<?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-26470310</id><updated>2011-09-06T21:59:53.880+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excite me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-5795613209550356113</id><published>2008-04-19T06:39:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T07:07:31.781+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunny, I'm home!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I neglected this place for almost two years...Well, I woke up today and thought, 'Hey, I feel like talkin to the world again'..Now here I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot has happened during these years..Alot that changed me as a person and my perspectives...Changes good for me...but not good for trying to relate to people I used to know...who cares though...Do I really want to? Are they really worth my time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We unwrap giftbox ribbons everyday when we wake up...What is in for me today..Is it a good or a bad surprise? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago, it was one of the worst surprises..a Major Shock about a friend I just got to know. I didn't think it would affect me this bad...All I can say though, is...I'm thankful for meeting him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was special and what amazed the both of us is how our personalities were EXACTLY similar..no, I'm not kidding...I saw me in Him..and I still do because it refreshes me...He makes me love myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving yourself is THE ingredient to get on and enjoy Life. and, when you meet someone who makes you feel that way without having to talk about it ......is rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I will ever see him again, but our memories will always keep me smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-5795613209550356113?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/5795613209550356113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=5795613209550356113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/5795613209550356113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/5795613209550356113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2008/04/hunny-im-home.html' title='Hunny, I&apos;m home!'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-6367416676430050184</id><published>2007-02-25T21:57:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:04:34.567+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of Kissing ASS:</title><content type='html'>Wanna gain recognition and move up the ladder in your career? Is Kissing ass the only way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my previous job, the asskissers there nauseated me..and now in this one, a few are lightin up my fuse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My associate is trying to prove something to a senior, lately he's really been suckin up to her..he got out of his way to do things &amp; involved her unnecessarily..only to prove how far he'd go for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He believes that if we're not on her good side, then we won't get anywhere..(eventhough, she's made opprobrious remarks, like once called him a *beep*..&amp; When she wants us to do something, she doesn't ask but &lt;strong&gt;DEMANDS.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree we gotta be on her good side because she's our senior, but we disagree about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He wants to give her what she wants; i.e. wag his tail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I ignore her and I don't give her what she wants. I'm not even willing to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she wasn't so stereotypical, judgemental, fishes for gossip, &amp; detects for flaws in other people, I wouldn't squinch my face everytime I think of her and them amigos kissing her ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-6367416676430050184?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/6367416676430050184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=6367416676430050184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/6367416676430050184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/6367416676430050184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2007/02/art-of-kissing-ass.html' title='The art of Kissing ASS:'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-449927116593117445</id><published>2007-02-21T23:58:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T00:26:36.031+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnoMMJB8Qfs/RdypnMjB0KI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lgtQx32IsRM/s1600-h/spacewalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnoMMJB8Qfs/RdypnMjB0KI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lgtQx32IsRM/s320/spacewalk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034084974341509282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe how overwhelmed I feel, when I see such pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic. I run out of words when I want to express..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space walk is another name for Extra-Vehicular Activity. A work done by an astronaut away from the earth and outside the aircraft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first EVA was carried out by Soviet cosmonaut &lt;strong&gt;Aleksei Leonov &lt;/strong&gt;on March 18, 1965 from the Voskhod 2 spacecraft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first EVA that was a moonwalk rather than a spacewalk was made by American astronaut &lt;strong&gt;Neil Armstrong &lt;/strong&gt;on July 20, 1969. He was joined by crewmate Buzz Aldrin, and their EVA lasted 2 hours and 32 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Wiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, That's wat I call accomplishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-449927116593117445?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/449927116593117445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=449927116593117445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/449927116593117445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/449927116593117445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2007/02/space-man.html' title='Space Man'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EnoMMJB8Qfs/RdypnMjB0KI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lgtQx32IsRM/s72-c/spacewalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-3145202214957289528</id><published>2007-02-20T15:43:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T16:18:23.328+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven things</title><content type='html'>I can’t stand this person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I write down what I don’t like, I must say, the first thing is the WAY she says it &amp; does her act. Her tone needs some polishing. Big TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Objects to everything&lt;/strong&gt;: We were organizing a goodbye lunch for a collegue, and we ordered a particular dish from a restaurant that’s good at making it. She objects and says, WHY HAVEN’T YOU GUYS ORDERED FROM THE OTHER RESTAURANT?’ Sugarhoney, you haven’t even  tried the food at that restaurant, so shut up. This isn’t the first time, she ALWAYS does it. We know you’re spoilt at home, at home, you get it your way, but please, consider others when you’re not at la casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Personality disorder:&lt;/strong&gt;  Whatever she does, and I mean it, WHATEVER SHE HAS DONE SO FAR, was because somebody else has done it. I.E. ‘I want it, I will get it’. I have to suffer hearing this stupid phrase when someone talks about whatever they have that she doesn’t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Benefits sucker:&lt;/strong&gt; She takes advantage. I.e. ‘Why do I have to pay, when I’m supposed to get it for free, I’m local’ She uses the ‘I’m local’ excuse ALL the time. I mean get over it, those days are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Career-'wise':&lt;/strong&gt; She wants to join another institution because ‘that’s the place to be’. You just joined this institution, so what are you smoking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Restaurant manners:&lt;/strong&gt; First of all, she will over-order, in addition, food pick. I.E. I chose a salad that I liked. She kept on goin on about how she didn’t want to eat it because she didn’t like it. Guess what. She started eating my salad that she didn’t like at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Staring problem:&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t know why she stares at me so much. Like, I don’t care if people stare at me, but there’s something about her stare that freaks me out. Something cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Confused vacationer: &lt;/strong&gt;After I came back from my vacation, she immediately said that she wanted to go to the exact places that I went to. I thought ‘oh that’s nice, I’m a tourist guide/ marketer, in addition to a Q&amp;A session about whatever the hell I did. I had no issues with it.  However, after vacationing at another place and visiting an island for a day. She said ‘I HAVE TO GO THERE’, called up some other colleagues and told them ‘ listen when we visit that place, we have to go to the island’.  That’s when I realized, she doesn’t know what she wants. Unfortunately, I realize too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-3145202214957289528?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/3145202214957289528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=3145202214957289528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/3145202214957289528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/3145202214957289528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2007/02/seven-things.html' title='Seven things'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-3861498752953587381</id><published>2007-02-19T22:02:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:31:20.353+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Glory</title><content type='html'>I went into the bathroom this morning..but while walking in, there was this other person using the MIDDLE STALL to do some major business. First of all, if you need to do it, Please use the last one ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I don't know WTF she ate, but she sure stank up the place. I couldn't breathe..While doin my business, I thought to myself 'I'll wait until she leaves, because I don't need to see this stink bomb'. I couldn't take it, I needed to set free, How much could I have breathed into my shirt, held my breath, cursed, &amp; suffocated myself because of some chick who couldn't do it at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I pushed the door open to rush out of the bathroom. I couldn't do it without washing my hands ofcourse and that's where I met her eye to eye. LIKE EW, I kept wondering who the F ..., she was one of the candidates..(Thank God we don't work in the same department) - Otherwise she'd be spraying out her sweet perfume before making the big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaa! She always wants to meet up with me for lunch or cafe. and now AFTER THIS...I bumped into her twice (same day), which is unusual cuz I rarely bump into her. And now, I feel so strange, cuz she knows that I know. That I know, she has some major gastro issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's not like there were more people in the bathroom, cuz when there's three, at least, you leave with a little bit of a suspicion, &amp; then it's over.&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7minutes later, my collegue makes this comment with a disgusted look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I can't believe how dirty some people are'. I said..'Right, U were at the bathroom, eh?' What sucks is that I know who did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you were me, Would you feel weird?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really need to do it, at least consider others by flushing a million times, spraying the loo or anything..But please Louise, even if that's too much for you to do, leave your stall AFTER everybody else..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-3861498752953587381?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/3861498752953587381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=3861498752953587381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/3861498752953587381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/3861498752953587381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2007/02/morning-glory.html' title='Morning Glory'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-4784344105098454930</id><published>2007-02-18T15:06:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T15:23:40.254+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes. SSSsssSSSSsss</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been bitten by a snake? Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snake is someone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who pretends to be somebody He/she’s NOT when they’re with you, but He/she has a totally different wild side when you are not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She/ He filters information from you to ‘look’ clean and innocent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She/ He pretends to be all goody goody so you don’t think less of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send you ‘sweet’ messages when they feel bad for the wrong they did to you, while you’re unaware of watever's happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revengeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance you from your friends or acquaintances or new people you meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they pick you to act their act?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they know you are too innocent &amp; Naïve to realize the real deal. Well folks, I found a reality check dictionary to ‘translate’ whatever these snakes say or do to me…So SNAKES, BITE ME ALL YOU WANT, cuz baby,    I’m immune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snakes act like this because they think people judge them the way they judge people. That's why, it's hard for them to be themselves. They better realize, it ain judgement day, so no need for that mask. Otherwise, why pull an act to a poor soul who really doesn't give 2 shits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-4784344105098454930?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/4784344105098454930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=4784344105098454930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/4784344105098454930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/4784344105098454930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2007/02/snakes-sssssssssssss.html' title='Snakes. SSSsssSSSSsss'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-513369696681372633</id><published>2007-02-17T10:18:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T10:51:54.725+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning</title><content type='html'>This morning: I was eating my cereal in the kitchen while reading the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my sister how her trip was down south. She told me, explaining how nice some of her friends were. I said 'AHA, OKAY'. and then she said..Person X is so Nice, (he's younger than her) and I don't think he's gud for you because he's too NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me!! WTF? Don't I deserve a nice person, I said. She said, no well, you're different. Nosy, you ask alot of questions, and that puts people off..&amp; she went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYES WIDE OPEN...lookin for that knife (just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shall I say, If that's what my sister thinks then...LO &amp; behold the others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosy..is when you butt into people's personal lives and repeat it to others. NO. It is NOT me. When i say things, I make sure their already publicized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask questions because I'm interested to know how people live their lives. I don't do it for nothing..I like to know...because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, a couple of years ago, I was struck with devasting news about myself, &amp; from then on, I changed..Until today, I never talk about it because I haven't felt all that comfortable around anyone to speak about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, before judging people, ALWAYS and I mean it ALWAYS, think deeply because that person mustve been through something &amp; never spoke about it. Especially as we grow older, shit happens to everyone..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't count all your shits, flush em, because everyday is a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds sick, it's true though, Just don't let your imagination take you to the gutter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-513369696681372633?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/513369696681372633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=513369696681372633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/513369696681372633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/513369696681372633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2007/02/saturday-morning.html' title='Saturday Morning'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-8443083507948604407</id><published>2007-02-13T10:40:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T10:50:02.725+04:00</updated><title type='text'>1- 2- 3- Party's dead</title><content type='html'>I walked into the office, all smiles, great mood, cheerful, high fives here n there, jokes all over the place UNTIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My green-eyed manager who has her own issues at home, but lets it out on everyone at work blows me off for something that my collegue  bimbo, didn’t fill in about... Maybe it is a lil bit of my fault for not reminding her highness that she couldn't do what she did...I didn't know she did it in the 1ST PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s the more experience one , I thought she knew the works anyway…recently she was promoted so it’s not like she didn’t know the rulez.  She pretends to be something she is NOT. In the office..we think  she is RAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now ms. green-eye who looks over everything, blamed me for it and even had the nerve to tell me…’MAYBE BIMBO TOLD YOU, BUT YOU FORGOT’! &lt;em&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?&lt;/em&gt; She talks to us with this beastly tone everytime we ‘make’ a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally uncool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of a background on both of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are friends; well they started to hang out together. Bimbo is totally her bitch. Bimbo lives alone, she has uno or duo friends here in Dubz. You see, bimbo is sweet, but she always gets me into trouble with her because of her ‘takin it easy’ attitude with her bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just because you are ' friends' doesn't mean you can GET AWAY WITH IT&lt;/strong&gt;. Who cares anyway when Ms. Green-eye will pick on me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. I still love my work .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Work's cool, but they're not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-8443083507948604407?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/8443083507948604407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=8443083507948604407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/8443083507948604407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/8443083507948604407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2007/02/1-2-3-partys-dead.html' title='1- 2- 3- Party&apos;s dead'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-1298964261369296135</id><published>2007-02-05T19:10:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:44:08.655+04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Natural, So Beautiful</title><content type='html'>What's wrong with natural these days.. Is it fading out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anything wrong with a short call to say hello without some underlying message that I have to waste my brain cells to think about 'WTF? *Shakin head*'. So what? I seriously do NOT believe in the one on one relationship. "If you...I will.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please! Whatever happened to kickin back and lettin it flow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's seriously nothing wrong with pickin up the phone n catchin up with an old friend..It feels nice when people think about you. I love that feeling and I &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; others to feel that way tooo..So that's why. I DO NOT CARE IF YOU'RE IN TOUCH or not. because if I enjoy your company, then I will put an effort and HOLLLLLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rant was inspired by a phone call today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame one. Not worth mentioning. Heh, only to realize that some people will never change because they choose to stick within themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think the spotlite's always on 'diversification'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe it's for &lt;em&gt;Finances &lt;/em&gt;only. It begins with the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the rant inspiration, I'll move onto something more positive and enlightning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This post was inspired by something else too..I cut back on blogging but I realized if I don't blog enough, I will miss out on meeting great people from Bloggy Land who are keepin it real....So I will try to post more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, you know who you are..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-1298964261369296135?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/1298964261369296135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=1298964261369296135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/1298964261369296135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/1298964261369296135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-natural-so-beautiful.html' title='So Natural, So Beautiful'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-1716995329815878362</id><published>2006-12-26T10:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T11:07:07.972+04:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Begins witha S.M.I.L.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnoMMJB8Qfs/RZDJc6HAyoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ax20iEAR8W0/s1600-h/diving+coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnoMMJB8Qfs/RZDJc6HAyoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ax20iEAR8W0/s320/diving+coke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012727883735550594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instead of trippin over things YOU cannot change, count it as a blessing, cause you know what? Things could have been much worse! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blocking thoughts (It's getting easier now), keeping myself as busy as hell (even I KNOW I’m overdoing it with the activities and interests, but what the hell? As long as I keep stooped insane thoughts out of my head. I've become more daring on the activities side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What thoughts? Thoughts that make me fume and burn! That's no good, because it would make me look just &lt;strong&gt;ugly&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly – uh uh. What you feel is what other people see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ‘ve been away for the past 2 months. I’m left with charming memories of that time. The picture makes me relive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-1716995329815878362?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/1716995329815878362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=1716995329815878362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/1716995329815878362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/1716995329815878362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/12/2007-begins-witha-smile.html' title='2007 Begins witha S.M.I.L.E.'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EnoMMJB8Qfs/RZDJc6HAyoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ax20iEAR8W0/s72-c/diving+coke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-5222104141010172779</id><published>2006-11-08T18:54:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T19:07:07.922+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes there are things that happen to us that's no baskin 31 flavor, and u know when they say 'IT'S ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL GUUUUUUUUUUD'. Well, lemme tell you something folks, &lt;strong&gt;it is all good&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, wherever you are supposed to be, whoever you meet, all the whatevers that happen to you, all the whomevers that you meet, and all the whenevers that happen....is part of fate..is part of how we enrich our experiences and make the best out of whatever that is happening to us at THAT momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaping up, even if you have 5 minutes left, will make a difference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me..I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the beauty of life..&lt;strong&gt;What goes up, Must come down &lt;/strong&gt;(Quoting the first persona whos ever said this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you see dog poop on your carpet, don't whine about it, change it and you'll see, your living room looks much better with wooden floors...Would you have known that if that doggie didn't poop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-5222104141010172779?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/5222104141010172779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=5222104141010172779' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/5222104141010172779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/5222104141010172779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/11/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-5583996103430019611</id><published>2006-11-03T22:55:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T23:12:49.081+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you keep a secret?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/778002/2/istockphoto_778002_secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/778002/2/istockphoto_778002_secret.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A secret will leak out eventually. If not today, tomorrow, the day after, years..who cares but..&lt;strong&gt;it will leak.&lt;/strong&gt; So if you think your secret's safe, think again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-5583996103430019611?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/5583996103430019611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=5583996103430019611' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/5583996103430019611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/5583996103430019611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/11/can-you-keep-secret.html' title='Can you keep a secret?'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-4767418648432951935</id><published>2006-11-03T00:58:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T01:23:23.766+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Refresh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jp33.com/images/misc/coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.jp33.com/images/misc/coke.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;damn you suga! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higggggggh. Now, does anyone know any other 'healthy' alternatives to pump me up other than a can of &lt;strong&gt;COCA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-4767418648432951935?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/4767418648432951935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=4767418648432951935' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/4767418648432951935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/4767418648432951935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/11/refresh.html' title='Refresh'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-5885600830293305896</id><published>2006-10-20T14:01:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T14:24:08.274+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you really want that?!</title><content type='html'>Are we always 100% of what we want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember so many things I've wanted in the past, BUT right now, it seems like I didn't really want them because I didn't take that &lt;em&gt;further step to push for it&lt;/em&gt;..I don't have some of what I've wanted - &lt;em&gt;at that time&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does that mean that I yearned just for the heck of it? How do we know that what we want is what we ACTUALLY want...If we really want it, we would do anything to get it...But what if we have no control of obtaining..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever we want changes with time, the situation, and how far up our minds have grown..I don't think we could ever want the same thing for the rest of our lives..If we get one thing we will want another thing, and then want want want more more more.. &amp; never stops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes we don't know what we want..when we start questioning it then...&lt;strong&gt;YOU DON'T REALLY WANT IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-5885600830293305896?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/5885600830293305896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=5885600830293305896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/5885600830293305896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/5885600830293305896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/10/do-you-really-want-that.html' title='Do you really want that?!'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-6437415066103109086</id><published>2006-10-12T00:38:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T01:12:17.791+04:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE to..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1958/3231/1600/buddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1958/3231/400/buddy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEDIVING is a more of mind game rather than a sport..I can never imajine diving down to 20 meters without an air tank..But who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person in the pic is freediving .A peaceful, heavenly feeling..down in clear waters...Just like yoga, Freediving releases stress and nourishes your senses once again..The thing is with YOGA, your mind can EASILY WANDER to I don't know where and what bad memories, but when you're down in the water...will IT REALLY!? I don't think so..especially freediving..you'll be too busy trying to breathe! (Since the Dive on single breath of air)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The World Champion free diver (Martin Stepanek) went down to 108 meters  DAYYMN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, I will be able to dive freely without a tank...It's a challenge...Probably when I'm really sick of everything and desperate to do something out of the ordinary, I will be bold enough to do it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-6437415066103109086?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/6437415066103109086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=6437415066103109086' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/6437415066103109086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/6437415066103109086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/10/free-to.html' title='FREE to..'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-655764381862537624</id><published>2006-10-07T00:31:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T00:34:51.868+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Study</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1958/3231/1600/audia3_regist006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1958/3231/400/audia3_regist006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my future hOuse will have a study like this..It's everything I've ever imajined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-655764381862537624?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/655764381862537624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=655764381862537624' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/655764381862537624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/655764381862537624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/10/study.html' title='Study'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115994734566072273</id><published>2006-10-04T11:14:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T11:35:45.673+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh-They're Ka-yuute!</title><content type='html'>You know what makes me feel so uncomfortable sometimes!?!? When people show me pictures of their children...or like when I ask ..'so how many kids do you have?' making some kind of conversation...they start showing me pictures..in my heart, I'm like OH-SHIT...I really don't wanna see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to pretend to say 'cute,,they're sweeet,,she looks like you,,,ahh who does she look like... but my expressions sound fake when I'm fakin it..especially so when the kid is not that cute, I &lt;em&gt;trrrrry&lt;/em&gt; so hard to hide it with a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'sweeet'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;....or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'he looks like a naughty one'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start making up crazy sentences to hide what I actually think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Im no fan of kidso's anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT OF CONTEXT: the investment counselor at work &lt;strong&gt;overuses&lt;/strong&gt; investment lingos to describe anything! Just now he used 'straight out of the horse's mouth'...He says other shit too all the time..and guess what happened right now, he passed my desk, stopped and gave me this look 'as in he wanted to tell me something'...Like he knew I was writing something about him!! HA HA FREAKY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115994734566072273?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115994734566072273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115994734566072273' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115994734566072273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115994734566072273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-theyre-ka-yuute.html' title='Oh-They&apos;re Ka-yuute!'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115956846794661235</id><published>2006-09-30T02:15:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T02:21:07.960+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there!</title><content type='html'>Early this morning  I laid in bed, first of all it was too comfy  and second of all..&lt;em&gt;WHAT THE HELL WAS I DOING WITH MY LIFE?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I needed to bring the old me back, the carefree positive person…Where was she? Who took her away? Why Have I changed into this unhappy, uptite, moody person? If I continue this way, I’m gonna lose it, and my loved ones are gonna get sick of me and subscribe prozak or something..I needed to get myself back on track! TOOT TOOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was me listening to the wrong voice… two voices control us…remember in the cartoons where there was an angel and devil on Sylvesters shoulders whenever he started to think?!!? But he had all the rite to kill tweety..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess for the past couple of months, I needed to give that angel a chance..and ignore the devil..It wasn’t normal how I preferred to ditch everybody and choose to stay alone rather than socialize..But I guess at some point in your life, you gotta give yourself a break…Even extroverts need a break!!! A good push was diving down under..at that time my mind drifted to another place,  away from the rest of the world… the only thing that mattered was how much I enjoyed being away from the busy city to explore another part of the world that moves freely and being one of them….This was a good push to helping me bring the old me back… Some time on my own with strangers and a friend who we understand one another without words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to let go of the past..the bad memories… &lt;strong&gt;SHIT HAPPENS! LET GO MISSY!&lt;/strong&gt; So now I think before I talk, am more focused on what I want, who I need to spend time with and how to give myself more credit and spend my time doing efficient things &amp; most important to start enjoying myself..! The positive voice must of all musts speak louder than the negative one.. or you know what?..It should SCREAM! HELL YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, I pushed the devil out of my way, woke up and the old me made its way out of the closet. With sexy jeans and killer heels…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with an old friend, it was good to catch up and to realize for a person of her nature to trust me, was an honor of its own…A great person, &amp; a great catch up…This weekend was good… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello World!!! What's on for tomorrow!?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115956846794661235?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115956846794661235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115956846794661235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115956846794661235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115956846794661235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-there.html' title='Hello there!'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115943482402239957</id><published>2006-09-28T13:06:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T13:20:50.946+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Life</title><content type='html'>This morning, I played some Keith Sweat from back in 96..His ‘twisted’ album brought back a lot of memories…especially my friends and all the fun we had…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn’t know was that in the future, I wouldn't know anything about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them, our laughs, outings, ect....but I guess we have to grow up and learn that friends come and go and no matter what stage we pass through in life, we will always meet someone better..&amp; there will always be someone to share our experiences with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what they are doing right now..I could spend forever just wondering..but you know what? I have better things to do with my time..hehe            The clock’s tickin’ and I don’t wanna b runnin after it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish things would be just as simple as the way they used to be….with only a few places to go to, a few tv and radio channels and a city that wasn’t so overpopulated… Back in those days, people were more &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt;….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at school kids, they act like grown ups and not they’re age…We weren’t like that…We lived each age the way it was supposed to be&lt;strong&gt;......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were more innocent…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115943482402239957?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115943482402239957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115943482402239957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115943482402239957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115943482402239957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/09/simple-life.html' title='Simple Life'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115899427124219490</id><published>2006-09-23T10:49:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T10:51:11.253+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal</title><content type='html'>The other day at work, a Managing Director visited us from another country. At her late 30s, she was already a MD, and she’s already gaining some political influence with her Country’s government as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stylish, Friendly, Confident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 – 13 years down the line, I thought that’s where I see myself.. So currently, I’m working to reach that level but taking things and learning the basics one step at a time…I realized at that level, there is so much respect nobody in the company would dare judge you wrong because if they compare themselves to you, they’ll realize that they haven’t done much…in all those years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young business woman in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A set mind + Will = Everything is possible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think where you see yourself in the future, &lt;strong&gt;work hard &lt;/strong&gt;&amp; Don’t let anything get in the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115899427124219490?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115899427124219490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115899427124219490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115899427124219490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115899427124219490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/09/goal.html' title='Goal'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115842635155166928</id><published>2006-09-16T20:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:05:51.563+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to tell</title><content type='html'>When I see people smile and laugh away, it makes me feel much much better and it calms my anxieties down..So being around people who take it easy, really makes a difference! Yall Easy Peasy's, come rite out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week, I realized that I confesssed things to my 'friend' who I trusted for years...But she betrayed that trust by blabbing whatever I felt out about anybody or anything..Ironically enough, I don' feel hurt..I learnt a lesson..the hard way..As usual..Anyway, so I don't know what damage she has done..and one of them is what others who don't know think about me..because of all the shit she said to them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure they have an impression..Life is too short for me to go and confront her and make a big issue about things. Something tells me that it's gonna fire her rite back in the ass..It's just not her..confrontation with senselessness is really a waste of anybody's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way I can change people's perspectives, is to socialize with them so they can figure out the real me..But is it really necessary to socialize with people who HAVE ZERO SIMILAR INTERESTs?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a person who is so selfish, materialistic and inconsiderate and who doesn't understand the concept of 'forgive and forget'..In the short-term..It's all good..But in the longer term, life could get bitchy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole bunch of people on my watchlist..who I know in one or another are gonna pay the price..But when..I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just &lt;strong&gt;the spectator&lt;/strong&gt;..Sittin back with my popcorn, legs right up on the seat infront..and just watching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Back to those smiles.. Ironically, blabbing to happy strangers, who've been there-done that, alleviate some of my most pathetic worries because listening to their experiences opens new perspectives and makes me realize that half the people I met here, having nothing to tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even when you have something to tell, They are too shallow to listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115842635155166928?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115842635155166928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115842635155166928' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115842635155166928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115842635155166928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/09/something-to-tell.html' title='Something to tell'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115745986087900634</id><published>2006-09-05T16:28:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T16:37:40.903+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>During the last couple of days, I had to let off a lot of heat built up inside me. I could literally feel the flames. Although I try to be as positive because I believe you realize satisfaction with a positive mind.  Sometimes our surroundings extract the positive energy and creates a negative cloud. The negative cloud, from what I see, is insecurity.. What does it take to be confident and sensible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that’s the problem..Ima just gonna move on, watch them blow themselves out (when you fake it, you will reach the point of falling apart – but Lord knows when) &amp; continue watching..I’m not here to change the world or make people feel better about themselves because it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to work a clean heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand the pleasure of watching other people suffer…Anyways, as for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will change:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My surroundings: Cut off a few people and move on..I’d rather be alone than be around them..Something good will always come around….and good people are definitely out there. What's the point of being around people who wait to watch the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let things go more easily. YOURSELF is the number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not change:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My honesty: What you see is what you get: I’ve always been like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm: That’s me..When I’m angry, it’s X 100000000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerfulness: I don't care if you're in a bad mood and your under stress but don't let it out on me dude. Chill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115745986087900634?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115745986087900634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115745986087900634' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115745986087900634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115745986087900634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/09/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115705126253683849</id><published>2006-08-31T23:06:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:07:42.550+04:00</updated><title type='text'>TO YOU</title><content type='html'>What amazes me is how much GARBAGE I have to put up with from people. Hypocrisy and bullshit is what they’re good for. I’m talking about a huge percentage of morons within the community I live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why pretend you’r all religious when you’re intentions are the nastiest? Did God grant us our religion because he knew what kind of people we would turn out to be if we didn’t follow principles..Even the basic ones YOU CAN’T follow..because you’re so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why f’n judge people when you’re f’n hiding things behind your husbands back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why f’n bullshit lies to fuck a person up, especially when they take the person who has the cleanest intentions as the bait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you actually think people respect you more when you say ‘X SAID THIS ABOUT U, Z SAID THIS AND THAT?’ I pity you because you belittle yourself by doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to confidence? Do you have to dangle out your boobies and tooshies to attract men OR women? Oh ya, thanks for reminding me that bringin out the hoochie mama in you is the new Chanel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all the decent people? No seriously..where are they? I’m learning everyday that getting a bang is what’s so important nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are liars the new saints? Why do I f’n have to meet liars who can’t be honest? Why do I believe them? Why do I sill accommodate assholes you remember me when they have noone in their lives and then the cycle of ‘forget and remember’ repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I f’n have to give people a chance because I believe there’s a little place in their heart where I can see some goodness and I justify their actions with issues their going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when someone tells me something a person said about me, I let it go and I’m still normal with them? These things are too pathetic to waste my time with. &amp; to you, you bitch, why are u telling me? You think it makes me wanna give you a hug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t people have anything to do with their time, like TRY TO THINK FOR EXAMPLE rather than think about what others have and how to be better than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to educating yourselves? Gaining some real general knowledge? At least when I mention global warming, YOU WOULD KNOW WHAT I MEAN..especially when you consider yourself smart.. NO, NOT SMART ABOUT COUNTING HOW MANY designer bags you own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ladies and gents, TOO BAD, you will NEVER reach anywhere. OR WAIT. The way the world is, you guys are the ones that will rock. Because principles, honesty, and integrity are sooooo PASSE. Old skool.&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell myself something: From now on I am gonna start thinking the worst about YOUR intentions because unfortunately it always turns out to be the truth rather than look positively at people who don’t deserve it because they’re still stuck in a bubble of immaturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing shocks me anymore unless you electrocute me.  My blank face is all you will get NOW. I won’t even nod, because the next thing I hear is you bullshitting to people that I was trying to hit on your man..Oh will there be a next time? Even if you pay me and I’m bored to death, I won’t waste my time with people like yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I get angry, just like the way YOU MADE ME now, oh How I would wish to pull the trigger at people who haven’t grown up and are still big pimpin it like a fucking 14 year old who can’t figure out the truth from the lies because of how much they lie. One tip though: When you lie, be consistent, cuz my brain is not the size of a pea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. pull the trigger to scare you with the noise, not screw you with the bullet;P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, why am I still being nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115705126253683849?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115705126253683849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115705126253683849' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115705126253683849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115705126253683849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-you.html' title='TO YOU'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115675910352527589</id><published>2006-08-28T13:55:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T13:58:23.536+04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Bizarre</title><content type='html'>You know when people go on about how there’s a slight chance things could happen. Such as : &lt;em&gt;‘there’s a 10% chance that this could happen to you, so don’t worry about it.’.&lt;/em&gt; I don’t buy that shit and I don’t think whatever amount of percentage to release anxiety will ever release it. &lt;strong&gt;SHIT HAPPENS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always happens to me. I can’t lie because I always get caught. &lt;br /&gt;I usually bump into people getting down with stuff that they wouldn’t want anybody to know about.&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes read emails (V. SHOCKING INFO) by mistake. (It's usually in my face screaming 'READ ME' so I HAD NO CHOICE)  &lt;br /&gt;I don’t regularly see some people, but when I do, I see them at the places that are the most bizarre. AT THE TRAFFIC LITE, I SAW THIS GUY (THAT MY COLLEGUE WAS TRYING TO HOOK ME UP WITH) GETTING IT ON WITH HIS WHITE CHICK! Hook up alrite!&lt;br /&gt;What’s more odd than one of my friends bumping into a blogger (both don’t live in the country that they were at) but I do – she told me about it (obviously she doesn’t know he’s a blogger) but when I put the pieces in place, it was he…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank expressions. All the time now. To whatever the case may be.. I feel I’m livin in a sitcom, hoping that things could turn my way (the way I want it to B) ONE DAY rather than all the drama I have to live and later laugh about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small percentages can make big differences. It only takes a little pull.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115675910352527589?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115675910352527589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115675910352527589' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115675910352527589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115675910352527589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-bizarre.html' title='How Bizarre'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115607194650337046</id><published>2006-08-20T14:58:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T15:05:46.516+04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your puzzle</title><content type='html'>Interesting how..…our lives are pieced together. One big puzzle with pieces of different size, color, picture, ect... When we meet different people or things happen to us, it helps us build a better picture of what the puzzle should look like.. in a way it helps us make connections between the past and the future...To tell you the truth, so much has happened to me, and I still can’t put the pieces together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met so many people through work, interviews, college, or random acquaintances. I don’t believe meeting a person ONLY ONCE is an end to the story; something in the future will definitely come up relevant to that person. Some don’t necessarily play a big role in the future, but at least we learnt something from them or made a new persona discovery that will help us better analyze the ones we meet in the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People with certain qualities are attracted to one person. For example, the players are attracted to person A or like complicated people are attracted to person B or the guys on rebound are attracted to H or or or..the list is endless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back, I can see the pattern.. How I’ve attracted a bunch of different qualities (outside my friends circle)…like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Wild gurls who pretend to be all goody when they’re around me. Deep down I personally never figured why they hung around me so much when I used to get on their nerves&lt;br /&gt;2. Nerdy guys who are funny &amp; preppy.&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys who are hard-working.&lt;br /&gt;4. Guys who are taken but feel comfortable around me&lt;br /&gt;5. Nerdy gurls who have issues with me….&lt;br /&gt;6. Gay people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that tell you something about me? *Laughin out Loud* I JUST THINK IT’S FUNNY! The good thing is that I can get along with anybody because…………. &lt;strong&gt;I AM JUST SO CURIOUS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115607194650337046?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115607194650337046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115607194650337046' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115607194650337046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115607194650337046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-your-puzzle.html' title='What&apos;s your puzzle'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115553369969452144</id><published>2006-08-14T09:31:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T09:34:59.706+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Down</title><content type='html'>I hate everything that’s happening. The older I get, the more disgraceful the world is turning into. Everything is related to the price of oil, currencies, interest rates, anything financial. It really sucks and it’s the truth…Nonone will make a decision to save f’in lives without having to control whatever financial measures…. &lt;br /&gt;People are racists, I mean it was so obvious the London ‘so-called’ attack was a boobytrap to lower oil prices…It’s just to waste our times, screw our race..and now our times at the airport…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will always be like this….Resources are scarce, the world is getting warmer, ice is melting., destructing forests, nature disasters, racisism…Why am I worrying about all this?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I’m not gonna waste my time with this, because I don’t think anybody in the world listens to each other…..I just thought I’d share how I feel because for some reason I feel nonchalant and it’s because, in addition to all this,  I’m thinking about something else that I have no control of. Life is testing my patience. .Why did the tell me?..&amp; Why can’t I stop thinking about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115553369969452144?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115553369969452144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115553369969452144' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115553369969452144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115553369969452144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/08/down.html' title='Down'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115503945910204765</id><published>2006-08-08T15:58:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:17:39.186+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Marry</title><content type='html'>When guys play it cool and act all friendly, they’re usually the ones that are taken. Boo-hoo. I know a few guys that are sweethearts..but…… AND the ones that are single are the biggest morons I can’t even STAND… AM I LUCKY OR WHAT!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing…...when gurls are getting engaged…(you know before they announce it, there’s the whole ‘talking period’ only their fams know about it.).they start asking about my brothers sometimes even referring them to ‘their husbands’…..(not that I even give a rat’s ass) only to find out one month later, they’re engaged! They start asking things like..oh wat’s he doing, where does he work, where does he hang blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the screwy way they roll here… You can’t ask anybody you know about their brothers because they think you wanna marry them and friendly guys who you really like and are fun to hang out with are the ones that are taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage seems like a relief point to so many things…especially when gurls wanna get away with things! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ROLLING MY EYES RIGHT NOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115503945910204765?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115503945910204765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115503945910204765' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115503945910204765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115503945910204765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/08/merry-marry.html' title='Merry Marry'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115441479621544040</id><published>2006-08-01T10:38:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T10:46:36.226+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired by Papillona’s ‘Regrets’ Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I regret I haven’t made a few moves or responded to them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it’s for the best because the world is getting smaller, and at the rate it’s going, I’m getting to know a lot of people and a lot OFF people, so I better keep my cover. And it’s because juicy gossip lands on my lap! Trust me, I don’t ask for it, but I think it’s really funny the way I have this magnet to gossip OR rendez-vous’s that definitely will come in handy for my future knowledge. &lt;strong&gt;EVIL LAUGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So particular regrets make me wanna go back in TIME. &lt;em&gt;I WANNA JUMP BACK, twirl, &amp; not hold back from doing things that if I've done, wouldve added some spice into past memories&lt;/em&gt; If I knew the future back then, which is what the present is for me rite now, that it would turn out this way (I’m NOT complaining, I love it right now), I would have done them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because 4 words to describe being back home: Same old Same Old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, let me list some of my regrets: (They’re not the same people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he asked me if I wanted coffee, I wish I said YES, I’ll have a LATTE.&lt;br /&gt;When he gave me his number on his email, I wish I called rather than right back oo etfalsaft 3aleih.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I talked to him more in our classes.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I went out with peekaboo more, doin our dances!&lt;br /&gt;I WISH I gave up the moment I heard her voice.&lt;br /&gt;If I went up to him and said hello THE TWO TIMES I SAW HIM, I know things would’ve been different now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just little things, but it would’ve been fun if I weren’t so uptight during those moments. SOOO even though I live by ‘TAKE THE CHANCE, DON’T GIVE A SHIT, and LIVE THE MOMENT’. Sometimes I hold back...I don’t know why…But I’m sure, it’s for the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Writing this post sure is lagging some work I have to finish! No regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115441479621544040?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115441479621544040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115441479621544040' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115441479621544040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115441479621544040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/08/inspired-by-papillonas-regrets-post.html' title='Inspired by Papillona’s ‘Regrets’ Post'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115364281250499395</id><published>2006-07-23T12:06:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:20:13.286+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I wish I WISH</title><content type='html'>There are so many lives I wanna experience, places I’d love to live for a while, and adventurous rendezvous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say that ‘I love it here in Dubai’ knowing that I don’t like living in most of the places that I really want to live in..because I lived there and felt that despite all the good fun, hustle and bustle, there’s no place like home… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a magic wand, I’d be in a jungle somewhere, hiking, swimming, taking pictures, talking to the natives and coming back with a zillion and one pictures and one hell of an experience…I wanna be close to the ocean, dive with the sharks, surf a bigass wave and feel as fit as ever with the sexiest tan…I’ll eat seafood day and night, listening to Cuban bolero, doin the dance in a run down authentic restaurant with good food and  happy people who’s faces are lit with smiles and laughter and cheers to another good day..No worries, no need for lavishness…Just enjoying the little things far far away from the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNAP!  My background is nothing but Indian accents, the sound of the A/C (which is really cold) and I’m thinking about lunch. I should get back to world markets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115364281250499395?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115364281250499395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115364281250499395' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115364281250499395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115364281250499395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wish-i-wish-i-wish.html' title='I wish I wish I WISH'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115303094165083873</id><published>2006-07-16T10:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T10:22:21.660+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzled</title><content type='html'>For some reason, this morning in the office pantry, I was remembering the crazy stuff  S&amp;D’d  (Said and done) in high school. Less than a year ago, I bumped into a high school friend and we instantly clicked! Now, we have to meet up at least every other week. Anyway, so, I was remembering a few things like the rumor about her third nipple. I’m still laughing about it. I still don’t know how they came up with it! And WHY?!!? Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back, I never thought for a minute I’d be in touch with classmates I hardly knew and lose touch with the ones I was close to the most..Ironic. My whole life is IRONIC! I can’t even make decisions without changing them last minute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with me..When I say ‘I will never do this or that’, I do it the next minute... Is it because I don’t know what I want or I don’t care? &lt;br /&gt;And before I go out or anything, I am SOOO queasy and lazy to move my butt out of the house, but once I’m out it’s all good, cool and I’m having a blast! I can’t explain this…hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115303094165083873?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115303094165083873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115303094165083873' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115303094165083873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115303094165083873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/07/puzzled.html' title='Puzzled'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115251298214007824</id><published>2006-07-10T10:25:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T10:29:42.153+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Fella</title><content type='html'>.Irrational. it is to hold back developing your colleague’s knowledge, skills, and basics she/he needs to learn to do their job a 100%, because you’re scared one day they’ll be better than you and get promoted before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that’s the way you're gonna play about helping others improve then you better change it because as they’re learning the basics, you’re learning the challenges. You will always be one step ahead unless you give up and start dwelling on who’s better and who’s not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you start comparing yourself, that’s when you’re losing your game. Nobody will ever know whats goin on in the other's subconscious. What if they want something else, we wont be doing the same thing forever. Opportunities will come from anywhere. So chill out and give something to your workplace. You wanna be remembered for the good juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115251298214007824?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115251298214007824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115251298214007824' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115251298214007824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115251298214007824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-fella.html' title='Good Fella'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115225978165731657</id><published>2006-07-07T11:29:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T12:09:41.736+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7757/2770/1600/_ixic.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7757/2770/320/_ixic.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is interrelated...Compare our lives to the graph. If you know how commodities, equities,markets,etc..move, then you'll understand that everyday we're in for a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's good or bad event, Move your self up or down, and you'll make a graph of your own 'stock'. When somebody wants to invest in 'your' stock, they'd rather see it go up all the time with &lt;em&gt;a few or alot of resistance&lt;/em&gt;? Watever it is, it's up to you to how you control the lenght of your reactions to shit that happens. You're stock better trend up otherwise you don't want smartasses selling calls on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you know nothing bout finance, you're gonna read this with an eyebrow raised thinking &lt;strong&gt;.Wacky bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115225978165731657?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115225978165731657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115225978165731657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115225978165731657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115225978165731657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-walk.html' title='Random Walk'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115199349289400242</id><published>2006-07-04T10:08:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T10:11:32.906+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work + Marriage = ?</title><content type='html'>A colleague of mine was describing her marriage life. She and her husband both work and come home at round 6ish - 7ish p.m. They work in different places, they’re tired, go to the gym, cook, then slack around a lil bit infront of the tele and then sleep. HMMM apart from slacking around which Im sure they’re dozing off with a little bit of a headbang…it makes me wonder about marriage life! When will we have time to spend with each other? For example, I remember my ex collegue used to stay at work till 10 pm and he recently moved to Dubai with his wife who’s a newbie to the city and him. It sucks, poor her. When do they spend time with each other? What do they do? In general, balancing both is very difficult when you’re working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the higher up your ranks are, the less time to spend. It even gets more complicated if kids are involved. How are we going to raise them if we’re not at home?  I’ve seen the difference between kids raised by working moms and housewives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just gets more and more complicated. Oh, then there’s the vacation planning and how many days, promotions, overseas training, what if one is in gvt and the other is in pvt, timings…etc..I need to STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m sure, once it actually happens, it won’t be as hard as it sounds…as long as there’s an understanding between both and they discuss the best way to balance time when they’re both working. &lt;strong&gt;COMPROMISING IS THE KEY&lt;/strong&gt;. Once they start to compromise, it will take off from there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115199349289400242?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115199349289400242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115199349289400242' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115199349289400242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115199349289400242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/07/work-marriage.html' title='Work + Marriage = ?'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115117779599734177</id><published>2006-06-24T22:45:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:36:36.330+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Well Soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7757/2770/1600/mia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7757/2770/320/mia2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I started "blog-posting" a few months ago, I was more of a reader rather than a writer. There are blogs I read all the time because they are SO interesting and entertaining and I'd love to meet the person behind the words..because in blogland, you can't hide who you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mia'&lt;/strong&gt;s was one of them, and since I started posting, I really look forward to reading her comments. She makes me laugh (Alot)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia's a toughy and she'll get through :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mia, look at the bright side, when you're in the hospital, IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU, so take advantage and ask for anything you want hehe! and During times like these, u know who you're friends are...Y&lt;br /&gt;You ARE very lucky to have a friend like chopperdude. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115117779599734177?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115117779599734177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115117779599734177' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115117779599734177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115117779599734177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/06/get-well-soon.html' title='Get Well Soon!'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115087212391922822</id><published>2006-06-21T10:38:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T10:42:03.930+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Bitch</title><content type='html'>I cut off bitching in real life, it's killing me, so I’m gonna start speaking in here. The reason is because I hardly trust and then you never know how it comes back to u.  I’m gonna make it a weekly thing and let’s see if I feel better and more chilled.. If you guys wanna bitch too, feel free to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘N’: I can’t stand the way you repeat things a gazillion times. You sound like a radio from the way you speak with no pauses. Please, take a breather. It will make you less agitated all the time and try to smile during meetings rather than look like you’re ready to take a blow. AND please HYGIENE. I wanted to kill you after u couldn’t stop touching ur eyes, and ears and then MY MOUSE. Eft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘R’: Your body language and eye contact piss the hell out of me. The way you stand right behind me every morning before the meetings, REALLY MAKES ME wanna turn around and SCREAM. PLEASE, we don’t need to go together and when you speak to me, don’t come too close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘S’: The fact that you’re getting married with your colorful background is SO UNFAIR. &lt;strong&gt;SO SO UNFAIR&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘G’: The reason we don’t hang is because you wanna dig things out of me all the time. I don’t have valuable information. I’m not a gold mine in Nigeria. I haven’t seen in u ages. Sadly, I don’t miss u, The WAY you front, copy my style and try to be ‘ME’ is annoying. They told me, I never believed them and now I can see it. Make it less obvious sista and be real. (Not everyone should like u) I feel like a kid saying this but can’t do nothing when u act like one ALL THE TIME around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘N’: Your messages every week with the same question annoys me. CHANGE THE question. In emails, messages, on the phone : you ask me the same GODDAMN QUESTION. Movies suck and I say that to u EVERYTIME. So change it with dinner or something until a good movie comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘N’: Your Hollywood lifestyle is really not cool. You know why I think so? Because you’re it’s not original of u. Everything you do is because others have done it - although the way you do it is way better. Oh ya, I’d rather you keep personal things we talk about between us rather than share them with ‘foreigners’ who YOU KNOW and I have warned u will blab it out in the spiciest way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I let it all out but don’t mean I don’t love em. There’s just some stuff….  Sometimes…. I need to get off my chest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115087212391922822?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115087212391922822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115087212391922822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115087212391922822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115087212391922822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/06/weekend-bitch.html' title='Weekend Bitch'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115072888974352305</id><published>2006-06-19T18:13:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T18:54:49.826+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7757/2770/1600/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7757/2770/320/haha.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115072888974352305?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115072888974352305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115072888974352305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115072888974352305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115072888974352305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/06/hehe.html' title='Hehe'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115071768320346280</id><published>2006-06-19T15:46:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:48:03.216+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax your Mind</title><content type='html'>I wish I could unzip everything in my mind that doesn’t matter and reach the point where my mind is free from perplexity. Pure Mental Bliss.  I realize, as we age, there’s always something to make us sweat. Anything from career goals, family expectations, health… to the destructive effects of global warming, death, afterlife..I could go on and on, but I’m starting to give up. I wanna put an end to these needless worries and focus on what I want only. However, I can’t focus on what I ONLY want because there are so many things I want for others more than myself and in that way I’ll feel comfortable getting what I want. I don’t know if I’m making any sense. Some of the ones I love don’t perceive it. But how do I know if they do or don’t.  Does my subconscious know better than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I block thoughts, I’ve been successful to blocking past thoughts and converting them to good memories. What engages my mind are thoughts to what might happen in the future. I’m trying to block those too, but I find it difficult because I always go back to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, I’m getting sick of all this because I can’t keep up. I’m starting to let go and let faith show me the way. Some people miss it for being careless and selfish. Let them, in the state of mind I am in right now, it doesn’t bother me. Although it bothers me less and less everyday, I don’t love them less. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because I hardly express it, they don’t know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115071768320346280?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115071768320346280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115071768320346280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115071768320346280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115071768320346280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/06/relax-your-mind.html' title='Relax your Mind'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115044752528135477</id><published>2006-06-16T12:34:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T12:49:42.536+04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother is 'the one'</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"She’s my friend because she wants my brother, I can’t think of anything else".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she said that, I gulped in amazement and thought ‘what the hell is up with her?’ No doubt, if she’s fussin about her gurl, she definitely belives I want the “lady-killer” too. ‘Fake friendly’ relationship, I had to speed up the check cuz I needed to bounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear people saying this about others like ‘ya she’s her friend because she wants…’ But  What shocked me is that she actually said it…OUT LOUD. Why can’t they stop dwelling on such issues and focus on having fun. Whatever happened to sincerity and an honest friendship? WELL. Even if she wants your brother, don’t say it. Don’t even think about it. &lt;strong&gt;Gurl, Your brother ain the only guy around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These A-list Judgers are far away from content. Even if they think they are, they’re not. Happiness is within and as long as they point out flaws in others, they wanna make themselves feel better because they feel they’re wack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need more shrinks, these ladies need to explore themselves. Why am I even callin them ladies? They’re a bunch of gurls with a teenage head-set. Only with time they’ll realize that what goes around sure comes slappin back their sorry asses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115044752528135477?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115044752528135477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115044752528135477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115044752528135477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115044752528135477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-brother-is-one.html' title='My Brother is &lt;em&gt;&apos;the one&apos;&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115022812080348149</id><published>2006-06-13T22:58:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T23:48:40.873+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch in the office would've been better</title><content type='html'>Lunch didn't go quite well. First of all, the moment I walked into "Shakespear" (restaurant branch) I sensed the dirt, I'm &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; fussy when it comes to touching things in public like opening doors, ATM, Menus...let alone sensing bad hygiene in a place I wanna eat. THE boring MENU didn't help either..&lt;em&gt;The other Shakespear branches are cool but this one needs to close down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu's a standard vanilla. Calamaris, Caprese, pizza, anything Italian nauseates me now. It's because I O.D.'d on them. Anyway, I thought eating banana chocolat CREPE for lunch ( I had dessert) was the safest bet since they make the crepes rite there where I can see..I knew I made the rite choice because the lettuce in my friend's salad looked like it had just been washed and thrown on the plate and my other friend's unappetizing main dish looked like they gave up on creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating, my friend who is SOO UNHEALTHY (lives on fries and coke) told us what she thinks is a tasty combo. Let me repeat: MS. UNHEALTHY's recipe to soothe those taste buds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZA3TAR SANDWICH with twix and french fries INSIDE (the sandwich).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of it was so revolting. I completely lost my appetite. I Love trying out different things when it comes to food but not the above. I don't know maybe I'm being too harsh by critizing it without trying, but imajining &lt;strong&gt;a bite &lt;/strong&gt;of it makes me shiver, let alone the beautiful sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115022812080348149?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115022812080348149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115022812080348149' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115022812080348149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115022812080348149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/06/lunch-in-office-wouldve-been-better.html' title='Lunch in the office would&apos;ve been better'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115014283058227279</id><published>2006-06-12T22:58:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T08:57:38.023+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Un- Gracious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7757/2770/1600/peoplemag061006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7757/2770/320/peoplemag061006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, alluring, blah blah.. &lt;strong&gt;Let's look at reality.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of bitch steels another woman's man? When you've got it all, there are plenty of 'single' men to choose from . why somebody else's HUSBAND. &lt;em&gt;(Boyfriend is okay but still depends)&lt;/em&gt; I'm not only referring to the brangelina "fairytale". I've heard stories everywhere and the ones here are just as scandalous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to guilty conscience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My collegue told me that her friend who's done milcha is still involved with the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; guy she's sleeping with. She can't stand her husband who's so in love with her and doesn't know wat to do to get him off her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Why hook up in the first place&lt;br /&gt;2) How Come gurls like her find men who die for them while theys cheating&lt;br /&gt;3) Where does she have the time to work more than one man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just her, but gurls of her nature, are very lucky with men. Married gurls are on a role because they can get away with it and men are just taking advantage of them and having fun. It goes as wild as men taking money from these skanks. The sad part is that most of them are mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting shadier everyday. Noone's watching, it will never stop and I don't know who will suffer the most. The kid will be no different, and there, the cycle continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEERS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115014283058227279?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115014283058227279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115014283058227279' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115014283058227279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115014283058227279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/06/un-gracious_115014283058227279.html' title='Un- Gracious'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-115004413618043496</id><published>2006-06-11T20:37:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T20:52:21.450+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post.a.NO.secret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7757/2770/1600/Posty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7757/2770/320/Posty.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged By Miss Papi:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-115004413618043496?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/115004413618043496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=115004413618043496' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115004413618043496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/115004413618043496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/06/postanosecret.html' title='Post.a.NO.secret.'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114983922183689718</id><published>2006-06-09T11:43:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:47:02.706+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The View</title><content type='html'>Shattered spirits, a pain she was always going to remember as it cast an eternal tattoo of wounds in her heart. Eventhough, the warmth of cordial love ceased to knock in to her life, rather than give up, she decided to take another route. A look back into the routes of passion. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Looking back into the history of arts and music, What drawed these artists to creating their abstract manifestation that brought them fame after their death. By admiring their works, I realize that after their suffering milestones that inspired them to their works do they gain the fame and fortune which occured after their death. Wouldn't have they been happier, if they could actually relish what we are appreciating nowadays towards their work? Why is it that it took us so much time to honor the nobility they possesed? So much time to figure it out after the grief of their death. If only man could appreciate the works at present to draw the whole truth of their works rather than half of it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Past prodigies remain influential because they created a new form of life. Life by manipulating the mind and body in order to nurture the side of us that avoids experimentation because of the fear of failure and bringing out a new person within us. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We carry our wounds, but to overcome the sorrow, we should pick up different parts of history and re-enact them as the accomplishment of doing so expands the notion of thoughts beyond boundaries. The past is a huge pool of talent, it's only up to us to discover the untouched and ignite the flames of a beautiful panorama into life. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hence, to her, pain was translated differently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114983922183689718?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114983922183689718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114983922183689718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114983922183689718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114983922183689718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/06/view.html' title='The View'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114944573679847835</id><published>2006-06-04T22:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T22:28:56.806+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Factory</title><content type='html'>For the past coupla days, I've been too lazy to change R. Kelly's "Chocolate Factory" in my car, So I've been listenin to it non-stop. And, for someone who pays attention to words, For all the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ladies:&lt;/strong&gt; Roberto knows how to make a woman feel like a reel woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men:&lt;/strong&gt; Roberto Can teach you how to make a woman feel like a reel woman. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114944573679847835?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114944573679847835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114944573679847835' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114944573679847835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114944573679847835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/06/chocolate-factory.html' title='Chocolate Factory'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114943813126670396</id><published>2006-06-04T20:11:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T20:22:11.276+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phone Display</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7757/2770/1600/06-06-04_19-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7757/2770/320/06-06-04_19-09.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by The Don:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here You Go :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114943813126670396?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114943813126670396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114943813126670396' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114943813126670396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114943813126670396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/06/cell-phone-display.html' title='Cell Phone Display'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114936059456224901</id><published>2006-06-03T22:17:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T22:49:54.623+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice "Please"</title><content type='html'>So far, most of my friends or family who've ever asked me for advice, &lt;em&gt;DON'T LISTEN&lt;/em&gt;. I mean, Look, u don't wanna take it. Don't ask. Why ask and do the opposite or anything &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; what i've said. When I tell them, they start trippin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Occasionaly:&lt;/strong&gt; I ask for advice. and the reason I ask once in a blue moon is to reassure myself. I quit asking them because life's too short, I don't give a shit and I do what &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; feel is rite. I don't listen either. L.O.L. If it turns out bad, I look at the bright side and look at the positive things that will come out of it, which can change my perspective about certain situations that I would have not known if I didn't make the bad move. I.E. my stupid last job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Why do we ask for advice unncessarily. To feed our uncertainties and to reassure ourselves , but the truth is, it's hard to figure out wat we want. BOO-HOO. It's alrite, because everyone has the same problem. We're always gonna make mistakes and learn from them. Some people don't learn though.  Even after 10 bitch slaps (from life, not me ha ha)and a million answers to their questions, they's still makin their own moves. It's cool with me, but let's talk about something useful then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst feeling is when someone doesn't acknowledge my ideas or advice. Why ask then? Why do I have to answer and then feel stupid. Oh Well ;0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114936059456224901?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114936059456224901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114936059456224901' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114936059456224901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114936059456224901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/06/advice-please.html' title='Advice &quot;Please&quot;'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114910228251705437</id><published>2006-05-31T22:48:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:04:42.613+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Booty Call</title><content type='html'>At a cafe with my friend, this woman (muwa6nah) sits on a table right infront of a young guy and his friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Move numero uno:&lt;/strong&gt; She opens her 3abaya and boobies comin rite at cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Move numero duo:&lt;/strong&gt; She takes off her 3abaya . Wearing a sleevless revealing dress that looked like she just came out of a prairie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Move numero "f" me:&lt;/strong&gt; Starts smoking and givin the looks. Cabaret Style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was doin all this while pretending she was working on some assignment as she had loads of papers on the table. I didn't know she was working on gettin some ass.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my point. Why the F did she had to wear her 3abaya if she knew she was gonna take it off in public and look like a $2 ho. She wasnt even stylish. L.O.L. (I'm saying it as I type) I don't care about cleavage or any of that shit. But why wear the 3abaya in the first place. I felt like I was in a bedroom. wHAT next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman was in her late 30s or early 40s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs Up B-atch-uuuuuuuuuuuuuu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114910228251705437?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114910228251705437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114910228251705437' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114910228251705437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114910228251705437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/05/booty-call.html' title='Booty Call'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114901802539697649</id><published>2006-05-30T22:22:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:09:28.363+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Faces</title><content type='html'>Why Change ourselves to please others? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If They can't accept. &lt;strong&gt;Big F U. &lt;/strong&gt;We're meant to be who we are by making the best out of ourselves in every way whether it's Personality, habit, knowledge, interests, looks, ect..Focusing on ourselves rather than others is the way it's supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, accepting what we already have and the way we were made by adjusting our lives around 'it', can make us better and content people. If we use our minds wisely, we'll come to realize there are no limits to learn different things and enjoying the little things that (we usually take for granted). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to change our looks unnecessarily to make ourselves happy or to 'fit' in. Ya, once you're 'in' and then what? Nobody gives a shit about the other. Lookin perfect, and then what. What's the point of going under the knife to look perfect or good when the person has no charm or knowledge or any idea about the general. The big boobs or the perfect nose, lips, or watever are good for the short term. No sweat. Personally, to me, it's all in the eyes. Can we change what it expresses? NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if we feel we have to change ourselves to be the one with the big bunch of friends or to make another person happy, OR OR OR &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;issues.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only a matter of time until were swept off our feet by the one who will appreciate, admire and respect us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114901802539697649?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114901802539697649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114901802539697649' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114901802539697649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114901802539697649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/05/changing-faces.html' title='Changing Faces'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114874570519796121</id><published>2006-05-27T19:41:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T20:01:45.250+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Move Out</title><content type='html'>It's time to do some friends filtering. Rite now, there are two friends that I used to be really close to, but I guess it's about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend # 1: I am sick of her malicious implications. She's losing confidence around me because she thinks I'm gonna do the same to her ( I fail at that), and we really have nothing to talk about. N.A.D.A. I don't know why she insists on hangin out when she knows we're completely different, She makes fun of my interests such as piano playing (YA IT SAYS SO MUCH ABOUT HER), curiousity about other cultures, history, and she thinks when I ask questions I'm being nosy, but doesnt understand that I find how other people perceive life interesting. eugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend # 2: Haven't heard from her for months. I got over it because we used to have so much fun hangin out together and we stash alot of funny memories. The reason she doesnt call is because she chooses to devote all her time to her boyfriend. She calls 2.5 months late after I called her so many times. I don't like it when people never return phone calls. They could call a couple of days later but she decides to call 2.5. I guess it's because she had a fight with him, from experience I know and then we're back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I call them friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114874570519796121?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114874570519796121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114874570519796121' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114874570519796121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114874570519796121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/05/move-out.html' title='Move Out'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114859238949625128</id><published>2006-05-26T01:02:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T01:26:29.560+04:00</updated><title type='text'>DITCH!</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been making plans with my friends and ditching them last minute..I am SO NOT LIKE THAT. I do it without realizing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somtimes I ditch to hang out with others or most of the time I'd rather stay at home and play the piano to practice my techniques for professional playing. It's gonna take a while though to be a pro because I gotta practice slowly for hours everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really bothers my sister..What can I say. I gotta do it siso so bear with me until YOU MOVE OUT! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the pieces I practice and play, Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata 3rd Movement is a killer ( I'm not talkin about the famous first movement). Once that's finished, I know I'm gonna get there. Only a matter of time and how efficiently I spend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114859238949625128?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114859238949625128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114859238949625128' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114859238949625128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114859238949625128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/05/ditch.html' title='DITCH!'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114823422864448325</id><published>2006-05-21T21:19:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:58:57.936+04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Day Neverr Happened</title><content type='html'>First day at work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horror started &lt;em&gt;'unknowingly'&lt;/em&gt; when I tried to check my mail first thing in the morning and this HUGE WARNING (the whole screen was red and the msg was in HUGE YELLOW BLOCKS) pops up warning me that I'm not allowed to use the browser for personal use (like checking mail) and that they recorded my IP adress. I asked my collegues and they laughed " Welcome to this 'country' corporate world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine until I started getting so many missed calls from a number I didn't know..up until MOM called me and screamed 'CHECK ON UR CAR'. Apparently, they were gonna tow it because I parked in the wrong parking space. Well how WAS I supposed to know!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;&lt; Morning recap&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was so crowded I couldn't find parking. So I chose to go into the parking area that is usually empty and HUGE except for a few cars. The spaces are reserved. While driving into the parking space, I couldn't get in because the gate wouldn't open but the car behind me had a remote to open it and opened it for me. I drove in and parked at an 'unreserved' place. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BITCH with an escalade calls the po-leeeece and starts creating drama. Stupid Punk. Luckily I got away with it because I had noo idea these EMPTY spaces were reserved for the managers only. I had to speak to the naqeeb, 3amaliyat and the police to stop them from towing my car. They were understanding that it was my FIRST DAY and knew the f'n bitch was an f'n PUNK. So they didn't give me a mu'7alafah because they were nice. The bitch cudve parked somewhere else for the day and couldve written me a note or something instead of creating this half hour drama in the goddamn heat. EFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to drive for a good 15 friggin minutes until I found a decent parking far away.(which means long walk in the death-dealing heat) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a shitty trance by the end of it, so while I was goin back to the 5th, I kept repeating to myself that THIS NEVER HAPPENED. To make matters worse, when I got back to my pc, I forgot my password ( even after I changed it) so it locked my pc after I tried so many times to remember it. :s. I didn't really care until they told me  that the MD HAD TO SIGN a password reset form SO they give me a new password. No biggie but What is he gona think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was driving back home, I realized that I forgot to go to HR and finish up the HR formalities that I told them I'd come and fill out at 2. *Huge OWWW* I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a DAY. This is sooooooooo not me. I'm an organized lunatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114823422864448325?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114823422864448325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114823422864448325' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114823422864448325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114823422864448325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-day-neverr-happened.html' title='This Day &lt;em&gt;Neverr &lt;/em&gt;Happened'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114814172638937464</id><published>2006-05-20T19:59:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T20:15:26.440+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Play-a-hata</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine told me that if I start hating, I'm gonna get heart PROBLEMS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's a crazy fact, then *no comments*..but I think she said it because I was goin on and on about how much I hate some people who piss the hell out of me...hehe so i guess she wanted to shut me up..But ain no heart problem gonna shut me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never a hater and I don't think I can be one. But when some people do the wrong things pretending they're all good, it bothers me.. When people LIE, it &lt;em&gt;KILLLLLLLLLLLS&lt;/em&gt; me.. And when  these liars start judging..that's when i want to kill them..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by saying 'I hate them' I don't actually mean it &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; expressing some anger here.. because no matter what, I can never hurt people..so I draw the line instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run for COVER M%$^F^&amp;%#$z! (hehe chikita in Q remmember the london days?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114814172638937464?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114814172638937464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114814172638937464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114814172638937464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114814172638937464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/05/play-hata.html' title='Play-a-hata'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114778142014001641</id><published>2006-05-16T15:43:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T13:05:54.296+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental State</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder how the UAE became so different from the other GCC states especially Kuwait and Bahrain in terms of a man's mentality towards women. The older generation were much saner than the one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't get me wrong, in the UAE women are encouraged to pursue whatever they want, but I'm talkin about the way most of the men think and act towards their wives or sisters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unbelievable how things are so segregated here. Both husband and wife live seperate lives and go out together &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;occasionaly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Forget that. His demands over what his wife is NOT supposed to do is crazy. The only thing he wouldn't object to is career (and thats some), but the rest....JESUS. Normal things are a tabboo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangin out with his/her friends and partners (group outings)... Play sports or go on adventure trips with him such as scuba diving, hiking, camping, whatever...Perform a talent to an audience...and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called Double F'n standards. Because they are so different with non-emarati gurls. I can't take this. I know there are some men out here who are much better than this and more open-minded. &lt;em&gt;Rare stuff.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a two-way thing, some gurls lack control.... (another post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humph. I'm grateful that my brothers don't think from their !$% and my parents allow me to do whatever because we set our principles as we were growing up by being exposed to whatever was right and wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114778142014001641?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114778142014001641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114778142014001641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114778142014001641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114778142014001641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/05/mental-state.html' title='Mental State'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114763244942590232</id><published>2006-05-14T22:21:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:52:44.893+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilates</title><content type='html'>If you want to give yourself a good stretch and flexibility before a good workout at the gym, pilates is a good idea. Even if you don't wanna workout right after, it gives you that good stretch for a couple days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatically, posture will improve and muscle tensions will be released. It's also fun using the equipments!! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn from pilates to strengthen your stomach muscles by concentrating on making every movement from the stomach rather than using the back (which the majority do). By stressing our backs out, it's very likely that we're gonna end up with back problems that most of the older people have and can't stop complaining about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pilates, I got to know my body even better. Most of the people in my class are women and men who are much older than me, there to realize they have problems with their back and posture. I think it's better when you realize it at a younger age. Eventhough it's never too late to fix ,it gets riskier as we grow older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT be careful, lessons should be taken at a professional place with certifed instructors because it's eazy to injure ourselves with peeps who don't know anything about anatomy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114763244942590232?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114763244942590232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114763244942590232' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114763244942590232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114763244942590232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/05/pilates.html' title='Pilates'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114709963645755873</id><published>2006-05-08T18:19:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:47:16.900+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Work-out</title><content type='html'>I don't think mobile phones should be allowed at the gym. Here are some observations at a ladies gym:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting for phone call:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Carry their phone while on treadmill because they're  waiting for a call or sending messages(obviously attention is deviated, so wat's the point of even working out when you're not concentrating?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talking on the phone: &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can they get a real sweat when they're also talking? I know I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know man... or &lt;strong&gt;these people who just TALK TO each other while working out&lt;/strong&gt;, obviosuly u ain gonna lose weight there unless you're walkin on the treadmill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their convos are either about food, chocolates and how they crave it or complaining about their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I noticed is how &lt;strong&gt;Olders ladies or young gurls STARE &lt;/strong&gt; at someone who's fit and toned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move that ASS instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114709963645755873?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114709963645755873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114709963645755873' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114709963645755873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114709963645755873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/05/real-work-out.html' title='Real Work-out'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114677484332301480</id><published>2006-05-05T00:25:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:36:28.500+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Hell</title><content type='html'>My last day of work wasnt as bad as thought, Actually my whole notice period... Comin in late, leaving early...slackin round, chit-chattin here and there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before I left, the team took me out for lunch. It was really nice of them and today, they planned this surprise thing for me with flowers and cake and speeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great laugh! and I loved the surprise but QUEEN B, the biggest bitch at work, ruined it. What a bitch of her to tell me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'oh ya, we're surprisng you with cake' 10 minutes before. B B B&lt;br /&gt;i NEVER liked her. B with an AATTTITUDE! B B B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. well the speeches were funny, we had a good laugh during cake time.and I'll have to admit, there will be a &lt;em&gt;few&lt;/em&gt; im gonna miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I spent time with these peeps more than ma familia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114677484332301480?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114677484332301480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114677484332301480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114677484332301480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114677484332301480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-day-of-hell.html' title='Last Day of Hell'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114655203211136504</id><published>2006-05-02T10:08:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T10:41:32.930+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Jill Scott</title><content type='html'>This morning while driving to work, I was listenin to Jill Scott's second Album 'Golden'. It's disappointing. It's mainstream rnb- &lt;em&gt;nothing close to her first album.&lt;/em&gt; The only song which i think is cool is 'Bedda at home'. The acoustic version is even nicer.It's better than everything else on that album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'WHO IS JILL SCOT' is one of my favorites. The live one is even better. It's the kind of album that brings me out of whatever I feel and puts me in a good mood! It reminds me of the time I went to her gig last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i thought on my way to work, why couldn't her second album be just as good and switched CDS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114655203211136504?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114655203211136504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114655203211136504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114655203211136504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114655203211136504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/05/who-is-jill-scott.html' title='Who is Jill Scott'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114622093624318264</id><published>2006-04-28T14:29:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T15:12:16.926+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It annoys me when my mother goes on about how great people are just because they are beautiful. She goes on and on praising them. She doesn't know the real deal, I know alot about these people, she goes on praising like their shareefat makah... Mom Please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes every beautiful person will turn heads, but, there is so much more than just being beautiful and how you define it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However in our society, beauty wins and that's where it stops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114622093624318264?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114622093624318264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114622093624318264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114622093624318264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114622093624318264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/04/mom-please.html' title='Mom Please'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114599142155828099</id><published>2006-04-25T22:29:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:13:13.996+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Red-Handed</title><content type='html'>For the past few years, I realized that my instincs are always right. Most of the time I'm in a state of shock because there are things I find out that I would have rather not known. It hurts me because they're usually people I care about who have lied to me and I know... I just know. The stuff they lie about are ugly and I'm just too naiive to even think that people could actually do those things underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I try to make my instincs make me feel positive but it never works out. I always get negative feelings. Eugh.&lt;br /&gt;Even if they're positive, they turn out a disaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114599142155828099?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114599142155828099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114599142155828099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114599142155828099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114599142155828099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/04/red-handed.html' title='Red-Handed'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114570064714756759</id><published>2006-04-22T13:53:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T14:10:47.156+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last to Know</title><content type='html'>I'm always the last to know about every little thing!  Whether it's my friends or family. I mean ok. i'm not dying to know but my sister pisses me off with the way she doesn't tell me anything especially the juice she has about people I know better than she does ... She talks to me whenever she feels like it...most of the time, she's just bitching me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note: I hate it when there are some people I know who say things to me and mean something else. EFT. I don't come from there. So gurl, I'm clueless.... really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I Don't wanna know your gossip and I really don't understand your puns. &lt;strong&gt;Never will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114570064714756759?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114570064714756759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114570064714756759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114570064714756759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114570064714756759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-to-know.html' title='The Last to Know'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114553253135731617</id><published>2006-04-20T15:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T15:40:56.456+04:00</updated><title type='text'>AirHead</title><content type='html'>I can't take it when people go on and on about how much they weigh and what size jeans they wear! especially since they've lost alot of weight after years of taking up more air space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, do I look like a lesbian to u? and if i were one, i'd rather sleep with HER rather than you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding, my friend just rants and rants about it everytime she speaks to me.Believe me, I wish she knew that I really don't care...and it doesn't ignite nething close to jeolousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything people care about here are so lame. I dont care about the latest JOE's and how well they fit..I don't really care about the new trend like street-dancing aerobics (whatever that is) to sound cool. EUGH! I could go on and on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself and let it be. Straight up. Why do people have to go out of the way to prove things to others. My friends, except for 1 or 2 know JACK about me and what I like doing. I like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from surfing the net, I was quite pleased that the new CFO and the new MD's wanted to have lunch with me before I leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other Managers ... I don't want to begin...they suck. none of them even raised the issue to me. it's like I don't even exist. Thank God I won't have to waste any of my efforts for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I can't stand my immediate boss and the rest. They are so Anal and condescending. I feel like I'm in high school all over again because it's about the cool/uncool culture. Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the highschool geeks are overachievers at this place and act like theyre the coolest in the investment world, hangin till late, and I'm the one with the attitude problem because I actually have a life after work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114553253135731617?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114553253135731617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114553253135731617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114553253135731617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114553253135731617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/04/airhead.html' title='AirHead'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26470310.post-114543834656406428</id><published>2006-04-19T13:08:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T15:46:48.023+04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st DAY Bloggin</title><content type='html'>Hope this time blogging works out for me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and We Begin......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so Glad I am leaving my current job...Im gonna spill out how I really feel here since I have to pretend everything's just great in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Management don't give a shit. They suck with crap experience&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The team suck cuz theyre so selfish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'them and US' is goin way out of hand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Theyre understaffed because theyre picky about who they pick. They want great degrees and smart-asses because they think theyre prestigious (which by the way is their image to outsiders- Too bad, you gotta be in here to really believe)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm looking forward to gaining investment experience in my next job. This time, it's professional.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why dint I think of it in the first place?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well, Ive never made the rite decision without going through the hard way neway! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26470310-114543834656406428?l=sessygoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/feeds/114543834656406428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26470310&amp;postID=114543834656406428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114543834656406428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26470310/posts/default/114543834656406428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sessygoba.blogspot.com/2006/04/1st-day-bloggin.html' title='1st DAY Bloggin'/><author><name>sexygoba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18365199874931725920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.gate.net/~dream2/trips/Scuba/girlcorl.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
