<?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-5456710679211806006</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:24:56.932Z</updated><category term='Father'/><category term='random gists'/><category term='meme'/><category term='victory'/><category term='bible'/><category term='perseverance'/><category term='God'/><category term='faithfulness'/><category term='courage'/><category term='temptations'/><category term='the word'/><category term='Holy Spirit'/><category term='obstacles'/><category term='faith'/><category term='award'/><category term='kitchen'/><category term='decisions'/><category term='just thinkin'/><category term='life'/><category term='random gist.'/><category term='passion'/><category term='trials'/><category term='christain walk'/><category term='random gists.'/><category term='health'/><category term='musings'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='random thots'/><title type='text'>olusimeon</title><subtitle type='html'>my words, why i say them, how i say them</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-4248520518986841310</id><published>2011-08-11T18:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T22:15:59.807+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>trapped in the kitchen</title><content type='html'>tittle sounds interesting right? well, the other title I considered was "God refused to answer me", how does that sound ?&lt;br /&gt;Any-ways&amp;nbsp;I'll let you decide on the title you prefer after reading, not like it's anything important though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this lovely&amp;nbsp;Sunday&amp;nbsp;evening, after procrastinating on getting up to make dinner like I always do, I finally got up and entered the place - kitchen. Once I was done with the first part of my cooking, I decided to take a break and come do the periodic checks, you know. Then I got to the door that had been acting up for a while. It's one that you have to pull towards yourself to open it, and sometimes it gets stuck somewhat, requiring more force as you pull. So I did the needful, pulled harder, and that's when the handle came off - I was trapped !&lt;br /&gt;Someone had to help me push it form the other side, and I think I was the only one at home, I wanted to go back to my laptop to continue whatever I was doing, but It wasn't the end of the world. :-)&lt;br /&gt;So what do we do when In a tight spot, we pray. "We gotta pray just to make it today" remember that song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I prayed - that someone should need to come to the kitchen, and mixed it with faith for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;And then I waited, and waited and waited a bit more, my food finished cooking I served it, ate and no one came &amp;nbsp;and then I waited again - God refused to answer me. My prayer wasn't a pointless one mind you, he's answered few like those before :-)&lt;br /&gt;I think it was about 3 hours later, I decided to do something, so I got a fork drove it between the door and the frame, and somehow depressed the lock so the door could open, and it took all of 40 seconds, and I had been there for 3 hours !&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit happy and&amp;nbsp;immediately started thinking, hmm, so I could handle this myself all the while, and I sat there praying pointlessly. smh.. I could hear the message loud and clear "God won't step In, when you are supposed to act." And of-course the lesson became more valuable when the door locked on me a few more times, I knew what to do straight away, If someone had come to help me the first time, I wouldn't have known I could handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might sound a very trivial scenario to you, but then lesson I learnt is not as lame as my story. Of-course the lesson is not terribly deep to the wisdom of&amp;nbsp;Solomon proportions, but I do know, It's a very important one for anyone who will make good use of their time and life. I paid for that lesson with 2.5 whole hours (deducting time spent eating) out of the 24 for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also other times when you actually need to wait for God's intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-4248520518986841310?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/4248520518986841310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=4248520518986841310&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/4248520518986841310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/4248520518986841310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2011/08/trapped-in-kitchen.html' title='trapped in the kitchen'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-4354897504471019636</id><published>2011-07-20T18:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T18:22:15.482+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxyiv702501872ecxyiv401720705ecxMsoNormal" style="line-height: 20px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; line-height: 48px;"&gt;In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small&amp;nbsp;index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; line-height: 48px;"&gt;As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 48px;"&gt;"Girls I Have Liked."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxyiv702501872ecxyiv401720705ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; font-weight: bold; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times, serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; line-height: 48px;"&gt;A file named&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 48px;"&gt;"Friends"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;was next to one marked&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 48px;"&gt;"Friends I Have Betrayed."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird.&lt;i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 48px;"&gt;"Books I Have Read,"&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u style="line-height: 48px;"&gt;"Lies I Have Told,"&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u style="line-height: 48px;"&gt;"Comfort I have Given,""Jokes I Have Laughed At."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxyiv702501872ecxyiv401720705ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; font-weight: bold; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times, serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; line-height: 48px;"&gt;Some were almost hilarious in their exactness:&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 48px;"&gt;"Things I've Yelled at My Brothers."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Others I couldn't laugh at:&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 48px;"&gt;"Things I Have Done in My Anger",&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 48px;"&gt;"Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxyiv702501872ecxyiv401720705ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; font-weight: bold; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times, serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; line-height: 48px;"&gt;Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxyiv702501872ecxyiv401720705ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; font-weight: bold; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times, serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; line-height: 48px;"&gt;When I pulled out the file marked&lt;i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 48px;"&gt;"TV Shows I Have Watched,"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; line-height: 48px;"&gt;When I came to a file marked&lt;i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 48px;"&gt;"Lustful Thoughts,"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxyiv702501872ecxyiv401720705ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; font-weight: bold; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times, serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; line-height: 48px;"&gt;One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; line-height: 48px;"&gt;But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxyiv702501872ecxyiv401720705ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; font-weight: bold; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times, serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; line-height: 48px;"&gt;And then I saw it. The title bore&lt;i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 48px;"&gt;"People I Have Shared the Gospel With."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; line-height: 48px;"&gt;And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room.. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxyiv702501872ecxyiv401720705ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; font-weight: bold; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times, serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; line-height: 48px;"&gt;No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; line-height: 48px;"&gt;Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room.. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxyiv702501872ecxyiv401720705ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; font-weight: bold; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times, serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; line-height: 48px;"&gt;Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files.. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, and so alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: times, serif; font-size: large; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; line-height: 48px;"&gt;The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxyiv702501872ecxyiv401720705ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; font-weight: bold; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times, serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; line-height: 48px;"&gt;I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxyiv702501872ecxyiv401720705ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; font-weight: bold; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times, serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 48px;"&gt;"For&amp;nbsp;God so loved the world&amp;nbsp;that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;John 3:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="ecxyiv702501872ecxyiv401720705ecxMsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; font-weight: bold; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times, serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Chiller; line-height: 48px;"&gt;If you feel the same way forward it to as many people as you can so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My&amp;nbsp;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; line-height: 48px;"&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 48px;"&gt;"People I Shared the Gospel With"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;file just got bigger, how about yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-4354897504471019636?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/4354897504471019636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=4354897504471019636&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/4354897504471019636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/4354897504471019636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2011/07/room.html' title='the room'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-8755636771128445992</id><published>2011-04-17T22:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:31:48.499+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>i believe you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;The most heart warming thing one of my friends says to me, when we are talking is "I believe you". I think next to someone professing love, this is the sweetest thing I could possibly be told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I probably should tell this friend this, as I have not done so yet, but it got me thinking there must be something about this statement that would touch God's heart, just the way it always touches mine. I am minded of the "without faith it's impossible to please God" verse (Heb 11:6) -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"&gt;But without faith it is impossible to please and be satisfactory to Him. For whoever would come near to God must [necessarily] believe that God exists and that He is the rewarder of those who earnestly and diligently seek Him [out]"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;You guys know when we ourselves mention something twice, it's m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;ust be of some importance, when we mention it thrice, then it's critical that the warning/instruction be adhered to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;You won't even be a Jesus Christ follower in the first place if you didn't believe God. Is that possible? I think not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;Yeah, the work comes when we have to believe His word just like that, we are the smart generation, and believing God's word with not enough physical evidence seems dumb almost all the time or let's just say all the time. We want to see how it all lines up and our analysis should at least make some sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, If we look at the faith hall of fame in Hebrews chapter 11, those guys didn't rely in physical evidence from God to believe Him. That's the same way my friend believes what I say, without seeing into my mind. I think thats because of the relationship that we have had, which means we need to keep our relationship with God alive, not running-on-life-support-alive, but proper bubbly alive. Not to say there are no life support times, but that should not be the modus operandi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I bet God gets a mighty heart-throbbing&amp;nbsp;feeling when we choose to believe Him, when we actually have not evidence to hold on to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;His Word is Enough Evidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-8755636771128445992?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/8755636771128445992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=8755636771128445992&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/8755636771128445992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/8755636771128445992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-believe-you.html' title='i believe you'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-8698157102821396728</id><published>2011-03-21T21:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-23T07:33:05.026Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy Spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christain walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>not a random ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #2a2a2a; font-style: italic; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A friend asked me to shed some light and this is what the holy spirit gave me as I sought for some clarity. I thought I knew what the verse means, but I never paused to think about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #2a2a2a; font-style: italic; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;John 15:16&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have not chosen Me, but I have chosen you and ordained you that you should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain; that whatever you shall ask of the Father in My name, He may give it to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From a little research, I found out that at the time and in thier culture, young men always chose who the wanted as their master and mentor, I'm sure the disciples knew as well that they were not the ones that chose Jesus, but I believe He highlighted it to get a message across.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;So he chose them and ordained( empowered, authorized them) to go to work. What work? The one he started.Putting humanity back on the front burner, and putting the devil on the back foot. This Is about living a victorious life as a&amp;nbsp;Christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And a victorious christian must and will live a life filled with/made up off the fruit of the spirit. Imagine a Christian with no patience..what happens when God says wait .. He'll take it upon himself to mess things up. e.g King Saul. Imagine a Christian with no love, that's just unthinkable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Galatians 5:22&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the fruit of the Spirit is: love, joy, peace, long-suffering, kindness, goodness, faith,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;23 meekness, self-control; against such things there is no law.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we've seen christians lacking self control and one of the fruit listed here.. but in those situations we all frown at them because we expected better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is in bearing this fruit of the spirit that we are supposed to reach out to the unbelievers, evangelism is involved, but even without evangelism, Our light should shine before all men, that they will see and give glory to our God in heaven (Matt 5:16) and for those who are unbelievers they should see and want to know how we live a life of love, self control, patience, kindness and all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After bearing this fruit.. It ought to remain, i.e living a spirit filled life is constant and ongoing for it's then alone our victory is assured. What's the point of being kind to a co-worker and being nasty the following week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know some people are demon-controlled, but it's no excuse. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So He has called us to a responsible lifestyle and a life of a growing relationship with Himself. And we have enough grace available to do this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heb 4:16 S&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;o let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive his mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;peace n love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #2a2a2a; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-8698157102821396728?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/8698157102821396728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=8698157102821396728&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/8698157102821396728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/8698157102821396728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-random.html' title='not a random ..'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-4863764648649979196</id><published>2011-02-19T23:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-19T23:08:51.291Z</updated><title type='text'>from the inside out..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfb3udtk8s1qctvxoo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;credit:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://sloaneamelia.tumblr.com/post/2863370361"&gt;http://sloaneamelia.tumblr.com/post/2863370361&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-4863764648649979196?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/4863764648649979196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=4863764648649979196&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/4863764648649979196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/4863764648649979196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2011/02/from-inside-out.html' title='from the inside out..'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-5703831047453081283</id><published>2011-02-18T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:29:17.899Z</updated><title type='text'>I thought I told that we won't stop</title><content type='html'>We being Me, Myself and I. LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks people for the awards, the hello's and the quietness.&lt;br /&gt;The end of last year was quite hectic and a bit of this year as well, but God has been good.&lt;br /&gt;His faithfulness has always blown me away and He's not about to take a breather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys are doing good&lt;br /&gt;I hope to share some of what I have learnt in subsequent posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you around :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-5703831047453081283?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/5703831047453081283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=5703831047453081283&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/5703831047453081283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/5703831047453081283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-thought-i-told-that-we-wont-stop.html' title='I thought I told that we won&apos;t stop'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-2149947494277818462</id><published>2010-11-23T18:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:24:03.034Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random gist.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>struggled to find a title....</title><content type='html'>hello everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you are all doing good and standing up to the challenges ... ask the Lord for strength always.. he always delivers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a chat with one of my flat mates, and I was real sad for him.. I won't call him a close friend, we do have the regular banter here and there, that's all basically, so I was somewhat surprised when he just started saying why he'll never believe any pastor, and how if anyone invited him to church, he could go as far as slapping the fellow. The anger stems form the fact that his Dad was ill and the "pastor" of the place the worshipped kept saying "i am the Lord ..bla bla bla.. i have healed you ...bla bla.." he was still a kid then, but I guess the adults in the family were not wise enough to seek proper help for medical practitioners, so his Dad passed.&lt;br /&gt;It's a pain I can imagine will never go away, because he will always think to himself, it could have been averted.&lt;br /&gt;then he went on to say how his Dad gave money and property to the ministry then.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wasn't at a loss for words, I thought I just had to say what's important for him at this stage.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't start questioning why they didn't seek medical help. #toolate&lt;br /&gt;I basically just reminded him that, the reason why the call something fake is because there is a real, so I told him to not let his experience stop him from seeking God, not so "in-your-face", because, where he's at now, he'll need to heal before understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I really felt bad for him, and I'm just thinking that day might have been the anniversary or something.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;While I was thinking, I just couldn't help but think that Gods mercy is&amp;nbsp;truly beyond what we can fathom.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people take His name for granted, and use His name to scam other people and yet He allows people time to make amends.&lt;br /&gt;We regular people who don't claim to be sent by God, do "funny things" over and over, and yet He allows us time to change.&lt;br /&gt;I always think to myself that as a Dad, how many times will I correct my child over a mis-deed before losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;His steadfast love doesn't end.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;His mercies never come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are new every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterthought: If I had mercy on an offender today and beat the living day-light out of him the next time he offends me.. I'm not sure anyone will remember me as merciful. :)&lt;br /&gt;Of-course&amp;nbsp;we know time will run out one day and all that, but I think by then, everyone would have had 1000 chances to change.&lt;br /&gt;share your thoughts..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-2149947494277818462?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/2149947494277818462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=2149947494277818462&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/2149947494277818462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/2149947494277818462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2010/11/struggled-to-find-title.html' title='struggled to find a title....'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-184529675072297880</id><published>2010-10-10T23:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:24:03.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>when time ends</title><content type='html'>was just thinking about how things have been lately, &lt;br /&gt;good, not pleasant all the time but good all thesame ..&lt;br /&gt;sacrifice, I have found is a huge chunk of life and living, &lt;br /&gt;mothers, good mothers I feel are in the best position to explain this..&lt;br /&gt;there's some happiness that infiltrates the heart by virtue of a sacrificial deed..&lt;br /&gt;what am I saying..&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what I have to do..&lt;br /&gt;the deed that fills me with peace even though it leaves me vulnerable ..&lt;br /&gt;that's how I'll live my life to the fullest &lt;br /&gt;so when time ends, I'll be having no regrets..&lt;br /&gt;what's a little pain now compared to the pain of un-utilised opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;opportunities to love, and maybe be loved back&lt;br /&gt;opportunities to impact one life positively ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-184529675072297880?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/184529675072297880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=184529675072297880&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/184529675072297880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/184529675072297880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-time-ends.html' title='when time ends'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-8310995055040199490</id><published>2010-08-30T11:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T11:01:56.841+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>what can i say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;i like to think to myself that i'm not so strong-willed.. but all evidences have pointed to the opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;i like to think to myself that my story has not been so dramatic to earn me any "drama king" nominations .. and i am right, a nomination will be very far-fetched..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;its interesting cos i see myself changing, right before my own eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;it's interesting to know that it entirely up to me, what kind of man i am/become..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;as much as i have my own free will i know i need to submit to my makers will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;that's the only way i can become the best man He made me to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;a lot of times this wave hits me.. like.. you are not just another experiment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;not the "hey, go on son, lets see what you make out of life" experiment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;it tugs on my heart,, and i'm like what's next.. what's next .? #findingpurpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;i smile sometimes.. and at other times.. the showers take over..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;maybe i put some un-needed pressure on my self.. but hey, last i checked, constitutions allowed that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;however it goes, i know the story will be nothing short of beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;i'll let love guide my heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;i'll let wisdom order my steps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;and i won't stop believing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;i think this is a #random, &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;peace n love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-8310995055040199490?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/8310995055040199490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=8310995055040199490&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/8310995055040199490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/8310995055040199490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-can-i-say.html' title='what can i say...'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-2886629540517937440</id><published>2010-06-27T12:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T12:21:50.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fake professor</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the problem Science has with GOD, the ALMIGHTY. He asked one of his new Christian students to stand&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; You are a Christian, aren't you, son? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, sir. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; So, you believe in GOD? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; Absolutely, sir. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; Is GOD good? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; Sure. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; My Brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn't. How is this GOD good then? Hmm? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;(Student was silent) &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is GOD Good? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; Is Satan good? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; No. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; Where does Satan come from? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; From...GOD... &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this World? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And GOD did make everything. Correct? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; So who created evil? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;(Student did not answer) &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; Is there Sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the World, don't they? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, sir. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; So, who created them? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;(Student had no answer) &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observe The World around you. Tell me, son...have you ever feen GOD? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; No, sir. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; Tell us if you have ever heard your GOD? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; No, sir. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; Have you ever Felt your GOD, Tasted your GOD, Smelt your GOD? Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; Yet you still believe in HIM? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing. I only have my Faith. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, Faith. And that is the problem Science has. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; Professor, is there such a thing as Heat? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; And is there such a thing as Cold? &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; No, sir. There isn't... &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;(The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events) &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat, &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Mega Heat, White Heat, a Little Heat or No Heat. But we don't have anything called Cold. We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Which is No Heat, but we can't go any further after that. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;There is no such thing as Cold. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;We cannot Measure Cold. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Heat is Energy. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;(There was pin-drop dilence in the Lecture Theatre) &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; What about Darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Darkness? &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. What is Night if there isn't Darkness? &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the Absence of &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Something. &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light... &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and its &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Called Darkness, isn't it? In reality, Darkness isn't. If it is, &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;You would be able to make Darkness Darker, wouldn't you? &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; So what is the point you are making, young man? &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; Sir, my point is, your Philosophical Premise is flawed. &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; Flawed? Can you explain how? &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality. You argue &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;There is Life and then there is Death, a Good GOD and a Bad GOD. You are &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Sir, Science can't even explain a Thought. It uses Electricity and &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing. &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Death is Not the Opposite of Life, just the Absence of it &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your Students that they evolved from &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;a Monkey? &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;yes, of course, I do. &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir? &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;(The Professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;argument was going) &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;work and Cannot even prove that this Process is an On-Going Endeavor, &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Are you not teaching your Opinion, sir? &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher? &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;(The Class was in uproar) &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; Is there anyone in the Class who has ever seen the &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Professor's brain? &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;(The Class broke out into laughter) &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;brain, felt it, touched or smelt it?... &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;No one appears to have done so. &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;Protocol, Science says that you have No Brain, sir. With all due respect, &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir? &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;(The Room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;unfathomable) &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Professor :&lt;/strong&gt; I guess you'll have to take them on Faith, son. &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student :&lt;/strong&gt; That is it sir...Exactly! &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;The Link between Man &amp;amp; GOD is FAITH. &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;That is all that Keeps Things Alive and Moving. &lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;That student was ALBERT EINSTEIN.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;source : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://theyounglioness.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://theyounglioness.tumblr.com/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-2886629540517937440?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/2886629540517937440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=2886629540517937440&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/2886629540517937440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/2886629540517937440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2010/06/fake-professor.html' title='fake professor'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-7141188462392537484</id><published>2010-06-22T20:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:12:00.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>finding a way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; 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I feel like arguing that the answer is yes . . I have the feeling I’m not alone.. maybe you know number of people.. who act like the answer is yes..I don’t know what they believe.. but when I find people acting yes.. I want to believe that they have also agreed with the person inside them that the answer is yes..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040" size="2"&gt;O.k so two are walking together, this lady who is very resourceful is in a union with a guy who is not resourceful in any way and is not willing to be..if the lady is reasonable.. its only logical to think that even though they are walking together now…the walk is a doomed expedition....this lady knows that God is her ultimate source of energy, wisdom and resources therefore her relationship with God is of a great importance to her and it shows in her character, so lets say she walks with a Man who doesn’t see a relationship with God as something that should be prioritized..and no, he’s not an agnostic in any way. They could definitely live together for some time and realize they are not working out..because their decisions will not rhyme a good number of times.. or they could even live with each other like that for years, but one of them at least will know that they are not getting the best from the relationship, now it becomes a fight between her happiness and her “married” status..could be a tough one.. and I don’t see the point of any relationship..that’s depriving either of the parties their happiness.. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040" size="2"&gt;O.K so now I’ll answer the question again..Can two walk together, except they agree .. I’ll YES, but what is the point of walking with someone who always slows you down and reduces your altitude .lol .Its a robust “No” people, if we want to value our lives and make the best of it. No abeg.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040" size="2"&gt;So when proverbs talks about this woman and the way she runs her life and that of her family.. I feel its just apropos to talk about the man beside this woman..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040" size="2"&gt;I saw something interesting, I never knew it was there, I always thought the the whole of pro31 was talking about the woman.., then I asked myself.. havnt I read this chapter before.. cos If I read and forgot I’ll know.. but here It was like it had just been included..o.k well.. It was talking about ..whispers** alcohol…..i guess we can take some as long as we don’t get drunk.. maybe we should read what it says..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;strong&gt;The words of King Lemuel, the strong advice his mother gave him:         &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, son of mine, what can you be thinking of!          &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Child whom I bore! The son I dedicated to God!          &lt;br /&gt;Don't dissipate your virility on fortune-hunting women,          &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; promiscuous women who shipwreck leaders.          &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Leaders can't afford to make fools of themselves,          &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; gulping wine and swilling beer,          &lt;br /&gt;Lest, hung over, they don't know right from wrong,          &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; and the people who depend on them are hurt.          &lt;br /&gt;Use wine and beer only as sedatives,          &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; to kill the pain and dull the ache          &lt;br /&gt;Of the terminally ill,          &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; for whom life is a living death.          &lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Speak up for the people who have no voice,          &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; for the rights of all the down-and-outers.          &lt;br /&gt;Speak out for justice!          &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Stand up for the poor and destitute!&amp;quot; Proverbs 31: 1 – 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; then look at verse 23 veeeerry briefly .. ;)&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#8080c0" size="1"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;Her husband is well known at the city gates,       &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; where he sits with the other civic leaders. Proverbs 31:23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#400040"&gt;These are what a King says his mother told him, and we all know how we’ll listen to a Bill Gates, President Obama when they say , whispers** &lt;em&gt;let me tell you how to get to the top.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040" size="2"&gt;So lets say the pro31 woman has been a good student of God’s word, which then makes her a wise person and kind as well (v 26) , Lets say she has a good attitude and doesn’t grumble (v 25), lets say she knows how much she’z been blessed with skills and abilities and she does her best to maximize them (vv 13, 1-18, 24) , lets say she knows that God is her source of everything, and this makes her confident which makes her family to also trust her because they know she has thier best interest in mind (vv 15- 11).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040" size="2"&gt;Lets say she’z all that.. I find it hard to imagine that a man who doesn’t value this qualities will be able to stay by her through their lives. Clearly he man in verse 28 values her quite well. Hmm so maybe there’s a certain kind of man that’s supposed to be beside the famous virtuous woman, not maybe, certainly, for to have any kind of man alongside her would be her trading her happiness in life for that man.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#400040" size="2"&gt;Life is all about giving, and if this woman with all her worth (v10) decides to be with a man. I think its just reasonable for the man to respect and value her by being the kind of man she can and always respects.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-2643114890852128950?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/2643114890852128950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=2643114890852128950&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/2643114890852128950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/2643114890852128950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2010/06/say-shez-all-that.html' title='say She’z all that'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-851054430712464145</id><published>2010-05-31T13:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:08:19.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bestest rhyme i ever heard…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hi peoplez,,i have been informed that some of us don’t know were the comment link is,&lt;/p&gt; 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Then Gods will will be carried out in their lives ( i know we have some unpleasant experiences, we’ll talk about that in some other post :-) ) But if God was running things and pushing His will of on people, since He doesn’t wish that any should perish, He would make everybody get saved today and we would go into the Millennium tomorrow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#5ae0eb" size="2"&gt;As I examined God’s word for the “why” behind John Wesley’s statement, I saw a truth I had never seen before.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#5ae0eb" size="2"&gt;But it’s all in the book of beginnings – Genesis. Maybe we have read so many times we don’t pay attention to the details.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#5ae0eb" size="2"&gt;I saw that God made the world and the fullness thereof. He made His man, Adam.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#5ae0eb" size="2"&gt;Then He said “Adam, I give you dominion over all the work of My hands.” ( &lt;font color="#800080"&gt;Genesis 1:26,27 ; Psalm 8:6&lt;/font&gt; )&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#5ae0eb" size="2"&gt;God didn’t say “ I am going to dominate through you.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#5ae0eb" size="2"&gt;He said, “I give you dominion over all the work of My hands.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#5ae0eb" size="2"&gt;Therefore Adam had dominion upon this earth and in this world. He was to some extent, god of this world.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#5ae0eb" size="2"&gt;But Satan came and lied to Adam. Adam committed high treason and sold out to Satan. Then Satan took over Adams position.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#5ae0eb"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#800040"&gt;2 Corinthians 4:4&lt;/font&gt; calls Satan “the god of this world.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#5ae0eb" size="2"&gt;As such he has dominion. Where? In this world. And he will have the dominion until Adam’s lease runs out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#5ae0eb" size="2"&gt;God cannot justly move in and take away that dominion from the devil. The devil has legal right because he has Adams lease. And God will only intervene in situations He is invited into.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#5ae0eb"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;On bad things happening to good people..we never see peoples hearts. So sometimes people are not as good as we see. God looks at the heart , the heart , the heart, he sees what people can’t see. Sometimes these things happen because God actually wants to draw people closer to Him&lt;em&gt;( more in the next post).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#5ae0eb" size="2"&gt;Also, sometimes we are quick to call experiences bad, when the story is not over. Remember the dude that was born blind ? (&lt;font color="#800040"&gt;John chapter 9&lt;/font&gt;)That’s looks like capital b –a –d, right. But Jesus said, it was that God glory might be seen. The bible says &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; will work out for our good as God’s own, so when &lt;strong&gt;somethings &lt;/strong&gt;happen we should note that, that’s just &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; thing or maybe even two things..maybe three.. but at the end allll things..will be for our good.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#5ae0eb" size="2"&gt;I don’t think I know it all..,and only God knows the answer to all the whys ? But if we’ll just do our part and live by His word..we’ll be cool.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#5ae0eb"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#5ae0eb" size="1"&gt; Some parts were taken from the art of prayer – Kenneth E. Hagin.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-1655469540733314849?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/1655469540733314849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=1655469540733314849&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/1655469540733314849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/1655469540733314849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-well-pray-and-walk-right.html' title='2 (we’ll pray and walk right.)'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-2648777288924163880</id><published>2010-05-11T22:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:13:10.704+01:00</updated><title type='text'>why pray ..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#9676cb"&gt;I began to examine the bible to find out why, if god wants to do something for humanity. He cannot except somebody asks him. I found the answer through the study of God’s word.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#9676cb"&gt;You see, though some people have built up “spiritual air castles” that God is running everything in this world, He is not.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#9676cb"&gt;During the Vietnam war a nationally syndicated newspaper columnist began one column by stating that he was not a Christian. He said he was not an atheist because the atheist says there is no God.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#9676cb"&gt;“I suppose you would classify me as agnostic.” he wrote. “The agnostic says there maybe a God, but if there is, I don’t know it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#9676cb"&gt;Actually, I am prone to believe there is a supreme Being. I do not believe that everything here just happened. I believe there is a creator somewhere.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#9676cb"&gt;“But I have never read the Bible. i do not attend church. One reason I don’t is that what the Christians say about God doesn’t agree with what I think a Creator should be, nor with with what I can see of Him in nature.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#9676cb"&gt;Even the ministers say . ‘God has everything under control. He’s running everything.’&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#9676cb"&gt;“Well, if He is, He sure has things in a mess. People are killing each other. Little children are dying. Little children are hungry. Women are suffering. There are wars everywhere.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#9676cb"&gt;If God has everything under control, do you mean God is running those wars?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#9676cb"&gt;Even an unregenerate columnist knew that wasn’t right.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#9676cb"&gt;God is not ruling this world. He is not ruling on the earth. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#9676cb"&gt;Thank God, He will one day !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#9676cb"&gt;But right now His will is not being carried out on the earth, except in the lives of those who surrender to Him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#9676cb"&gt;That is easy to see if you will accept what the Bible says. The Bible says that God is not willing that any should perish&amp;#160; but that all should come to repentance ( 2 Peter 3:9. It is obvious that His will concerning the salvation of all men is not being carried out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;……. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be continued&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-2648777288924163880?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/2648777288924163880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=2648777288924163880&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/2648777288924163880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/2648777288924163880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-pray.html' title='why pray ..?'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-3092940929924853781</id><published>2010-05-04T22:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:00:03.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ten things i like  + 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;Shout out to reverence who tagged me unto this..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;1. I like food. Simple as that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;2. I like music…I enjoy different forms of it at different times.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;3. I like soccer,, playing and watching ..but it’s been a while I played.. but I guess once a player ..always a player comes in handy here..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;I can’t believe I’m finding it hard to find 10 things I like. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;4. I like travelling ..not the journey itself…but the destination part..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;5. I like photography really really well, working on my skills in that aspect.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;6. I like laughing..haven’t been doing a lot of that recently though.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;7. I like putting a smile on people’s faces...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;8. I like hair..and the fact that my hair is thinning is not particularly putting a smile on my face..no worries sha..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;9. I like simple things..the simple things in life like the smile of a child.., tears of joy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;10. I like gadgets..annoying how there’s just few months in between every improved device and the next improved one..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;Can I add one more..?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;11. I like shoes..not necessarily guy shoes ;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;So there you have it..I hope you found my list interesting…. I’ll tag &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adayingodswill.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;remi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://notestomygod.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;telekynesis&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt; , &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://rinsola.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;rinsola&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt; and &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://life-nolimit.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;nolimit&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt; ..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;thanks bloggers for everything you’ve been good people and i must say i appreciate you all.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080c0"&gt;Remain blessed .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-3092940929924853781?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/3092940929924853781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=3092940929924853781&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/3092940929924853781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/3092940929924853781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2010/05/ten-things-i-like-1.html' title='ten things i like  + 1'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-3880971586723020765</id><published>2010-03-24T00:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:53:56.032Z</updated><title type='text'>“application questions”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8080"&gt;o.k people..how have we been..? I’m thankful to God that I can think with my brain..that I sld write a post..that I can actually put this thing on my laps and start typing while reading what I’m typing..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8080"&gt;ok. The issue of application questions ..is just some little something in my head..&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;digression..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff80"&gt;i’m smiling…love is a beautiful thing…and as much as I’ll want to&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff80"&gt;point the finger at someone..theres no one to accuse yet..the ..concept of love is what I’m smiling at.. or lemme just point the finger at God ..he started this love ish..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8080"&gt;o.k soo.. I’ve been in school now for a while..it feels good.i tell you..its not all fun but I think I’m enjoying it..i have become a lil lazy to school runz..the undergrad zeal..is not something you can buy..i tell you..and part of my laziness is the unlikeness for definitions..define this and that..how many will I know..and I have discovered what I can call my strength which I call application problems..maybe there’s a more technical term for it..but this just refers to applying our concept/ theory/ method to any given problem at all..and getting it sorted out..i mean no matter how headless and mumbled up the problem seems..i can apply what I have been taught to it and get a reasonable looking solution ..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8080"&gt;o.k well so I was thinking as well of how my bible being the text book and the holy spirit being my teacher..how the issues are life’s challenges..you see..it looks interesting when with my undergrad zeal..i can read the bible and go to &lt;s&gt;class &lt;/s&gt;church..and memorize verses and do all that… but doing all the do-able stress and not being able to apply the lessons when the need arises is pointless , to me..i have fumbled a lot at applying what I learn and memorize..but I have not been on a spot..but then..these application questions life presents to us can be really something sometimes..not making up an excuse at all..but if there’s someone reading this,..and you’ve been tempted to think..maybe the bible doesn’t really apply to the real world.. just want you to know..that… that thought itself..is an application question…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8080"&gt;Hebews 10:23 says&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#804000"&gt;“Let us hold tightly without wavering to the hope we affirm, for God can be trusted to keep his promise.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8080"&gt;..one thing I’m constantly “scared” of is not doing what I know or looking for a short cut when I encounter some situations…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8080"&gt;The application lifestyle is one that strives to apply every memorized verse of the bible..when the need arises..one that prays and lets go of all doubts..and fears..one that loves with the same kind of love God loves us with…..if we don’t apply all we learn and hear…every other thing we do..are just going to be religious activity..this,I am also always wary of. God has given us his word and holy spirit to help us find our way through life by finding his will for us and walking in it...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8080"&gt;Take a look at James 1:22&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#804040"&gt;“But don’t just listen to God’s word. You must do what it says. Otherwise, you are only fooling yourselves.”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8080"&gt;Ask the holy spirit to lead you always…(and you must always follow his leading),tell him its God’s will you want to do when you are in “interesting” circumstances..trust Him and you can’t be disappointed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-3880971586723020765?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/3880971586723020765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=3880971586723020765&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/3880971586723020765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/3880971586723020765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2010/03/application-questions.html' title='“application questions”'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-8078880313203781075</id><published>2010-02-20T20:48:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:56:42.770Z</updated><title type='text'>beautiful story…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i’ll tell you a story….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it’s a story of victory…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it’s a story with a happily ever after ending…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it’s not my story alone.. no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it’s your story and my story….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;we messed up ,God loved us …and He loved us to death..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the winding turns in the plot line encourage us to quit the path we have chosen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;some days don’t feel like this story is going anywhere at all…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but we fight to stay alive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;we fight to get to the finish line…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;cos somehow…we know that we know that we cant fail..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;as long as we don’t throw in the towel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it’s funny cos , sometimes we feel like we can practically hold our victory in our hands..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and some other times it feels like nothing more than a theory of a long-gone scientist..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808040;"&gt;John 16:32-33  says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808040;"&gt;“But take notice, the hour is coming, and it has arrived, when you will all be dispersed and scattered, every man to his own home, leaving Me alone. Yet I am not alone, because the Father is with Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808040;"&gt;I have told you these things, so that in Me you may have [perfect] peace and confidence. In the world you have tribulation and trials and distress and frustration; but be of good cheer [take courage; be confident, certain, undaunted]! For I have overcome the world. [I have deprived it of power to harm you and have conquered it for you.]”            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808040;"&gt;– amplified version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808040;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808040;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 John 5:4-5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808040;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;For whatever is born of God is victorious over the world; and this is the victory that conquers the world, even our faith.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808040;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is it that is victorious over [that conquers] the world but he who believes that Jesus is the Son of God [who adheres to, trusts in, and relies on that fact]  - amplified version&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sounds so elementary but ..all we have to do is believe and keep believing… and we’ll always have our victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;our victory is already there, waiting to be claimed. failing to claim it, doesn’t erase it. it only means we are living without it…and that’s not the lot of any believer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;we belong to family that’s victorious… if you believe it today, then believe it tomorrow and don’t ever stop believing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;God bless you  .. x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#800080;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808040;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#808040;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-8078880313203781075?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/8078880313203781075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=8078880313203781075&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/8078880313203781075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/8078880313203781075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2010/02/beautiful-story.html' title='beautiful story…'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-6755348645723239604</id><published>2010-01-26T08:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T08:21:12.364Z</updated><title type='text'>love love this..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:0f02fd1c-85ef-40fd-ae68-12090568a048" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="6d6bb724-0a36-4757-adc9-23d15ef1fb1b" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-afZJ9_TIM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/S16l98wSKjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Y04Yez1wT6c/video79fe447a1b2a%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('6d6bb724-0a36-4757-adc9-23d15ef1fb1b'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;422\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;352\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/X-afZJ9_TIM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/X-afZJ9_TIM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;422\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;352\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;how are we all doing…? just wanted to share.. just spare approx 6 mins of your time to love on God.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;january seems to be on some kinda fast-forward ..but all is well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;one word ..or maybe two &lt;em&gt;stay connected&lt;/em&gt;. not to me oh.. lol.. to God..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-6755348645723239604?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/6755348645723239604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=6755348645723239604&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/6755348645723239604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/6755348645723239604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-love-this.html' title='love love this..'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/S16l98wSKjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Y04Yez1wT6c/s72-c/video79fe447a1b2a%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-9172587829745218844</id><published>2010-01-07T14:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:08:57.983Z</updated><title type='text'>i jus wanna testify..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;yes father.. i just want to thank-you for the many blessings you give me..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i pause to try and find the exact words that will convey the gratitude in my heart..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;for your guidiance..even when i didnt follow sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;for provision..you are faithful is all i can mutter..you are good..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;for protection..i cant remember all the places i’ve been, you’ve kept me still..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i cant remember how many times i have slept..all i know is i wake up healthy and sane ..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;for my family..how you’ve continued to relate with everyone based on your loving kindness and tender mercies..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;for real people..you have surrounded me with..lord i thank you for these relaionships&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;for victory that i always experience..its cos of your one victory over the devil…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;you continue to fight my battles ..countless number of times..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;lord.. you have been mighty gracious to me..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i just want to say lord thank you , i’m grateful.. na gode..mo dupe ..imela.,merci &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;thank you lord..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;rejoice somebody&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-9172587829745218844?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/9172587829745218844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=9172587829745218844&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/9172587829745218844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/9172587829745218844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-jus-wanna-testify.html' title='i jus wanna testify..'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-4823154369091897232</id><published>2009-12-02T09:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:15:24.698Z</updated><title type='text'>standing still or not…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;Not sure if you’ll want to read the whole thing..(2 Kings 6:24 – 30) so I’ll just give the summary of the gist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;This king was angry with this country...and he decided…he was going to deal with them…normally.. you’ll expect that he’ll attack them and wipe them off the earth’s surface with the best brutal and cruel method available to him according to the technology of their times..but no..he decided he was going to surround the country…so that nothing went it and nothing came out..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;When I came across this…my first deduction was …okay…well…fair enough..you stay outside..that’s fine..they’ll live their life in peace…no qualms.. do your thing and they’ll do theirs…but I was so so wrong… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;Surrounding the country such that...no one and no thing could move out...and no one and no thing could come in was as cruel a method as anything else….because it was only a matter of time before…the head of a donkey became a valued commodity.. they started killing their own children so as to have something to eat,…it was terrible… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;Its like this ..a position of stagnancy is a really dangerous one to be in..if these guys in that country had realized when the whole what the situation would metamorphose into ..maybe they won’t have been so cool about being confined in their own country and maybe they would have fought it…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;Lets even drop the bible story…even from general knowledge we realize that anything that doesn’t... give or/and take is dead/going to die..the dead sea..is called dead cos it doesn’t flow anywhere..we all know it only living beings that take oxygen and give carbon dioxide.. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;o.k lets leave the things we can see and think about those we really cant see..like personal development, attitude and all that jazz …staying on one spot when we talk of stuff like this should be a taboo..for anyone who is serious about the life he/she has been given..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;medically, biologically when we give birth to a babe..you expect the child to crawl at some point..and again…you expect the child to start walking latter..but we all know the alarm bells would go full blast if a 5 year old is still crawling..its the same thing with the man inside us..who is actually the real man..that real man is just in this body for a while…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;people, I just want to urge us to feed this man, nurture this man, groom this man, discipline this man because this man inside is the real you…the real me is being housed in this body of mine…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;….and don’t you dare say you will start changing things on the first of January…do what you’ve got to do and do it now…don’t remain on a spot..that king made sure those guys stayed put and that did the trick..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;ship some things out of your life..and ship in some better things..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;..luv&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-4823154369091897232?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/4823154369091897232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=4823154369091897232&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/4823154369091897232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/4823154369091897232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2009/12/standing-still-or-not.html' title='standing still or not…'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-8178025745265319832</id><published>2009-10-26T09:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:40:27.986Z</updated><title type='text'>testy situations…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33afb9"&gt;tests are different from temptation…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33afb9"&gt;tests are meant to prove one, to see if they can move from one level to another…temptations deal with soliciting someone to do evil…./enticing someone to do evil.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33afb9"&gt;Just like tests and exams we deal with in school are not really what we look forward to..&lt;i&gt;cos they are not all that pleasant..i never looked forward to exams in school..i hope that changes in future.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;J.. &lt;/i&gt;in the same way..i think life tests are not all that pleasant… and before I go too far I would like to add that not everybody in life has to undergo this tests I’m talking about..these tests are the ones we pass with faith, patience, love and steadfastness…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33afb9"&gt;You know very well that the sellers in the kiosks that we buy stuff from at lunch time.. don’t sit to take tests with us in class…this is because they have not decided to go through the “school” we were enrolled in …so also ..if someone has not decided to live his life the same way I have decided to live mine..we will never and ever sit for the same life tests..cos we didn’t enroll in the same “school”..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33afb9"&gt;…for instance...this sounds simple but..if the kind of life I have decided to live ..does not allow me to harbor a grudge in my mind/allow me to revenge when offended.. so when I am faced with this kind of situation..and I decide I won’t answer the question/situation by what my teacher has taught me..which is to walk in love, say my mind to the offending party and forgive,…then..i get an automatic 0/100…this simply means..i will need to take that test again..because it’s part of moving forward/higher..as a christian..we need to grow up and mature in our walk with God.. cos anything that does not grow dies..anything that’s stagnant..losses every form of essence its supposed to have..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33afb9"&gt;..there are a million and one situations that confront us daily..you can fill in the blanks....and I think It would have been sweeter or easier..if these kind of tests are pre announced..but unlike in school..life tests are not pre-announced…i know we’ve been and we go through various situations, but if you have chosen to live your life by Gods word..then you need to remain faithful..knowing that the God is faithful..and won’t let any situation that’s going to finish you land at your doorstep…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33afb9"&gt;If you believe God is good you know He is not the type of teacher that would bring questions meant for M.Sc students to you who is still in level 3 of B.Sc..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33afb9"&gt;..now john 15 is coming to mind.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;“&lt;font color="#808000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I AM the True Vine, and My Father is the Vinedresser. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#808000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Any branch in Me that does not bear fruit [that stops bearing] He cuts away (trims off, takes away); and He cleanses and repeatedly prunes every branch that continues to bear fruit, to make it bear more and richer and more excellent fruit. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#808000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;You are cleansed and pruned already, because of the word which I have given you [the teachings I have discussed with you]. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#808000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Dwell in Me, and I will dwell in you. [Live in Me, and I will live in you.] Just as no branch can bear fruit of itself without abiding in (being vitally united to) the vine, neither can you bear fruit unless you abide in Me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font color="#808000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;sup&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I am the Vine; you are the branches. Whoever lives in Me and I in him bears much (abundant) fruit. However, apart from Me [cut off from vital union with Me] you can do nothing.&amp;#160; pls read the rest &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=john%2015&amp;amp;version=AMP" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#808000" size="2"&gt;here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#808000" size="2"&gt; …&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#2c8fa0"&gt;O.k peoplez..did i talk too much..? :) ..have a great week&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-8178025745265319832?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/8178025745265319832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=8178025745265319832&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/8178025745265319832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/8178025745265319832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2009/10/testy-situations.html' title='testy situations…'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-3409580864453747769</id><published>2009-10-14T15:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:30:17.256+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just thinkin'/><title type='text'>the puzzles..</title><content type='html'>i live with a lot of questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daily they come ... daily they leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some leave with answers ... some just leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some leave but..i know they'll be back, at some point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they will ask of me an answer, for without an answer they won't go to thier graves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do they come , in the first place ... i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just at that point ... when i feel like i am the captian of my army and the emperor in charge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you come again ... just to remind me that theres such a thing as a puzzle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe ..to tell me that life is all about puzzles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puzzles ..puzzles puzzles... its so dark in here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i see the Light...and all of a sudden , I am not  so clueless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel as sure footed as a deer, the plot seems so clear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see the Light ... i am the emperor that decides what script is played out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the questions fire me up and the puzzles inspire me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they looked like gaints initially ... but they were inspired by a mirage of some sort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see clearly now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-3409580864453747769?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-2547978024105461683</id><published>2009-09-10T21:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:34:57.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mandatory lip job</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#bb00bb" size="2" face="Tahoma"&gt;If its not written ..then its not real…imagine the top guy in the corporation ..saying..if you can get this and that done by the middle of this year ..you’ll are getting a 35% pay rise…..if it wasn’t put down with attesting signatories..then if you do your part and time comes for him to do his/hers and CEO reneges, you know there’s nothing you can do, it’s a dead end...so even though, it might not be a the case 100% of the time, the written word is reliable, and it gives us an assurance &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma"&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;&lt;font color="#bb00bb"&gt;so my lip job thingie…was a mandatory one.. i noticed something like a pimple below my lower lip, the little point you cant see if I’m standing directly in front of you..o.k so it itched a lil and I scratched – i think ..and then by the next day it began to swell kinda..i knew it was a boil cos I had a number of them when I was little..but I was expecting the whole thing to swell outwards..not so, the funny thing decided it was goin to swell inwards..thats I got a swollen lower lip o..it wasn’t funny o..its was bout 3 times the normal size..i was in a hotel at the time..working in another state so I just stayed indoors..kept doing sms back and forth with my uncle who is a doctor…cos I couldn’t talk well…so he told me what to use..walked out to a pharmacy bought it and stayed indoors for the next two days..in between all these I was searching my heart..asking God whats up and declearing scriptures at the same time….(you don’t want to know all what went thru my mind..) lol…my lips..oh my lips..i now knew their worth more than ever…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#808000"&gt; what if it doesn’t rupture, like he says it will, what if its not really a boil boil.. don’t worry, at worst you’ll go to Israel or india to get the lousy lump out…will ma lips ever look normal again…oh..my whole face might never be as fine..who did I offend, God..? ---all little whispers in ma head..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#d200d2" size="2" face="Tahoma"&gt;I wanted to see a doctor..by all means. it was a first time to the state..so I had to make sure I got a good one, made my contacts by sms mostly and ended up in-front of this female doc..she said it started as a pimple and maybe I irritated it and all that jazz …told her how I couldn’t laugh well and all that….she said it would go down, she said its good, that I’ll let the ladies rest,,I smiled and thot for a moment..&lt;em&gt;why did she have to go there&lt;/em&gt;….but having my lovely lips back occupied all my thoughts…by the fourth day I peeled off a large scale of dead skin off my lower lip like a snake shedding its wareva ..then came the fresh one beneath..had to peel off another layer 2 days after that ( &lt;em&gt;it was so ewwwy&lt;/em&gt;) …by now the size was about 60% of the abnormal size…i was happy..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#d200d2" size="2" face="Tahoma"&gt;Then it became really clear to me that..all I was looking for all along was just the assurance from someone believable..that all will be fine.. cos after i left the doc, i was more relaxed than i had been..in the last couple of dayz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#d200d2" size="2" face="Tahoma"&gt;Its totally natural..to want to have that assurance from God or other humans..when we are doing stuff together..thats why even God when he called Abram ..said I swear, I will bless you (&lt;em&gt;hebrews 6: 13- 20&lt;/em&gt;) , cos along the line it might look like I have abandoned you…and that was exactly what I felt like..in between those 4 days..&lt;em&gt;psalm 103:1 – 5&lt;/em&gt;, emphasis on 3,4 was one of the scriptures I continually meditated on…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#d200d2" size="2" face="Tahoma"&gt;..many times, we just want ti hear God say, “I swear you’ll be fine”…theres nothing like that assurance from someone..for those of us who are married you know what that assurance can make you feel like - it gives some real confidence.…its the assurance that a baby has, that his mum wont drop him on the hard floor from a 5 feet height…we need to trust God like babies …&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#d200d2" size="2" face="Tahoma"&gt;We go thru stuff..and all we really want to know is that we’ll come out on top at the end…the scene looks so bad and all set for you to be the scapegoat…but God says I’m with you, even till the end of time….&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#d200d2" size="2" face="Tahoma"&gt;…….And God has given us hundreds of assurances and promises in His word…but they don’t start to work for us ‘cos they are there ..we have to take them, believe and confess them..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#d200d2" size="2" face="Tahoma"&gt;ma two lips are fine now..fresh as ever..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-2547978024105461683?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/2547978024105461683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=2547978024105461683&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/2547978024105461683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/2547978024105461683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2009/09/mandatory-lip-job.html' title='mandatory lip job'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-6127403736462489734</id><published>2009-09-08T10:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:01:17.055+01:00</updated><title type='text'>“sorry” in zulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;ah my people..i’m so really mighy wonderfully sorry for running off…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;i wish i could apologise in all languages from aramaic to zulu…but please people i’m on ma &lt;strike&gt;knees&lt;/strike&gt; seat saying..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;i’ll be better now..there are always reasons..but i dont like falling back on excuses..so ..my next post will be about my lip job…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;catch y’all..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-6127403736462489734?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/6127403736462489734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=6127403736462489734&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/6127403736462489734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/6127403736462489734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-in-zulu.html' title='“sorry” in zulu'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-1691581534185302354</id><published>2009-07-23T11:18:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:53:05.449+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just thinkin'/><title type='text'>validate and stick..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;got this question on ma mind..in ma head...would really love to hear your views...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;we will all admit that we do things we want to cos we are comfortable with them. ...well, most times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;o.k, so just how much approval or &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;validation&lt;/span&gt; is needed..or how much is healthy.. maybe i should say..how much of the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;validation&lt;/span&gt; can we do without..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;or i could say..how much &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;stick&lt;/span&gt; do we need to get from people before you start to seriously re-consider the decision....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i also recognise that not all people's comments matter when we about to take a step or after we have done something important to us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i hope this makes sense..somehow...please let me get your thoughts on this...i'll appreciate it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;hope you guyz are cool..i'm fine and can only get better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;peace n love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-1691581534185302354?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/1691581534185302354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=1691581534185302354&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/1691581534185302354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/1691581534185302354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2009/07/validate-and-stick.html' title='validate and stick..'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-6589704655594876450</id><published>2009-06-19T13:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:37:40.020+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>this is a scrappy one..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SjuF1_ayV-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/7ig4AnXy3Aw/s1600-h/honestscrapaward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 204px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349016145035941858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SjuF1_ayV-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/7ig4AnXy3Aw/s320/honestscrapaward.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have had this for months now…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;o.k so I got this tag from geebee(come back o) a while back…and I feel really funny doing mine after the whole world seems to have forgotten bout the scrap award.. he who brags last brags best…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the instructions I have to follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. You must brag about the award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You must include the name of the blogger who bestowed the award on you and link back to the blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You must choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Show their names and links and leave a comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Blog Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself. Then pass it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have been wondering for some weeks now..what my life would be like had I not discovered blogville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I’m a social movie-watcher...I do love them and all that..but it just hit me that I have not been able to get myself to watch movies alone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I watch an unholy amount of tv., believe me..i just keep switching from channel to channel .had to not pay subscriptions to save myself ..lol and this is where I’ll appreciate Nigerian channels for not showing anything good enough to hold me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I’ve got the same birthday as my CEO’s wife, she told me herself, but I’m still gonna leave..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I’m too sensitive ..which makes me notice lil things..which is not sooo good..cos the other person is just doin their thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I’ve been drunk only once in ma life, in the village, grannies burial, 8 yrs old, one of the so called uncles, the palm wine was sweet, full glass, my last memory was, taking the glass away from my mouth..after that..i woke up..lol ..crazy stuff…( I was told I kept introducing myself over and over…asin crazy stuff…&lt;br /&gt;….inspired by FG..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I’m just reading my first book this year(april) ,been really lazy….. “what makes a woman feel loved?” by Emilie Barnes.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dropping it tho...but don’t think I will eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I feel like I’m telling you people too much ..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I’m ashamed to but I’ll admit that I kinda like second hand cigarette, i.e hanging around someone that has just finished smoking..the smell is almost like coffee and even tho I don’t take coffee I like being in a room with someone taking it…now pls do I need help….? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I love the playlist on my blog right now…..manage that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I love hair…asin plenty hair…but I’m lilmited with what I can do with my hair …as I cant go doing corn-rows and leaving weird afro’s…my children’s hairs are in trouble..rotf.. did I mention that I can braid ..o yeah..learnt it a looong time ago….and it has refused to go away ..even without practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I’m so thankful to God for the people I have met on blogsville&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally!! IT wasn’t that easy o, and I hereby solemnly swear that everything is the true and nothing but the false..…lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;from me to you//.,,.peace n luv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-6589704655594876450?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/6589704655594876450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=6589704655594876450&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/6589704655594876450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/6589704655594876450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-scrappy-one.html' title='this is a scrappy one..'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SjuF1_ayV-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/7ig4AnXy3Aw/s72-c/honestscrapaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-7531603460005448378</id><published>2009-06-16T08:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:02:50.007+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><title type='text'>reading is good for the health...lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm laffin cos i think the title is misleading..but not exactly sha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hmm..been thinking of a more dramatic, romantic, tragic, mind-numbing and heart-wrenching way to say this to you all..but I have not been able to come up with a better way other than this one you are reading....ok truth is ..its good news ..i guess thats why i cant come up with a ...razz way of sayin it..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gllady.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reverence&lt;/a&gt; had this lovely idea, and working together with her, has helped us come up with this great blog….and I’ll just invite you to checkirout....I’m sure its worth worth worth a fraction of the time we spend and are not able to account for by the time we are going to bed….plus I’m sure you will enjoy it..&lt;br /&gt;Like I said I feel this invitation is the most interesting thing after star-gazing, but for realz people…check it out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aroundtheword90.blogspot.com/"&gt;this is it..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;remain blessed peoplez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-7531603460005448378?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/7531603460005448378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=7531603460005448378&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/7531603460005448378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/7531603460005448378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2009/06/reading-is-good-for-healthlol.html' title='reading is good for the health...lol'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-7535610195423973359</id><published>2009-06-04T14:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:37:47.040+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christain walk'/><title type='text'>miss world/mr world..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#8080c0" size="2"&gt;Let not yours be the [merely] external adorning with [elaborate] interweaving and knotting of the hair, the wearing of jewelry, or changes of clothes; But let it be the inward adorning and beauty of the hidden person of the heart, with the incorruptible and unfading charm of a gentle and peaceful spirit, which [is not anxious or wrought up, but] is very precious in the sight of God. 1 Peter 3 – 4 Amplified Bible.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#8080c0" size="2"&gt;If you read this verse of the bible you will see that it’s easy to direct it at ladies…and that’s what people do almost all the time…maybe you can’t blame anybody for doing that cos even the writer was referring to ladies when he was putting down the original words….but we all know that it’s not only ladies that need to be/look smashing on the inside… let’s look at when Samuel went to David’s family house to go and anoint a king…Samuel saw the first son ( Eliab ) he jumped at him and said ahhhh..Surely…this must be the next duke of edinburgh …( assuming there’s no royal family)..God disappointed him big time and even lectured him a bit about not judging from the physical appearance…listen to what he said&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="2"&gt;When they arrived, Samuel took one look at Eliab and thought, “Surely this is the Lord’s anointed!”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="2"&gt;But the Lord said to Samuel, “Don’t judge by his appearance or height, for I have rejected him. The Lord doesn’t see things the way you see them. People judge by outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” 1 Samual 16: 6 - 7 NLT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#8080c0" size="2"&gt;look at what peter under the influence of the holy spirit also wrote.. ..one thing we should all know is that we are not perfect at once, its like a journey..you move higher each day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#808080" size="2"&gt;Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight.1 Peter 3:3 - 4 NIV&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#8080c0" size="2"&gt;if we think that our bodies are our real selves..we are making a mighty mistake..as much as our physical bodies represent us and are a part of us..the real me is the one inside and the real you is the one inside…and I can only wonder how handsome , pretty, cute , loving, patient, wise that real me and you is…but we actually need not wonder, cos we know the things that we do/can do to make this inner me and you as dazzling as brangelina..lol, but do we do those things or we just think …since the me the whole world see’s is stunning I might as well look like an asylum seeker within….or is that an exaggeration..? I don’t know..just look at the person within…and make the right changes abeg ..or you could ask those that have been married for years...ask them if it’s the looks that keep the fire burning :) but without that there’s One that see’s the guy, chic, man, wife, husband, employee, entrepreneur within, that’s who he relates with…not my tailor-made attires.. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#8080c0" size="2"&gt;from me to you. peace n love&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-7535610195423973359?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/7535610195423973359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=7535610195423973359&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/7535610195423973359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/7535610195423973359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-worldmr-world.html' title='miss world/mr world..'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-1106961234523512327</id><published>2009-05-14T16:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:00:23.436+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>he insulted the king…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#7d007d;"&gt;Moroccan schoolboy, aged 18, has been jailed for insulting the king after replacing the monarch’s name with that of his favourite football club.(this happened a while back tho…) He altered the phrase: “God, The Nation, The King” on the school blackboard to read: “God, The Nation, Barcelona.” FC Bercelona says it has appointed a lawyer to look into whether they can help the boy, within the framework of Moroccan law. The family of the boy, Yassine Belassal, is appealing against the ruling ! Earlier in 2008, one man received a three year sentence for creating a mock facebook profile of the King’s brother, before receiving a royal pardon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#7d007d;"&gt;Now, as men are punished for “embarrassing” earthly kings,…. what would happen to the earth if the King of kings decides to punish men for daily embarrassment of His glory?. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#7d007d;"&gt;The Holy Spirit wants you to celebrate the mercy of God today while dedicating your life to a greater walk in the beauty of His holiness. ‘cos If God was to mark iniquity, who will stand? We would have all been in prison houses….No wonder Psalm 25:10 says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#525252;"&gt;The Lord leads with unfailing love and faithfulness all who keep his covenant and obey his demands.…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#7d007d;"&gt;and Ps 59:16-17 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#595959;"&gt;And me? I'm singing your prowess,&lt;br /&gt;shouting at cockcrow your largesse,&lt;br /&gt;For you've been a safe place for me,&lt;br /&gt;a good place to hide.&lt;br /&gt;Strong God, I'm watching you do it,&lt;br /&gt;I can always count on you&lt;br /&gt;God, my dependable love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#7d007d;"&gt;this is point blank.. Ps 66:20 is the appreciation that must not depart from your lips daily…..:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#535353;"&gt;Blessed be God, Who has not rejected my prayer nor removed His mercy and loving-kindness from being [as it always is] with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7d007d;"&gt;Very well then did Jeremiah declare in Lam 3:22 “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#404040;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is of the Lords mercies that we are not consumed”…..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#7d007d;"&gt;That’s why no matter what you are passing through, always celebrate the fact of His mercies that is given to you ! As long as God’s mercy is available to you, there is nothing good that will not come your way..Don’t also continue in sin..cos He is also a consuming fire..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;most words from our daily manner, thot i'd share&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-1106961234523512327?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/1106961234523512327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=1106961234523512327&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/1106961234523512327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/1106961234523512327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-insulted-king.html' title='he insulted the king…'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-4457070670243208761</id><published>2009-04-20T09:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:01:41.459+01:00</updated><title type='text'>all you need is one word…lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;lauging cos i think the title sounds a bit serious.. well sha.this is for naijababe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*They have to be real...nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Dont google your answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Make it as interesting and fun as you can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. What is your name: Simeone&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word: Save&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's Name: Saka..lol&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name: Suri..&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation: Sailor&lt;br /&gt;6. A color: Sea-green&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you'll wear: Sandals&lt;br /&gt;9. A food: Suya (used to be the love of my life....,kinda)&lt;br /&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom: Shower&lt;br /&gt;11. A place: Sacramento&lt;br /&gt;12. A reason for being late: Shaving (not as bad as it sounds o…lol)&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you'd shout: Stop ! (especially at myself..)&lt;br /&gt;14. A movie title: Sarafina&lt;br /&gt;15. Something you drink: Slush…(its heavenly, especially on a sunny day. I remember skol days)&lt;br /&gt;16. A musical group: …Salvadore&lt;br /&gt;17. An animal: Sheep&lt;br /&gt;18. A street name: Sokoto&lt;br /&gt;19. A type of car: Sequia (not sure of the spelling..its from Toyota tho..)&lt;br /&gt;20. The title of a song: Superwoman…(someone should pls do a superman song )&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;feel free people to get in on the act..dont really feel like tagging no one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#008080;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;peace &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-4457070670243208761?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/4457070670243208761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=4457070670243208761&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/4457070670243208761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/4457070670243208761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-you-need-is-one-wordlol.html' title='all you need is one word…lol'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-5973782615689601949</id><published>2009-04-06T09:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:46:00.345+01:00</updated><title type='text'>actor nor dey die</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Its baffling me, it’s..…I don’t even know how else to ventilate it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone please tell me..how I’m supposed to hear a still small voice when I’m actually within a little storm..and there’s another one raging within. Now here comes the most amusing part, I can actually hear this still small voice..maybe that sounds a bit spooky, let me call it a sweet ‘lil voice..telling me I’ll be fine and not just fine I’ll be ahead of the pack at he end…the voice said again…you know I have not only come that you may have, but have an overflowing abundance of it (john 10:10)…again you know my thoughts and plans for you are to give you a future and a hope(Jer 29:11)and have you forgotten that nothing can get to you except it passes through me..?..as long as you remain in me though..the truth is that you are already a victor..but the facts I see and feel are not in sync with the truth…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/Sdm9Qa4CUhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hirvlvpU8Zg/s1600-h/post%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" title="post" border="0" alt="post" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/Sdm9aYCPOuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QLgyE3Zu1UU/post_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="132" height="116" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I’m smiling&lt;/em&gt;..But it’s for my own good that I choose to hold on to the truth sweet ‘lil voice says, you know I’ll always cause you to triumph..look at you..do you remember the other day, the other month, the other year..when you thought no helper would show up, remember how it all worked out for you…just think back ..look at where you are now..remember how you later apologized for doubting and worrying….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I’m giggling&lt;/em&gt;…’cos as soon as I paid attention to the sweet ‘lil voice the storm became infinitesimally inconsequential. Now its clearer to me that this life..i live by the revelation that Jesus is my Lord and Shepherd..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I’m laughing&lt;/em&gt;..cos the storm is just there now, doing its thing..its got nothing on me now…look at me now..with the swagger of an eagle…His words say that even a nursing mother may forget her baby, but He wont forget me..(Isaiah 49:15)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I’am laughing like I’m high..&lt;/em&gt;cos I let Him fight my battles and here I stand victorious, knowing that all I am and all I’ll ever be is ‘cos of who God is. I’m reminded that &lt;i&gt;actor nor day     die &lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ..and in this case, I am Joseph and Arnold, I am Daniel and Jackie Chan I am David and James Bond..now It’s obvious I’m High….lol but hey ,truth is I’m a victor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.the lead actor never dies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-5973782615689601949?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/5973782615689601949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=5973782615689601949&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/5973782615689601949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/5973782615689601949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2009/04/actor-nor-dey-die.html' title='actor nor dey die'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/Sdm9aYCPOuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QLgyE3Zu1UU/s72-c/post_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-1933705121024711246</id><published>2009-03-02T16:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:39:43.685Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>last words..? not yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SawH_ScAMkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pmMiUDTf3UI/s1600-h/christmaspresen2t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308626844625416770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SawH_ScAMkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pmMiUDTf3UI/s400/christmaspresen2t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna write don’t know exactly what I wanna write…there’s a lot of bits and pieces here and there….well , the other day I was thinking…what would I love my last post to be about..emotional me, I know …no I’m not that I’m planning to leave blogville , nah..i was just wondering.., there’s definitely  going to be a last time we all do stuff.. a last time you eat, the last time I sing, the last time you drive, the last time I make a call, the last time you laugh and you can fill in the blanks ..that’s why I thought if there’s is a last time I do a blog post..would I know it? what if I knew it? what would I write about&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;?..what would I tell all those that I pray for and think about almost every day since I started blogging? those I have fallen in love with, those that have let me be a part of their worlds one way or the other, what will I say to those that never left a comment or responded to one when I left it on their blog..to those that have made me laugh when I didn’t feel like, those that encouraged me when I thought there was nothing good about me….what would I say ?.. &lt;/span&gt;well, I would tell them all ?, I’ve got nothing but love for all of them I would thank them for their comments I would thank them for sharing their time with me, their thoughts and opinions, for their prayers I would thank them for tolerating me the times I was insensitive and not really appreciative of them, I would apologise to my ex all over again not pointing any fingers this time around, then I would tell them not to forget what’s important in life and more importantly not to forget that there is still a life after life and that as much as they enjoy life they shouldn’t forget that that life was given to them as a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;gift&lt;/span&gt;, and one thing we do usually is appreciate &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the giver of the gift.&lt;/span&gt; Okay, remember when you got a gift that you didn’t really like and you go “what is this?” in your heart, maybe you did a half-hearted thank-you very much to the giver so they won’t say you didn’t even appreciate it, like the shirts my dad used to buy for me, I just dumped them in the wardrobe,…. but there is this other gift you really appreciated, probably you were planning to get that stuff yourself before then…you do the thank-you and later when you are alone with the gift you keep appreciating the person and the gift..now think of life as a gift but with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;two added features&lt;/span&gt; that don’t come with other gifts…i) &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the giver sees all you do with the gift ii) the giver will ask for an account of how you used/spent the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;gift&lt;/span&gt;…need I expatiate on these two points…I’m not saying if you are not perfect..then buzz off, no! we all make mistakes, get disappointed, we all get our feathers ruffled, get taken advantage of..but what you want from life and what you want to do with your life is in your heart..nobody should try and deceive anybody, well, you can actually deceive the whole world, but then…everything is laid bare before the giver of life. get in tune with Him, get hooked on Jesus and get high loving Him.  peace n luv..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-1933705121024711246?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/1933705121024711246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=1933705121024711246&amp;isPopup=true' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/1933705121024711246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/1933705121024711246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-words-not-yet.html' title='last words..? not yet'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SawH_ScAMkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pmMiUDTf3UI/s72-c/christmaspresen2t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-8526030336823329213</id><published>2009-02-19T10:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:02:45.513Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>25 issues I have ..lol</title><content type='html'>so i was tagged by reverence...so i had to put together 25 issues in my life so you guys can pray fro moi..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t eat amala…(if you dont know what it is..then just move on..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll with older people more, that’s cos I always seem to have a problem with the maturity of guys my age, especially the ladies...sorry..no disrespect in anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t work seriously until I know there’s a deadline and often get a kick from toying with the deadline…yeah I know it’s not so cool.&lt;br /&gt;I never abandon or let go of friends that stepped to me first.&lt;br /&gt;I am an arsenal fan&lt;br /&gt;I can’t sleep with the lights on; else I’ll have to cover my face with a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;I have a hopeless eye fetish.&lt;br /&gt;I can identify a song I knew before by hearing if for just a second or even less; make it 2 seconds if you don’t believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I love Jesus..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I like bananas&lt;br /&gt;The sight of blood injuries and sores can make me sick in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do a lot of buying on impulse, I’m getting better though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been driving for close to 10 years but have never driven interstate.&lt;br /&gt;My English teacher used “a cold glass of milk” in a sentence when I was in J S 2 and I’ve never stopped taking one since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to pretend.&lt;br /&gt;I change barbers immediately they start acting familiar.&lt;br /&gt;I have and prefer having older people as my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I develop a natural dislike for anything that’s hyped or should I say overhyped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fourth year running since I’ve fallen ill in anyway (thank you fada)…apart from the occasional flu, when I expose myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beat a classmate once and his nose bleed, I think it was when I was in primary 2, I remember cos my dad told me…not like I’m proud of it, but I guess I had fun then….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t buy a car with no leather seats or I love leather seats in cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scooping beverage and milk into a mug is never 100% successful for me, 9 out of 10 times, some of the beverage pours on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t change my mind about something/someone very easily just as I don’t make up my mind easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know how to dance until after about two years in the university, and no, it had nothing to do with what I was studying then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like controversy/drama i.e. as mischievous as I may be, I like keeping things simple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and this one....i really lov books but once the book has to do with "school" i start to just tolerate it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much for smiling , laughing, frowning and every other thing you did when you read..&lt;br /&gt;so i'm tagging believer and jaycee and geebee and afrobabeeeeeeeeeeeeee. 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-8526030336823329213?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/8526030336823329213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=8526030336823329213&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/8526030336823329213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/8526030336823329213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-issues-i-have-lol.html' title='25 issues I have ..lol'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-498480630586358094</id><published>2009-01-29T16:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:27:52.007Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random gists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>as random as it gets</title><content type='html'>wow....so my year has been wonderful so far…..not been all honeymoonie but I’m so thankful for the  direction God has been giving me……I said it on someone’s blog and I’m gonna say it again..2008 just had to go the way it went for me to have the 2009 that I’ll be forever be grateful for..&lt;br /&gt;…was in the barber shop and after the pleasantries the guy gets to business..well, I told him what I wanted and he was working then he starts telling me how he has stopped smoking..which reminded me of my first post this year..he said if someone told him he wouldn’t smoke for  1 week he would never have believed the person…and he said its almost four weeks now…I smiled cos deep inside I was happy for him…a while later he starts telling me how he has started paying his tithe even when its just ten naira..now you might think I have preached to him before but nah..I have never, and I was just wondering why did he think I was the kind of person that would encourage him to pay his tithe….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head, I think the funniest type of physical death a person can die is death caused by yawning..imagine an autopsy result reading ……. . cause of death : yawning.… and also in my head the meanest thing you can write on someone’s facebook wall is “pay me my money” ..what do you think..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met my first blogger and that’s all I’m going to say..okay let me add..i was happy I met her..i present to you writefreak..it was fun, and going by this experience I’ll love to keep meeting bloggers..thats all i'll say for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  think I’m lonely… but I think I’m fine…and I choose to say, I’m doing great&lt;br /&gt;i'm just me trying hard(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;not by power or  might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) to keep it real with HIM, you know who.., yeah, my maker, the reason why i live, the reason I can face tomorrow. I'm still young, but I have been through somethings, and after everything I come to conclude,my life can only  make  meaning to anybody, in His hands, I am so afraid to run the show of my life by myself, because I know that the result is a guaranteed 101% failure. Therefore , each day I try to see things the way He wants me to see them, no matter how trivial the situation may look like. I love Him, but at the end I feel so unworthy, because He loved me first, and I feel like there is nothing I can do to love Him back the way He has loved me, but I know just like David said in one of his psalms, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I've got a good thing going with Him, and I am not letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (the message bible) .I love you Jesus. It is this love that gives me all the value that I’m worth. Lets look at it like this. Look at God's love for us with the love of a little girl with her favorite doll. That doll might be threadbare &amp;amp; falling apart at the seams. The doll itself has no value at all, except to that little girl. To her, it is priceless, the most important object in the world. The doll itself has no value, but the girl's love gives it infinite value. Likewise, it is God's love that gives us worth, even though we are not worthy of that love.&lt;br /&gt;so no matter what it is goin on around us or in the world, lets remember, theres an end, and that when the real winners are recognised, dont win now and be something less than a winner in the end&lt;em&gt;...selah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-498480630586358094?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/498480630586358094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=498480630586358094&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/498480630586358094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/498480630586358094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-random-as-it-gets.html' title='as random as it gets'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-1467089126552717958</id><published>2009-01-16T13:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:31:18.114Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>..yes i have kissed a girl...</title><content type='html'>People pleeeze tell me is it crime to not have kissed a girl in my life….you guys really made me feel like I’m living in the 17th century o…just for some seconds though.&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun reading everybody’s point and the little reasons attached to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear sting…no I’m not wood o..the truth of the marra is that it my cousin that made that statement….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam LG..u ended up not giving your own answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believer…you already said you don’t know why..so I wont ask you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaycee mi..even if I lie to the whole blogville..i wont lie to you..so I confess..number 3 is not a lie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geebama himself..bros I’m not gay o..why are you people trying to make me feel like ..i don’t even know what to call me sef.. do you know you didn’t answer the question..you just explained your thoughts to me…so therefore&lt;a title="'" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;amp;postID=4472184465012835118"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminator my reminator…are you guys trying to tell me I must kiss a girl this year ..lolllll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling dee…you gave me two lies instead of one..howfar now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writefreak mi…well you were almost there o..but almost doesn’t count..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest rayo…how did you guess..? or did you just close ur eyes and pick one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alotedbabe..hmmm..well well..number two is no lie o ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zayzee..i luurv this name first of all..but please..complete your statement….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abujamaiden….the answer is not 2..would have been happy if you got it…but….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kafo…well mumber 2 is not the lie..thats my final answer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should I say congratulations to my one and only believer and dearest rayo..both you guys will be getting a fone call from moi as long as you send your digits to &lt;a href="mailto:bone_sykes@yahoo.co.uk"&gt;bone_sykes@yahoo.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; (bone underscore sykes)&lt;br /&gt;and if you schedule is quite tight lemme when you’ll be really free to receive a very important call..;-)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for participating…and I promise you I wont be kissing a girl anytime soon..yes cos you guys just made me more stubborn..heheeheee..&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-1467089126552717958?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/1467089126552717958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=1467089126552717958&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/1467089126552717958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/1467089126552717958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2009/01/people-pleeeze-tell-me-is-it-crime-to.html' title='..yes i have kissed a girl...'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-7215002907774251911</id><published>2009-01-01T07:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:38:49.463Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><title type='text'>what's insanity..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I want some things to turn out differently this year and the good thing is that I have a measure of power to influence these things…and as a wise man once said .. “ the definition of insanity is to do the same things or do things same way and expect a different result” think about it..it actually sounds like a good definition…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe there’s someone like me reading this; like me in the sense that I think I know somethings and don’t practice them…which can mean that I actually don’t know what I think I know…it has also been said that the amount of information/knowledge you have at your disposal is what makes you different from the fella next to you..where exactly am I going with all these…?&lt;br /&gt;I think/ know that deep inside us …we all know what things we need to pay more attention to this year and some other things that don’t need all the energy we give to them and finally the things we even need to stop giving attention to..i’m not an advocate or fan of new year resolutions, but some how the inevitable urge to appraise the whole year gone by still catches up with me…&lt;br /&gt;So I looked at the last year and its really obvious I need to get better at somethings..(lord help me)….but I am greatful for the lessons I had to learn in the past year..the process was not really pleasant but I can now say I’m a berra person..(thank you father)..&lt;br /&gt;For the year ’09 I have notes of the major goals for the major areas of life that I must sort out and I’m confident that my Helper is ever present. { career wise, spiritually, financially and the relationships in my life –including the blogville ones..;-) }…&lt;br /&gt;So what are you living for?..this is not a matter of ’09..this is a life question..its what you are living for that will determine how you live each year..somewhere ,somehow , there’s a fraudster planning on how to get better, a prostitute thinking of how to get better at her business and a pastor, writer, husband, politician all thinking and working towards getting better at what they do, so please don’t be left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so people, lets go on and live this life with gratitude 'cos its a gift .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;have a fulfilling '09&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;of God's grace and new possibilities....      .muah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*** the answers to the previous post will be in my next post...***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-7215002907774251911?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/7215002907774251911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=7215002907774251911&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/7215002907774251911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/7215002907774251911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-insanity.html' title='what&apos;s insanity..'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-3296773452084256699</id><published>2008-12-16T21:57:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:58:32.280Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>lie  detecting skillz</title><content type='html'>okay okay..so the one and only madam alotedbabe tagged me and said i should state 1 lie and 2 truths...and i have been having a hard time trying to cook-up something really hard....well i belive you guys know how it works..so here you go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my girlfriend told me last week that i'm too nice and that i can actually cut off my head for someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i have been on a train only once in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280534750718463394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SUg6YNiuDaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nSzgCp0Jc8Q/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i have never kissed a girl in my life..(not like i hav kissed a guy o..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes ..lemme hear your thoughts on this..this feels crazy 'cos i'm happy with the work of my hands right here..so get cracking, i'm tagging the first five people to comment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thinking of giving you a call if u get it...like i'm one obama right..? u never know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * there is a God o..thats what sums up my whole 2008, please read the previous post if you have not and dont fail to acknowledge him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-3296773452084256699?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/3296773452084256699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=3296773452084256699&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/3296773452084256699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/3296773452084256699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2008/12/lie-detecting-skillz.html' title='lie  detecting skillz'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SUg6YNiuDaI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nSzgCp0Jc8Q/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-4967226216666042193</id><published>2008-12-01T06:55:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:02:33.853Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>there is a God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;93 million miles from the blistering surface of the sun hangs the planet earth.A rotating sphere perfectly suspended in the center of the universe. The ultimate creation from an infinite mind. An unbelievably intricate complex design. A supernatural testimony, an irrefutable sign that there is a God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The size, position and angle of the earth is a scientific phenomenon to see. A few degrees closer to the sun we'd disintegrate, a few degrees further, we'd freeze. The axis of the earth is titled at a perfect 23 degree angle and it's no mistake that it is.This allows equal global distribution to the rays of the sun making it possible for the food chain to exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Or take for example the combination of nitrogen and&lt;/span&gt; oxygen in the atmosphere we breathe &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;every day. It just happens to be the exact mix that life needs to prosper; it doesn't happen on any other planet that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You see, the Bible says the invisible things of God are seen through His creation, to believe this is not hard. If there's a design, there's a designer, if there's a plan, there's a planner and if there's a miracle, there is a God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Scripture says the heavens declare the glory of God and the skies proclaim the work of His hands. If we allow our minds to drink in all the truth that surrounds the truth that just surrounds us, creation itself with help us understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Did you know the moon controls the tides; it's the maid that cleans the oceans. Even the waves don't crash the shores in vain. The tides drag impurities from the depths of the sea; it's nature's constant recycling chain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It simply boggles the mind to think that the stars will rotate with such exact precision that it's true. That the atomic clock with an error factor of less than three seconds per millennium is set by the way we move.Though they silently orbit, the sun, the moon, the stars are like celestial evangelists above who circle the earth every 24 hours shouting in every language that there is a God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;For its God who created heaven and earth and flung the stars in space and breathed in the handful of dirt and it became a man. It's God who sits on the circle of the earth and measures the mountains in a scale, and holds the seven seas in the palm of His hand. It's God who sent His only begotten Son to the cross of Calvary to save our souls from Hell and the grave. It's God who creates, God who delivers, God who heals and God who is worthy of a thunderous ovation of praise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In the stillness of my soul, i try hard..to fathom all about Him and all of Him , but i just cant...guess that's part of why He is God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There is a hope, there is a light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There is an answer to all answers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;There is a flame that burns in the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I know, I know, I know there is a God...belive that..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;** contains a bulk of carman's lyrics*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-4967226216666042193?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/4967226216666042193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=4967226216666042193&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/4967226216666042193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/4967226216666042193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-is-god.html' title='there is a God'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-1424875590992041020</id><published>2008-11-15T04:09:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T04:44:36.174Z</updated><title type='text'>better kitchen...better me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lets face it…we all know thos lil things in the dark corners of our lives that we have not found it easy to do away with...and it doesn’t stop there..we know that if we deal with those behaviors or that particular one we will become better as individuals…for instance..not so long ago, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268738550442477522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SR5Ry_GHx9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/e1IjRbdovhQ/s320/th_zDirtyPlates1-1-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to get really irritated with a messy kitchen sink..I’m usually too lazy to do the lil dishes I use at night…I maybe tired but bottom-line its ma laziness that makes me leave it till the next day..Morning afternoon or evening….ah, I can be untidy….but when the holy-spirit brought this to my attention, I knew okay…. I had to deal with it..look at this..”&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;if you are filled with light with no dark corners, then your whole life radiant as though a floodlight is shining in you&lt;/span&gt;” that’s what &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;luke 11:36 says&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Keeping the sink clean can seem like an unsignificant part of my life and there are so many other things that we can see as inconsequential when it comes to our “outside image”..people can see you outside and think..hey, he seems really nice or she'z not the fussy type..…those things are cool , great..but I have come to discover that as humans..we have the room to always improve ourselves….if you look back at that verse ..that point where it says “with no dark corners” really got to me…&lt;br /&gt;Dealing with the dark corners is quite easy if you put your mind to it..like I said the kitchen sink thing made me really uncomfortable….and so I just made sure I took care of the place before going to bed, if I didn’t decide to address the issue, I’ll still look good , I’ll still be happy..my faculty would still function normally my relationship with people might not be affected especially when they don’t live with me, my bank balance would not be affected in any way..But I’ll know...that peace and joy that I’m supposed to have inside isn’t complete, just because of dis-obedience…&lt;br /&gt;So guys..let’s look inwards and check all the corners of our lives, it might be a bad habit like not saying “thank-you” I tell you , there are people like that or maybe its something to do with lateness…&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;everybody knows what that dark corner is&lt;/span&gt;..here and there..but if you are the person satisfied with part of your life being radiant..and the other part kinda murky..then..it’s up to you….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;What I’m just trying to say..what is that one thing that you know…if u stopped or started doing, would make you a better person, maybe not for anybody, but for you and your maker….think !..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-1424875590992041020?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/1424875590992041020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=1424875590992041020&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/1424875590992041020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/1424875590992041020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2008/11/better-kitchenbetter-me.html' title='better kitchen...better me..'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SR5Ry_GHx9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/e1IjRbdovhQ/s72-c/th_zDirtyPlates1-1-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-504512678509622102</id><published>2008-10-30T12:12:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:30:25.925Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random gists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><title type='text'>speechy 2 + random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Somebori loves my blog…thanks so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://alotedbabe.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;aloted babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; for the love…. To everyone, thanks for the love..for reading and commenting, for reading and not commenting and for coming and not reading… Thank you so so so bery much …now I’m supposed to pass it on to otherz…and this is not an exhaustive list…i could easily double this number of bloggers i'm passing this to….all I’ve got for my blogfam is love, love and mush luv…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;a href="http://gllady.blogspot.com/"&gt;reverence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 &lt;a href="http://reached-the-top--reckons-maybe.blogspot.com/"&gt;reached the top &amp;amp; reckons maybe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 &lt;a href="http://living-chichi.blogspot.com/"&gt;living&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 &lt;a href="http://issuesetal.blogspot.com/"&gt;dee &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;a href="http://30goingon40.blogspot.com/"&gt; 30+&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 &lt;a href="http://realitythrukemieyes.blogspot.com/"&gt;kafo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262941266553285074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SQm5MpqnKdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YkOBlTUI6NU/s320/blog_love_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 &lt;a href="http://adayingodswill.com/"&gt;reminator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 &lt;a href="http://light-her-lamp.blogspot.com/"&gt;jaycee&lt;/a&gt; and 9 &lt;a href="http://amarasviewonstuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;believer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;These are the rules that come and go with the award o..and u might notice I didn’t exactly follow it..just take me the way I am o..i’m trying to do things differently these day..what a reason to give ehn..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;1. The nominated is allowed to put the picture on their blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;2. Link to the person who awarded you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;3. Nominate seven other people and link to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;4. Leave a message on those people's blog to make them aware that they're nominated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A teacher in Elmira, New York, who is a McCain supporter, asked her 4th grade class, "How many of you are McCain fans?"Not really knowing what a McCain fan is, but wanting to be liked by The teacher, all the kids raised their hands, except for little Johnny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The teacher asked Little Johnny why he has decided to be Different.Little Johnny said, "Because I'm not a McCain fan."The teacher asked, "Why aren't you a McCain fan?"Johnny said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Because I'm a Democrat." The teacher asked him why he's a Democrat. Little Johnny answered, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Well, my Mom's a Democrat and my Dad's a Democrat, so I'm a Democrat." Annoyed by this answer, the teacher asked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"If your mom was a moron and your dad was an idiot what would that make you?" With a big smile, Little Johnny replied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"That would make me a McCain fan".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeee..i can't take that.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so what have i been upto..the usual stuff basically and the little lessons i need to as i go into the future..my normal me is an over nice person..and i have gotten a good dose of people to take me for granted, so i'm dropping the "over" , i think the "nice" alone would be good enough..hehe..and i have been lazier than i want to be..i'm getting better sha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i practically live in two worlds now..and i fear for meself..if anything ever happens to my internet or laptop..oloun maje !...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm supposed to travel to an airport-less town and i'm dreading it like i'm being forced into a marriage with a nasty girl...cos the roads are bad raised to the power of 10.5...heeeelllllllp !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;have u heard , mr presido has dropped 20 ministers, basically for below par performance, then he gave them a letter of comendation again to safe gaurd their careers one way or the other.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;if you ask me, i think its just a way of making sure the cake goes round.dis na naija...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;so, pipo..lemme shut up.hugz and kisses .longlive federal republic of blogville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-504512678509622102?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/504512678509622102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=504512678509622102&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/504512678509622102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/504512678509622102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2008/10/speechy-2-random.html' title='speechy 2 + random'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SQm5MpqnKdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/YkOBlTUI6NU/s72-c/blog_love_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-798696996352492203</id><published>2008-10-10T17:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:35:04.249+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faithfulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perseverance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obstacles'/><title type='text'>what shall i title this..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I really ponder on the life of that joseph guy…not the figure head father of Jesus o…the coat of many colours one …he offended no one and the kind of hospitality he got from life suggests differently, or was it his fault that he was the only one given a coat of many colours or was it his fault that he had such an appealing physique( Gen 39: 6) that madam potiphar couldn’t hold herself anymore….he went through a whole lot of drama that was really not his fault and what keeps me wondering is how he didn’t get angry with life, throw caution to the wind and damn all the consequences , something tells me he had a GPS device which told him he was still on the right track to his destination because he remained faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255563915751235570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SO-DiUS2n_I/AAAAAAAAABw/V-HEWMrpYyA/s320/van+p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There’s this other dude too..david, he was told to go and rear sheep at a very young age, (that would be seen as child abuse in this modern times) he was so not loved /needed that when Samuel went to anoint the next King in his Fathers house,his father only remembered there was one more left when the priest said he had not seen the right guy( 1 sam 16: 11) ..The shepherd boy job is not a cakewalking one as there were wild animals that could easily have eaten all the sheep and reserved he himself for breakfast the next day..but he kept doing it..he didn’t run away or drown one of the sheep in anger…but He trusted God to see him through( psalm 23 )and he also did his best to remain faithful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are other stories of people who remained faithful through uneasy times in their lives...we only end up hearing and admiring their success stories, we need to look at how they handled the pressure…they had to deal with, and I’m so sure if these guys didn’t live with a deeper sense of purpose than most people do they would very easily have taken the easy way out.. Picture this-how interesting will it look when a footballer kicks the ball from his own end to the opposition goal post undisturbed and scores a goal, I don’t think he will even celebrate his goal..darrizz my point..what will be the point of graduation ceremonies if everybody just spent some years in school socializing and attending classes once in a while…most people don’t like exams but if we remove exams from the whole set-up, almost everybody won’t enjoy school again..The success stories we hear are actually so because someone had to deal with a situation that could equally have dealt with the person.. can I suggest to you at this point that God does not crown a man He did not make…selah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-798696996352492203?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/798696996352492203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=798696996352492203&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/798696996352492203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/798696996352492203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-shall-i-title-this.html' title='what shall i title this..?'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SO-DiUS2n_I/AAAAAAAAABw/V-HEWMrpYyA/s72-c/van+p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-1346188746926386285</id><published>2008-09-30T17:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:01:31.557+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temptations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perseverance'/><title type='text'>FINIsH LinE</title><content type='html'>This is who we are , we are thieves and you know what , we’ve got brains too.(to twist things, not invent anything)&lt;br /&gt;Our mission as we all know is to …&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;you scalukiwi&lt;/span&gt;..tell me the whole horde what our mission is as stated in our book of were..(mad one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Our mission is to go to every party joint every weekend and jollificate with them&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;You are a moron…katanga..lock him up for 6000 were years..&lt;br /&gt;Let us proceed , as we all know that it is written in our book of were that our mission is to visit…&lt;br /&gt;you , &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;kamakazee, were do we visit.?&lt;/span&gt; Erm..erm…we visit..suya spots and..sHut uP !&lt;br /&gt;why are you guyz so embarrassingly unintelligent ? let’s see..my preety looking &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;lanlubibi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;we go to poolsides&lt;/span&gt;…okay..okay..it’s clear now that you are all very dumb….&lt;br /&gt;We visit the lives of God lovers and drop some unpleasant situations for them….we use such tactics like delaying their packages…&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;but evil one..they will send angels to fight for them and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;release their blessings&lt;/span&gt;….shut-up ,did I tell you I did not know that.. you stay there and fight till you  are destroyed or sent packing..again we’ll organize people to say nasty stuff to them in nice ways so that they begin to doubt if their maker is still on His throne…we’ll just make things really stormy around them….you get what I mean..&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;yes evil dude&lt;/span&gt;..so can I have a suggestion..&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;kamakazee&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;erm..we’ll organize crazy co-workers and neighbors for them&lt;/span&gt;…I already said that you scaliwag...&lt;br /&gt;o.k, so I hope you get the general idea..let me break it down for you..we have been branded as thieves  that have come to steal, kill and destroy (john 10 : 10) , and these God-lovers are our only targets so we’ll try and steal their joy, kill their hopes and aspirations and destroy their good relationship with their God and with their folks. I think we can all see now that we do not need to give big attention to every individual …..ofcourse we know we will not always succeed ‘cos since that maga died on the freaking cross . He did everything to guarantee their victory..so we just try sha to make sure we throw every form of distraction and discouragement their way…because we don’t want them to have what they have, not that we want what they have- its useless to us.  we just want them to get weary and not finish the  race they have started.. ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-1346188746926386285?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/1346188746926386285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=1346188746926386285&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/1346188746926386285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/1346188746926386285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2008/09/finish-line.html' title='FINIsH LinE'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-6535243487220408851</id><published>2008-09-27T08:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:14:48.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'>speechy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SN3oyTcIIAI/AAAAAAAAABI/G2Go9AbhfMM/s1600-h/blog_award.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250608691493216258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SN3oyTcIIAI/AAAAAAAAABI/G2Go9AbhfMM/s200/blog_award.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;not the speechy type so i'll just do somehing that looks like a speech Yes o…. I got an award for honest blogger…thanks so much believer for the love…. And I must say thanks to my blogfam for all the love .you guys really dont know how thankful i am.. Thank you so so so bery much and I will proceed to give the same award to the following bloggers listed below in no particular order.... may God continue to be your sun and shield as you go on in life..luv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;a href="http://gllady.blogspot.com/"&gt;reverence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 &lt;a href="http://reached-the-top--reckons-manybe.blogspot.com/"&gt;reached the top &amp;amp; reckons maybe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 &lt;a href="http://all4words.blogspot.com/"&gt;rayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 &lt;a href="http://rinsola.blogspot.com/"&gt;rinsola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5&lt;a href="http://israelinaijarants.blogspot.com/"&gt; Mz . Dee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;a href="http://realitythrukemieyes.blogspot.com/"&gt; kafo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 &lt;a href="http://omosewa.blogspot.com/"&gt;omosewa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 &lt;a href="http://light-her-lamp.blogspot.com/"&gt;jaycee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 &lt;a href="http://jewellsavenue.blogspot.com/"&gt;jewells&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are the rules that come and go with the award;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. When you receive the prize you must write a post showing it, together with the name of who has given it to you, and link them back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Choose a minimum of 7 blogs (or even more) that you find brilliant in their content or design.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Show their names and links and leave them a comment informing they were prized with an award&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Show a picture of those who awarded you and those you give the prize (optional).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. And then pass it on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once again, thank you and have a great weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-6535243487220408851?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/6535243487220408851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=6535243487220408851&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/6535243487220408851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/6535243487220408851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2008/09/speechy.html' title='speechy'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SN3oyTcIIAI/AAAAAAAAABI/G2Go9AbhfMM/s72-c/blog_award.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-6757556383062873317</id><published>2008-09-17T09:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:08:48.905+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christain walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Forget IT</title><content type='html'>Here is a challenge to Israel (do well to insert your name) .It is also a challenge to the church. For if God kept His covenant with them, He will keep His covenant with us.&lt;br /&gt;The believer has covenant rights in prayer as well as other covenant rights.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it seems there is one outstanding problem that defeats believers in their prayer life. When we come to God, we have a feeling of inferiority, a sense of sin-consciousness; because we know we have failed. We have a guilt complex.&lt;br /&gt;Some begin their prayers with, “I’m so weak and unworthy,” and then harp on their weaknesses and unworthiness throughout the prayer. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Picture this, you are in this relationship, you did something wrong to your spouse and then apologize, then he/she says it’s okay, forget it...How do you think he/she will feel if you keep sending text messages and apologizing every time you meet? We all know that is another trouble&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And when they come into the presence of God telling Him that, they talk themselves out of faith and into condemnation. They don’t know whether God hears them or not. All they do is beg for crumbs. (when I nor be house-boy)…..&lt;br /&gt;But look at what God said: “I&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;, yes, I alone am he that blots out your sins for my own sake, and will never think of them again” (Isa 43: 25).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why did He say He would blot out our transgressions? For His own sake –'cos He couldn’t have blessed us without it and still can't&lt;br /&gt;When we know that he blotted out our sin, that He even remember that we did anything wrong, we can come to Him with confidence. We can come with faith. We lose sin-consciousness and replace it with son-consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;We don’t have to sit on a curbstone out in-front of our mansion, begging for favors. We can come in boldly through the front door and enter the throne room to fellowship with God.&lt;br /&gt;We are sons and daughters of God. Don’t you get it..? We are joint-heirs with Jesus Christ. We are covenant people. We have a legal right – a gospel right, a son right, a family right - to enter the throne room.&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus went into the presence of the father, He didn’t go in with just His head, leaving His little finger outside saying, “Oh, I’m embarrassed.” No!&lt;br /&gt;We are the Body of Christ. That means the Body can go into the presence of God the father with the same confidence and assurance that the Head can. Boldly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"some parts are from "the art of prayer" by kenneth hagin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-6757556383062873317?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/6757556383062873317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=6757556383062873317&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/6757556383062873317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/6757556383062873317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2008/09/forget-it.html' title='Forget IT'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-7497900939206624991</id><published>2008-09-04T09:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:46:05.895+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random gists.'/><title type='text'>now you know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sitting here , wondering and smiling at the little things here and there that make up this entity called me..&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t I keep in touch with 90% of the people I meet..as soon as I change geographic location…&lt;br /&gt;I’m wondering why the hair on my cheeks grows every 12 hours…..cool with it tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I want to appreciate everyone on blogville for the love as well as their comments…my people, y’all know yourselves..right..?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things happen and I want to get angry and give the offending party what they deserve..and I cant do as I please..i know too much ,I have passed the stage of “do me I do you” it pains me sometimes o..but it just a matter of minutes before I forget the whole drama…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I gotta say this, during my service year, I was toasted by a guy…yeah u read me right ..GUY..i knew there were gay people quite alright but that experience took me to another level of the reality..its a long story the way the thing happened but I was ..shocked is an understatement… …out of my normal nice self even tried to visit him..but God ordered my steps to the wrong room and consequently the wrong bunk and bed and I even left a note for the wrong person, then it was the morning after he made his intentions known. I was telling everybody I could..and of course I got diverse recommendations on how to deal with the situation...I don’t feel like talking about it now…he sha got to know he was is a wrong address by the end of that day…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So I’m wondering what sort of i-thot-you-were-seventy remarks I’m going to be getting from bloggers when I say I’m 24 years old and my birthday was and is always sometime in June..so there you go..daz my age..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;See me see myself,..i am still waiting to get a Job o..just because I don’t wanna work/live in the organized bedlam called Lagos ..I know my heavenly father wont abandon me..he knows what I want..&lt;em&gt;see spoilt child&lt;/em&gt;( y’all should know that I’m not idle sha )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There’s this babe in church o..would like to build something with her but she’z going to another mans land for masters degree, and I don’t think I want any long distance hulla ballu…lollllllll and I sld embark on dat same trip but not until this time next year.. . So we just talk and thats where it stops…father take control….abi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So each time I wanna make stew and all the kitchen stress I get tears streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks , the onions don’t treat me nicely at all..and then the “ata rodo” makes me cough like I’m gonna puke…anyhow I just wanted you guyz to know say I sabi cook..(laughs)…and if you taste ma food your life will never remain thesame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242082556542385794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SL-eT7n6_oI/AAAAAAAAABA/KMoFXlzNcMs/s200/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                  (za work of mi hands)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;..lol…btw I just learnt how to make egusi not long ago..( lg clap 4 me )..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Let me shut-up now, this is getting too long… I feel like I poured out my heart…. y’all be good to all around you and then yourself..peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-7497900939206624991?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/7497900939206624991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=7497900939206624991&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/7497900939206624991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/7497900939206624991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2008/09/now-you-know.html' title='now you know....'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SL-eT7n6_oI/AAAAAAAAABA/KMoFXlzNcMs/s72-c/Image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-1214427026057802864</id><published>2008-08-28T08:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:00:40.498+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>big laminated picture</title><content type='html'>Now I’m wishing I declined when you asked for the key to…..&lt;br /&gt;I’m imagining how I would have picked up the name of “not so nice guy”&lt;br /&gt;I’m wondering how you could handle what is not your’s in a manner that suggests&lt;br /&gt;you can afford to distribute it to ten different fellows at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;I’m living in the aftermath of your blatant recklessness and all you can do is appeal, plead and …..&lt;br /&gt;You say you are trying to work something out and you have taken as long as it takes the Olympics to begin and end …still you are working something out..&lt;br /&gt;Now you make me look like a sorry pitiful case to all who care around moi and all over the globe on blogville…now you make me cab around the abj city with ten times what it would cost me normally..even though it feels like a good experience having someone drive me around..&lt;br /&gt;I decide though, to look at the big picture in trying not to be irrational, for fellows wont hesitate to say … “he back-flipped and side-stepped just because a fellow crashed his ride”&lt;br /&gt;Hard as I try though, this big picture has got me going in circles…..It takes me through the lessons of the yet un-ended episode, and then my spirit tells me ..it’s a trial of faith, then I hear kafo say &lt;a href="http://realitythrukemieyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/sabbath-series-8-forgiveness.html"&gt;I should leave it all in God’s hands&lt;/a&gt; and all I want is for this night to be over , yeah ..&lt;a href="http://gllady.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-life-aint-so-good.html"&gt;sometimes life ain’t so good&lt;/a&gt; but all I wanna know is &lt;a href="http://light-her-lamp.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-will-my-morning-come.html"&gt;when will my morning come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This whole episode with all the other hip-hop surrounding it have taken from me and added to me, what it has not succeeded in doing is to change in whom I believe.( 1john 5:4-5) and what I believe (Psalm 3:3).I believe I'll have many more cars in my life-time...no doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m singing….”you can take ma joy devil, makes me clap my hands , maakes me wanna dance and...stomp, ma broda can’t you see I’ve got the victory…stomp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never said we won't go thru stuff...he said we should remember that He is with us....and if his eyes can be on the sparrow..why on jupiter will his eyes not be on you.? see the big picture..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-1214427026057802864?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/1214427026057802864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=1214427026057802864&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/1214427026057802864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/1214427026057802864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-laminated-picture.html' title='big laminated picture'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-5995723050634358915</id><published>2008-08-15T09:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:15:29.822+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>infected MEDICAL TOUT</title><content type='html'>I heard some absolute nonsense that day..I’m my crib…&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;midafternoon&lt;/span&gt; ..knock on the door. Then there’s this guy.. “&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;we are from health, we are conducting free medical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cheq&lt;/span&gt;-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..” I’m my head I’m &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lyk&lt;/span&gt; “&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;wow , Nigeria is getting better o&lt;/span&gt;”.. then the guy says its only 4 adults..I say o.k..I don’t have another adult inside. Then he brings out the blood pressure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thingee&lt;/span&gt;..and straps on my hand..I can remember one of the figures…but I’m not saying.. Then he puts a digital thermometer in the fold corresponding to my elbow..u get it she.?&lt;br /&gt;Then he brings it out…I can also remember the figure” then he says “&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;your system is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;…”in my head I was startled. And immediately went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the list of all the doctors I know( friends and family).then he says "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;you have infection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"..I’m &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lyk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, at this point I ask to see his I D,he brings out one very fake looking laminated white paper which has no address on it “&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;if found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt; return to the nearest police station&lt;/span&gt;” …then he busts his own bubble and says.. “&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;you play safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” then I’m bold, if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; one “&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I don’t even play at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”, then he says “it must be public toilet then” ..and I have not had any cause to use that either.he says the stuff leads to some other things and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; rubbish…(&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;now I‘m smiling in my head and on my face&lt;/span&gt;) .then I ask what the cure for His infection is then he opens his bag and brings out one yellow and blue carton which had a bottle inside..then I ask him what the price is and He says.."&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;3500"&lt;/span&gt; . .then I say I have no money on me ,"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;where is your office"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and he says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Edo&lt;/span&gt; state and some other gibberish ...I ask can't I get it from somewhere else, He says No, it's a herbal rubbish, so when he realized he wont be making any money from this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;brova&lt;/span&gt;..he says I should stay off sugar when I actually take honey .I could not help laughing.. How can u check my temperature and tell me “ &lt;em&gt;your system is low&lt;/em&gt;” I laughed and laughed but the I still had to speak Gods word , recalling every scripture I knew had to do with health an rattle same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tongues&lt;/span&gt; .All through my meditation I still could not help but laugh at how &lt;em&gt;lack of knowledge&lt;/em&gt; would have made someone else believe and confess that he truly has “infection”. I should still talk to one of the doctors I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sha&lt;/span&gt;..( if you were the one would you still go for a medical exam ?)&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I know my identity ( 1 pet 2:9 )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-5995723050634358915?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/5995723050634358915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=5995723050634358915&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/5995723050634358915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/5995723050634358915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2008/08/infected-medical-tout.html' title='infected MEDICAL TOUT'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-5069864422064483324</id><published>2008-08-09T09:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:56:40.349+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thots'/><title type='text'>some-one to talk to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ1boAhvzeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6eAjZCrWYtI/s1600-h/t1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232439084968824290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ1boAhvzeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6eAjZCrWYtI/s320/t1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hi people....the weather is beautiful here in the abj city and that's about all really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not about to lose my mind, but i think i need someone to talk to, its only with the help of technology that i have a little hope of getting someone to chat to 'cos anyone i can trust is no where near right now.(CAN U SHARE UR THOTS WITH SOMEONE U MET ON BLOGGER AND HAVE NEVA SEEN B4.?)..I'm grateful to God for everyone in and around my life, and I'm grateful to Him for the grace he has lavished on me so that even tho i don't eventually vent my issues to someone ..i know I can handle everything, with God of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must say the opening ceremony of the Olympic games yesterday was absolutely fantastic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;finished my ted dekker thunder of heaven yesterday..quite a novel, i love the guy sha..he gets my pulse racing everytime i read his novels..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;be gud and keep ur head up..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-5069864422064483324?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/5069864422064483324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=5069864422064483324&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/5069864422064483324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/5069864422064483324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-one-to-talk-to.html' title='some-one to talk to'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ1boAhvzeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6eAjZCrWYtI/s72-c/t1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-3067461234611546006</id><published>2008-08-06T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T10:00:42.881+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the word'/><title type='text'>a bit of the heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;been a while, been busy and the inspiration to write has just not been there, been going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; some stuff that have not been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; pleasant but I still manage not to lose my sleep cos I know the lover of my soul has got ma back any day any time, he doesn't doze and he doesn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;snore&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;baba,&lt;/span&gt; you too much, i think&lt;/span&gt; there's that point in life when we all feel the heat a bit, and sometimes its not just a bit...but it at those times that we recall the things god has told us in the dark, the things he said to you when there wasn't as much noise in your soul, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; like the harvest time and if you actually didn't plant anything then all you can harvest is weed...and trust me weed is bad, bad , bad for any guy, chic, brother, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; ....so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; say while you can, stock up on the WORD...no investment can be bigger that that, for it was by the WORD that the world was framed, and when it comes down to my/your individual world, it's still the WORD that we can use to form it, cos any other formation outside WORD will allow that bloody bastard likened to a lion seeking whom to roast for dinner to score enough goals in your life, lets walk by Gods word , &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;lets not try and dribble God by playing smart cos when we dribble God we only end up scoring ourselves and tell me what sort of smartness that is, its the smartness that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;seemeth&lt;/span&gt; right to a bloke/chic.. but the end...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; look/feel/sound like destruction but is destruction.....and God does not want that destruction for anyone of use that why he sent his Son, not like God was bored and just wanted some drama...cos he knew his son cant die, he did it cos He is Love, so when ever the heat around your life comes alive just hold your peace and stand on the WORD, the one you have put in your heart.....peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-3067461234611546006?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/3067461234611546006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=3067461234611546006&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/3067461234611546006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/3067461234611546006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2008/08/bit-of-heat.html' title='a bit of the heat'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-5299482582411581783</id><published>2008-07-16T22:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:29:33.189+01:00</updated><title type='text'>funny tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What have you been upto..? Guess I have to tell you what I have been cooking up before asking what you have been upto, well well, I have been working on becoming a better meeeeeeee..truth is nobody can realistically say, “mhen, I’m done working on my self and there’s nothing to be added”, so what have you been upto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quickly, three funny stories, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alpha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.Imagine this new Guinness World Record setting drama, Friday July 11th for the longest game of Chinese Whispers (this is a game where a message is passed from the first person to the last by one on one communication) involving 1,330 children and celebrities from the world of sport and entertainment. Staged at Arsenal Football Club’s Emirates Stadium, by the way the record breaking children raised more than £100,000 for charity and the whole thing lasted for 2 hours and 4 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;The guys from the Guinness World Records were around, the children formed a huge circular formation seated in Emirates Stadium’s lower East Stand, and the Chinese Whisper started with the message ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Together we will&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make a world of difference’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; highlighting to the children that by working together they can help others lead happier, healthier lives.&lt;br /&gt;The message was communicated in a variety of ways. Most of the children whispered the message but those unable to use speech as their main form of communication, used a language programme called Makaton. This is a language involving signs and symbols designed for those with a variety of communication and learning difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;After the message had passed 200 children it had changed to ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We’re breaking a record’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and after 500 children it was recorded as ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone is evil’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. By the time the message reached the last child, it had changed dramatically and was read out as simply; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘Haaaaa’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. recently , someone I know was involved in one of those mind bogling, within the abj city car crashes, he was driving a car that’s quite expensive and the car that hit his was a cab…, and so it happened that the cab guy hit my guy right in front of his car and the damage was heavy, not like the cab was not damaged too but who cares..? So immediately the cab guy saw the work of his hands he just got out of his car and went in front of my guy to prostrate and said “e pami” which means “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kill me”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in Yoruba.&lt;br /&gt;When I heard the story I couldn’t help laughing my sucks off ..and what tickled me the more was trying to imagine the fact that the cab guy thought and concluded that there’s no way he or anybody in his family could possibly pay for the repair of the car..I mean how can you just come and lay down and say someone should kill you? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gamma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. there’s this guy I kinda know from church and this gist is about him., he is one guy that kinda lives by bread alone k,… they had to be in church for a lot of hours before midweek service to get somethings arranged and so he did not get to eat ..and for hours, almost the whole day, he eat nothing..and so after church he and someone else hailed a cab to take them&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223725769866740994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SH5m6UT2BQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aDXrXAm5VaY/s320/checkpoint.jpg" border="0" /&gt; home, on their way, they encountered a police check-point, with little or no drama they left the check-point and got home, and when they got home he told his pal who is my pal..”&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you know when the police stopped us I wanted to hiss but could not even muster the energy needed to move my lips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” ..this must be life-threatening hunger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-5299482582411581783?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/5299482582411581783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=5299482582411581783&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/5299482582411581783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/5299482582411581783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny-tales.html' title='funny tales'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SH5m6UT2BQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aDXrXAm5VaY/s72-c/checkpoint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456710679211806006.post-4102057236345323112</id><published>2008-07-09T07:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:20:26.018+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>marketing zoe (life),,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SHRlxZ0DN9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n3khfbsbUEM/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220909767446443986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SHRlxZ0DN9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n3khfbsbUEM/s320/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do really feel like writing right now..its some minutes to midnight and I’ve just been confessing scriptures and doing every other thing that comes with it..if you can imagine..pause ..( I hear an imaginary knock on the door)...and that’s what it is..imaginary…so I’ll get going..at this very moment I’m into myself and focused on God. Not the best of my moods, but I’m sure I’m not making the host of heaven uncomfortable…&lt;br /&gt;There’s a little issue with me when I’m in the mood to write. I keep talking about almost everything that comes to me….let me say here that this is my second go at this blogging thingy. I took down the first one and I’m doing this all over again..It reminds me of my trips to the boutiques’ , I almost never like everything I see and when I eventually buy something I’m still not sure I made the right decision….lets leave that aside, I feel like talking about decisions. that’s one word that’s not a lightweight, for me sha o.don’t know about you.from the small ones to the really big ones..thank God for the holy spirit. I’ll give you this 3 true life gists quickly..&lt;strong&gt;alpha: &lt;/strong&gt;A man of God, who had given up cultism and was now reborn was full of fire for God and on this day met one of his former converts(he led the guy into cultism), and he was trying really hard to convert the guy once again..imagine that..and under the hot Nigerian middle-belt sun, talked and talked , said all he knew how to say to make the guy come to Christ, and after talking about 3 hours his ex-convert just told him..”all this thing na story jo”..imagine that, the preacher was so pained that tears started trickling down his cheeks, when the lost guy saw this, he was shocked and said, "Is it that serious ?", the preacher answered in the affirmative and the lost guy saw just said o.k…"pray for me, i agree".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beta:&lt;/strong&gt;A guy ,just had a life changing encounter, and was really bubbling with passion as he headed for his hostel, as soon as he got to his room, he told his friend in no gentle/polite manner “you must give your life to Christ” his friend was so surprised by the amount of energy that came with it and said aha, is it by force,now their tones were rising, he said yes ,na by force? , leave me jo, came his reply, and the fella on fire told him again “you must give your life to christ” this time the alter call was accompanied with a serious punch, so he said , o.k and knelt down, "pray for me". &lt;strong&gt;gamma:&lt;/strong&gt; A backslidden brova went out to drink, you know, sum..n, sum..n, but along the line , he saw some of the folks who had preached to him earlier, they spoke to him again,and became really repentant, then he got home , called his younger brova, oya, you must give your life to Christ, the guy was looking at his elder brova like someone that was acting drama, then the repentant drunk got angry and gave his younger brova some knocks ,then the brova said okay, here I am Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you all these stories actually happened, i might have missed some little details o and even though their actions seem over the edge(&lt;em&gt;thier marketing strategy&lt;/em&gt;), it was these guyz passion that drove them to do all they did to bring their loved ones into the fold, the company of innumerable angels that money can never buy, oooohhhh, how blessed I am to be part of this family. If your name is not in the book of life, please receive the life of christ today o, ‘&lt;em&gt;cos there’s no known deadline&lt;/em&gt;, which makes it more dangerful…na so....peace n luv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456710679211806006-4102057236345323112?l=simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/feeds/4102057236345323112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456710679211806006&amp;postID=4102057236345323112&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/4102057236345323112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456710679211806006/posts/default/4102057236345323112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simeoneomobaba.blogspot.com/2008/07/marketing-zoe-life.html' title='marketing zoe (life),,,'/><author><name>oluSimeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17090430527099563273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SJ8AnfgqRqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZZZYc9akN64/s1600-R/mee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIzhzzXPU8U/SHRlxZ0DN9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n3khfbsbUEM/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
