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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYHQ3w6cCp7ImA9WhRRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312444422040692077</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:28:52.218-08:00</updated><title>DADDYAGNE</title><subtitle type="html">I am a young, simple man. The challenge that I gonna be pursuing is to raise my family and my 2 children the best way I can as ambitious Sales Engineer and a future C.E.O</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://daddyagne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://daddyagne.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>daddy yagne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01237579307278815371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hVCBUC9gxHA/ToBAhNhD8YI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dEUDWiHaqOw/s220/IMG_5289.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Daddyagne" /><feedburner:info uri="daddyagne" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>Daddyagne</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMBRHg-cSp7ImA9WhdUEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312444422040692077.post-3438681304086334785</id><published>2011-09-26T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T07:30:55.659-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-26T07:30:55.659-07:00</app:edited><title>BIRTHDAY</title><content type="html">If you are reading my thread you will notice that I have been notifying you on the birth of my 2 lovely children. Now I want to share the birth that I have been promising myself. I want to change many things about my life. There are many things I want to learn and unlearn and I hope upon writing this, the plans that have been running on my mind will be made into action. I want to be BORN again.&lt;br /&gt;
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I believe and understand that a goal should be specific and definite. This way I will be focused on the things that will be important to me and prioritize things in accordance to its effect on my preferred destination. But I think I should keep these dreams up to myself for now, I prefer to show it to you first. Please give me up to December 9, 2011. I will be back what definite goal I achieved so far: D&lt;br /&gt;
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Tomorrow, I plan to wake up early at 5:00am. I want to exercise and jog. I will eat healthy breakfast. I will love my work more. And I will deal with BIG negotiations because I am a BIG man now. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am born. Yes, indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312444422040692077-3438681304086334785?l=daddyagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't exactly know why I act that way. I am sure I am sad. I am sure I want to have that sale to start the good deals and earn a lot. Maybe it hurts because I worked hard. I always believe in a law of balance that when you need money for something you will earn it because you deeply think and pray about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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But for almost 3 years now, i keep ends meet for a while. It's not a joke to think and look for money specially when it is a must to produce. You see I have two kids to feed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly, I am ashamed of myself for the last few days because I was not able to give financial support. When exactly can I earn enough and live decently with my children?&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to fix this asap. The clock and money is ticking!&lt;br /&gt;
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I am sure that it is just so near that money will push themselves to touch me :)&lt;br /&gt;
God, teach me to handle money properly....Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5312444422040692077-391204314238253130?l=daddyagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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