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WHAT MORE...IM COOL SO IS MY BLOG *WINKS*</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dharmydella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dharmydella.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1189998924481808036/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Dharmy Della</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15873113015321040435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>374</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/WelcomeToDharmyDellasPersonalBlog" /><feedburner:info uri="welcometodharmydellaspersonalblog" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>WelcomeToDharmyDellasPersonalBlog</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIHR346eyp7ImA9WhRbFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189998924481808036.post-3861078546247882182</id><published>2012-02-07T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T14:08:56.013-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-07T14:08:56.013-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LOVE" /><title>AMME...</title><content type="html">I CANT HOLD YOUR HANDS&lt;br /&gt;
I CANT TIE YOUR LEGS&lt;br /&gt;
LOVE ISNT FORCEFUL&lt;br /&gt;
I CANT FORCE YOU TO LOVE ME&lt;br /&gt;
I CAN'T TEACH YOU HOW TO LOVE&lt;br /&gt;
EVEN THOUGH ITS ALL I WISH FOR RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'M SO INTO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;
I'M READY TO LET GO&lt;br /&gt;
IF ONLY YOU GIVE ME JUST ONE REASON TO...&lt;br /&gt;
YOUR SMILES,GIGGLES,POISE,LAUGHTER&lt;br /&gt;
AWAKENS THE BUTERFLIES IN MY BELLY&lt;br /&gt;
EVEN WHEN YOU ARE ANGRY AT ME LOVING YOU&lt;br /&gt;
IT ONLY TURNS ME ON&lt;br /&gt;
DAMN, YOU ARE THAT GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'M SO INTO YOU&lt;br /&gt;
YOU KNOW IT...BUT YOU DOUBT IT&lt;br /&gt;
I CANT SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;
I CANT EAT&lt;br /&gt;
SO RESTLESS KNOWING THAT YOU ARE YET TO LOVE ME&lt;br /&gt;
IS THIS THE PRICE ONE PAYS FOR LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;
I'M GAME...ABSOLUTELY!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I DONT CARE ABOUT THE PRICE I WOULD PAY FOR DREAMING&lt;br /&gt;
HOPING THAT SOMEDAY YOU WOULD BE MINE.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
YOU HAVE TURNED ME DOWN&lt;br /&gt;
DRAGED MY LOVE IN THE MUD&lt;br /&gt;
LAUGHED AT ME EXPRESSING MY FEELINGS&lt;br /&gt;
MADE ME CRY&lt;br /&gt;
MADE ME PLEAD&lt;br /&gt;
YET AM STILL AT YOUR FEET&lt;br /&gt;
YES, AM INSANE&lt;br /&gt;
BUT YOU ARE THE ONE DRIVING ME INSANE.&lt;br /&gt;
I'M BURNING UP INSIDE,&lt;br /&gt;
BUT THE ONE WHO HAS SET ME ABLAZE&lt;br /&gt;
IS UN-AWARE AM ON FIRE....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'M SO INTO YOU,&lt;br /&gt;
EVEN THESE LINES DON'T SAY A BIT OF HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU....&lt;br /&gt;
01 FEB 2012&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
TIMES LIKE THIS, THE BEST OPTION YOU CAN YOU CAN DO TO HELP YOURSELF IS TO MOVE ON, YOU CAN ALWAYS FIND SOLACE IN SOMETHING ELSE THAT IS: TRY SOMETHING NEW. IF IT'S MEANT TO BE, THEN IT'S MEANT TO BE.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
GIVE THAT PERSON A BREAK..ATTITUDE ATIMES COULD TAKE A WHILE TO PASS BY, ACT LIKE NOTHING EVER HAPPENED. SOONER OR LATER, HE OR SHE WILL COME AROUND... HOPEFULLY, IT WONT BE TOO LATE...OR MAYBE IT JUST WASNT MEANT TO BE...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
12:45AM&lt;br /&gt;
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SO HARD TO IGNORE&lt;br /&gt;
SO CLOSE TO OUR HEARTS&lt;br /&gt;
RARE AND DEAR!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
YEARS MAY ROLL BY&lt;br /&gt;
BUT OUR HEARTS WILL NEVER FORGET THEM&lt;br /&gt;
TIME WILL FADE AWAY&lt;br /&gt;
BUT THE FEW MOMENTS THEY SHARED WITH US REMAINS GOLDEN!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU&lt;br /&gt;
EVEN IF YOU DONT END UP BEEN MY BEST FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;
EVEN THOUGH WE DON'T BECOME MORE THAN FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;
MY HEART HAS AWARDED YOU A TROPHY&lt;br /&gt;
AT SOME POINT,&lt;br /&gt;
YOU KEPT THE HEART BEAT GOING.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                                                                            LOVE, DD&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
01:00AM&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
for every guy or girl, it is advisable to ask your spouses (especially if the relationship is new) who their ex was and what led to their break-up. Love is a drug and most of us are addicts. the question is what happens when that love turns sour? by you or your patner. either ur mistake or his. to some it leads to murder, to another it leads to un-quenching hatred for the opposite sex and to others, some turn their pain to strength and channel it into the right areas of their lives, why cry over a spilt milk? it's gone already.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
a guy and a gurl broke up for reasons un-known buh from all indications, the gurl was at fault. they went seperate ways(thats what i thought) the guy finds his old friend whom he liked from the very first chat they had years back. they got talking trying to catch up the lost years but realised she was in a relationship while he just got out of one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
he began reminding her how sweet the times they had and how much they both longed for each other buh never sealed the deal till they lost contact. The girl tried to talk him out of it that it was almost not necessary now that she has someone. the heat was up, the guy got emotional blaming her for not waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
that is so sick of you to say the girl replied. what if u were in a relationship and i wasn't, how would u feel if i said that to you? who knew we would find each other again after years of been apart? the guy didnt wanna mess up so he apologised and restored the happy moment again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
not long enough the guy spoke the word I LOVE YOU....this got the girl thinking. truly, she has a relationship but she isn't happy with it. the only reason she is in the relationship is because she was heart broken by the one she truly loved and wanted to move on from the heart-break and she didnt want to be single. her heart was still with her former boyfriend at such nothing her boyfriend did seemed right. All she want is happiness which she is not getting instead fights, mis-understanding and arguments was the order of the day 5times a week. Now her old time lover finds his way back to her life. she had resurrected the feeling that existed years back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she doesnt love her boyfriend, she wants to go with this old close friend, both feelings are genuine but didnt know how to tell her boyfriend. he has tried his best trying to make me happy, giving me all i asked for. he claims am his first love and made promises which he has been fulfilling. indeed he loves me. countless times i had wanted to walk away but his tears held me back, his pleads made me stay. he loves me dearly, he does all i instruct him even at his detriment. i tried loving him but it's just fruitless.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She kept in touch with her old friend(aspiring boyfriend) but along the line. she got the shocker of her life...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she hoped to begin a relationship with her old lover till she found out that his ex girlfriend is still into him.&lt;br /&gt;
she saw love notes, cards and emails that she had sent within d last 24 hrs and some days back. i saw the notes, memorised the lines not to use it against him but an indept study of the heart who wrote it. she said...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
IT'S NOT JUST A PHYSICAL ATTRACTION&lt;br /&gt;
I LOVE YOU FOR EVERY SINGLE THING YOU DO&lt;br /&gt;
EVERY WORD YOU SAY AND EVERY STEP YOU TAKE.&lt;br /&gt;
THIS IS SOMETHING THAT WILL NEVER DIE&lt;br /&gt;
EVERYDAY I FIGHT MY FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS&lt;br /&gt;
BUT I JUST CANT ANYMORE,&lt;br /&gt;
I'M STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I felt her pain, i had been in that shoe before, then it occured to me..what must have led to their break-up? even if she is at fault, she seem sorry, like this wasnt enough, i saw more...&lt;br /&gt;
WHEN I CAME TO YOU I HAD NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;
THEN YOU OFFERED ME YOUR HEART&lt;br /&gt;
AND I GOT EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;
I COULD FEEL YOUR SOUL WITH MINE&lt;br /&gt;
LIFE HAD MEANING....STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I braced myself up...she seem so lovely, she seemed to have loved him, i would love to meet her, i had forgotten alot of things, i was just in love with the lines till i realised he replied this particular one...but i was suprised¬&lt;br /&gt;
boy: whats the meaning of this&lt;br /&gt;
girl: i just remebered 8years ago when we first met&lt;br /&gt;
boy: incase you dont know, i have your heart with me un-tampered. forget the situation/&lt;br /&gt;
girl: but you are breaking it&lt;br /&gt;
boy: i know i am but its not what you think. i'm doing this for us and only future can tell. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
phew....those lines got me tired, i dont know what to believe, why would you have such a conversation with someone u call you ex? are they still in love? is there a secret between them?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As much as i want her man, i feel her pain and wish my first love's girlfriend would leave him for me. i would only be selfish and un-grateful if i stole her man. The only thing i need is to say YES to him and his mine but what happens to my boyfriend, what happens to his girlfriend, what happends to her man???&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i am someone's first love&lt;br /&gt;
my first love is somewhere with his girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;
he hapens to be his ex girlfriend's first love&lt;br /&gt;
while i remain his first love&lt;br /&gt;
CLUMSY....CONFUSING!!!&lt;br /&gt;
INDEED, WE FIND LOVE IN HOPELESS PLACES&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
if i stick to my man, i will remain un-happy, if i let him go. he would find someone else or go back to his ex, if i return to my first love for any reason, he might not love me at all...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
why dont i try to  make things work out between i and my boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;
how would he feel if he heard about all this after his effort and endless love?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
two scenes in the circle of two couples. if you followed each line..you will be able to detect each problem they had and what lacked in their relationshipS...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
love could be like a fire work or a log of wood..it depends on you. nuture your love life, cultivate it and be suprised how it will grow. UNDERSTANDING, LOVE AND TRUST matters alot in every relationship.&lt;br /&gt;
Only a love story can keep me upby 01:45AM, 14TH JAN 2012&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
would either of the couples marry their true love?&lt;br /&gt;
how many of us will?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
LOVE IS THE GREATEST FEELING I EVER FELT!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I HAVE A TOPIC BEFORE ME TO DELIVER IN LESS THAN 20MINS, TO BE MORE PRECISE 15MINS. I HAVE AN INTRESTING TOPIC WHICH SAYS ''SHOULD CHRISTIANS INVOLVE THMESELVES IN SOCIAL PROGRAMMES LIKE GULDER ULTIMATE SEARCH, NIGERIAN IDOL, GLO NAIJA SINGS, MALTINA DANCE HALL JUST TO NAME A FEW....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I WAS ABLE TO TALK TO A GOOD NUMBER OF PEOPLE AND I ASKED THEIR OPINIONS ABOUT IT. 99% TOTALLY SAW NOTHING WRONG IN IT BUT JUST TWO PEOPLE SAID IT JUST ISN'T RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
BEFORE I LET YOU KNOW WHICH SIDE AM ON...FIRSTLY I WOULD WANT TO ENLIGHTEN YOU ON WHAT THESE SOCIAL PROGRAMMES ENTAILS AND HOW IT IS CONCERN CHRISTIANS.&lt;br /&gt;
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FIRSTLY, SOCIAL PROGRAMMES ARE PLANNED PROGRAMMES EITHER BY A COMPANY, GROUP OF PEOPLE OR BRAND. THEIR AIM IS NOTHING BUT TO SELL THEIR BRAND, I MEAN ADVERTISE THEMSELVES AND ALSO AS A SOURCE OF REVENUE. TRUST ME, BEFORE A COMPANY WOULD GIVE OUT A WHOOPING SUM OF #10MILLION NAIRA AND A POSH CAR, THEY MUST HAVE MADE MULTIPLES OF IT. A TRUE CHRISTIAN IS A ROLE MODEL TO ANY SOCEITY. &lt;br /&gt;
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AFTER RIGOROUS THOUGHTS I CAME TO A CONCLUSION THAT CHRISTIANS SHOULDN'T BE FOUND IN ANY SETTING OF THESE SOCIAL PROGRAMES. I CAME UP WITH ALOT OF REASONS BUT I WOULD JUST MENTION A FEW.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
FIRST, I WOULD ADDRESS OUR FAITH.  A GREAT NUMBER OF THEM COMPROMISE THEIR FAITH BY CONFORMING THEMSELVES TO THE THINGS OF THE WORLD. THINGS THA USUALLY, THEY WOULDN'T DO OR WEAR OR SAY BUT IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT, THEY SELL THEMSELVES TO HUNGRY JUDGES JUST TO BOOST THEIR MARKS, THEY ARE MERE MORTALS LIKE YOU. I DON'T SEE ANY SENSE IN YOU WORKING YOURSELF SO HARD JUST TO IMPRESS A JUDGE. WHY NOT THINK ABOUT WHAT GOD WOULD THINK OF YOU? WHY SCORE SO HIGH ON A MERE MORTAL SCORE SHEET AND HAVE NO MARK AT ALL FROM GOD. SIMPLE! IT'S YOU PLEASING SOMEONE AT YOUR OWN DETRIMENT. WHY NOT BE YOURSELF....&lt;br /&gt;
A FRIEND OF MINE CALLED ME AND SAID... HE WAS FALLING BACK TO WRITING AND I ASKED WHAT HE HAD BEEN DOING. HE SAID HE WENT AUDITIONING FOR RAPPERS AND HE DIDN'T WIN EITHER OF THEM. HE WAS DISQUALIFIED? THEN I ASKED ''WHAT WERE YOUR FAULTS'' HE QUOTED A JUDGE...HE SAID ''YOU DON'T HAVE PUNCH LINES'' HE FELT CHEATED NOT BECAUSE HE DIDN'T WIN BUT BECAUSE HE SENSED POLITICS IN IT. THE PERSON WHO WON USED THE 'F' WORD ALL THROUGH AND I WAS SUPRRISED THAT IT'S ONLY IN NIGERIA THAT I HAVE HEARD THAT THE F' WORD IS A PUCH LINE....HE DIDN'T WANT TO CONFORM HIMSELF TO THE THINGS OF THE WORLD SO HE DECIDED TO LAY LOW AND STICK TO WRITING. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SECONDLY, IT DOESN'T BRING OUT THE BEST IN US: HOW DO I MEAN? ASSUMING THERE ARE TEN CONTENSTANTS, I SEE YOU COMPETITING WITH NINE OTHER PEOPLE BUT WE AS CHRISTIANS, WE ARE COMPETING WITH THE WORLD AT LARGE..NOW THAT'S HARDWORK. WHERE YOU DON'T HAVE LIMITS.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
IT'S STRANGE? HEARING THAT CHRISTIANS ARE BEING JUDGED. WHAT HAPPENS TO THE PREACHING ABOUT JUDGING PEOPLE? MAYBE IT'S JUST MY KIND OF PERSON: I HATE BEING JUDGED THTA'S WHY I DON'T JUDGE PEOPLE. A CONTESTANT IS DOIN HER BEST (I BELIEVE) AND YOU WALK HIM OR HER AWAY FROM THE STAGE SAYING HE ORR SHE IS SINGING CRAP. I SEE JUDGES LINES CONTESTANTS UP, PUT SOME PN PROBATION, EVICT AND THEN LATER ON ANNOUNCE WINNERS&gt; WHO ARE THEY TO JUDGE? NOT EVEN IN A COUNTRY THAT IS FREE FROM CORRUPTION. NIGERIA, A COUNTRY LEADING THE WORL'S MOST CORRUPT COUNTRY, A COUNTRY WHERE POLITICS IS THE ORDER OF THE DAY...EVERYTHING HAS POWER INVOLVED EVEN IN LOVE, WE EXPERIENCE POLITICS, ANTHICS BY OUR MEN, ANTHICS BY OUR WOMEN. GOD IS THE ULTIMATE JUDGE AND AND WHENEVER THE END SHALL COME WE SHALL ALL BE JUDGED BUT ALOT OF US SEEM TO LOVE JUDGEMENT DAY ALOT THAT WE ARE EVEN JUDGED HERE ON EARTH NY HIMAN THANKS TO OUR JUDGES...  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
BELIEVERS ARE KINGS AND QUEENS SEPERATED UNTO GOD: I DON'T KNOW IF THERE IS ANYONE HERE WHO HAS SEEN A PRESIDENT IN A SINGING CONTEST? HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A BIRD BRAGGING WHERE A PECOCK IS? DO KINGS CONTEST? DO QUEENS CONTEST? NO, THEY DON'T. IT'S HIGH TIME CHRISTIANS, PROJECT THEMSELVES TO THE RIGHT LEVEL GOD EXPECTS US TO BE. AS CHRISTIANS SUCH GATHERING DOESN'T GLORIFY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
LASTLY, BECAUSE OF MY TIME, I WOULD LIKE US TO LOOK INTO THE LIVES OF THE PAST WINNERS. WHAT CAN WE TELL OF THEM AT THE MOMENT? ARE THEY PORTRAYING ANY SIGN OF CHRIST IN THEM? LET'S LOOK AT THE LIFE OF CHIDINMA FOR INSTANCE, I HEARD SHE'S FROM A FOURSQUARIAN FAMILY, DON'T KNOW HOW TRUE THAT IS BUT EVEN SHE IS, WHO WOULD HAVE KNOWN? THIS OTHER LADY THAT EMERGED FROM BIG BROTHER...I'M NOT SURE THERE IS ANY GOOD NEWS TO TELL ABOUT HER. DON'T GET ME WRONG, I'M NOT JUDGING HER...WE ARE JUST LOOKING AT PAST WINNERS AS ROLE MODELS.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
MONEY IS THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL THAT IS WHAT MOST OF THIS SOCIAL PROGRAMMES IF NOT ALL PORTRAY AND THAT IS WHAT PEOPLE ARE AFTER. THE FAME , THE MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
IF YOU SAY THEY ARE AFTER DREAMS. WHY DON'T THEY WAIT FOR IT TO MANIFEST IN DUE COURSE, IN GOD'S TIME.&lt;br /&gt;
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I WILL LEAVE YOU WITH WITH THIS TO MULCH ON...&lt;br /&gt;
A FOREST PRODUCES TALL BEAUTIFUL TREES WHICH BLOSSOM AND THRIVE NATURALLY BUT UNFORTUNATELY, THERE IS NO ONE TO ADMIRE IT IN THE FOREST BUT SOMEDAY...SOMEHOW....SOMEONE WOULD COME FETCH FOR IT BECAUSE IT WOULD BE THE ONLY NEED REQUIRED BY MILLION.&lt;br /&gt;
THE MORAL: KEEP DOING WHAT YOU ARE DOING&lt;br /&gt;
DON'T IMPRESS ANYONE, SOON ENOUGH YOU WOULD GET PICKED UP BY THE RIGHT PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
THANK YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;
19-01-2012&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
DO YOU THINK AM GREEDY? HAVE YOU EVER HEARD THE STORY OF A VICTORIOUS MAN WHO CONQUERED? HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE TEARS OF A WIDOW, HAVE YOU FELT THE GRIEF OF A MOTHER WHO LOST HER ONLY CHILD? HAVE YOU SEEN A MAN WHO HAD SHOES WITHOUT LEGS? HAVE YOU SEEN A MAN WHO HAD EVERYTHING MONEY COULD BUY BUT COULDN'T FIND LOVE.....???? HAVE YOU..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you still wonder why am greedy with my dreams? Alot who couldn't see beyond their eyes have travelled far for greener pastures(like they say). I only wonder who would remain to fight corruption or correct our mistakes or is this the generation we intend leaving for our un-born? The world won't get any better if we just let it be...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even though i fall knee deep into the trenches of life, i would re-strategize and hit the worrld by storm. We are our greatest enemy and atimes the real problems behind our problems. A change begins with whoever reflects to you in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm greedy with goals because it's what and all i'm living for. Nothing is impossible, it's what you set your limits to be... so far, I have no limitations to what i can do. Little dreams driven by mild force or pull won't inspire you or motivate you...Dream big and fight till you win!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
19-01-2012&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
YOU GIVE YOUR BEST TO PEOPLE THEY ABUSE IT&lt;br /&gt;
YOU LOVE THEM LIKE YOU NEVER DID BEFORE, THEY ABUSE IT&lt;br /&gt;
YOU SHARE ALL YOU HAVE WITH THEM, THEY AHOLD ALL THEIRS BACK&lt;br /&gt;
YOU ARE ALWAYS THERE FOR THEM&lt;br /&gt;
BUT THEY ONLY COME AROUND WHEN THEY NEED YOU...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
YOU LLOK PAST ALL THESE AND STILL WANT THEM AROUND&lt;br /&gt;
YOU CAN'T STAY MAD AT THEM&lt;br /&gt;
IT'S JUST YOU, YOUR HEAR....PURE AND NATURAL&lt;br /&gt;
THEY HURT YOU ALL THE TIME&lt;br /&gt;
BUT THEY NEVER GIVE OPPORTUNITY TO SAY IT&lt;br /&gt;
THEY FEEL YOU SHOULD UNDERSTAND&lt;br /&gt;
YOU ARE BEING USED&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
THEN TABLES TURN&lt;br /&gt;
YOU FINALLY FIND SOMEONE WHO KNOWS YOUR WORTH&lt;br /&gt;
WHO TREATS YOU RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
THEN YOU WITHDRAW FROM THE OLD FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;
YOU NEVER KNEW FRIENDSHIP WAS THIS SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;
THEN THE OLD FRIEND BEGINS TO MISS YOU....&lt;br /&gt;
WANTING TO COME BACK...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
THERE IS ALWAYS A LIMIT TO LOVE, HATRED, PRESSURE, HARSHIP. A LIMIT LIKE BEEN PUSHED TO THE WALL. ALOT OF US DON'T ARE ILLETRATED TO SOME PHASES IN LIFE BUH MISTAKENLY TO OTHERS AND FORTUNATELY FOR YOU...THEY MAKE YOU SEE THINGS DIFFERENTLY. THEY SHOW YOU ALL YOU HAVE BEEN MISSING. THAT'S WHY I LOVE MY ENEMIES. THEN THERE COMES THAT DARING MOMENT YOU REALISE YOU HAD LOST SOMEONE SPECIAL, PRICELESS AND FAILTHFUL....YOU GO LOOKING FOR HIM OR HER BUH IT BECOMES TOO LATE.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
APPRECIATE&lt;br /&gt;
BE THANKFULL&lt;br /&gt;
FOR ALL YOU HAVE&lt;br /&gt;
FRIENDS IN YOUR LIFE&lt;br /&gt;
PARENTS&lt;br /&gt;
SIBLINGS&lt;br /&gt;
AND THOSE WHO WAGE WAR AGAINST YOU&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
YOU WILL GET TO THANK THEM LATER!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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15-JAN-2012&lt;br /&gt;
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Then it occured to me. One sure place to get the juices....hello, how are you? the voiced caught my attention. hi (im trying to remember the face...have sure seen it somewhere)...you don't remember me, she replied. I smiled(now looking sily)...stammering...pardon my manners, can't place where i have seen you. but my face looks familiar right? she asked (would you spare me all the questions and tell me)...sure, looking excited to see her.... you remember the lady whom you sat next to at MAKE ME!?! (O please!!!)&lt;br /&gt;
O! Now i remember, we both hugged. good to see you again, do you stay around? (obviously you would wanna visit someday,NO WAY) N-NO, NO I DON'T. Just came around to see a friend. OK! thats cool, she continued running her mouth...i came shoping with my fiance, that's our car over there, i sitted you and decided to say hi or would you like to say Hi to him (i giggled slowly..) i'm late for an apointment now, I'm sorry! OK, can i have your pin? sorry am not on BB, i replied sharply( Good gracious, she's using curve 1...arrgh) wat about your number 080______ thank you. i would call you..by the way you look fab. we hugged again and part ways.&lt;br /&gt;
t story about our boyfriends, husbands, sex styles and new slangs was THE SALON. It sure comprises of both the old women who don't admit they are old, young desperate call girls, working class mistress(ES), young innocent gurls who have the money to afford been in their midst. what a life ladies live&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
she must have had a nice time because she had her likes on seat, i kept mute while i updated myself with gossips and funny lady talk, giggled alot in my mind. what a day it was...i finished my hair, paid and was acessing it and she said ''if i had your shape, i would kill alot of men with attractive cloths, would consider modelling, in short i will use what i have to get what i want'' my eyes poped, didn't wanna act novice_silly..i laughed out loud,,they continued while i stepped out...WHAT A DAY!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I snapped out of my thoughts, smiled and looked back to see her but couldnt see any trace of her...obviously, she had gone. I reached for my iphone, called my PRIVATE cab who had delayed me here for almost an hour now before i was rightly accused of knowing ....i don't even know her name.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In few minutes, Bro felix had arrived to take me back to the main campus. &lt;br /&gt;
JAN 15 2012&lt;br /&gt;
11:49PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1189998924481808036-7604191754417124898?l=dharmydella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
i loved and lost&lt;br /&gt;
i thought i had found&lt;br /&gt;
i thought you were real&lt;br /&gt;
i thought you were down with me &lt;br /&gt;
i thought you had given me your heart to love&lt;br /&gt;
i thought wrong....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you said to me that you couldnt love me&lt;br /&gt;
from the look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;
i can see its true.&lt;br /&gt;
i only wish you could tell  me y u cant love me&lt;br /&gt;
someone else must have swept ur heart away&lt;br /&gt;
guess my best wasnt enough!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i have loved you for so long&lt;br /&gt;
and i saw nothing wrong in it&lt;br /&gt;
i often tot we would be more than friends&lt;br /&gt;
but again, i thought wrong!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
i am in misery&lt;br /&gt;
and no one can comfort me&lt;br /&gt;
you are all have been living for&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
if only u could see the storm in my heart&lt;br /&gt;
that has brought rain to my face&lt;br /&gt;
forever in my heart&lt;br /&gt;
will i nurse the pain&lt;br /&gt;
of the one i truly love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
12:30AM&lt;br /&gt;
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I know things are Hard&lt;br /&gt;
Even now that you are at your best&lt;br /&gt;
PLEASE DON'T BE SAD&lt;br /&gt;
Things will only get better....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Like dry season before rainy season,&lt;br /&gt;
Tomorrow will hold the happiness and sweetness&lt;br /&gt;
That today has forgotten to bring.&lt;br /&gt;
The sun will shine so bright once more&lt;br /&gt;
And your skies will return to blue&lt;br /&gt;
Without a shower of rain to spoil it for you....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today's burden that you carry will all become history&lt;br /&gt;
And smiles with remain with you along your future way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Remember other people care.,&lt;br /&gt;
Remember I CARE FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;
Remember some people think about you&lt;br /&gt;
I'm one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
I wish you well far more than words can tell...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
PLEASE DON'T BE SAD&lt;br /&gt;
You got a friend in me&lt;br /&gt;
whenever you feel lonely or dis-jointed from the world&lt;br /&gt;
Read this lines all over again.&lt;br /&gt;
I put them together ALL FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Please don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;
For i share a part of your sorrow&lt;br /&gt;
Be strong for you&lt;br /&gt;
Atimes, it's our best option....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
LOVE DD&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
08:35PM&lt;br /&gt;
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            If you don't fight, you would never win, you would never be called a champ, if you don't go to school, you would never earn a degree, if you don't fight for your life(yourself) you would never have a say, no one would yearn to hear you speak'. An extra push, an extra mile, an extra step is all we need.&lt;br /&gt;
           Perfection is not a criteria for success. No, Never!!! No one is perfect and no one will be no matter what! Albert and Isaac Newton are not perfect yet their names cannot be forgotten in the history of physics and chemistry. Atimes, a non-delibrate mistake, a silly joke or an extra effort throw us out into the limelight more reason why you shouldn't be scared to take that bold step or to even make that in-evitable mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
             He said.... ''Leaving the shores of my country was a happy and proud decision i made, arriving at my destination, I saww no familiar faces, different people, different races, a different life entirely, a whole new world. I felt so cold even in the little strands of hair on my head, through my warmers, boots and hood. The only thing on my mind was HOME....My mum, dad, siblings and friends but then i geared myself up, I came to secure a future, to live a better life, to be a better man, to make mama proud. I worked hard even the people around me praised me and i often replied them with a smiole saying ''Man's gotto do what he's gatto do, not for today mehn but for tomorrow..'' They smiled back and i began to make friends who admired my courage and zeal. Everytime i was on the phone with my parents, they felt the mixed feelings in my voice which i tried to hide till i broke down to tears, my mum wept along without saying anything then i stoped and said ''Mum, I WILL SURVIVE''...She prayed for me and that kept me going. School was fine, I was doing so well as a foreigner, work was fine too till I found favor with God and Man. I came here to school alone but decided to work because I have always craved for independence. The extra mile fetched me my extra bucks...&lt;br /&gt;
                 Now i have so much, so much money to do so much at the same time. I picked up a painted tunnel and positioned myself at the end where light could reach and i said to myself ''i'm at the end of my tunnel...so much LIGHT, so much PEACE, so much HAPPINESS''... I shut my eyes, smiled and picked up my phone, called my dad and said ''THANK YOU DADDY, I HAVE MADE IT, I AM COMING HOME SOON''...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                My dad said to me '' Like a tree in the forest, no one is there to appreciate its beauty but someday it would be the only reason the forest ever existed''. It's like you keep doing your best and know one notices it or appreciates it, why worry? just keep doin what you know how to do best. Go as far as you can see, when you get there, you would see so much more. The good lord has sent us fishing, lets take the bait and make something with it. Open your eyes to opportunities, open your ears to warnings and instructions, waste no time on effemeral things. Time ticks, Account would be made for every (TICK) second you waste (TOCK)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                   If this year has been less fruitful or not as expected, i do hope and pray you learn a thing or two from this to help you usher in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;
COMPLIMENTS OF THE SEASON FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;
I WISH YOU A FRUITFULL NEW YEAR AHEAD FILLED WITH NOTHING BUT SUCCESS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
FROM DD&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
24 DEC 2011&lt;br /&gt;
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Why shouldn't I be?&lt;br /&gt;
First guy walked away&lt;br /&gt;
Second guy left me&lt;br /&gt;
WAIT?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's not what you think.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't have a problem&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe they do&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, they do!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm this very faithful girl&lt;br /&gt;
But it appears they want a bitch&lt;br /&gt;
Here, I got a problem&lt;br /&gt;
Why do i keep meeting guys like that&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Third guy stylishly left&lt;br /&gt;
Fourth and fifth had to leave me&lt;br /&gt;
What caused it all?&lt;br /&gt;
SEX!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You see I'm not the problem&lt;br /&gt;
They are all still guys&lt;br /&gt;
Yet to grow up&lt;br /&gt;
Yet to be called MEN&lt;br /&gt;
I call them&lt;br /&gt;
MAMA'S BOY!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
REAL MEN MAKE WOMEN WANT SEX NOT YOU ASKING THEM FOR IT...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
FICTION*&lt;br /&gt;
COPIED FROM MY OLD SCRAP BOOK!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
27-01-2011&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought my instincts were right, Or maybe I'm not a good listener...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not denying the fact that i once felt something for you&lt;br /&gt;
No doubt, I loved from the start&lt;br /&gt;
I can't forget the good times we shared&lt;br /&gt;
The first time you touched me&lt;br /&gt;
The first time you kissed me&lt;br /&gt;
Which is the last time you would ever do!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your touch opened the gates to my heavens&lt;br /&gt;
Took me to heights I have never reached&lt;br /&gt;
Even though I didn't give you the green light...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It began with a handshake&lt;br /&gt;
We grew fond of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;
And hugged each other...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted more&lt;br /&gt;
You gave me much more...&lt;br /&gt;
I love you But hate that I love you&lt;br /&gt;
I pushed you away&lt;br /&gt;
I'm confused&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know what I want&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You want to stay&lt;br /&gt;
I want to play&lt;br /&gt;
I wish to love,&lt;br /&gt;
But something keeps holding me back..&lt;br /&gt;
I don't think I know what it is...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'M CONFUSED BY MY FEELINGS&lt;br /&gt;
I'M IMPRESSED BY YOUR KISSES&lt;br /&gt;
I'M MOVED BY YOUR TOUCH&lt;br /&gt;
BUT YOUR HEART, I CAN'T TRUST.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want you&lt;br /&gt;
At-least, my body does&lt;br /&gt;
I hate you,&lt;br /&gt;
My heart won't stop...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I miss you every time I breathe &lt;br /&gt;
I see you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
Even when you not there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know what I want&lt;br /&gt;
I only wish it never happened&lt;br /&gt;
Only wish it were all a dream&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
BUT HOW LONG WOULD I KEEP DREAMING!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
15-12-11&lt;br /&gt;
10:10AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1189998924481808036-4081576379416941353?l=dharmydella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I turned back&lt;br /&gt;
(BUT) No face to hold...&lt;br /&gt;
Must have been my Imaginations!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Moving on,&lt;br /&gt;
I felt hands tickling me&lt;br /&gt;
I smiled, O.M.G&lt;br /&gt;
I turned around&lt;br /&gt;
No hands to hold&lt;br /&gt;
Could it be my Imagination?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I doubled my steps&lt;br /&gt;
I have become my own biggest nightmare..&lt;br /&gt;
I stopped to reach for my phone in my hand-bag&lt;br /&gt;
Then two hands hugged me from behind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I held tight,&lt;br /&gt;
Couldn't wait to know the mystery guy&lt;br /&gt;
But First, I want to guess...&lt;br /&gt;
"Michael, my new friend..."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The hands didn't bulge to escape...&lt;br /&gt;
I turned around,&lt;br /&gt;
The wait is over...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(SERIOUSLY???!)&lt;br /&gt;
SO IT'S YOU&lt;br /&gt;
He said "YOU GOT MAIL MA'AM"&lt;br /&gt;
Mail man'? ARRRGGHH...* SO PISSED*...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...SERIOUSLY, I'M KIDDING...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
11:05AM&lt;br /&gt;
14-12-2011&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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          Every Man MUST meet his MOMENT OF TRUTH. It's one of life's mandatory rule. A moment of your lives When everything you have  and have ever worked for threatens you, when everything seems like it's gonna evaporate into the thin air, A moment when we would look up to the sky and say "LORD GIVE ME A SIGN"..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
          A moment of truth when the choices facing us doesn't seems like a choice because we don't know which to forgo. A bitter moment when a real man grinds his teeth and think while a weak man shed tears and soliloquize. A moment when everything seem to get worse by the day, a state of dilemma, no idea of where to go nor how to go about it. We are stuck.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
          A man is a finished product of challenges that's why he must pass this stage of his life. Times like this we don't need to take a break no matter what. Weather we JUMP, CRAWL, TIP-TOE, WALK OR RUN- we just have to keep moving. One day we would get there, someday we would make it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
           NO ONE IS INVINCIBLE TO LIFE. AS LONG AS WE LIVE, WE WOULD GET HIT BY OUR MOMENT OF TRUTH SO NO NEED WATCHING YOUR BACK IT'S GONNA COME GET YOU ANYWAY ....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
11:50PM&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
He was without shame.&lt;br /&gt;
He took his sister in&lt;br /&gt;
And came out with his Mum&lt;br /&gt;
Terrifying? I thought so too ...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He walked on the street with a Man-friend&lt;br /&gt;
With no guilt In his eyes&lt;br /&gt;
Nor shame round his neck&lt;br /&gt;
He walked pass me&lt;br /&gt;
Nut halt to say HI&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He looked filthier than I thought&lt;br /&gt;
His words, without reasoning&lt;br /&gt;
He had no brain also! Now I know.&lt;br /&gt;
He starred at me and said...&lt;br /&gt;
"ALL THAT IS WITHIN ME PRAISES YOU, HOLY BEAUTY"&lt;br /&gt;
He was also Insane! What a shame!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I walked him out without courtesy &lt;br /&gt;
Embarrassing?  &lt;br /&gt;
He knew not, he was without shame!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He kissed his friend&lt;br /&gt;
They both giggled...like piglets.&lt;br /&gt;
Gay-monsters&lt;br /&gt;
Men without shame.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What nonsense&lt;br /&gt;
They made no sense!&lt;br /&gt;
MEN WITHOUT SHAME.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
03:15PM&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
          If you don't know the Man at the top then you would never get there, should it be so? Mannerism of the way things are done kills teens and youths in particular especially the teens who have fresh dream hoping to explore (in due time) but find out that things have taken another turn. LIFE ISN'T ROSY AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
          The educational system is been toiled with it. Alot of students spending 7years in school offering a four-year course-All in the name of STRIKE. The student after Graduating would serve the government for a year in an UN-conducive rural setting( those who don't have the connection to work it to an urban-security safe area) Feeding on #9,500 monthly, teaching students who end up failing after of series of assignment and self-help (that's of they even show up in class) what's our pride? NOTHING! In the course of the service, Life's are lost-Poor parents! After tilling, weeding,planting and watering only for it to ripe and harvest, they find out it's been cut-off by an un-known...'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
           Nigeria- A home of only survivals. No one is safe. Why would we be when someone is thinking of how to execute his BOMB ATTACK. A country with lots of mineral resources and huge money but very Un-fortunate that the money is stuck at high places. The rich are getting richer, the poor is getting poorer and the average man is standing still. Things are happening! Well, you live in a glass house so you might not have noticed!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
            The leaders would die someday but they seem to be too busy siphoning the money into their bank accounts home and away. Death, the superior of all. An evil word which can't be bought with money. They will face it's wrath someday- people are suffering and smiling. A bus of 20 seats has over 50 people in it. 20 are seating, some lapping each other while 30 are standing yet someone has over 10 cars parked in his garage...'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
             In the ghetto where I am from, people are in shackles both young and the old. I help the little way I can but I get infuriated knowing that there is someone up there who could wipe tears off people's faces, someone who could do more and also offer a hand to hold.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
              Our leaders on TOP, THIS SAME NEGLECTED MASSES VOTED YOU IN, GIVE EARS TO THEIR BROKEN VOICES AND REMEMBER THAT WE ALL DON'T OWN OUR LIVES. ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN IN THE NEXT MINUTE. ALSO, WE ALL CANNOT BE RICH SO LET'S HELP THE LESS PRIVILEGED. lET'S RE-KINDLE THE SPARK THAT ONCE EXISTED IN OUR NATION. LET THE TEENS AND YOUTH BE REST ASSURED THAT A BRIGHT FUTURE LIES AHEAD OF THEM EITHER ABOUT TO GET INTO THE UNIVERSITY OR JUST GRADUATING. LET US ALL SPEAK WITH ONE VOICE AND LET OUR THOUGHTS UNITE SO WE CAN MAKE NIGERIA GREAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
05:15PM&lt;br /&gt;
19-06-2011&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
         They love to stay, they really wanna but NATURE, LIFE, DEATH stands in their way. There are some people we meet just once in our lives and we see them no more, some would surface to help us through a challenge, some would come to put up drama, disrupt us and leave us to fight our battle, some are meant to show us what Love is, some show up just when the show is over ....WHY IS THAT? WHY DON'T PEOPLE STAY PERMANENTLY IN OUR LIVES?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
         Every individual steps in the scene to play their parts, so I wonder what they would stick around to do. They are almost INVINCIBLE-USELESS! It's better they left. Lovers exchange words like "I WOULD LOVE YOU FOREVER, I WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU" SMILES** All these are attachments to make spice up the relationship because I wonder who we are to make promises when we are not even sure of the next minute.&lt;br /&gt;
Later on we break up, leave each other and atimes we stay out of reach, sometimes it's because we have to grow up, or we realize the real person in them. We have to leave, no need settling for less in the name of lame promises.&lt;br /&gt;
Our parents leave us or walk out of our lives when death calls but HEY! It's for the best, they want us to be better off them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
          Even Christ JESUS left the disciples, left the world when the time was right, he was on a mission, he had to accomplish it- that's why he left. To shed his blood on the cross of Calvary, to die for us, to save us. People leave our lives due to one reason or the other for our betterment often times. PEOPLE WON'T STAY PERMANENTLY IN OUR LIVES Because we came into the world alone, we definitely going back alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
           We need each other but not forever, We are all on a mission and we would all meet again. YES! AT THE FEET OF CHRIST FOR JUDGEMENT and still part because some would be sent away to HELL while others would REMAIN -WE ARE STILL PLAYING OUR PART.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
11:48PM&lt;br /&gt;
18-07-2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1189998924481808036-2937321833361139038?l=dharmydella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
The sky and sea converged to a spot.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
A little clouded with mist&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
More like a landscape&lt;br /&gt;
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A beautiful scene, I must confess!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A sea filled with thoughts and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Few canoes scattered in the sea&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Little flowers sprung and blossomed in the water&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just like a perfect picture.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
The sound of the wave&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sincerity  and purity of its appearance&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Makes me marvel at the wondrous works of GOD&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The coolness and calmness of the sea&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Brought UN-DAUNTED peace to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
0! I love nature&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The farther I looked&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The farther it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What an endless sea.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ON A THIRD MAINLAND BRIDGE...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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11:05:15 PM&lt;br /&gt;
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26-07-2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1189998924481808036-5669067692672138503?l=dharmydella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Everyday feels like a perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;
All you think of is that special someone&lt;br /&gt;
And how they make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;
You wonder where she is&lt;br /&gt;
You care to know if she's fine&lt;br /&gt;
You wanna know if she's writing about you&lt;br /&gt;
You look in the mirror and see her reflection&lt;br /&gt;
O! Beloved, I long to see you&lt;br /&gt;
To be with you and dream with you&lt;br /&gt;
To lie in your bosom and share love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you are in love&lt;br /&gt;
Every pain feels like it goes away.&lt;br /&gt;
All you think of is her sweet face&lt;br /&gt;
And how she makes you smile.&lt;br /&gt;
You wonder what she's doing&lt;br /&gt;
You care to know if she's lonely&lt;br /&gt;
You wanna know if she's thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;
Every-time you pick up your phone&lt;br /&gt;
You just wanna call her&lt;br /&gt;
O! Darling, I long to hold you close&lt;br /&gt;
To be with you, each passing day&lt;br /&gt;
To spend every moment with you with love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
WHEN YOU ARE IN LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;
MOST TIMES, DISTANCE KILLS IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
10:17PM&lt;br /&gt;
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I have loved you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For a while&lt;br /&gt;
I have shared in your world&lt;br /&gt;
Seen your ups,&lt;br /&gt;
And viewed your downs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We shared our laughs&lt;br /&gt;
We argued our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;
But we forgot to seal it with a kiss ;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once,&lt;br /&gt;
You have tickled me.&lt;br /&gt;
Made me feel like love was all the air i breathe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For a while,&lt;br /&gt;
I thought you were gonna be the next light in my life&lt;br /&gt;
The best firework in your time&lt;br /&gt;
Set up in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
But you didn't really get me high ; )&lt;br /&gt;
So I guess I lost it&lt;br /&gt;
I mean, I lost you!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only once,&lt;br /&gt;
But i still have you in my head&lt;br /&gt;
And our little fun Helps me through the day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only once,&lt;br /&gt;
But it felt like eternity.&lt;br /&gt;
8days of falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;
One month of loving each other...&lt;br /&gt;
....And one day to call it quit!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1189998924481808036-5525350531788809110?l=dharmydella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
           OK! So my worries Ain't too much. I need a blackberry, BOLD OR CURE I just need the berry to ping, I need a LACE-WIG it doesn't have to worth 123k, I just need the front glued with a white gum, straight or curvy, i care less, A pair of the trendy JERGINS either long or short I need them to show off my curves and a pair of GLADIATOR to compliment my look at-least one black and maybe blue (black goes with anything I can wear it everyday). O YES! I need a BIG BLACK BAG, "every girl must have". Big enough  to carry my books and bags of make-up...Plus i need A BOYFRIEND and an ENHANCER. Every big girl possesses it, so I should also have mine. Good choice joining them, I couldn't have won anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
             O gosh! Wait a minute, am back to my worries. My FACE, it's not as smooth as my neighbor's. I need to shop for some cleansing cream or go for facials, I need to get rid of my PIMPLES before it begins to mount on each other plus my SKIN, the tone isn't so even likes Becca's.... I need to do something   about it probably go for a full BODY WASH so I can flaunt them on the beach like carol does all the time. I hardly get noticed so I would try some BLEACHING CREAM at emeka's chemist, I need a Mary-Kay foundation plus concealer to hide my rough face which would cost almost 4k. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
              I'm sick of being a looser in school, am tired of people thinking am a nerd (:, I just wanna belong, I just wanna feel among, I want people to recognize me, I want them to talk about a feature of me. For once...I admit! I need a desperate change. It's lonely being me-myself. I need friends around me and I want guys on the queue picking numbers... My worries Ain't much after-all... JUST A FEW!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
               At this point, I don't wonder or ask myself too many questions on why ladies do what they do. So much intimidation from friends and the environment they live in. PEER PRESSURE! Very rampant among the teens and youths and many just can't fight it. What you wear doesn't define your beauty or make you who you want to be, it only complements. &lt;br /&gt;
MORAL: THIS LIFE WE LIVE IN CAN'T BE LIVED WITHOUT GOD OR OUT OF GOD. HE'S THE ONLY WEAPON FOR OUR LONG STAY OR SURVIVAL ON EARTH. THINGS OF THE WORLD WOULD PERISH EVENTUALLY BUT WHAT YOU BUILD WITHIN YOU, WHAT YOU IMBIBE IN YOURSELF TAKES YOU THROUGH ETERNITY. WORD! SAY NO TO FAKE LIFE, AVOID A LIFE YOU CAN'T AFFORD FOR LONG, A LIFE IN EXISTENCE DUE TO ONE REASON OR THE OTHER, A LIFE OF CONFLICT,NO PEACE, NO HAPPINESS.&lt;br /&gt;
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06-07-2011&lt;br /&gt;
00:52AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1189998924481808036-8778703861044878309?l=dharmydella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CONlXimMCcX3fg9sSt8buRptook/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CONlXimMCcX3fg9sSt8buRptook/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WelcomeToDharmyDellasPersonalBlog/~4/48AFVWhQPY8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dharmydella.blogspot.com/feeds/8778703861044878309/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://dharmydella.blogspot.com/2011/07/excuse-me-ladies.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1189998924481808036/posts/default/8778703861044878309?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1189998924481808036/posts/default/8778703861044878309?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WelcomeToDharmyDellasPersonalBlog/~3/48AFVWhQPY8/excuse-me-ladies.html" title="EXCUSE ME LADIES!?!" /><author><name>Dharmy Della</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15873113015321040435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dharmydella.blogspot.com/2011/07/excuse-me-ladies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIEQHg6eyp7ImA9WhZaFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189998924481808036.post-8024519091399266961</id><published>2011-07-01T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T14:58:21.613-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-01T14:58:21.613-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pOeM" /><title>LOVE FOR POETRY, PASSION FOR WRITTING.</title><content type="html">I fell in love with poetry while I was yet 17, although it started with a puppy love till I found peace, joy, excitement, happiness and solace at every poem read and written. Life got sweeter with words. Poetry transformed me into a huge fan of books, open-bar/live concert, roof-top soliloquy and an indoor coy. I loved it from the start. With poetry, I found love, love so true and real like words. Poetry happened to be my first love which launched me into writing... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
          I read the dailies, saw the mags and read some scripts. I wanted to do more,, I wanted to try my luck so i grabbed my pen and got to work at age 18. I wrote and destroyed all my write_ups, I saw nothing special about all I wrote, it didn't relate to any of what have read But it got to a time I stopped tearing them, Instead I gathered them together, Stapled it and got some on the internet. No comments, no likes (just what i thought, it's all thrash) but I continued, I did it for fun. Months later, I got a mail from a stranger who told me about blogging it read thus "It's high time you take your writing skill to the next level"... After series of exchanged mails i obliged.I took it very serious like my life depended on it. Don't blame me. I got nothing doing, am yet to get admission into the uni.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
           Finally, November 2009, I launched my blog. There and then, I said to myself "I'll make a career out of this" The passion was too strong to be replaced. Writing became fully part of me,then my Once #20 pen meant the world to me. I knew I could write my millions with it. I'm sure I could make a soul smile and also communicate with like minds. It became more than a pen, special and social like me :)x&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
            Poetry and writing like love and sex has given me the right reasons to hold onto (for) forever and a day. There are things that would change but definitely not the Love and Passion have got for writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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11:00PM&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel so weak.&lt;br /&gt;
Your love has emptied every energy inside of me&lt;br /&gt;
Love is pain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;
I remember the times I held it&lt;br /&gt;
Felt it and kissed it.&lt;br /&gt;
Never thought we'd ever be apart&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took a chance on loving you&lt;br /&gt;
But here I am&lt;br /&gt;
Wishing I never did&lt;br /&gt;
Love is nothing but pain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just when it got sweeter&lt;br /&gt;
Just when I became happier&lt;br /&gt;
Just when I told the world about you&lt;br /&gt;
Then, you turned your back on me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love is pain&lt;br /&gt;
I feel it&lt;br /&gt;
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07:05PM&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
           May my ways be rough, it's not a curse! Even the times i pray for smooth knees, i still get bruised. So...WTF! No one dies a virgin in life, Life fucks us all. We can prevent hazards but truth be told: some are just in-evitable. We don't always get what we desire, so when the bad faces us, we should be bold enough to look it in the eye without a wink. It's just part of life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
           Everyday we fight pain, tears, hurts, heartbreaks and weakness. We just have to look past it. All we need to do is to change the voices in our heads and make them sound like what we want. Yeah, you could start with a smile :) You might think you are too young for all you are going through, you might be saying the burden is too heavy on you or maybe your load is just more than your effort. I can understand but that's where a different side of you is born. A moment of truth when people look to you to see how you overcome it, It's called A SELF BATTLE.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
          &lt;br /&gt;
            In this life, I have come to win, to fight, to conquer, i have come to survive, to prosper and at the end, RISE. Rise above all odds, challenges and turmoils of life. The road is rough like I wished for but very tough. I promise not to give up, I'll work harder. I was born this way, born to be a survivor, born to adapt, born to fit into any kinda skin I find myself in. So get ready for me, I CAME TO WIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
10:20PM&lt;br /&gt;
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