISTERS IN LONDON SO U CAN VISIT ME AT ANY TIME OR DAY. I SAW UR AD AT THE HI5 AND I DECIDED TO WRITE U COS I REALLY LOVE UR INTEREST AND I WISH TO KNOW U BETTER IF U DON'T MIND. I DON'T HAVE A PIC COS MY SCANNER ISN'T WORKING I AM A FRIENDLY,LOVING,CARING,GOOD SENSE OF HUMOUR,I LOVE CLUBBING,READING,TRAVELLING,DANCING,SINGING,SEX,MUSIC. U CAN ASK ME ANY QUESTIONS AND I WILL SURELY ANSWER ALL. I WILL END HERE WITH MUCH LOVE AND KISSES TO UR SEXY LIPS. TAKE CARE OF URSELF AND HAVE A NICE DAY LOVE, FRANK DO WRITE SOON..U CAN CALL OR TEXT ME ON 07931314634,SWEETNESS NO PRANK OR PRIVATE CALL N U CAN LEAVE ME A TXT N I CALL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-3388670745473908599?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/3388670745473908599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=3388670745473908599' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/3388670745473908599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/3388670745473908599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-talk-3.html' title='Random Talk 3'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-9019625282174952146</id><published>2007-01-08T13:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:28:39.312+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NA TRIPPING O</title><content type='html'>Sorry peeps,I have been Naija trotting ni o. I should have updated my blog.Vera abeg no vex as I no want get belle outside wedlock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for Lagos last Friday to see my sister and her husband. Those two ''things'' decided to put a whole me London gal on okada! My sister picked me up from the airport and she dropped me at the entrance to her estate cos she was running late for work, you need to see TEMMY on Okada. Story for another day. Lagos has turned my Ajebota sister to Paki.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a swell time tho,went for a vigil on Friday night with my cousin and her husband. My cousin told me that unless i forgive EX and release him from my heart that it may be difficult to love someone else. Come see as Temmy dey pray fervently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmn: my younger sister will be getting married in March. All road go lead to BABA TEMMY'S House come first Saturday of March 2007.It is a pity that yours truly will be absent due to circumstances beyond my control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per Ex and I... Uhmn....... I just have to confess that I was absolutely furious and jealous the day he came with his date. He called me back a day after to come pick him from work. I was bored and i decided to pick him up.... After waiting for him for about 10 minutes he came out with one of his colleagues who nearly kissed me on the mouth all in the name of giving me a peck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to see the killer look that Ex gave his friend, playing along I chose not to say a word about the incident till i dropped him at home. I dropped him off and headed home only for my gate man to call my room to say oga O.A dey downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs ke? What is he looking for at this time of the night was the first question that crossed my mind. Or maybe he left some of his things in my car, I rushed downstairs only to see him pacing up and down my living room like he paid part of the money for the blocks used in building my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Temmy: ki lo de o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ex: I erm...didn't you see that u nearly kissed Mo this evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Temmy: (feigning ignorance) really? He was happy to see me and so was I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ex: Did you greet me the same way when I saw you at the airport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Temmy: well maybe because I wasn't particularly happy seeing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cut the conversation up by kissing me.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, have I missed him???&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told I did not kiss him back o, I only held him for 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Desola&lt;/span&gt;: crucify me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I not released him from my heart? Have I not????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-9019625282174952146?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/9019625282174952146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=9019625282174952146' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/9019625282174952146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/9019625282174952146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/01/na-tripping-o.html' title='NA TRIPPING O'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-123797705951728531</id><published>2007-01-03T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T14:29:36.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Whole Days!</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been seven whole days and i have not checked my mails or the blogsville!&lt;br /&gt;That is just to tell you that Nigeria is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really hectic time packing the day i left as my sister that was meant to help with the packing was in faraway Portsmouth with her boyfriend. I got my self to airport on time,trying to avoid the madness that all the cancelled flights had caused. I got a little taste of the chaos but thank God that we eventually boarded at 10.30pm and Left the UK at some minutes past 11pm for a flight that was meant to be 10.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mild drama:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fainted during the flight, i was feeling very dizzy from sleep. I got up to go to the toilet to remove my shirt(s). I wore like 2 camisoles and a thermal wear before wearing my shirt!&lt;br /&gt;Stepping on the aisle, i went down and it was the effect of my head banging onto the igbo man sitting by my side that woke me up. Again, I successfully disgraced my self on an international flight. The cabin crew really fussed over me,wanting to know if i was expecting a baby? Did i drink too much wine and all .................. thank God i survived. I have learnt another lesson.&lt;br /&gt;My family did not know i was coming cos i was planning to stay awhile in a hotel with my cousin that was coming from the states, just imagine if I had died on that flight. Few blogs back I told you her story, she has been summoned home so that they can find her a man. Since we were in the same shoes we decided to share &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;''strength''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to Nigeria and guess who I saw at the airport??? EX OF COS! He came to pick his cousin who just flew i from the UK too, same flight with moi,in fact she sat in front of me. I was going to pick a cab from the airport anyways but God don butter my bread na free ride straight to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all ended up going to the cinema together on Saturday night. Ex came with a date, his cousin and mine decided to do a twosome and i was all by myself. Wicked people! The four of them laughed so hard at my fainting skills. Silly apes they all are. Anyways, we had fun but the green monster in me kept showing it's head. I was flipping jealous. Did he do that intentionally??? Monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued jare, i am going out with&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; MAMA TEMMY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-123797705951728531?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/123797705951728531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=123797705951728531' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/123797705951728531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/123797705951728531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2007/01/7-whole-days.html' title='7 Whole Days!'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-4121292259332848861</id><published>2006-12-27T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T17:41:21.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Belle Made Me Do This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belle! See what you have caused now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ehn&lt;/span&gt;. I had to do this thing by force. I am back in London and at work!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Can you just imagine working today sob sob: my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Holiday&lt;/span&gt; starts on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; till mid January.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Desola&lt;/span&gt;: I have sent my number babes let us hook up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;NaijaBloke&lt;/span&gt;: the ''&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;worstest&lt;/span&gt; insult'' was talking to my friends and not allowing the monkey to paw me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in 2006...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2006 that you’d never done before? Blogging thanks to 3T's of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Tunde&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep any New Year's Resolutions? Yeah.(lie)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth? Yeah! My one and only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Shubby&lt;/span&gt; gal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die? Yeah…so sad. My grandpa, my uncle and Sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Sayo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Did you visit any countries? France and Sweden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2007 that you lacked in 2006? My own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7Will any date from 2006 stay etched in your memory forever? August 27 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of 2006? Was promoted twice in my work place.I am very efficient now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure? Not finishing the bible in one year. (beat me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury? A few cases of headache due to the tears when Ex and I broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought in '06? A bag. (i am vain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Did your behavior change over the year? I have developed a nasty temper and now so impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where did you spend most of your money? Shoes and shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. Are you happier than this time last year? Don’t know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thinner or fatter? fatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Richer or poorer? Richer but I am still looking for more money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What song will remind you of 2006? Merciful God By K.S.A and Torn By &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;LeToya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Buckett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you wish you would have done more of? Go out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you wish you would have done less of? nothing to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What did you do for Christmas '06? Slept and chatted with my family in Nigeria for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;19. Did you fall in love in 2006? I fell in and out of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Did you get your heart broken in 2006? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite TV program of '06? X factor was the only programme i watched in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you hate anyone now that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; hate this time last year? Nope. I am disliking 2 of my friends now for being greedy and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was the best book you read and/or movie you saw? I read too many good books, I have a weakness for books. I am not a movie person unless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;yoruba&lt;/span&gt; films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was your greatest discovery? Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What did you do on your birthday and how old were you? Had a mini bash with my family and a few friends. I turned 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? If I got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What kept you sane? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Baba&lt;/span&gt; God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How would you describe your personal fashion concept of 2006? Trendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who was the best new person you met? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Funmi&lt;/span&gt;. We went to Sweden together. She was my anchor when i was heartbroken. I know I love her so much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;30. Who did you wish you did not meet? BOBBY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who was your best friend? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Oluwaseyi&lt;/span&gt;. He is a monkey tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who was your enemy? Myself. I was drinking coca cola &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt; till i stopped in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;33. Who do you miss? My Ex Boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;34. Who will you never forget? My brother, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Abiodun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2006: Trust your instincts!! It can never fail you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What will you always remember about 2006? The loss of my relationship and knowing that my days are numbered in my working place. Sob Sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;aspirations for 2007...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;37. What do you want to do in '07 that you couldn't/didn't in '06? buy a house and get married&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Any resolutions? To be more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt; with stupid and dumb people that may come my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you want to make more friends in 2007? Yeah, intelligent ones only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Anything you want to change about yourself for 2007? Do a lot of exercise to tone my big bum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-4121292259332848861?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/4121292259332848861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=4121292259332848861' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4121292259332848861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/4121292259332848861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2006/12/belle-made-me-do-this.html' title='Belle Made Me Do This!'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-2960734307557234020</id><published>2006-12-26T12:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T12:33:47.907+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY GOD FORGIVE ME</title><content type='html'>Why can't some people just learn? Na jejely i was lounging in my friend's living room watching movies when i got an SMS from Bobby(the guy that left me at the party). Xmas wishes:well in the spirit of the season there is no harm in replying. I did that and then it suddenly occurred to me to call the monkey and ask him the reason for his acts the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing the monkey said was if he could come over to my house to have some Xmas turkey because he only cooked cow leg. I reverently told him that cow leg is what is type should have on Christmas day. Imagine the monkey even thinking of showing his face in front of my door. Does he think at all? And trust yours truly to finish him. May Almighty God forgive me for ruining someone Else's Christmas but I couldn't help it. He should have just left me in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I really abused him, I just told him that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;REAL MEN&lt;/span&gt; don't do what he did. He was trying to defend his acts though, he said that what I did to him at the party was the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;''worstest insult''&lt;/span&gt; of his life. Now, i have no option but to ask Prof Wole Soyinka to add that word to his dictionary that is coming out soon. In what way was the monkey insulted sef, shey because I did not allow him to paste his fat lips on mine in the name of a kiss? Or because I did not allow him to ogle at my body at the parry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I tell you all the things I told him yesterday, many of you my friends out there  will stop reading this blog. He just brought out a part of me that I didn't even know existed. To be honest, I felt really terrible afterwards and I thought of sending him a text to say sorry.(you can see that I am a good gal abi). I only thought about it I did not send it. He deserves my outburst I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To better things jare, I am having fun touring the city of Birmingham. I have added about 10kg no thanks to all the delicacies in the house. I have to jump on the first train out of this city tomorrow cos I never pack my luggage for Nigeria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to bring you all kilishi and robo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-2960734307557234020?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/2960734307557234020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=2960734307557234020' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2960734307557234020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/2960734307557234020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2006/12/may-god-forgive-my.html' title='MAY GOD FORGIVE ME'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-7539453393759512775</id><published>2006-12-24T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T22:26:37.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY XMAS PEEPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, I have been globe trotting. I mean UK trotting. I left for Reading on Friday morning to spend the weekend with the sister-in-law i never had. I had so much fun anyways, shopping and laughing my heart out. I left this morning for London to attend a friend's wedding. You will wonder why there is a wedding on Sunday abi? Me sef think am o but the wedding was really nice. Left with my friend that got married in August to Birmingham. Spending Xmas with her by force. I can not die of boredom in London!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting days before my trip to Nigeria after Xmas. Spending xmas without my family is one thing, entering the new year without them no go good at all o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My prayer for us all is:May the joy of new beginnings be ours as Christ is born.May every good thing be delivered to us and may we enter the new year with a new song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;For those of us looking for that spare rib, I pray that God will answer us in Jesus name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;For those of us looking to change jobs, I see us going places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;For those of us looking for intervention with our families  and finances. He will move mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2007 will bring us hope and unending joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all my blog friends in my own little way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-7539453393759512775?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/7539453393759512775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=7539453393759512775' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7539453393759512775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7539453393759512775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-xmas-peeps.html' title='MERRY XMAS PEEPS'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-7559242359798246113</id><published>2006-12-20T17:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T17:32:27.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Talk II</title><content type='html'>This is as random as you can imagine, i am at work but i am feeling so sleepy. Slept well last night tho in fact I slept off almost immediately i put my pretty head on my fluffy pillow, i think  i am in the holiday mood already. I am going to be visiting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ex's&lt;/span&gt; sister on Friday in Reading  and off to Birmingham on Sunday to spend Christmas with my girl and her husband.I have never liked travelling though I love to know places, but the mere thought of spending Xmas all by myself is depressing.  To imagine that my &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OWN &lt;/span&gt;sister is leaving me to follow man(her boyfriend) but does it matter, isn't blood meant to be thicker than .....whatever??? I am mad at her may be i am jealous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting days before my trip to Nigeria and God knows i am not particularly looking forward to dad and mum's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wahala&lt;/span&gt;. Have planned to spend some days with my cousin that is coming in from the states. She has be summoned home in regards to her single status, we may as well give ourselves some encouragement before we meet the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not plan to blog today but Soul's comment on my last post actually got me thinking. Here is what she said:&lt;br /&gt;1)What if eh  loves but doesn't fear God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What if he is 5'8 or 6'3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What if he doesn't have a good paying job, but finishes at 3pm on week days, and would love to get home, cook for you and pick up the kids until you get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)What if he eats 4 times a day but cooks for the entire house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)What if he doesn't like watching them, but buys them for you, because he knows you like watching them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)What if he complains about because he is so into you that he wants your undivided attention and values everything you have to say. What if he likes eye contact with you during conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)What if he does complain because he wants to build a family with you and thinks that your family unit needs to re-prioritise what is important. what if he realises that those irrelevant things just fill up your apartment (you know London apartments are tiny) and he would rather you guys save up the money and spend it doing things together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What if he doesn't adore your family but he tolerates them because he loves you. What if wants cats as well.. and what if instead of rabbits he wants loads of hamsters (I was going to say rats, but I think that's pushing it a bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What if he is man enough to marry you, but your definition of 'man enough' excludes him. (smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think giving you an ultimatum on May 2007 is kinda harsh, but I also know that in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Naija&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes people prefer that you marry and have problems within a marriage which they 'think' can be worked on, as opposed to being single. I think that's hilarious but hey ho. What do I know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul you are so on point with number 1, the  rest i beg to disagree. Here is my response to SOUL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This one is soulful o. You are on point but i don't want a man that likes food. It irritates me. I don;t mean that he shouldn't eat but eating like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;buffon&lt;/span&gt; is annoying to me. Point 3 is really good cos i know money isn't everything but remember that my mouth don tear how i go manage without buying anything new in a month. I am vain i know. He doesn't have to adore my family but he must like them for what they are to me. SOUL:mind your self o. U have got me thinking..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can we just get what we want sometimes.... why????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An uncle to a close friend decided to marry another wife and when he was asked the motive behind is decision: he said his wife doesn't fight for him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chineke&lt;/span&gt; that one pass me, doesn't fight for you how he was asked. He said most women will fight with their husbands/boyfriend he cheats on them but his own wife just shrugs and moves on with her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see anything wrong with that,maybe the woman is trying to avoid fighting with her husband.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is that you women out there should don your boxing gloves and fight for what is yours. If you get beaten in the process,just take it in stride and believe that it is for &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I may not blog till after Xmas but i have to wish you all a MERRY BERRY XMAS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I leave you all under the banner of HIS love this season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-7559242359798246113?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/7559242359798246113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=7559242359798246113' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7559242359798246113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/7559242359798246113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-talk-ii.html' title='Random Talk II'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998452757464314719.post-571066484144397195</id><published>2006-12-18T12:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T14:22:24.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Temmy is up for SALE!</title><content type='html'>A big thank you to everyone that prayed for my brother to continue to rest in peace. It was just an emotional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; for me. Just tears and tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, i thought it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;berra&lt;/span&gt; not to stay at home and mope cos everywhere i turned to in my house, it was as if i was seeing my brother's face. Then i called Mama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Temmy&lt;/span&gt; to let her know that i may be losing it o, luckily for me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Baba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Temmy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sef&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;dey&lt;/span&gt; house and both of them talked and pray with me for some time. Am i not just lucky to have them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should have just left me feeling that lovey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;dovey&lt;/span&gt; for them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;jejely&lt;/span&gt; but trust the duo the issue of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Temmy&lt;/span&gt; getting married came up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wahala&lt;/span&gt; started. I was meant to spend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; in Spain but my mummy vehemently refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She said and I quote '' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Temitayo&lt;/span&gt;, stop running. Ki lo n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; e so fun mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;iwo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;omo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt;''. Do you think you are still a child? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Bukky&lt;/span&gt; is having her 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; baby in a few months, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Deola's&lt;/span&gt; wedding is next week.....................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mummy i am not running i nearly shouted at her on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;. Her husband did not help matters when he said: I am giving you till May 2007 to make up your mind. To all the eligible and reasonable bachelors out there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Temmy&lt;/span&gt; is for sale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to spend the new year listening to their rantings, God help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Random Talk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just tired of all the uncertainty in this world. A family friend to a close friend(long one) got married in August 2006 and  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; it is one of the most sought after wedding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;webbies&lt;/span&gt; of 2006. Both husband and wife gushing with undying love, only for my friend to call me crying that the guy has been beating his new wife of 3 months. Serious blue-black kinda bashing, when no be say the man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; Mike Tyson. I am not so happy blogging about this but it is really sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend of mine that went to same Uni called me just before I decided to type this post that he has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;cheating on&lt;/span&gt; his wife of 5 months and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; know how to stop. First, i wanted to kill him for telling me. Do i look like a Pastor that can pray for him to stop, he said he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;awon&lt;/span&gt; boys for fear of them encouraging him to go on. He knew i was going to tongue lash him... did i do that??? I finished him. Prayed with him afterwards. And guess what he has been cheating with the babe he dated before he married his wife. Do we then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that love/lust  never dies???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am falling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt; with purple: got a pair of  purple sandals on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;. My Xmas pressie to myself! What can a single gal do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For the men willing to buy me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10 things I want in a man:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fear of God.&lt;br /&gt;2. Intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;3. Height should be between 5'9 and 6'2.&lt;br /&gt;4. A good paying job.&lt;br /&gt;5. Must not like eating the way men eat. 2x a day will be ace.&lt;br /&gt;6. Must love watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Naija&lt;/span&gt; home videos.&lt;br /&gt;7. He must not complain when i read M&amp;B when he is talking about something serious. I can multi task.&lt;br /&gt;8. He must not complain about my way of spending money on irrelevant things.&lt;br /&gt;9. He must adore my family + the pets, 3 dogs and enough rabbits!&lt;br /&gt;10.Man enough to marry ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998452757464314719-571066484144397195?l=temmytayo212.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/feeds/571066484144397195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4998452757464314719&amp;postID=571066484144397195' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/571066484144397195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998452757464314719/posts/default/571066484144397195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://temmytayo212.blogspot.com/2006/12/temmy-is-up-for-sale.html' title='Temmy is up for SALE!'/><author><name>temmy tayo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07042720448372046992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry></feed>
