<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-7760639159039011831</id><updated>2024-12-18T19:30:35.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding- words...</title><subtitle type='html'>Thought provoking,Insightfull,Educating and Inspiring</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-805374500394787372</id><published>2009-01-29T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T03:15:54.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PRICE FOR FAME........</title><summary type="text">Lights, camera action. These were the words I got used to at an early stage of my existence on earth. Little did I  know that like products in market  displayed for sale, the cost placed on fame in this world that we live is an expensive commodity mankind  can’t afford. Like a plus to life, my talent was my cross and my curse.     It all started when it was  discovered  that I  had the talent to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/805374500394787372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2009/01/price-for-fame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/805374500394787372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/805374500394787372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2009/01/price-for-fame.html' title='THE PRICE FOR FAME........'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYR3OLLEiRWnzLcbrFu9szdjwA-_BqqBXy089T95WdSOZ63eJSvThk9DxT7I5uQdF9-xJeh3DW77JDpU-9Ai08NiUIeolM_ByQBWgCZrayVuVgsTIQs8c8RQ1JeH6DHe2eHDbed0YNPTXE/s72-c/meeee.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-4409056044397302941</id><published>2008-07-02T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T03:22:06.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE JACOBS FACTOR</title><summary type="text">Do you know the greatest challenge we have as humans? I want you to seriously think about it and give yourself some moment away from your work station to really reflect on this. Every time I think of this challenge, I think of Jacob. Jacob is the regular guy from the bible who upon facing this basic human challenge was able to rebrand himself from Jacob to Israel. Jacob left his father&#39;s house </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/4409056044397302941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/07/jacobs-factor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/4409056044397302941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/4409056044397302941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/07/jacobs-factor.html' title='THE JACOBS FACTOR'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-4079483427427579339</id><published>2008-07-01T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T06:13:09.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abortion</title><summary type="text">I remembered an intimate situation I found myself 3 weeks ago and I decided to share it with my dear readers on the premise that it might be useful to someone; I got out of my BMW on this fateful day when a brand new Avensis swept past me to park in front of me in my office garage. I tried to peep into the front car and I was amazed to see my former colleague nodding steadily obviously in tune </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/4079483427427579339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/07/abortion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/4079483427427579339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/4079483427427579339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/07/abortion.html' title='Abortion'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-349478883584103518</id><published>2008-07-01T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T05:46:24.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons why Females get Hurt.</title><summary type="text">I wonder why I keep putting off the sequel to the piece «LOVE WAN TITI» despite my readers craving to see the conclusion. Well to tell the truth, I have not been sleeping well so I have lost all effort to write. I forced myself to sleep at 3.00am this morning after entertaining myself with the DVD - 24, Season 5. The film was so gripping that I forgot the time and the fact that I had to work the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/349478883584103518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/07/reasons-why-females-get-hurt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/349478883584103518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/349478883584103518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/07/reasons-why-females-get-hurt.html' title='Reasons why Females get Hurt.'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-3717373138594140409</id><published>2008-02-11T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T09:26:42.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDESERVED BLESSINGS.</title><summary type="text">Tennis superstar Arthur Ashe died of AIDS, which he contracted after a blood transfusion during a heart surgery he had. More  than a great athlete Ashe was a gentleman who inspired and encouraged many with his exemplary behaviour on and off the court.Ashe could have become embittered and self-pitying in the face of his disease, but he maintained a grateful  attitude. He explained, “If  I asked, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/3717373138594140409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/02/undeserved-blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/3717373138594140409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/3717373138594140409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/02/undeserved-blessings.html' title='UNDESERVED BLESSINGS.'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-1054933782907800862</id><published>2008-02-11T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T09:23:46.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHARING EACH OTHERS, TROUBLES</title><summary type="text">Johnny Cash recorded more than 1500 songs, had  14 number one hits, was awarded 11 Grammies and sold 50 million Albums. Much of the credit goes to his wife June, a committed Christian.  At her Funeral  Johnny’s daughter said: In her  eyes there were only two kinds of  people: those she knew and loved, and those she didn’t know and loved.She looked for the best in everyone; it was a way of life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/1054933782907800862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/02/sharing-each-others-troubles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/1054933782907800862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/1054933782907800862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/02/sharing-each-others-troubles.html' title='SHARING EACH OTHERS, TROUBLES'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-1264361774616263546</id><published>2008-01-20T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T09:49:15.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid’s double Edged Arrow.</title><summary type="text">The  image that comes to our head, when  its, mentioned is that of a charming little baby, with curly hair on it’s head, little cute wings ,probably dressed in white or in black(Although he has been around for a while, age is nit a reflective factor) and looking so really cuteAnd in it’s hands are what I will call “a life determinant” the bow and arrow it carries around has an effect of making </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/1264361774616263546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/cupids-double-edged-arrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/1264361774616263546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/1264361774616263546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/cupids-double-edged-arrow.html' title='Cupid’s double Edged Arrow.'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-4547396535330265752</id><published>2008-01-19T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T08:18:17.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My father and I</title><summary type="text">For some fathers, this may never be true. For others, the opportunity to become not just a good father, but a friend to your children, comes with time and the will to reach out to your children.My father was a great parent when I was very little. I didn&#39;t see him much as he traveled extensively for work, but I remember so many fun times. My father taught me to play football (and how to let my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/4547396535330265752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-father-and-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/4547396535330265752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/4547396535330265752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-father-and-i.html' title='My father and I'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-3598892050060313146</id><published>2008-01-19T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T08:12:00.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning the war against terrorism</title><summary type="text">Despite the old adage that generals should never fight wars on two fronts, most wars (in varying degrees) are fought in just such a fashion. Even if the soldiers fighting the flesh and blood campaign are all in the same trench there is always another campaign being fought for the &#39;hearts and minds&#39; of the folks back home. The current war against terrorism (there have been many) is no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/3598892050060313146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/winning-war-against-terrorism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/3598892050060313146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/3598892050060313146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/winning-war-against-terrorism.html' title='Winning the war against terrorism'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-4743014978314947878</id><published>2008-01-19T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T07:58:40.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS NEVER TOO LATE TO BE A GOOD FATHER.</title><summary type="text">Now that is if any damage has not been done to the fabrics of family-hood and if even done if it has affected its DNA and destroying its main structure. The role a father in a family is more than just more than providing the basic needs of the family and making babies ,he is the emotional financial spiritual and physical head of the family, all what goes on in the family still boils down to him ,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/4743014978314947878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-never-too-late-to-be-good-father.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/4743014978314947878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/4743014978314947878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-never-too-late-to-be-good-father.html' title='ITS NEVER TOO LATE TO BE A GOOD FATHER.'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-1375268949534893590</id><published>2008-01-19T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T07:54:47.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampies</title><summary type="text">It&#39;s almost a day gone. And I can&#39;t say for once ,this is what I have done today, or accomplished, something like a rewarding task done. At times I feel my presence in this world, is like a burden on the world itself, something like an out of place object. Like I&#39;m here for nothing. Colours and weather seems not to be friendly with me, my shadow at times even disagree with me. I wake up at night </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/1375268949534893590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/vampies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/1375268949534893590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/1375268949534893590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/vampies.html' title='Vampies'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-8349293948790370488</id><published>2008-01-19T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T07:49:42.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of a Parent</title><summary type="text">It was 2.45am.Woke up from a bad dream, and it seems all the weight of the world was going to crash on me. Having bad dream, that was something, seeing my father died in my dream, that was something else. And for once I was scared beyond limits. That was almost two weeks ago, forgetting the dream was going to do me some good. I gained admission into college and I started feeling good, but once in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/8349293948790370488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/death-of-parent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/8349293948790370488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/8349293948790370488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/death-of-parent.html' title='Death of a Parent'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-7474928847716950172</id><published>2008-01-17T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T08:05:12.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dromen</title><summary type="text">Dromen, volgens de Oxford Leerlingen Woordenboek, Vooraf kunnen als een serie van gebeurtenissen, beeld gedefinieerd worden en gevoelens, dat gebeurt in uw geest terwijl slapend: of een staat van geest of toestand in welke dingen kan niet schijnt gedefinieerd worden Reaal te zijn. Naar mij een droom, is slechts een deel van ons tweede leven. iets houdt van het inactieve deel van ons leven, wij </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/7474928847716950172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/dromen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/7474928847716950172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/7474928847716950172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/dromen.html' title='Dromen'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-2315350707933192385</id><published>2008-01-17T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T08:04:05.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Durma e desempenho acadêmico</title><summary type="text">Тем утром, когда я пробуждался, я чувствовал, что часть собиралась оставлять меня, но я не мог действительно выяснять то, чем это собирается быть, но я знаю, что это прибывает, как это собирается поражать меня и когда и где - вопрос. Но я знаю, что это - кое-что плохо. Получил мой пакет сумки и был прочь, чтобы работать, очень теплое, имеют ли, осколок птиц, живя жизнью как они это, прохладный </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/2315350707933192385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/durma-e-desempenho-acadmico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/2315350707933192385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/2315350707933192385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/durma-e-desempenho-acadmico.html' title='Durma e desempenho acadêmico'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-2660835500808708871</id><published>2008-01-17T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T07:57:38.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does love live here anymore?</title><summary type="text">When people say they are in love i just look at them and laugh,why?i think fate and love has dealth with me so baD that i can,t believe in it,s doctrine anymore.i once had it all,money,a good job and a dashing handsome Guy who i believed then loved me.Till i woke one day to find out that he was just using me like a rag,to get rid of his past.   it was late April,when i met joe,we had it all.its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/2660835500808708871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/does-love-live-here-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/2660835500808708871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/2660835500808708871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/does-love-live-here-anymore.html' title='Does love live here anymore?'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-431715245756728270</id><published>2008-01-17T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T07:56:30.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampires,The Tom Johnson Story</title><summary type="text">It was just like every other night. work was quite stress full, my boss had told me to take a vacation, I had been acting strange .I know, maybe it was the note that I got from my wife, that had me upset, she just filled for a divorce I really saw it coming marriage had been a vow I wasn’t trying to keep .All along I had this strange dawn trying to cover like a the early morning sun, it got worse</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/431715245756728270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/vampiresthe-tom-johnson-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/431715245756728270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/431715245756728270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/vampiresthe-tom-johnson-story.html' title='Vampires,The Tom Johnson Story'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-6690708634405422064</id><published>2008-01-17T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T07:54:29.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to recover from a Broken Heart</title><summary type="text">you have a headache, you get to use drugs that can take care of the headache, if u have a terrible toothache you might use some pain-killers and they will do the magic. What do you get to use when suffering from a broken heart? That’s rhetorical as theirs really nothing useful, the truth about this is that, broken hearts never do heal up completely, it might seem not to be there but looking at it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/6690708634405422064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-recover-from-broken-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/6690708634405422064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/6690708634405422064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-recover-from-broken-heart.html' title='How to recover from a Broken Heart'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-7164260455537422019</id><published>2008-01-17T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T07:52:48.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and Sexy</title><summary type="text">I have always wondered on the reasons why a lady has to be beautiful at all cost, flaunting so many attractive features and must always have sex appeal to be seen as a woman, or else she could as well not exist at all or exist as an insignificant 3rd creature created after man and woman. Why should a woman carry this sex thing with her, wherever she goes its not that a man’s mind is deprived at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/7164260455537422019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/sex-and-sexy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/7164260455537422019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/7164260455537422019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/sex-and-sexy.html' title='Sex and Sexy'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-7057866300171889935</id><published>2008-01-17T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T07:48:33.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I Sleep</title><summary type="text">That morning when I woke up, I felt a part was about to leave me, but I could not really figure out what it’s going to be ,but I know it’s coming how it’s going to hit me and when and where is the question.But i know it&#39;&#39;s something bad. Got my bag pack and was off to work, a very warm whether, birds chipping, living life like they own it, cool breeze slapping my face without no pain, and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/7057866300171889935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/before-i-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/7057866300171889935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/7057866300171889935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/before-i-sleep.html' title='Before I Sleep'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760639159039011831.post-7558010404235358835</id><published>2008-01-16T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T06:57:11.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><summary type="text">Dreams, according to the Oxford Advance Learners Dictionary, can be defined as a series of events, images ,and feelings ,that happen in your mind while asleep: or a state of mind or situation in which things do not seems to be real. To me a dream, is just a part of our second life. something like the inactive part of our life, we only activate it, when we sleep. A place where we escape to, from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/feeds/7558010404235358835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/7558010404235358835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7760639159039011831/posts/default/7558010404235358835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oddworld-mylastwishes.blogspot.com/2008/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Damola &#39;Wildeye&quot; Ogundele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07599500769899150925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>