<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230708</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:35:58.962+02:00</updated><title type='text'>once upon my mind</title><subtitle type='html'>once upon my mind is a blog about everything, anything... upon my mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abike.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230708/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abike.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wunmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649940529083129211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.thenetworkadministrator.com/pics/FixItFairy.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230708.post-7942755844280075909</id><published>2007-03-13T20:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:19:47.399+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230708-7942755844280075909?l=abike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.thenetworkadministrator.com/pics/FixItFairy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230708.post-113027009175407834</id><published>2005-10-25T21:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T21:54:51.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>another year gone by...</title><content type='html'>i can remember the other day, i sent a mail to all my colleagues, inviting them for drinks after work; cakes, chocolates and ice cream for lunch desert. and i got so many responses asking where i was leaving for. it had been the trend for about three months for people to send an "ng-allstaff" email, everyone was going away for either "industry experience", masters or "secondment" abroad. till today i still i have to explain that it was my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few days we would go over the events of these last year together. including my stick up down the road from the american embassy...&lt;div 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230708&amp;postID=109722720927139696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230708/posts/default/109722720927139696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230708/posts/default/109722720927139696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abike.blogspot.com/2004/10/day-after.html' title='the day after...'/><author><name>Wunmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649940529083129211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.thenetworkadministrator.com/pics/FixItFairy.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230708.post-109714707129346060</id><published>2004-10-07T10:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T18:45:38.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'>my day...</title><content type='html'>yeah, yeah... i know my blog still lives!&lt;br /&gt;it's exactly a month ago i created this blog&lt;br /&gt;not like am likely to forget oh!&lt;br /&gt;and yes! it is highly improbable i'd fill it consistently &lt;br /&gt;like other 'normal' people! &lt;br /&gt;(see &lt;A HREF="http://lekeosi.blogspot.com/"&gt;lekeosi.blogspot.com&lt;/A&gt; - the guy lives on the Net!)&lt;br /&gt;if you are wondering why am filling my blog today?&lt;br /&gt;it's like my birthday present to my blog.(duh?)&lt;br /&gt;yeah! you guessed right. it is my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;am at work (of course am supposed to be at work!&lt;br /&gt;who ever gets the day off 'cos it's their birthday? - incase you get a day off on your birthday, let me know. i could, hmmm... &lt;br /&gt;it could be my birthday again, soon - maybe a couple of times before the end of the month)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to being at work... &lt;br /&gt;only one of my colleagues knows what today is, &lt;br /&gt;and of course a few close friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;by the way that colleague of mine has been sworn to secrecy...&lt;br /&gt;why? am not sure, really. i just don't ... know.&lt;br /&gt;this colleague of mine is the only grown up i know,&lt;br /&gt;who has not lost the ability to enjoy life the way only a child can.&lt;br /&gt;that is something we lose touch with as we grow older.&lt;br /&gt;(story for another day - if i ever get to write it!)&lt;br /&gt;and congrats on your new car, friend! we are all excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to the birthday story.&lt;br /&gt;where was i? hmmm... okay.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i was telling you about the secrecy thingy!&lt;br /&gt;oh well, am yet to decide whether i'll do that thing we do, &lt;br /&gt;where you buy 'lunch' for everyone in the office.&lt;br /&gt;i did a lot of 'sober reflections' and well, &lt;br /&gt;am not where i want to be, where i thought i'd be at by now.&lt;br /&gt;(am sure you know that a lady isn't supposed to tell, bla bla bla)&lt;br /&gt;two years ago, i got a new printer from my folks! &lt;br /&gt;last year i was 'pissed' with a boyfriend of many years &lt;br /&gt;(now 'ex' by the way...)&lt;br /&gt;who still couldn't remember my birthday after all the 'many years'&lt;br /&gt;(they say some people are like that)&lt;br /&gt;i think if you appreciate the importance of an issue to a loved one, &lt;br /&gt;you'd especially keep that issue in mind, right? so i think.&lt;br /&gt;this year... am keeping my birthday from 'everybody', &lt;br /&gt;don't ask me why, 'cos am still not sure!&lt;br /&gt;you know, i'd always thought by now, i'd have a car, &lt;br /&gt;own a house (financial stability) and most of all, have my own family - a husband who i love and loves me, and kids i'd teach in the way of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;i thought by now i'd have finalised a lot of plans and issues concerning INTELLECT - sponsorship, structure, outreach, grants, operation centre(s), etc.&lt;br /&gt;have a trust fund, that gives scholarships to inopportuned brilliant pupils.&lt;br /&gt;i thought by now i would have 'started' to make that difference i was created for.&lt;br /&gt;INTELLECT is a heart felt dream of mine. &lt;br /&gt;it is an NGO whose aim is to intellectually empower the less privileged, &lt;br /&gt;with focus on the primary and secondary school aged ones.&lt;br /&gt;i have always wondered how feeding and clothing the less privilege, can better their lives. how giving 20bucks or even a 100 would make a difference in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;please don't misconstrue, it IS important to cloth and feed them. &lt;br /&gt;but is there really any hope for the young primary/secondary school age ones?&lt;br /&gt;where a university graduate has such a hard time getting, keeping a job and making ends meet.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN a university graduate comes up to say he/she grew up in the INTELLECT projects, then the dream of INTELLECT would be realised.&lt;br /&gt;the biggest challenge ahead of INTELLECT is the psychological challenged involved for these kids, who know no other life but of one, &lt;br /&gt;where they sleep on the streets, wake up early to go beg on the streets, &lt;br /&gt;wash car windshields and beg some more.&lt;br /&gt;how does one assure, convince them that going to school and putting in all that hardwork, &lt;br /&gt;they could end up owning the type of car they wash, &lt;br /&gt;and enjoy all the other benefits of not having to live on the streets...&lt;br /&gt;the power of freewill (another story yet for another day),&lt;br /&gt;these kids have to want to be a part of the INTELLECT projects.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, to tell the story we'll start from the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;the name registration of INTELLECT is on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on this memorable day of my life, i do not wish to sound like such an ingrate! &lt;br /&gt;i have to say i have been luckier than most people all my life!&lt;br /&gt;(how can i say it all without seeming to brag, now?)&lt;br /&gt;am blessed with a great intellectual ability, &lt;br /&gt;(i can be terribly lethargic sometimes - it kills me!)&lt;br /&gt;a rather pleasant disposition, really.&lt;br /&gt;and immeasurable potential to be successful in all i do.&lt;br /&gt;all it takes for me to succeed is just to decide to do whatever it is &lt;br /&gt;i set my mind on and God has been FAITHFUL. even in my unfaithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;i can not thank God enough for His unconditional LOVE &lt;br /&gt;and immense GRACE and FAVOUR in my life, all my life.&lt;br /&gt;FATHER LORD TAKE ALL THE GLORY, ALL THE HONOUR, ALL THE PRAISE. YOU ARE WORTHY.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR MY SALVATION IN JESUS CHRIST. THANK YOU, FATHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to rush out right now.&lt;br /&gt;one of my friends ain't feeling so good and i want to go drop him at home, &lt;br /&gt;he doesn't look good enough to drive.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i think my driving would take his mind off any pain he's feeling. lol.&lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230708-109714707129346060?l=abike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abike.blogspot.com/feeds/109714707129346060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230708&amp;postID=109714707129346060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230708/posts/default/109714707129346060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230708/posts/default/109714707129346060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abike.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-day.html' title='my day...'/><author><name>Wunmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649940529083129211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.thenetworkadministrator.com/pics/FixItFairy.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230708.post-109517122155912599</id><published>2004-09-14T16:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T16:13:41.560+02:00</updated><title type='text'>first day...</title><content type='html'>tis been a week since i started this blog and only one day has passed,&lt;br /&gt;or so it seems...&lt;br /&gt;after i created "once upon my mind" last week, spent sometime thinking of the form it would take. you may wonder that i should have known that before creating it, right? possibly.&lt;br /&gt;i have too many styles in my head! &lt;br /&gt;how do i fashion my blog? &lt;br /&gt;would it be a work blog - where i share all my career challenges and triumphs? &lt;br /&gt;should i just pour out my heart instead - talking 'bout my deepest thoughts and desires, joys and pain? &lt;br /&gt;or just talk about the world we live in? politics, economy, IT? &lt;br /&gt;where there is so much; too many things to talk about, where does one start? &lt;br /&gt;from the beginning - you'd say.&lt;br /&gt;where is the beginning? &lt;br /&gt;the beginning of my self-awareness or the begining of my life? &lt;br /&gt;the beginning is now.&lt;br /&gt;with time, the style would mature and evolve.&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who would get to read my blog, &lt;br /&gt;be warned me get very cryptic in words (and ways), sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let the blog begin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first day of the rest of my life!&lt;br /&gt;everyday is the first day of the rest of my life (and yours, too!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230708-109517122155912599?l=abike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abike.blogspot.com/feeds/109517122155912599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230708&amp;postID=109517122155912599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230708/posts/default/109517122155912599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230708/posts/default/109517122155912599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abike.blogspot.com/2004/09/first-day.html' title='first day...'/><author><name>Wunmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649940529083129211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.thenetworkadministrator.com/pics/FixItFairy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230708.post-109455735119195996</id><published>2004-09-07T13:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T14:11:17.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'>an attempt...</title><content type='html'>this blog was inspired by two friends. one a very close friend ( G) and the other more an  acquaintance (Dipo). the former i hope would teach me how to keep a blog and the later keeps a blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8230708-109455735119195996?l=abike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abike.blogspot.com/feeds/109455735119195996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8230708&amp;postID=109455735119195996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230708/posts/default/109455735119195996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8230708/posts/default/109455735119195996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abike.blogspot.com/2004/09/attempt.html' title='an attempt...'/><author><name>Wunmie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00649940529083129211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://www.thenetworkadministrator.com/pics/FixItFairy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
