<?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-5508476950346673515</id><updated>2012-01-26T15:44:35.053+03:00</updated><category term='Lost a Gem'/><category term='Health'/><category term='Mamories Sweet Memories'/><category term='God he reigns'/><category term='Food Drinks and Flavours'/><title type='text'>Moments Like these</title><subtitle type='html'>The life we live, are moments like these</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-1790157944315100576</id><published>2012-01-05T14:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T14:58:50.517+03:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR AND THE SO CALLED RESOLUTIONS</title><content type='html'>I am the kind that puts down a list of things to do and not to do every new year but by the 3rd day of the year everything is forgotten. I happened to stumble upon something that i thought made more sense than my never ending lists.And here it goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There is one key factor that can either damage your relationships or deepen them. That factor is your attitude. If you’re hoping to grow and maintain positive relationships in your life, read on. Below you will find a 20 step attitude adjustment guaranteed to help you do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop holding grudges. – Grudges are a waste of perfect happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stop complaining. – Instead,i wil use my time and energy to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop meaning what i don’t say. – People can’t read minds. Communicate regularly and effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stop making it all about you. – The world revolves around the sun, not you. Take a moment to acknowledge this truth on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Stop lying. – In the long-run the truth always reveals itself. Either you own up to your actions or your actions will ultimately own you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Stop blaming. – Blaming others accomplishes nothing. Either you own your problems, or they will own you. Your choice. When you blame others for what you’re going through, you deny responsibility – you give-up your power over that part of your life, and you annoy everyone around you in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Stop doubting. – If you think that you can’t achieve something, I have some news for you, you’re probably right. But don’t let your self-doubt interfere with other people’s dreams. Remember, the one who says it can’t be done should never interrupt the one doing it. (Read Unstoppable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Stop interrupting. – Correcting someone when they’re blatantly wrong is one thing, but always interjecting your opinions out of turn gets old fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Stop being selfish. – You get what you put into a relationship. Nothing less, nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Stop judging. – Everyone is fighting their own unique war. You have no clue what they are going through, just like they have no clue what you’re going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Stop gossiping. – Gossiping about others is a lose/lose situation. It hurts them, and then it hurts your reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Stop making promises i can’t keep. – Don’t over-promise. Over-deliver on everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Stop being defensive. – Just because someone sees something differently than you doesn’t mean either one of you is wrong. Keep an open mind. Open minds discover great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Stop comparing people to others. – No two people are alike. Everyone has their own strengths. We are only competing against our own selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Stop expecting people to be perfect. – ‘Perfect’ is the enemy of ‘good.’ And genuine ‘goodness’ is hard to find in this world. Don’t overlook it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Stop trying to be everything to everyone. – It’s impossible. But making one person smile can change the world. Maybe not the whole world, but their world. So narrow your focus.{MOST IMPONTANTLY}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Stop screwing people over just because you can get away with it. – Just because you can get away with something doesn’t mean you should do it. Think bigger. Do what you know in your heart is right. (Read Life’s Greatest Lessons.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Stop making mountains out of molehills. – People make mistakes. Crap happens. There’s no reason to stress out yourself and everyone around you because of it. One way to check if something is worth mulling over is to ask yourself this question: “Will this matter in one year’s time?” If not, then it’s not worth worrying about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Stop being dramatic. – Stay out of other people’s drama and don’t needlessly create your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Stop giving out advice, and just listen. – Less advice is often the best advice. People don’t need lots of advice, they need a listening ear and some positive reinforcement. What they want to know is already somewhere inside of them. They just need time to think, be and breathe, and continue to explore the undirected journeys that will eventually help them find their direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** And remember, your relationship with yourself is the closest and most important relationship you will ever have. So pay attention to it, develop it, nurture it, and never, ever stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HELP ME GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-1790157944315100576?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/1790157944315100576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=1790157944315100576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1790157944315100576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1790157944315100576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-and-so-called-resolutions.html' title='NEW YEAR AND THE SO CALLED RESOLUTIONS'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-3419256927468660187</id><published>2011-10-06T08:55:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T08:56:25.357+03:00</updated><title type='text'>IN MEMORY OF STEVE JOBS - RIP</title><content type='html'>This is an awesome speech &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a prepared text of the Commencement address delivered by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, on June 12, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first story is about connecting the dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second story is about love and loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third story is about death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-3419256927468660187?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/3419256927468660187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=3419256927468660187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3419256927468660187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3419256927468660187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-memory-of-steve-jobs-rip.html' title='IN MEMORY OF STEVE JOBS - RIP'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-8983599854727660654</id><published>2011-09-05T09:22:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T09:59:30.524+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LITTLE THINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxQTETeIMeU/TmRyFPxVShI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Cj8PxOH8pe4/s1600/little-things.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxQTETeIMeU/TmRyFPxVShI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Cj8PxOH8pe4/s400/little-things.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648765267087804946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it's the little things that matter in a relationship and i really wonder what defines little in this case for my friend &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ingrid-hesi.blogspot.com"&gt;Delicate Stems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a trip to Cabo San Lucas might be the little thing while for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hktheschudent.blogspot.com"&gt;The student&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a shopping spree  to milan might be that little thing. You see all these are not little in my case, mine might be sitting in the car and holding hands for 3 hours (Do people still do that? Have they ever done that anyway?). So when someone says it is those little things that matter what do they mean? Little in whose eyes? is it in the one that is doing them or the one they are doing for? I once overheard a conversation between two women where one was complaining about the husband not taking her to dinner on valentines but instead cooked at home and set up their sitting room as a restaurant and served her the whole evening. Her friend then told her it would have been perfect for her instead of the boat cruise her and her hubby went for.... I thought these women should trade lives!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So now that the little things matter does that mean that the big ones don't?&lt;br /&gt;In my case little or big it doesn't matter, if someone comes out of their way to do the big things why dwell on wanting the little ones? Does it matter anyway if they are big or little? The thought is what counts and the fact that someone thought of you and did even the smallest thing like calling to check on you we should be grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson for today every thought counts no matter how big/little the gesture might be we should be thankful....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-8983599854727660654?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/8983599854727660654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=8983599854727660654' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8983599854727660654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8983599854727660654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/09/little-things.html' title='THE LITTLE THINGS'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxQTETeIMeU/TmRyFPxVShI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Cj8PxOH8pe4/s72-c/little-things.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-5692874928816945105</id><published>2011-08-18T14:26:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T14:34:34.929+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE 'MAKE-DO' WOMAN</title><content type='html'>I read this somewhere and thought i could share. To the owner of the original post please note that i am not copying your work so no suing here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qqN8UpXaJY/Tkz3347-LkI/AAAAAAAAAYg/G0W8ictDqg4/s1600/442841-Cartoon-Woman-Working-On-Her-Computer-As-Her-Kids-Play-Poster-Art-Print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qqN8UpXaJY/Tkz3347-LkI/AAAAAAAAAYg/G0W8ictDqg4/s400/442841-Cartoon-Woman-Working-On-Her-Computer-As-Her-Kids-Play-Poster-Art-Print.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642156972737179202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE 'MAKE-DO' WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was preparing to get married, I started getting all sorts of advice especially at bridal showers and things like that from family and friends. But one of the most interesting 'lessons' came from a woman I met for the first time, just a few weeks before the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, Honey, whatever you do, don't ever let yourself become a "make-do woman", I had no idea what she meant, but, of course, she was about to explain.&lt;br /&gt;She continued, 'men' don't deny themselves anything. Whatever they want to buy, they buy. Whatever they want to do, they do. Meanwhile, there is the wife, making do with her hair not being done, gaining weight not taking care of our health, her clothes from yesteryear, her nails in need, never had a pedicure, scraping the bottom of her tube of lipstick! Oh, I could go on and on with how ' we' make do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why? Because the car needs fixing, this bill is behind, we have to use our time to take care of this, or take care of that; we're saving for this, working, cooking, cleaning, raising, etc. She warned me to never become a make-do woman, because she says if you start, it is hard to stop and one could easily find themselves making-do for the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;I vowed it would never happen to me. I didn't think much more of the conversation until one day, I began to take notice, she was right.&lt;br /&gt;Men are a lot better at being good to themselves. Some call it being selfish, there has to be another word for it. Tell me if you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you call it. It does have its place. When they want to play ball, or golf, or fish, they go! When they want to buy clothes, or equipment, or video games, or whatever their 'thing' is, they buy! Have you ever tried to stop one? Has anyone&lt;br /&gt;ever been able to stop one? Let me know! When I look around, I see a whole heap of make-do women, married or not, with or without children, they are all over the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I am going to make my best effort to become a 'make-time' woman! I will make the time to do what I need&lt;br /&gt;to do to be good to myself, whether that's a trip to the salon, or the gym or the mall. This time I'm going to take a lesson from the guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right ladies, single and married... Let's NOT be 'MAKE-DO' Women!&lt;br /&gt;Let's LOVE OURSELVES and ENCOURAGE each other! Pass it on!&lt;br /&gt;It's something we could all appreciate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for a change , I am not saying men shouldn't take time for themselves, I am saying we are stupid for not taking more time for ourselves !!!&lt;br /&gt;Don't let yesterday take up too much of today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-5692874928816945105?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/5692874928816945105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=5692874928816945105' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/5692874928816945105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/5692874928816945105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/08/make-do-woman.html' title='THE &apos;MAKE-DO&apos; WOMAN'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qqN8UpXaJY/Tkz3347-LkI/AAAAAAAAAYg/G0W8ictDqg4/s72-c/442841-Cartoon-Woman-Working-On-Her-Computer-As-Her-Kids-Play-Poster-Art-Print.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-1709323390611366606</id><published>2011-08-16T12:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:46:10.450+03:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAISE YOU IN THE STORM!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was sure by now,God, that You would have reached down&lt;br /&gt;and wiped our tears away,&lt;br /&gt;stepped in and saved the day.&lt;br /&gt;But once again, I say amen&lt;br /&gt;and it's still raining&lt;br /&gt;as the thunder rolls&lt;br /&gt;I barely hear You whisper through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;"I'm with you"&lt;br /&gt;and as Your mercy falls&lt;br /&gt;I raise my hands and praise&lt;br /&gt;the God who gives and takes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll praise you in this storm&lt;br /&gt;and I will lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;for You are who You are&lt;br /&gt;no matter where I am&lt;br /&gt;and every tear I've cried&lt;br /&gt;You hold in your hand&lt;br /&gt;You never left my side&lt;br /&gt;and though my heart is torn&lt;br /&gt;I will praise You in this storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I stumbled in the wind&lt;br /&gt;You heard my cry to You&lt;br /&gt;and raised me up again&lt;br /&gt;my strength is almost gone how can I carry on&lt;br /&gt;if I can't find You&lt;br /&gt;and as the thunder rolls&lt;br /&gt;I barely hear You whisper through the rain&lt;br /&gt;"I'm with you"&lt;br /&gt;and as Your mercy falls&lt;br /&gt;I raise my hands and praise&lt;br /&gt;the God who gives and takes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift my eyes onto the hills&lt;br /&gt;where does my help come from?&lt;br /&gt;My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth&lt;br /&gt;I lift my eyes onto the hills&lt;br /&gt;where does my help come from?&lt;br /&gt;My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-1709323390611366606?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/1709323390611366606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=1709323390611366606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1709323390611366606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1709323390611366606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/08/praise-you-in-storm.html' title='PRAISE YOU IN THE STORM!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-1842010683017128123</id><published>2011-08-05T09:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:17:40.738+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED YOU NOW</title><content type='html'>Just like &lt;a href="http://hktheschudent.blogspot.com"&gt;HK&lt;/a&gt; i have this song playing in my head like a problem Lady antebellum Rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture perfect memories&lt;br /&gt;Scattered all around the floor&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the phone 'cause&lt;br /&gt;I can't fight it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I&lt;br /&gt;Ever cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't call&lt;br /&gt;But I've lost all control&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of whiskey&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop looking at the door&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you'd come sweeping&lt;br /&gt;In the way you did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I&lt;br /&gt;Ever cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little drunk&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't call&lt;br /&gt;But I've lost all control&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'd rather hurt&lt;br /&gt;Than feel nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I said I wouldn't call&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a little drunk&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE VIDEO OH THOSE PEOPLE ARE CUTE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-1842010683017128123?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/1842010683017128123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=1842010683017128123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1842010683017128123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1842010683017128123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-need-you-now.html' title='I NEED YOU NOW'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-2512467003840607646</id><published>2011-08-03T18:20:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T20:17:04.514+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Random day</title><content type='html'>it's funny how people are complaining about the financial crisis in Uganda and yet most of us spare some money to drink over priced coffee and very dry cake. I am not here by choice it's just that i am waiting for my mechanic to bring my DMC which he has been working on since morning. So tired of this car i am about to launch meetings for buying a new one. I would rather be home watching the fights between my kids but what to do! Anyway back to this coffee place, on a normal day (not so busy) you will find that the only seat available is that next to nusty oh i see you don't know that guy niether do i just thought i would use that! It's not bad sharing with nusty a table problem is he will ask if he can taste your americano, your cake etc disgusting. The groups of people here are rather snobby. There is this group that comprises of a lawyer, an accountant, an engineer, and the nkuba deal (deal beaters) these guys have become permanent tennants here in that the waitresses don't have to take thier orders they just know what they want. This group has specialized in suits and sharp shoes! What's with he sharp shoes anyway? If i could i would take a picture and upload it but mehn don't want to be thrown out. You must be wondering where the snobbing comes in it won't it's just that i know half of them and noone is attempting to come and say hello. Before you tell me to go say hello first listen out, i am the queen of shy so catch me doing that. The thoughts that go through my mind are like; what if you trip and fall you idiot?, they will all laugh. So i sit comfortably at my table and do the smile and wave boys smile and wave. Btw this post has no interesting event to talk about its just that i look silly sitted alone counting the cars passing. So to save myself from looking bad i decided to pull out my not so cool iphone 4 oh sorry ipad 5 to post something. Now where is this mechanic somebody save me from this place. I dont want to venture into window shopping it usually ends up into a major splurge and seeing that my hubby trusted me with his ATM card i might get tempted to steal from him. Is it possible that a wife can steal from her husband and viceverser i thought when you get married you become one, what is yours is mine so if you take from your spouse's wallet/account you are only getting part of what's yours. Okay i gotta look for this mechanic thanks for lounging with me. Thank God for phones rather pads and the internet how would i have killed these minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Dont mind about spelling misakes i didnt mind making them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-2512467003840607646?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/2512467003840607646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=2512467003840607646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/2512467003840607646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/2512467003840607646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/08/random-day.html' title='Random day'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-3580581152374077080</id><published>2011-08-02T10:50:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T12:38:24.675+03:00</updated><title type='text'>SEX AS A WEAPON!!!!!!!! DON'T THINK ABOUT IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZbzwjKtkM/Tje_TuUAhSI/AAAhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifAAAAAAYY/TeFBr9MVC6A/s1600/fighting-couple_Lomoart_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZbzwjKtkM/Tje_TuUAhSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/TeFBr9MVC6A/s400/fighting-couple_Lomoart_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636183804247835938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had lunch with 2 friends of mine and my sister; I will give these people pseudo names so that I don’t confuse the characters. So it was Marley, Tommy, my sister Jo and 1. We started off the lunch with talking about Marley’s upcoming wedding and the stuff that needs to be done in order for her to have her dream wedding. Marley is not the kind, who while still a child had a scrap book of her dream wedding. She is not gangster but rather the kind that prefers simplicity at all times not making a wedding an exception. &lt;a href="http://www.ingrid-hesi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hesi&lt;/a&gt; and I have been through the whole talk of letting loose on the simplicity just for that one day but we have terribly failed as the dress she is insisting on is weeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllllll I can’t begin to explain. Well as the conversation went on Marley turns and tells Tommy that if her hubby-to-be ever annoys her, she will deny him sex!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh My World you should have seen the reaction from all three of us who are btw married. This is what followed next&lt;br /&gt;Tommy: Never ever use Sex as a weapon while having a fight with your spouse. Denying him sex opens another can of worms. Why am I saying this, he will thereafter go on strike and when you attempt to  get some he will not be up for it and when you complain he will remind you want you did the last time and will calmly tell you it scarred him (MEN HAVE DRAMA).&lt;br /&gt;Jo: Also if for example the reason why you are using sex as a weapon is because he came home late, while he is out again and then realizes it is already “Late” in your world, he will assume that there is no getting some at home so he will try to look at the possibilities of getting some before he goes home to your long pulled mouth and you don’t want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Marley was confused she was wondering if you are mad at someone how is he supposed to know that you are mad when you are busy moaning and making passionate love. At that point Tommy told her after it is done, turn and face the wall in a fetus position and there he will think he has raped you and feel bad about the whole ordeal. That is when I came up and I asked Tommy what if he sleeps off and does not notice. He then said you forget about your anger for that day and wait for the next little mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I then quickly told Marley that while a man can say no he is not in the mood, for the woman it should not come out of your mouth. This is the part where Men have more rights than us. I seriously don’t get it why should a man calmly think you are going to accept his “I am too tired” speech when they don’t want to hear it from us? We are all human and in most cases the woman will have had a more hectic day which involves 8 -5 job, picking kids from school, putting Dinner on the table, Doing home work with the kids and then there after find him waiting to break your already broken back. Marley was horrified by this. I was not speaking from experience because I have never been too tired for a calorie burning activity but I have heard people talk about it. I think it is rather selfish for the men to deny their spouses sex all in the name of being tired and yet they don’t want to hear it from us poor women. &lt;br /&gt;My take on this is there are better ways to fight than to deny the other sex surely we are not kids if you want to punish him Silent treatment is the best. And to the men you need to adjust if you can be tired and so can we.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-3580581152374077080?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/3580581152374077080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=3580581152374077080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3580581152374077080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3580581152374077080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/08/sex-as-weapon-dont-think-about-it.html' title='SEX AS A WEAPON!!!!!!!! DON&apos;T THINK ABOUT IT'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IoZbzwjKtkM/Tje_TuUAhSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/TeFBr9MVC6A/s72-c/fighting-couple_Lomoart_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-8945381334039573110</id><published>2011-08-01T08:55:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T11:05:21.359+03:00</updated><title type='text'>SERVICE PROVIDERS IN UGANDA AND THE CRAP THEY CARRY ALONG.</title><content type='html'>I was having a Chat with &lt;a href="http://poteii.wordpress.com/"&gt;Pote&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday at a wedding (Which is part of the post) and he mentioned he will be posting everyday. I didn't make such a statement because i know i am very lazy at writing and that is probably why my project has only a title  3 months after being sent to write a proposal. Anyway here is my attempt at coming up with a post today.&lt;br /&gt;I am certain that all of us here have experienced some lousy crap that service providers hired at a function give us. It's funny how people pay so much money to these guys and at the end of the day they give you bitter tomatoes. I was at a wedding on Saturday and I experienced/noticed some of these awful things. I will not mention the inconvenience at the gate all in the name of security check points, al shabab will knock munyonyo out by missiles fired from one of those islands opposite them. This security thing is really getting to me, there is no real checking done, just some smelly guy opening the door doing a peeping tom thing and then slams the door to a point that it slightly moves in towards the passenger seat. Then don’t get me started on open the boot blah blah blah the last time I did my children’s cereal went missing from the groceries I had just got. Oh the wedding as I walked up the steps that lead to the Ball room, I noticed that the area where the guests are supposed to be served from the buffet was transformed into some kind of market place. My first thought was did the couple meet at a market and now have transformed their first day into the theme of the wedding?????????? Hmmmm Interesting, but could they really have asked for this?????? I guess not. The venue had earlier been used as some kind of exhibition area and therefore munyonyo felt it necessary for the guests to perhaps get involved in this market thing before going into the hall for the paaaarrrttyyy. They didn’t confirm this I just made it up otherwise what would be the reason for having a shabby buffet area.  I get into the hall find a comfy seat and wait for the other guests to fall in (this fall in thing I have never understood). A few minutes later the other guests take their seats and the waiters and waitresses start going on about their business. A waitress called Olivia was assigned to our general area to take care of our business, and she really did despite the fact that by the end of the night, she had baptized me SANDRA!!!!!!!!!!!!! No offense to any Sandras out there but………………………………….  Oh this is supposed to be about the lousy stuff service providers do, so anyway after the speeches, dinner, cake, Father and Bride dance the after party begun and as soon as it did, the decorator started collecting all her belongings ie table runners, chair tie backs, and all those “not sophisticated” things they feel the need to pack up before the function officially ends. Her defense for this action is people steal the sophisticated items, Do we? I personally have never carried anything from a wedding except for the party favors so for me that was a lousy excuse.  Then we got up to dance and guess what the munyonyo crew decided to do!!!!!!!!! Yep stack up their chairs, dismantle the tables basically clearing the hall. Please note that the bride and groom were still around greeting friends and pakachining.  WHO DOES THAT? Why do these people feel they have a right to close your party??????? Are they trying to tell us that they are tired we should pack up and go? They get paid so they shouldn’t be tired. I think that was the most annoying thing that evening, right about that time my Mr and I decided to leave…… Ooooh no I didn’t mention I had come with him????? I think it’s a woman thing seeing that the bride’s speech was about everyone but her husband and when she was done he turn and was like “you forgot to say anything about me”. So anyway on our way home we find a road block where police was doing breathalyzer tests on drivers….. Seeing that I am posting this tell you that I either passed it, didn’t take it or pretended that I was going to park and instead zoomed off.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on a more serious note someone needs to come up and give all the service providers a run for their coins. People pay for these services and at the end of the day it is not customer is king instead it’s Customer is slave you do what the service provider wants and even plead with him/her to play music for an extra 30minutes and yet you had paid for music the whole night………………&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-8945381334039573110?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/8945381334039573110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=8945381334039573110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8945381334039573110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8945381334039573110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/08/service-providers-in-uganda-and-crap.html' title='SERVICE PROVIDERS IN UGANDA AND THE CRAP THEY CARRY ALONG.'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-4385372794640673415</id><published>2011-07-06T12:45:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T14:57:59.280+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Drinks and Flavours'/><title type='text'>RECIPE 1</title><content type='html'>I love cooking!!!!!!!!!!!! For most people who know me or have been to my place, have seen different recipes hanging on the walls of my kitchen. And here below is a recipe that i would like to share with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHICKEN WITH ROSEMARY AND THYME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;INGREDIENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Whole Chicken cut into pieces (Preferably Non muganda/munyankole/acholi Chicken)&lt;br /&gt;- Thyme &lt;br /&gt;- Rosemary&lt;br /&gt;- 4 tablespoons of vegetable cooking oil (For a healthier meal please use Olive oil and for a more fatty meal butter can do)&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Clove of garlic&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Onion&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Tablespoons of Tomato paste&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Tin of Slice Tomatoes (these should be peeled. If you don't want to spend on the tin of tomatoes, you can grate 4 ripe ones)&lt;br /&gt;- Salt and Pepper to your taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions on how to cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wash the chicken and put it on paper towels to soak out the water&lt;br /&gt;2. Put the oil/butter in the pan, add the chicken and fry it until it starts browning&lt;br /&gt;3. Add the onions, when they are tender enough, add the garlic and let it fry for 1 minute&lt;br /&gt;4. Add Rosemary and Thyme to your taste let it cook for at least 3 minutes&lt;br /&gt;5. Add the Sliced Tomatoes Stir for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;6. Add the tomato paste and continue to stir for 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;7. Add salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have working ovens, place a lid on the pan and place it in the oven at 180&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those without Oven, leave it on the burner for as long as you want to simmer (PS please leave little heat to avoid burning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be served with Steamed rice, Boiled potatoes btw anything can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that will try it out Please let me know how it went and if you liked what it tastes like. Also please note that i have not added in water so don't do so.&lt;br /&gt;All the above ingredients can be got from your nearest supermarket at affordable prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the cooking i will be back with some more Food and Drinks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-4385372794640673415?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/4385372794640673415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=4385372794640673415' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4385372794640673415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4385372794640673415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/07/recipe-1.html' title='RECIPE 1'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-2707090888649268028</id><published>2011-06-30T14:48:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:49:13.797+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MOTHER-IN-LAW'S EMAIL AND MY REPLY HAD I BEEN HEIDI</title><content type='html'>The Bourne ultimatum: Read the email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Carolyn Bourne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Heidi Withers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Your lack of manners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are a guest in another's house, you do not declare what you will and will not eat - unless you are positively allergic to something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Reply; Well i am an adult and i should be able to point out what i do and do not eat&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not remark that you do not have enough food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Reply: Shya why shouldn't i tell you that i am still hungry? Do you want me sneaking around the house in the middle of the night looking for something to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not start before everyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Reply: Yes you are right next time i will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not take additional helpings without being invited to by your host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Reply: Are you kidding me? How mean and greedy can you be? What if you don't offer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guest in another's house, you do not lie in bed until late morning in households that rise early - you fall in line with house norms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Reply: You must be joking? If you guys are some kind of night dancers i aint gonna be recruited in your shit. I thought i was supposed to be on holiday give me a freakin break Old lad&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your should never ever insult the family you are about to join at any time and most definitely not in public. I gather you passed this off as a joke but the reaction in the pub was one of shock, not laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My reply: Yeah i know that sucks same way you belittle me every time your friends are over and then after say it was a joke? That's what's up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You regularly draw attention to yourself. Perhaps you should ask yourself why. No one gets married in a castle unless they own it. It is brash, celebrity-style behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Reply: Look who is talking who just sent the other an email it clearly shows that you still want me to listen to your old people talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand your parents are unable to contribute very much towards the cost of your wedding. (There is nothing wrong with that except that convention is such that one might presume they would have saved over the years for their daughters' marriages.) If this is the case, it would be most ladylike and gracious to lower your sights and have a modest wedding as befits both your incomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Reply: Okay fine Mum-to-be you can marry your lazy arse son, after all his thing is as small as a toothpick. Just doing all you motherfuckers a favor. Oh PS we actually have the money for the wedding, my parents were not sure if they should spend it on this one seeing that your son is not the it in the sac they definitely knew i would leave him and marry Mr. Endowed Aka i forget that Nigerian guy.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One could be accused of thinking that Heidi Withers must be patting herself on the back for having caught a most eligible young man. I pity Freddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Reply: I Pity him too getting laid by your mother is some sick shit.... BITCH&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously i do hope Heidi does not marry this guy, a mother-in-law like this one is not what she wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-2707090888649268028?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/2707090888649268028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=2707090888649268028' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/2707090888649268028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/2707090888649268028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/06/mother-in-laws-email-and-my-reply-had-i.html' title='THE MOTHER-IN-LAW&apos;S EMAIL AND MY REPLY HAD I BEEN HEIDI'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-856825585935540385</id><published>2011-05-31T16:32:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T17:01:11.358+03:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S IN MY BAG</title><content type='html'>Oh My world do you really want to know? Okay here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E3sr3aU6d4s/TeTxxBf2DnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Gz9Z6yS368k/s1600/CIMG3091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E3sr3aU6d4s/TeTxxBf2DnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Gz9Z6yS368k/s400/CIMG3091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612876860128366194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maroon Random Bag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum brought it for me to buy it I don’t remember making that payment &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Toshiba Laptop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Because I am doing some research for my dissertation, I have to carry this baby everywhere. Never know when i might land on some critical Literature that I might need for the paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Money Purse/Clutch bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wallet is big enough to be used as a clutch just in case I have to attend a cocktail after work and don’t want to carry the big bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Manicure set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate a bad looking nail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to be able to go on the internet anytime I want to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dietary Supplements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be bothered by the gym when I can get myself apple cider vinegar tablets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nokia Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it from my husband it’s a spare phone I use when I run out of Battery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Victoria’s Secret Lip gloss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapped lips just look so wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pink Puff holder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s too hot and my long lustrous hair gets uncomfortable so I hold it in a puff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Toothpick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when something (Meat) gets stuck in my teeth and I can’t find something to remove it. Always move with these or floss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Comb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention my looooooooooong lustrous Hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Blind these babies help me a lot especially when I have to read, or drive at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hand Lotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to keep my hands soft and moisten. This one I sometimes use on my feet when they pale out on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blue Business Cardholder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to pose that I have one. Please note that where I work business cards are not a big deal coz……. Oh well who is interested in that boring story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Flower-like highlighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know why I actually carry it around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hankie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone moves with that. Right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chewing gum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Proper Addict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Kodak Moments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-856825585935540385?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/856825585935540385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=856825585935540385' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/856825585935540385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/856825585935540385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/05/whats-in-my-bag.html' title='WHAT&apos;S IN MY BAG'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E3sr3aU6d4s/TeTxxBf2DnI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Gz9Z6yS368k/s72-c/CIMG3091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-8907616396321519548</id><published>2011-05-21T14:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T14:47:16.944+03:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR LORD</title><content type='html'>It's me again and i ask you to teach me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to forgive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How not to give up easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to seek you more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and above all teach me how to relate to people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-8907616396321519548?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/8907616396321519548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=8907616396321519548' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8907616396321519548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8907616396321519548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-lord.html' title='DEAR LORD'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-618143978312603451</id><published>2011-05-10T14:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T15:03:09.236+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><title type='text'>WHAT I KNOW AND YOU MIGHT NOT KNOW</title><content type='html'>For a long time i have been trying to write something about Autism but i just can't seem to put the whole thing together. One might wonder why i am so interested, well it's obvious i have a child with the condition. This information is not for only families with autistic children but for everyone because you never know when you might get the opportunity of meeting one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very little but if you are interested Google can help you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACTS&lt;br /&gt;Autism now affects 1 in 110 children and 1 in 70 boys&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Autism prevalence figures are growing&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;More children will be diagnosed with autism this year than with AIDS, diabetes &amp; cancer combined&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Autism is the fastest-growing serious developmental disability in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Autism costs the nation over $35 billion per year, a figure expected to significantly increase in the next decade&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Autism receives less than 5% of the research funding of many less prevalent childhood diseases&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Boys are four times more likely than girls to have autism&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;There is no medical detection or cure for autism&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-618143978312603451?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/618143978312603451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=618143978312603451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/618143978312603451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/618143978312603451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-i-know-and-you-might-not-know.html' title='WHAT I KNOW AND YOU MIGHT NOT KNOW'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-130260096416635177</id><published>2011-04-14T15:41:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T15:49:54.061+03:00</updated><title type='text'>WISH LIST</title><content type='html'>Dont we all have these? Mine will not be long and unrealistic so here we go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ia-i6yRDEBk/Tabs_MuKCDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/FROifAO6iE4/s1600/Christian-Louboutin-shoes-Declic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ia-i6yRDEBk/Tabs_MuKCDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/FROifAO6iE4/s400/Christian-Louboutin-shoes-Declic.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595420157545154610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three to 100 pairs of these wouldn't hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually that is all................ Too crazy about Christian Louboutin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-130260096416635177?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/130260096416635177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=130260096416635177' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/130260096416635177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/130260096416635177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/04/wish-list.html' title='WISH LIST'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ia-i6yRDEBk/Tabs_MuKCDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/FROifAO6iE4/s72-c/Christian-Louboutin-shoes-Declic.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-3407716546657981218</id><published>2011-03-31T12:38:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T14:20:55.768+03:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR LORD</title><content type='html'>I hope all is well with you up in the heavenly Palace. I have heard that it is a very nice place and i sure do hope that when i come over you will show me around. Kati i don't want to sound like i am complaining but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why do i feel the way i do right about now? Rejected, constantly looked down on, not cared for and so many other things. I know that everything happens for a reason and that there are lessons to learn from every experience. But does is have to hurt this much for me to learn? What is there to learn? This feeling (Having a gu mango) is not cool at all. I don't want to feel like this anymore. I want to be happy all the time, not worry about what is going to happen next, not worry about the next text message i receive, the next phone call. I need assurance God. If it's going to hurt let it come now instead of the stages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thank you lord for the gift of children i love them they are my everything, my world. I believe in you for that miracle that we once discussed in my prayer. Please don't read me wrong when i constantly pray about it, i am not trying to remind you. I am letting you know that i am waiting and your timing will be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The evil deeds in this country are becoming quite too much my Father, people are sacrificing the little ones to gods that are not going to do anything for them. Too much hate, envy, jealous eeeish this is sending so many people to witch doctors to harm those they feel that way for. Lord calm them show them your righteousness. Let no evil plans/traps come to pass. Protect your people and lead those astray back to your loving arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Thank you for the gift of love, but teach us lord how to love our children, spouses, colleagues, family members, friends, even those that don't wish us well. Lord people have taken on the vow to remain faithful to one another but they didn't live up to it. Please give them that love the one they had for each other when they were running to church to make it official, give them fulfillment in their marriages, families and homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Father we leave our homes to go to work and trust strangers to take care of our children. Lord i believe that you are watching over them that you will protect our children, give love and mercy to the people taking care of them so that our children are safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Oh i just want to thank you for the blessings, love and forgiveness of Sin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-3407716546657981218?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/3407716546657981218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=3407716546657981218' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3407716546657981218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3407716546657981218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-lord.html' title='DEAR LORD'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-2433644708559675244</id><published>2011-03-24T19:21:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T19:35:46.068+03:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADUATION</title><content type='html'>That's what I am doing tomorrow! Yey me congs congs, okay excitment gone now back to whining. Must I buy a dress for grad? For all I know one wears that ugly black gown that covers not only this African woman's curves but also the cute dress you probably spent a liver on. So I ain't buying new dresses for grad and it's not a phd just a post grad diploma. Yeah kinda have to go through that before you get the masters. Hmmm and you pay for each separately people really know how to make money. Aha come on people no parties here, then what will happen once that phd comes through? Greedy no no no party (truth is no money for the party!). Did you guys know that the pound is now close to 4000 seriously are we ever going to afford anything. Besides that my bff is coming home soon with so many pounds can't wait to buy tv chicken and ofwono fanta! Nice weekend people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-2433644708559675244?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/2433644708559675244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=2433644708559675244' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/2433644708559675244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/2433644708559675244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/03/graduation.html' title='GRADUATION'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-7812629382457040560</id><published>2011-03-11T21:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T21:54:59.877+03:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S BEEN</title><content type='html'>Funny how this whole week I have been promising myself to post something here and never got to doing it. Can't even remember what I wanted to rant about. Let us start with lent, I was meant to fast this march but wapi I failed so when lent came I said to myself I should fast meat, alcohol and going out.I  have since eaten two pieces of meat some fish fingers ad a piece of chicken. Who am I kiddin I can't fast some foods and eat others I would rather do it the Moslem way. Oh now I remember what I wanted to say. I have never eaten pork all my life and guess what last Saturday at a friend's house after one two or 7 whiskey  I randomly picked up a piece and started chewing I must say it was a very good taste I don't want to get used to(yeah a moment on my lips). I have been trying to copy some bloggers like mbabazi and stylifiq to Dyi but the kids will not let me. One of these days I will just lock myself up in a room and try to be productive and creative. Gosh are we still in Uganda? This heat its like as if we are in Dubai or some desert place jeez! The mosquitoes are not helping the situation. It is becoming harder to have midnight activities the heat is just too much. Oh my silly car decided to retire at 2am last weekend while on my way home from progs and guess who found me stranded one of my husband's friends they must be having him for that surely he will understad and buy me new one. Staying in this weekend trying to avoid the fight with Apr9 he ehe he ehe fab weekend guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-7812629382457040560?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/7812629382457040560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=7812629382457040560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/7812629382457040560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/7812629382457040560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been.html' title='IT&apos;S BEEN'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-8412323224318970330</id><published>2011-02-25T23:25:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T23:27:09.092+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm</title><content type='html'>So I am at this bar and some chic is over staring then I ask her what's up and all she wants to do is fight! Hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-8412323224318970330?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/8412323224318970330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=8412323224318970330' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8412323224318970330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8412323224318970330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/02/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-149071637666249381</id><published>2011-02-20T16:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T16:40:51.923+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEW OLD PRESIDENT</title><content type='html'>Congs to Mr. Yoweri Kaguta Museveni. Now back to business people we can't all win now can we? In other news what is happening to the Arab world? Is someone inciting this whole unrest in these countries?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-149071637666249381?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/149071637666249381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=149071637666249381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/149071637666249381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/149071637666249381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-old-president.html' title='THE NEW OLD PRESIDENT'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-8370091464886567233</id><published>2011-02-19T11:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T12:00:03.774+03:00</updated><title type='text'>AH SO NOW WHAT?</title><content type='html'>Been in my house since Thursday (okay that is a lie) and no results no kavuyo! Time to get out and find some mojitos. Yeah I know you are judging me it's midday and I am talking about a mojito. A drink is a drink regardless of the time you take it. It will still knock you down, so that darkness pretense I am not going to subscribe to. Apparently the Indians who own a mini supermarket in my home area packed all the stuff they had in the ka shop on Thursday night and went with it home in fear of riots..... Mmtttssscchh. Right now I am watching my daughter try to feed herself yorghurt not sure if it is sweeter when it goes through her hair but I gotta let her be. Apparently she is trying to be independent, at 10months? You gotta be kidding me. Uh too hungry gotta get myself something light (chapati and chicken) to eat as I wait for lunch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-8370091464886567233?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/8370091464886567233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=8370091464886567233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8370091464886567233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8370091464886567233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/02/ah-so-now-what.html' title='AH SO NOW WHAT?'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-358711864742336373</id><published>2011-02-18T09:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T09:54:27.776+03:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT SO MUCH THOUGHT</title><content type='html'>After too much thought I quit facebook. For an addict like me it's progress going 5 days without going to that page..... After so much thought I have decided to go to the polling station and cast my vote. It's just the right and responsible thing to do.... After not so much thought I have decided to make things matter family matters, friends matter, work gives me a comfortable life so it does matter. After so much thought I have decided it's time to register that company I need the hustle in my life, to look for deals, I want to look like a busy bee. I can't say vote wisely coz my wise might not be your wise so all I say is vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-358711864742336373?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/358711864742336373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=358711864742336373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/358711864742336373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/358711864742336373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-so-much-thought.html' title='NOT SO MUCH THOUGHT'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-8506016037793675346</id><published>2011-02-16T15:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T15:33:29.890+03:00</updated><title type='text'>CAME ACROSS SOMETHIGN THAT MADE SENSE TO ME</title><content type='html'>"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate,&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;It's our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.&lt;br /&gt;We ask ourselves: who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous^&lt;br /&gt;Actually, who are you not to be?&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;Your playing small doesn't serve the world.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing enlightening about shrinking,&lt;br /&gt;so that other people won't feel insecure around you.&lt;br /&gt;We are born to make manifest the glory of the universe&lt;br /&gt;that is within us. It's not just in some of us: it is in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;And as we let our own light shine,&lt;br /&gt;we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;And as we are liberated from our own fear,&lt;br /&gt;our presence automatically liberates others."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MARIANNE WILLIAMSON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-8506016037793675346?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/8506016037793675346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=8506016037793675346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8506016037793675346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8506016037793675346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/02/came-across-somethign-that-made-sense.html' title='CAME ACROSS SOMETHIGN THAT MADE SENSE TO ME'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-713383474019697275</id><published>2011-02-04T20:50:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T21:01:39.524+03:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my house my home</title><content type='html'>Have you ever sat back and wondered if God actually exists? A series of things happen in your life and you wonder why he is taking his time. Then just as you are about to give up he lifts you up, puts you In a better place than you asked for. Shows you he is working in ways that you wouldn't imgine? That is the point I was at and then all the answers came through. Most times we ask ask and ask besides the complaining, today I will thank thank thank and thank for what he has given me and what he is about to give me. The Lord is faithful. Even when you just think about what you want he gives you regardless of weather you ask or not he gives. I testify! Thank you lord Now time to dust up this place and get down to business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-713383474019697275?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/713383474019697275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=713383474019697275' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/713383474019697275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/713383474019697275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-my-house-my-home.html' title='This is my house my home'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-5011639352132756818</id><published>2010-06-30T19:21:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T19:24:39.175+03:00</updated><title type='text'>AGES</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since i last stayed up in here, Eeeew the cobweb, the dust and dirt they are chocking. Time to clean up this place so that i can be able to move in again. I have missed all you my neighbours but after the clean up i will be back. Throwing a house party, introducing the new member of my family and blah blah blah blah............................. Time to clean up.... Come back when it's all clean and neat for a cuppa tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-5011639352132756818?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/5011639352132756818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=5011639352132756818' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/5011639352132756818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/5011639352132756818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2010/06/ages.html' title='AGES'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-835350534687737471</id><published>2010-03-04T14:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:56:40.378+03:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES</title><content type='html'>I have exactly 45 days to have my second bundle of joy and thank God there is going to be a balance in the family. Apart from looking forward to the labor pains and also holding that little person there is nothing much about this whole experience.... First the 1st 5 months were hell for me i could not even stand someone saying food, later on eat it i was constantly nauseated by it. Just when i was recovering from that came the big tummy that feels like someone just pumped air in you. And now that i am getting closer to the D-day i have insomnia, heartburn, Swelling of feet blah blah blah blah.... Guys i am not complaining, it's quite an experience and good one to be precise but what happened to enjoying pregnancy. Do the white overrate it? I hear you will enjoy your pregnancy obijjawa? First all you do is worry about the baby, is she okay? does she have 10 fingers? is she growing well with no complications and the only way you get over it is by saying a prayer and asking God to always bless your tenant. Then comes the moods, one minute you are laughing with people the next you feel like you want to be alone... I have on several occasions snapped at Ryan (my other child) and poor boy does not know what is going on and all he does is look at me with this questioning eye.... Then you wake up and don't feel like going to work but damn you have to move your A*** to that job or else you will not have your insurance coverage when you give birth.... Aha i had forgotten about the crazy cravings, though these can be controlled you only pray that you don't crave cockroaches he he he he he he. And then there are these useless women constantly telling you how you have put on weight (like they don't see why). Either they are jealous of your situation or just want to put you down, the other day some woman blatantly told me "Eeeeeh you are so fat you better do something"... Chic has a stomach like a teletubbie but she is minding my business. And BTW that is her normal tummy so you can imagine (Do you guys realize the mood switch there)?. Oooh there are also these "I want to be you mother" women who have the time to tell you that while they were pregnant they never dressed like you (Fashionably) and therefore you should wear those Sack looking dresses for comfort... Excuse me there are maternity Pants, Skinny Jean etc i don't have to look like an Anthill with a sack around it because i am pregnant. Then there are those little girls whom i call "Can i touch" get your own priz.&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon i was in the lift with some guy and he asked me  Do you still have sex? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is stigmatizing like i always tell people in my class when everything is pointed to pregnant women....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway all in all i am glad that i am a woman and God has given me the chance to have this whole experience. Before i had a child i loved my mum but not to the way i do now that i have had my own.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-835350534687737471?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/835350534687737471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=835350534687737471' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/835350534687737471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/835350534687737471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2010/03/updates.html' title='UPDATES'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-3969484171629041763</id><published>2010-02-25T11:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:08:57.048+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKFUL</title><content type='html'>What can i say i am so thankful that i woke up this morning, it was not up to me to have life today but i did and i thank him for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-3969484171629041763?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/3969484171629041763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=3969484171629041763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3969484171629041763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3969484171629041763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2010/02/thankful.html' title='THANKFUL'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-8509335737112760578</id><published>2009-12-31T09:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:17:21.566+03:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>Can't say much about this year except for the fact that if you go back to my December 29th post i managed to do a few of my resolutions.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked the cake is ready in April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to school not necessarily French school but even better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chopsticks aaaaahhhh to hell with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year had me laughing, crying, learning, teaching and so many other things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for getting me through yet another year, for his love, blessings, and basically everything that i am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear ones who passed on especially Gianni i believe it happened for a reason, God's plans are not ours... You are in a better place. I was longing to hold you to see you to smirk you once in a while and mostly to love you like i do your parents... But still i do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those that found love and promised to be with them for the rest of their lives i salute you.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those that brought guitar hero to my placed and we rocked the town thanks a bunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all of you that live and love with no regret i am with you on this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next year.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-8509335737112760578?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/8509335737112760578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=8509335737112760578' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8509335737112760578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8509335737112760578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-4001629394789683061</id><published>2009-11-16T10:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:04:45.320+03:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT HAVE I BEEN UP TO?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School and it sucks so bad, i can't be doing dy dx things i don't understand.... I have memory loss due to BIO so now tell me how am i supposed to master and remember dx dy and their sisters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a project i am launching in April and it is not treating well like the first project so i am basically suffering but in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over Chanel's babies aren't they adorable? such cuties....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-4001629394789683061?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/4001629394789683061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=4001629394789683061' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4001629394789683061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4001629394789683061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-have-i-been-up-to.html' title='WHAT HAVE I BEEN UP TO?'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-3337317128648136815</id><published>2009-11-03T09:02:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:05:28.716+03:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP JENI</title><content type='html'>I don't even have words to say but my dear friend you have gone to soon.... All i remember is that lousy call in the middle of the night telling me that you are gone.... We will miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-3337317128648136815?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/3337317128648136815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=3337317128648136815' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3337317128648136815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3337317128648136815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/11/rip-jeni.html' title='RIP JENI'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-2784175381940003974</id><published>2009-10-20T12:38:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:43:47.528+03:00</updated><title type='text'>AYA</title><content type='html'>I can't believe i walked into office at 8:00am and by 8:30am i was dozing..... I didn't sleep late last night, had no night duties but i just don't seem to get enough sleep. Right now my eyes are heavy, teary and purple. I have killed many pets this month so that lie will not work..... Better skip lunch and go to bed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-2784175381940003974?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/2784175381940003974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=2784175381940003974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/2784175381940003974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/2784175381940003974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/10/aya.html' title='AYA'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-2697675602550354768</id><published>2009-10-16T11:06:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:12:36.191+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MOOD</title><content type='html'>Right now i feel like jumping............. Why? because.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh Lord You've searched me&lt;br /&gt;You know my ways&lt;br /&gt;Even when I fail You&lt;br /&gt;I know You love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your holy presence&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;In every season&lt;br /&gt;I know You love me&lt;br /&gt;I know You love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;At the cross I bow my knee&lt;br /&gt;Where Your blood was shed for me&lt;br /&gt;There's no greater love than this&lt;br /&gt;You have overcome the grave&lt;br /&gt;Glory fills the highest place&lt;br /&gt;What can separate me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go before me&lt;br /&gt;You shield my way&lt;br /&gt;Your hand upholds me&lt;br /&gt;I know You love me&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;At the cross I bow my knee&lt;br /&gt;Where Your blood was shed for me&lt;br /&gt;There's no greater love than this&lt;br /&gt;You have overcome the grave&lt;br /&gt;Glory fills the highest place&lt;br /&gt;What can separate me now (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tore the veil&lt;br /&gt;You made a way&lt;br /&gt;When You said that it is done (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the earth fades&lt;br /&gt;falls from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You stand before me&lt;br /&gt;i know You love me&lt;br /&gt;i know You love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-2697675602550354768?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/2697675602550354768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=2697675602550354768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/2697675602550354768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/2697675602550354768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/10/mood.html' title='THE MOOD'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-5590852064600148711</id><published>2009-10-13T16:13:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:25:12.429+03:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMMM</title><content type='html'>School sucks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allergies suck more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being broke is the winner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-5590852064600148711?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/5590852064600148711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=5590852064600148711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/5590852064600148711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/5590852064600148711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmmmm.html' title='HMMMM'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-1523772511795013339</id><published>2009-10-01T14:17:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:46:16.934+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE K- WEDDING</title><content type='html'>So everyone is fussing and talking about Kloe K and Lamar Odom's wedding while some call it a sham other think Kloe is a lesbian and blah blah blah but what got my attention is the pic OK magazine decided to put on their cover....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SsSSeGLYJ1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/LXgixPss2mQ/s1600-h/ok041_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SsSSeGLYJ1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/LXgixPss2mQ/s400/ok041_cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387592099994019666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think OK mag should have picked out  a picture of just the couple and not the K family who were pushing the groom out of the pic... Look at Lamar he seems uncomfortable in the pic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-1523772511795013339?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/1523772511795013339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=1523772511795013339' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1523772511795013339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1523772511795013339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/10/k-wedding.html' title='THE K- WEDDING'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SsSSeGLYJ1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/LXgixPss2mQ/s72-c/ok041_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-1833860626243514838</id><published>2009-09-16T12:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:26:28.266+03:00</updated><title type='text'>DAN BROWN</title><content type='html'>Yippeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Brown has done it again can't wait to get my hands on this book... Those of you who are interested in symbols there is a game right &lt;a href="http://www.thelostsymbol.com/symbolquest/index.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kati my peeps from Bungeleza and Bulaaya can't you hook a sister up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-1833860626243514838?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/1833860626243514838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=1833860626243514838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1833860626243514838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1833860626243514838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/09/dan-brown.html' title='DAN BROWN'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-7112864265826656900</id><published>2009-09-14T12:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:36:24.939+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kanye West i have no comment..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The riots Hmmmmm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce's threesome videos i am tired tired be creative and do something different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started school last Monday and that is another day/nightmare....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-7112864265826656900?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/7112864265826656900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=7112864265826656900' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/7112864265826656900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/7112864265826656900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/09/kanye-west-i-have-no-comment.html' title=''/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-2141606342228279815</id><published>2009-08-27T14:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:58:27.964+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE THINGS PEOPLE EAT</title><content type='html'>Today during my lunch break i happened to sit with quite interesting people. At lunch time when everyone is trying to like the food this group brings up the topic of weird things they have eaten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chic 1 says she ate a snake but unknowingly, how it happened, when she was in school in the north, one of her friends promised to bring her lunch and she got so excited that the day the food was brought she never asked what it was. Just as she was getting done with this delicious meal the friend then told her "oh by the way that is snake meat" Eeeeew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Then this guy comes up with a story of how he ate a rat in one of the west african countries. It was also not intentional apparently he asked for a local dish on the menu and it was tasty so he kept on asking for it for like a week until he went with the nationals and they explained to him what he had eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what weird thing have you eaten?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-2141606342228279815?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/2141606342228279815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=2141606342228279815' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/2141606342228279815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/2141606342228279815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-people-eat.html' title='THE THINGS PEOPLE EAT'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-4216970453821990047</id><published>2009-08-24T16:22:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:03:19.193+03:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED FOR ONCE</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i decided to watch the final show of the IAAF and what do i see first Natalie Rodriguez Pushing Gelete Burka and poor woman who had been leading the race fell and that was the end of her quest for a Gold. Okay i know some people are going to say that she did it because she was getting off the track but if you watch the slow motion of this incident you will see Natalie pushing Burka down with her bu small hands... Too Bad they could not re-do the whole race she had to lose out like that tough man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-4216970453821990047?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/4216970453821990047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=4216970453821990047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4216970453821990047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4216970453821990047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/08/pissed-for-once.html' title='PISSED FOR ONCE'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-4132009045527457736</id><published>2009-08-21T11:25:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:38:14.874+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;6:40am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. How do you like your steak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rare to well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Taking of Pelham 123 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kampala where the rockers rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. What did you have for breakfast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Katogo with meat and groundnuts and black tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. What is your favorite cuisine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Really good Nyama Choma works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. What foods do you dislike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am learning to love all the foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. Favorite Place to Eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SERENA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. Favorite dressing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jeans and any nice tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11.What kind of vehicle do you drive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bugatti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12. What are your favorite clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Come on you already asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Depends … what’s in the cup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15. Where would you want to retire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kampala would not be so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16. Favorite time of day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;5:00pm when I am going home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17. Where were you born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bahamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18. What is your favorite sport to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;19. Who do you think will not tag you back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;People are unpredictable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20. Person you expect to tag you back first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Refer to 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lulu, Cheri, Sleek,  all of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;22. Bird watcher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;23. Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Depends on the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;24. Do you have any pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;25. Any new and exciting news you’d like to share?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He he he he he  refer to my year’s resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;26. What did you want to be when you were little?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I was not that Brainy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;27. What is your best childhood memory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Going to the beach every weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;28. Are you a cat or dog person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;29. Are you married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Happily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30. Always wear your seat belt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;31. Been in a car accident?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thank God, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;32. Any pet peeves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;People who don’t make up their minds while driving tick me off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;33. Favorite Pizza Toppings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Not really a pizza Person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;34. Favorite Flower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Orchids look good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;35. Favorite ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Toffee and Caramel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;36. Favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mc Donalds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;37. How many times did you fail your driver’s test?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Didn’t fail I had paid kitu kidogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;38. From whom did you get your last email?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My workmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Christian Louboutin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;40. Do anything spontaneous lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I went into a shop and splurged on shoes and a purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;41. Like your job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;42. Broccoli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Is that a new cocktail in town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;43. What was your favorite vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Paris was great those beers mixed with Tequila hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;44. Last person(s) you went out to dinner with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pesh it was some kind of Tea and food isn’t that Dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;45. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;People talking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;46. What is your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Purple no Green okay Greple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;47. How many tattoos do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ti hi hi hi hi hi hi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;48. How many are you tagging for this quiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Everyone who comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;49. What time did you finish this quiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;11:25am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;50. Coffee Drinker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-4132009045527457736?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/4132009045527457736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=4132009045527457736' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4132009045527457736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4132009045527457736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/08/1_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-6991052841399865143</id><published>2009-08-20T10:23:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:34:30.953+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HAPPENING</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at work we had some Farmer's workshop taking place in our canteen, so i happened to ride in the lift with three of them. So there i was minding my business checking my work to see if it was okay before i presented it for signature, and just before i knew it i had reached the floor i was going to. As i was geting off the lift, one of the female Farmers said "Ogu atakuramutsa ahabwenki batakumubinga" meaning This one who does not greet people should get fired. Hmmm luckily for the the doors of the lift were closing so i went ahead took my work to the boss and ran out to the gate. I found these gossipers standing out side and told them "imwe ba nyabo munyiheho orugambo rwomu lift, kuli mwanimwenda kuramukanisa mwaba nimuza kundamutsa. ( You ladies you should stop gossiping in the lifts, if you had wanted to exchange pleasantries, you should have greeted me first). You should have seen their Faces those cheap talkers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-6991052841399865143?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/6991052841399865143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=6991052841399865143' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/6991052841399865143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/6991052841399865143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/08/happening.html' title='THE HAPPENING'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-4762803621797862652</id><published>2009-08-18T16:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:12:19.522+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GAME</title><content type='html'>For a long time i have been writing stuff then i end up not posting but i thought i would put a kalango (Announcement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching the game and now i have finished season 1 - 3.Apparently there is no season 4. Okay i am refusing to believe this, i think because i am in a 5th world country it is way out of reach up until 2015 So anyone living in the 2 to 1st world countries can you find out if there is a season 4 i badly need to know what happened between Kelly and Jason and if Janey's child is Darwin's,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-4762803621797862652?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/4762803621797862652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=4762803621797862652' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4762803621797862652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4762803621797862652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/08/game.html' title='THE GAME'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-91717544967310005</id><published>2009-07-21T15:02:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:27:55.568+03:00</updated><title type='text'>KATUMWA</title><content type='html'>If you ever listen to Isaish's Music you will surely know why i am crazy about it... Anyway like luck would have it he has a concert on the 31 July at Serena at 6:30pm. He is launching his new Album you guys should all come. It's just 50,000/= Hope to see you all there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-91717544967310005?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/91717544967310005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=91717544967310005' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/91717544967310005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/91717544967310005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/07/katumwa.html' title='KATUMWA'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-4922796973843293183</id><published>2009-07-05T20:01:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:21:02.432+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BLANK BLANK</title><content type='html'>At least i am not working tomorrow, but that does not mean that i am going to sleep in the whole day. Oh did i mention that i am moving? Yeah that is why i am not working. Moving is so hectic so i need help. Anyone wants to help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-4922796973843293183?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/4922796973843293183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=4922796973843293183' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4922796973843293183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4922796973843293183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/07/blank-blank.html' title='BLANK BLANK'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-1142152192698508973</id><published>2009-06-23T14:50:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:21:47.827+03:00</updated><title type='text'>MY JEANS,</title><content type='html'>Today I decided to skip lunch and go to town to run some errands so I decided to pass by Nando’s to get myself a hot dog, here I am standing by the counter counting the seconds while waiting for my hot dog, a guy approaches me and he goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Hi how are you today (Extending his hand towards me for a handshake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS: (Reaching for Guy’s hand) I am fine thank you and yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: I am very okay. You know I recognized you the moment you walked in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS: Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Yes from last Saturday at Effendy’s you are the girl that was wearing the very nice jeans….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS: (thinking) Dude are you for real? Some silly pick up line? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically at this point I was wondering why guys go this far just to talk to a chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS: I was not at Effendy’s on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Hmm was it your sister? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS: My sister does not go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then it was you. You were wearing dark Jeans I am not sure if they were blue or black but with a light Wash around the thigh area…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking what kind of guy looks at your Jeans and can be able to describe them bulungi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: It was you they even had some bu metal like things around the back pocket. You were in a white top with blue or black patterns you know it was at night so I am not sure of the colour the patterns &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I was thinking these guys were taking long to give me my hot dog and besides the hoooot weather I was listening to some guy who takes every detail of what a woman wears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS: I was not at Effendy’s on Saturday. I was around Centenary park but not effendy’s….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Aaaaaahaaaaaaaa I knew I could not forget the person who was wearing those jeans, I saw you. It might not have been effendy’s but I did see you. Anyway see you around bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the point of this conversation? Just to tell me that you can remember a normal person wearing normal jeans? Dude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-1142152192698508973?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/1142152192698508973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=1142152192698508973' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1142152192698508973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1142152192698508973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-jeans.html' title='MY JEANS,'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-2570590319937012080</id><published>2009-06-17T10:38:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:41:30.091+03:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T YOU JUST LOVE AFRICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sjid4FUmCfI/AAAAAAAAAXg/jkIHH6W4tNM/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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I wonder if there is any kind of Balance&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aaah no wonder they have failed to climb that hill and instead madam is on the ground cursing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="CY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="CY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Muhima boy who works at a certain supermarket who refused to pack my Tilapia simply because (nomwana wo’muntu) those who don’t click i am sorry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="CY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="CY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady i work with who just told me to help her check her boobs and feel for any lumps. So here we are in the ladies and i am touching and touching but there is none. Then we imagine someone walking in on us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="CY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="CY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shoes i wish i could have in my collection of course Jimmy Choo, Manolo Blanik ha and i can’t forget my newest favoritest Christian Louboutin.... Estee if you read this you will surely get me a pair....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="CY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="CY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady at work i just rode the lift with, Did she have to come squeezing in with me at the back? I go to the back of the lift because i want you to stay at the front close to the door. I sometimes think that the lift doors are planning to crush me that is why i always run in to the back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The day i get to Cheat on Jack at 10 with Jamesons, at ll with Johnie at 12 with Glenn at 1 with Remy at 2 with Chivas at 3 with Martell and finally at 4 with Hennesey and guess what none of them takes me home............. All 8 guys lose out to Tata Baby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am going crazy how do i think about all these guys at 3pm on a tuesday with almost 3/4 of my salary gone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="CY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="CY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="CY"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-2553743631865552652?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/2553743631865552652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=2553743631865552652' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/2553743631865552652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/2553743631865552652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmmm'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-8148398532930400631</id><published>2009-06-05T10:19:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:32:48.664+03:00</updated><title type='text'>PEOPLE</title><content type='html'>I am in love aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh wait a minute this time not with my husband or my child i mean those two it's assured i love them, but i am seriously in love with another. I know i took my vows and i meant them i am not leaving my husband for the other but what is wrong with sharing me... My husband surely can't be selfish he should let me be. I am a jealous lover i don't want anyone to come close to my husband and also no one should put their hands on my other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony is without my husband i can be able to get my other lover, it is my husband who can convince my other lover that i am good. Yes i know i am good in all ways. My husband will love my new lover, he will show him off to his friends as his wife's lover. i know they will be great friends. As for my son he will grow up with both of them and it will be a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my love i don't want anyone falling in love with him, so if you see him around please stay away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SijIpQPVCFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9jXiOJD-hF8/s1600-h/bugatti_veyron_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SijIpQPVCFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9jXiOJD-hF8/s400/bugatti_veyron_hires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343741568934545490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-8148398532930400631?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/8148398532930400631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=8148398532930400631' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8148398532930400631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8148398532930400631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/06/people.html' title='PEOPLE'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SijIpQPVCFI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9jXiOJD-hF8/s72-c/bugatti_veyron_hires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-3925367715093021654</id><published>2009-06-02T15:16:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:30:50.589+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK</title><content type='html'>Hey this was intentional i was mourning my friend butnow i am back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan (my son) started walking.. Yiipeeeeee it's exciting seeing someone grow from a day to almost a year... He is making one on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading about Air France and i could not stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks. Thinking about the agony and pain the family members of the passengers are going through. the uncertainty of whether their loved ones are still alive or not.... Just thought it could have been me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting school in September but from what i remember i hate school, reading for an exam and doing the examination. But if i want to be the next My boss i need to have master, Misters and Mistresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been so much drama going on i don't even know where to start from..&lt;br /&gt;June to August is going to be a time when i will be so busy i have 3 weddings coming up and i need to look my best so my basic plan is to starve my self do some kind of Bulimia bu things and i think i will be good to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kale i gotta go my bride is back and we need to sort out a lot of stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-3925367715093021654?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/3925367715093021654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=3925367715093021654' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3925367715093021654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3925367715093021654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/06/back.html' title='BACK'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-1623593155562672445</id><published>2009-05-04T10:26:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:19:27.955+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost a Gem'/><title type='text'>MY'KAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sf6kdIqrhLI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/F9odyD_cKx0/s1600-h/n79351678213_403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 391px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sf6kdIqrhLI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/F9odyD_cKx0/s400/n79351678213_403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331879829302903986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My'kal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to come around the truth that you left us. So many memories keep popping up and then i get to think maybe you are out there somewhere and you will be coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw you around Feb or march and promised you lunch, now i am wishing i had taken you to lunch that day. what kills me is that i was too busy to come see you in hospital. I am a bad friend. Who gets too busy to go and check on a very sick friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i met you in Feb/March you commented that i had thrown my old friends out. I did not throw you out life seemed to have gone way too fast too fast that yours came to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget those afternoons when we would sit at Al'zawadi and just chill, Me, you, Chantal. Kamu, Nadia and sometimes Lenny. Then chantal and i would get a call from our friends at school that there is a test and you would either drop us or give your car to Kamu to take us to school so that we don't miss out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were those night when Nadia and I wanted to beat up some chics for messing with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your jokes My'kal, remember you would say "Give me some, i will not enter, oh shit i entered but i will not come, Aaah it's okay you will not get pregnant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My'k you listened to my shity relationship talks about that outside countries boyfriend who used to stress me, you didn't rubbish it you listened and gave me advise. You were a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people who knew you have lost a jewel, you made us laugh, you taught us to dance and you were a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye my dear My'kal i hope we will meet again and your death has taught me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss you My'k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-1623593155562672445?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/1623593155562672445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=1623593155562672445' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1623593155562672445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1623593155562672445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/05/mykal.html' title='MY&apos;KAL'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sf6kdIqrhLI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/F9odyD_cKx0/s72-c/n79351678213_403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-6926475327848439942</id><published>2009-04-27T09:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:56:54.458+03:00</updated><title type='text'>TOTALLY CONFUSED</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wished you didn't know something about someone because you can't tell and it kills you? Well right now i am in that kind of situation. I can't even write the whole thing because i know someone will read it here and fingers will be pointed.... I am going to ask one of you to publish it on my behalf be cause i need your advise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-6926475327848439942?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/6926475327848439942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=6926475327848439942' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/6926475327848439942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/6926475327848439942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/04/totally-confused.html' title='TOTALLY CONFUSED'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-3465059664478294395</id><published>2009-04-16T17:09:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:41:17.530+03:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUTH BE TOLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://ugandangirl2.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ug Girl &lt;/a&gt;and here are some honest stuff about me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Sometimes i am a super bitch and the next day i am your supergirl ( not trying to copy the lyrics ) but truth be told i can bitch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Like Ug Girl i am the black sheep or rather the purple sheep in my family. I am the only one in my family who drinks so you can imagine i drink for all my siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My son and Husband are currently my every thing.. In fact they are my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Yeah you must be thinking &lt;em&gt;boooring &lt;/em&gt;but it's my page, while in high school people used to think that me and my bestfriend were lesbians. My hubby still asks me if something ever went down with her... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I am very impatient.......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. My mum used to think that my best friend and i were in some kind of Mafia that is why whenever i took my little sister out ie her princess she would tell me to take her home immediately. This is what she would say " Take princess back home now i dont want her to be hanging with your mafia friends you spoil &lt;em&gt;Best friend&lt;/em&gt; and not my princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. i hate drama queens and it's worse if you encounter drama kings, hollywood dropouts and all those Paris hilton/ David Bekham Wannabes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would go on but i was asked to say 7 only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kati may the following do the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://yourlucy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lulu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://buttercookie.wordpress.com/"&gt;Besti - Darling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apr9.wordpress.com"&gt;Apr9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-3465059664478294395?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/3465059664478294395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=3465059664478294395' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3465059664478294395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3465059664478294395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/04/truth-be-told.html' title='TRUTH BE TOLD'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-5726944992276403591</id><published>2009-04-16T08:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:11:24.618+03:00</updated><title type='text'>MY OH MY</title><content type='html'>For the past days i have had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to share but i have been extremely busy then someone sent me an email about Susan Boyle.... Jesus this old woman Rock search for her on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;.... She really left the crowd speechless after they booed her when she came on stage. Listening to her made me teary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now back to business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this friend of mine i got to know back in the day when all that mattered was my drink, Cheri, cutting class and my JD. This friend is very sick he was admitted last Monday and now he is in ICU in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mulago&lt;/span&gt;. I request you to put him in your prayers, he is a dear friend. I am killing myself for not keeping in touch that often. I want to go see him but he will not recognize &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;neither&lt;/span&gt; will he hear what i have to tell him. I am praying to God that he pulls through, i need to tell him how much of a friend he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almighty God in Heaven, I come to you asking for a breakthrough in Michael's health. You alone gives us the good health and you alone will restore Michael. Lord i ask you to touch him and bless him with your healing hands that he may recover from this pain and suffering that is brought on to us by disease. God protect him and keep him safe and may all the glory return to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMEN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just by reading this prayer you have prayed for him.. God is faithful he will see him through this pain...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-5726944992276403591?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/5726944992276403591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=5726944992276403591' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/5726944992276403591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/5726944992276403591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-oh-my.html' title='MY OH MY'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-7089714772858928057</id><published>2009-04-08T09:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:49:57.385+03:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT SO GOOD!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SdxFZZXSEmI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8OehZCxvFW8/s1600-h/icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322205162252669538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SdxFZZXSEmI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8OehZCxvFW8/s400/icon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you know that the above ribbon exists? Do you know what it stands for? Anyway this morning on my way to work, i was listening to the news on Sanyu and they reported that 36 in every 100,000 women in Uganda have Cervical cancer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cervical cancer is malignant cancer of the cervical area. This type of cancer may not have symptoms until at a later stage. This cancer is the second most prevalent cancer among women yet not many of us are aware of its severity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is up to us to find out if we have the cancer cells which by the way every  woman gets exposed to once they are sexually active. How can this be true? There is the HPV (human papillomavirus) that is transmitted sexually .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cervical Cancer is nearly 100% preventable and this can be done if you take a pap smear and know your status. There is also vaccination against the HPV. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;STATISTICS &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got these from a gsk brochure&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.Approximately 500,000 new cases of cervical cancer occur each year world wide&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.Almost 80% of these cases occur in developing countries (This does not mean we should relax)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Approximately 274,000 deaths from cervical cancer occur each year worldwide&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Worldwide one woman dies from Cervical cancer every 2 minutes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. For every 2 women who die from breast cancer, 1 dies from cervical cancer worldwide&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The statistics above are not merely numbers. They represent some one's wife,mother,sister, daughter or friends, often in their prime lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We need to get up and act now, if cervical cancer can be prevented then we must do so and here is how;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Get 5 or more friends, 5 relatives, 5 colleagues and 5 male friends' girlfriends and go for the pap smear. The last time i did mine it cost me only 50,000/= ugx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. The 20 people you chose should choose other 20 people to take to for the smear and the cycle goes on and on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baz, Eddie,Carsozy,Rented,27th,jny,B2B,Robyn and all the other male species up in here tell the women in your life (Sisters, Aunties) about it. Remember it can be prevented.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spread the word VACCINATION ALONGSIDE SCREENING TO HELP CUT OUT CERVICAL CANCER.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-7089714772858928057?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/7089714772858928057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=7089714772858928057' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/7089714772858928057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/7089714772858928057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-so-good.html' title='NOT SO GOOD!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SdxFZZXSEmI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8OehZCxvFW8/s72-c/icon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-300874226020586683</id><published>2009-04-06T15:22:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:55:15.873+03:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>Just when you think you are having a bad day and life is not going well something happens and then you realize there is nothing wrong with your life in fact you should be thankful you are alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am writing this to  God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Asking him to Forgive me for being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ungrateful&lt;/span&gt; to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thanking him for this life, for each breath i take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thanking him for the beautiful and wonderful family and Marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Thanking him for my friends who despite my bad manners they still stand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Thanking him for this job i don't deserve this salary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; 3/4 of the month i am idle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Praying that he keeps my family safe and protects our children from the evil eyes around us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again i thank God for this life for each breath Thank you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-300874226020586683?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/300874226020586683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=300874226020586683' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/300874226020586683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/300874226020586683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/04/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-9167750153462459121</id><published>2009-04-01T09:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:56:31.690+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BARCLAYS SERIOUSLY GETS ON MY NERVES</title><content type='html'>So this twat of a bank closed my account........Why ? because they wrote in the papers that we need to change our account Details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i do not read newspapers i am not as privileged as there employees to have news papers at my disposal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I updated my account at the beginning of this year and still they want more updates? What could have changed between Jan and March Oh let us see i have lost 5kgs is that what they want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i am totally pissed off with this bank i have been very patient with their lousy system that is never on... i have mabanja i need to pay ASAP and i can't access my salary because my account it closed... These guys are joking i need me a lawyer...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-9167750153462459121?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/9167750153462459121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=9167750153462459121' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/9167750153462459121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/9167750153462459121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/04/barclays-seriously-gets-on-my-nerves.html' title='BARCLAYS SERIOUSLY GETS ON MY NERVES'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-7031608393188938382</id><published>2009-03-25T11:08:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:15:39.559+03:00</updated><title type='text'>HA HA HA HA HA</title><content type='html'>Typical of our roads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/ScnmzRCO-UI/AAAAAAAAAXA/E0pXzwyxtDg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317034603508070722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/ScnmzRCO-UI/AAAAAAAAAXA/E0pXzwyxtDg/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-7031608393188938382?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/7031608393188938382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=7031608393188938382' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/7031608393188938382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/7031608393188938382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/03/ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.html' title='HA HA HA HA HA'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/ScnmzRCO-UI/AAAAAAAAAXA/E0pXzwyxtDg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-5301437091769423666</id><published>2009-03-23T15:28:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:41:06.034+03:00</updated><title type='text'>UGANDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So i don't know how unprofessional people can be. In the morning i went to see an ENT, after going through the examinations and blah blah blah, he sends me to the nurse for my medication. Madam starts explaining to me how i should take the meds and the possible side effects. She tells me to take one particular tab immediately and also gives me one that will probably cause palpitations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Imagine an hour after the doctor the chic (Nurse) calls to tell me that i should not take the tab she told me to take immediately during day time and most especially with the palpitating one....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As i type this, i have some kind of anxiety disorder, my heart is beating faster than usual and the sleep has set in... Luckily i am not driving&lt;/strong&gt;...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-5301437091769423666?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/5301437091769423666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=5301437091769423666' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/5301437091769423666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/5301437091769423666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/03/uganda.html' title='UGANDA'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-8334294185142936146</id><published>2009-03-20T08:54:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:09:45.361+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I HOPE YOU DANCE</title><content type='html'>This song is my number one have you ever listened to a song and tears just roll down hmmmm.... &lt;a href="http://yourlucy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lucy&lt;/a&gt; Hook me up my sister stole the other CD and went with it to the United of Kingdoms.&lt;br /&gt;This is a special Dedication to; Cheri,Carlo,Lulu,Channel 5, UG Girl, Oyin,Princess,apr9,sybella,Emi,B2B,&lt;br /&gt;jny23,normzo,Carsozy,Robyn,joyunspeakable,&lt;br /&gt;Baz,31337,wordmerchant,rented,Tandralicious,Dee,Nevender,Tumwi Oh and to you and you and you.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I HOPE YOU............DANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hope you never lose your sense of wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;You get your fill to eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But always keep that hunger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;May you never take one single breath for granted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;God forbid love ever leave you empty handed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hope you still feel small When you stand by the ocean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hope you dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hope you dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Never settle for the path of least resistance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Living might mean taking chances &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But they're worth taking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Lovin' might be a mistake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But it's worth making &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Don't let some hell bent heart Leave you bitter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;When you come close to selling out Reconsider &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Give the heavens above More than just a passing glance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hope you dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(Time is a real and constant motion always) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hope you dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(Rolling us along) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hope you dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(Tell me who)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; I hope you dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; (Wants to look back on their youth and wonder) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(Where those years have gone) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hope you still feel small When you stand by the ocean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Whenever one door closes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hope one more opens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hope you dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hope you dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(Time is a real and constant motion always) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hope you dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(Rolling us along) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hope you dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; (Tell me who) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hope you dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; (Where those years have gone) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(Tell me who) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I hope you dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(Where those years have gone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sob sob this song makes my day................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-8334294185142936146?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/8334294185142936146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=8334294185142936146' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8334294185142936146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8334294185142936146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hope-you-dance.html' title='I HOPE YOU DANCE'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-7115012336439413398</id><published>2009-03-13T10:34:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:13:58.852+03:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMPLE!!!!</title><content type='html'>I didn't come up with this but sharing is caring it's only scary if it's a man&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Party Poopers&lt;/strong&gt; When you receive an invitation to a dinner or party--whether by Evite, voicemail, or casual email--RESPOND. Yeah, that’s what that little “RSVP” thing means. Everyone knows it, yet it’s amazing how many don’t respond. Even for weddings! Planning a party or event requires a lot of work, so do the host a simple favor and let them know if you're coming or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nickel &amp;amp; Dimin’&lt;/strong&gt; How annoying is it when you go to dinner with four or more people, the check finally arrives, and one of your meal companions begins to divvy up the check down to the last penny? Sure, we get that Sally had a shrimp salad, and Janet had two iced teas, while Beth only had water, and you ordered a slice of peach pie (a la mode, which is extra). The point is, if you go out to dinner with a group, be prepared to split the bill more or less evenly. If there's an outstanding cost differential, fine, estimate it and be done with it. The person who spends twenty minutes dividing the bill to the dime comes off as a cheapskate –- and kills the festive mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Line-Up&lt;/strong&gt; Lines are a fact of life. At the post office, the supermarket, just about everywhere these days. For starters, moaners who huff and gripe about standing in a line of three people for all of five minutes are tops on our list. Get over yourself -- if you don’t have a few minutes to wait to buy that loaf of bread, then pick it up another time. Another thing: Don’t show your impatience by creeping up so close to the person in front of you that they can feel your breath. Crowding those around you will not get you to the front any faster, so give them some space. Finally, cutting in line or trying to ignore the fact that there IS a line –- stop it! Everyone’s time is valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ME Show&lt;/strong&gt; It’s great to hear all the crazy, wacky, wonderful things happening in the lives of others. Jobs, engagements, breakups, boyfriends, puppies, pregnancies, vacations — very good stuff, all of it. But once you’ve listened to a friend, family member, or colleague spout about their own fabulous life for an hour (or two), it’s normal to expect them to ask, “So, what’s going on with you?” Those who blab on about themselves while you listen intently, then don’t ask a thing about you in return are just plain rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby Biz&lt;/strong&gt; Changing a poopy baby diaper around others is nasty -- and we're moms. Changing the other kind of baby diaper in public is one thing, but still should only be done when absolutely necessary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mobile Madness&lt;/strong&gt; As much as we love the modern age, there are days when we long to go to a coffee shop, movie theatre, bookstore, or post office and not hear some teen queen dishing to her friend about last night's hot date with Todd or eavesdrop (unwillingly) on a screaming family feud. Mobile phones are essential, but please, people, pleeeeeeease, use a little restraint on the when's, what's, and where's. We're happy that Todd is "totally built" but we're going to have to start walking around town and slapping people with "TMI" tickets (yes, too much information).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smokes&lt;/strong&gt; Everyone has a right to smoke in public, but be conscious of whose face your smoke is blowing into. Are there kids nearby? And we just might kick the butt of the next person we see throwing their burning butt on the ground without putting it out. Really, find an ashtray or trashcan where you can extinguish and dispose of it properly -- that thing is garbage, not decoration for our streets and sidewalks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pee &amp;amp; Flee&lt;/strong&gt; Public bathrooms get used by everyone -- yup, they're public! So, making a mess of the toilet seat, and then prancing out without bothering to wipe it up -- not cool. Leaving a mess for the next visitor is completely unacceptable (and disgustingly unsanitary, of course). Take 10 seconds to rip off a piece of toilet paper, toilet seat cover, or a paper towel, and do your due diligence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stealing&lt;/strong&gt;...a parking spot, that is. Yeah, you know who you are. If someone has their blinker on and is patiently waiting for a spot, it's theirs. And if you've already passed a spot up, it's gone. Treat others as you expect to be treated, and the parking goddesses will smile down upon you... eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belly Baring&lt;/strong&gt; Men, women -- anyone who's passed puberty, everyone who isn't lounging poolside or oceanside -- resist the urge to bare those bellies. They may be beautiful, Buddha-like, jolly, but sometimes they can be flabby, hairy, and not ripe for public consumption. If you're jogging, fellas, t-shirts or tanks won't hurt your workout, so throw one on. Gals, midriff fashions are never really on our "Do" list, and that goes double if your age doesn't contain the word "teen." There are plenty of ways for all of us to flaunt what we got without sharing our tum-tums with the world. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spitting &lt;/strong&gt;This gets especially yucky when it's one of those enormous globs that looks like it could be alive. Some people (males, in particular) think it's kind of a cool-guy thing to do. We're here to tell ya that no one wants to see you hock a big gooey one out of your car, onto the sidewalk, or anywhere else for that matter. Try a tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honking Problem&lt;/strong&gt; People who honk too often, too unnecessarily, or just to express their emotions are on our list of Most Etiquette Challenged. If you're trying to warn someone about a collision or problem, fine, otherwise it's not that serious. Give it a rest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-7115012336439413398?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/7115012336439413398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=7115012336439413398' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/7115012336439413398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/7115012336439413398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple.html' title='SIMPLE!!!!'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-7338027772163393304</id><published>2009-03-11T12:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T12:22:43.818+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BLANK DE BLANK</title><content type='html'>Totally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-7338027772163393304?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/7338027772163393304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=7338027772163393304' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/7338027772163393304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/7338027772163393304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/03/blank-de-blank.html' title='BLANK DE BLANK'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-6143432464695247492</id><published>2009-03-06T11:49:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:27:08.309+03:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMERA</title><content type='html'>Ha ha ha I got me self a Camera..... okay not really, i lent my ki old Darlene's look alike camera to my workmate and as luck would have it on my side he lost it. So he decides to buy me one and asks for specifications and that is how i got mi self a Casio EX Z100&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-6143432464695247492?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/6143432464695247492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=6143432464695247492' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/6143432464695247492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/6143432464695247492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/03/camera.html' title='CAMERA'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-5604521987115535470</id><published>2009-03-05T08:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:40:57.461+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ICC- AL -BASHIR AND THE REACTION</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the ICC issued an arrest warrant for the President of North Sudan Al-Bashir on charges of war crimes and crimes against Humanity. So his government denounced the warrant as part of a western conspiracy to make the country un-stable.&lt;br /&gt;The government reacted quickly by expelling at least 10 humanitarian groups form North Sudan these include&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxfarm&lt;br /&gt;Action Contre la faim&lt;br /&gt;CARE&lt;br /&gt;SAVE the Children UK&lt;br /&gt;MSF-Holland&lt;br /&gt;Norwegian Refugee Council&lt;br /&gt;International Rescue Committee&lt;br /&gt;CHF International&lt;br /&gt;Solidarities&lt;br /&gt;Mercy Corps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many more are still coming in,from the look of things we might be next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now these humanitarian organisations have been helping the people affected by this war for a number of years. This is going to cause a setback in the lifesaving process (As Ban-ki Moon said). These groups might not have been involved in the indictment of Al-Bashir but he still took them down. Don't you think this is going to incriminate him more since they have been helping out people in Darfur and now that they are packing their bags there might or rather will be a crisis in Darfur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway let us wait and see how this will be handled....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-5604521987115535470?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/5604521987115535470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=5604521987115535470' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/5604521987115535470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/5604521987115535470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/03/icc-al-bashir-and-reaction.html' title='THE ICC- AL -BASHIR AND THE REACTION'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-1392423801667287108</id><published>2009-03-03T13:02:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:05:56.983+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUNDER OF THE MONTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Guys i need help with my mouth, the words that come out are embarrassing... so today i was talking to a supplier and wanted him to send me an email attaching a quotation. The supplier asked me to spell my name (Which makes up the email address) so i start and when i get to letter s he can't seem to get it so i shout out S for SEX..... I share an office with my top boss and my supervisor... I wonder what they are thinking about me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-1392423801667287108?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/1392423801667287108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=1392423801667287108' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1392423801667287108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1392423801667287108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/03/blunder-of-month.html' title='BLUNDER OF THE MONTH'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-3665207754719272046</id><published>2009-02-25T12:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:47:13.778+03:00</updated><title type='text'>MY MOUTH</title><content type='html'>On Friday while i was on my way to see the dentist, i met this friend of mine and we started chatting. You know the not-so-close type all you can say is&lt;br /&gt;Friend: How are you (before i reply) you are lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS: I am okay and i am not lost just too busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Eeeh but you chic you have put on weight look at your hips and tush..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS: ((thinking) bitch please you are starving you self) Oh really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I heard that you got married  oba you are pregnant, ha i can't believe you confused someone into marrying you. nga you used to be a stray party mammal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS:(okay there goes the judgmental people i hate) yeah i got married and i didn't confuse anyone he confused me and i am not pregnant but i have son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Nawe kale bakuyita mummy (Someone also calls you mum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point i am thinking is this person even my friend? Why am i wasting time on silly conversation at the road side in this hot hot sun.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Friend anymore: Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS: to a dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Friend anymore: Which one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS: Pan Dental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Friend Anymore: Why don't you use my relative he is a dentist and does a good job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS: yeah about that i was told that he likes anything in a skirt even if you dressed a dust bin in a skirt he would ask it out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i realized i had gone over board, i started walking away avoiding the next questions, ha Not Friend Anymore was not letting me go without giving the full info and the women he has asked out. All i could say was you are lucky he is related to you otherwise you would also be victim i entered my car and drove off before she could open the back seat and go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to tomorrow................BHH i should/must appear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-3665207754719272046?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/3665207754719272046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=3665207754719272046' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3665207754719272046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3665207754719272046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-mouth.html' title='MY MOUTH'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-8908382838841511516</id><published>2009-02-23T09:54:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:22:10.264+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WEEKEND THAT WAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is how my week - end was with my doctors' appointments and all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The orthopedic surgeon didn't give us any bad news, my son's feet were correcting so he reffered us to Mulago to get him some funny bu shoes that have a ki metal in between.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I set off for mulago hospital, as i was in the queue waiting to be called in, there was this lady who had her child also waiting for the same Doctor. These 2 were sited next to me and Ryan on my laps, then this woman's ka girl starts picking on my son. The ka girl slaps Ryan the first time, i smile and tell her bad girl then she does it again hmmmmm just as her mum was turning to get her phone from the bag (Which was ringing) i turned and pinched her. Yey she started screaming ,i turned and looked away inside i was rejoicing silly girl picking on my son... Call me bad but what would you do if you saw some ka child beating on your precious peaceful one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday i was not able to see the obs she was out of office but i managed to go for that root canal....  Hmmm all i can say is i have not eaten anything sensible i eat mush mush and mush &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday the ENT cancelled on me so i had more time to nurse my tooth it is still hurting....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday i went to church, we did our praise and worship and all. After all the tithing and offering it was time to listen to the message and this time the preacher was recorded on DVD and we watched/listened to the sermon. As the preacher went on, i turned away from the screen and looked down, then the chic i was sited next to taps me and goes like;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chic: Hey why aren't you attentive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BS: What makes you think that i am not attentive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chic: You are not looking at the screen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BS: (Anger could not describe what i was feeling these holier than thou people) You are not attentive either why are you monitoring what i am doing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chic: Hmm anyway you better listen because what he (The preacher) is saying concerns you. You did not offer you tithed and you did not put a crane in the bag...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BS: Okay this is it madam get the hell out of my business and stop prying on me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I turned and looked away, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah i watched  Seven Pounds oh what a movie the only person i would give my heart would be Ryan other body parts can be shared between my hubby, family and Cheri....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-8908382838841511516?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/8908382838841511516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=8908382838841511516' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8908382838841511516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8908382838841511516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-that-was.html' title='THE WEEKEND THAT WAS'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-2647292872572327194</id><published>2009-02-18T15:08:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:11:19.619+03:00</updated><title type='text'>DOCTORS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;This week is just funny is it possible for one to see 5 different Doctors in just a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i am seeing an orthopedic surgeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there is seeing the Obstetrician  and i am not yet pregge just doing normal female check up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday i have a Dentist’s Appointment which i am dreading and there after going to a GP for check up (Actually the GP is work related)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Saturday i have to see an ENT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if all of them end up giving me drugs i am going to have some crazy cocktail......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-2647292872572327194?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/2647292872572327194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=2647292872572327194' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/2647292872572327194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/2647292872572327194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/02/doctors.html' title='DOCTORS'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-7650326833457360936</id><published>2009-02-17T12:24:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:37:10.104+03:00</updated><title type='text'>WAITING</title><content type='html'>Yey my sone has a tooth he he hehe and he is biting everyone that gets in his way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day... When was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was nice finally catching up with &lt;a href="http://yourlucy.blogspot.com/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-7650326833457360936?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/7650326833457360936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=7650326833457360936' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/7650326833457360936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/7650326833457360936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/02/waiting.html' title='WAITING'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-5357890709368770997</id><published>2009-02-13T09:59:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:24:00.768+03:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>Looking outside my window at work i saw these love birds.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SZUd6_7ikcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/XA2pcp0NPM8/s1600-h/HORNBILL+COURTSHIP7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302177035729408450" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SZUcpmOpELI/AAAAAAAAAWA/sZ1CCpcdb_c/s400/HORNBILL+COURTSHIP2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SZUb9_q9ZvI/AAAAAAAAAV4/3lVqnWhVRls/s1600-h/HORNBILL+COURTSHIP5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302174888176215794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SZUb9_q9ZvI/AAAAAAAAAV4/3lVqnWhVRls/s400/HORNBILL+COURTSHIP5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302174350679218770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SZUbetVsGlI/AAAAAAAAAVw/wIGdTP_zFI4/s400/HORNBILL+COURTSHIP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-5357890709368770997?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/5357890709368770997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=5357890709368770997' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/5357890709368770997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/5357890709368770997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-friday.html' title='RANDOM FRIDAY'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SZUd6_7ikcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/XA2pcp0NPM8/s72-c/HORNBILL+COURTSHIP7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-55109312681108570</id><published>2009-02-11T11:29:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:04:18.301+03:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL AND THE WORDS WE USED..</title><content type='html'>I remember those days in the 90s when i was in a boarding school (After we had moved from Ontario - Cheri Laugh away) the words i found being used;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy follow me&lt;/strong&gt; -  &lt;em&gt;If you plaited a small part of your back hair, the other girls would torment you that you were trying to get boys' attention&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep Thinking - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever this word meant........ Anyway if a girl and a boy held hands and then you commented the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt; girl would go "Why are you deep thinking us?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask your nose between your mouth - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is wrong there is no nose between the mouth..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-55109312681108570?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/55109312681108570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=55109312681108570' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/55109312681108570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/55109312681108570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/02/school-and-words-we-used.html' title='SCHOOL AND THE WORDS WE USED..'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-917276583284435341</id><published>2009-02-09T14:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:13:53.328+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am at that point in my life where i feel i need some answers............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-917276583284435341?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/917276583284435341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=917276583284435341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/917276583284435341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/917276583284435341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-at-that-point-in-my-life-where-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-8962128472986922494</id><published>2009-02-05T09:24:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:02:22.341+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mamories Sweet Memories'/><title type='text'>DO YOU REMEMBER THE TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1.Yes i do remember that time when we went to Kireka, the Nordic ice saga?!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. Yes i do remember the stag party and the Total Nakawa saga, and then Jackee telling us that our dirty tops didn't look dirty instead the dirt looked like a design and it was okay to ho to the club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. Yes i do remember block 6A6's knocks at 8:00am and then you would ask who is at the door and the answer would come............Aaaaawin and his drama!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. Ooooh yes i do remember the "tooth echi" guy who would stalk us every weekend to take us to where ever we were going... I was just thinking about it last weekend. Maybe he was a cab guy and just wanted to take us for free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. Aaaah and uncle Bana taking us for a drink, don't you remember the time he asked us what we wanted to drink and when we said soda he assured us and told us we must get alcoholic drinks... And the dimes he would give us after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6. Eeeeh what about the Casino? you mean you can't remember us leaving at cocks because we were not aware of the time since there are no clocks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. Hmmm those guys who told you to tell me to stop acting like i am the only beautiful creature that ever walked on this planet... &lt;em&gt;Mbu that bitch is too proud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.&lt;/em&gt; The Ninja ningo, Rubaga label&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9. Storm oh Storm remember that time on new years how we had to get her into the house? and when her brother came to pick her how we had to pretende we were not drunk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10. That corner in Fat boys where we would sit from 2:00pm till our morning lectures, the ki guy who bought us club beer at steak out yet we were chilling with johnie walker..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;11. Ha ha ha on your last birthday in Uganda some guy asked us what we wanted to drink and when we told him Jack Daniels he told the waitress &lt;em&gt;bawe gilbeys gin nze ezo esente za JD sizirina (Give them Gilbeys Gin, i don't have that money for JD) &lt;/em&gt;Did you see his face when we used the Gilbeys as Champagne and it all poured on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;12. Ha ha ha ha ha the TV chicken in our room?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Too much to put here.... Don't you miss home now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-8962128472986922494?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/8962128472986922494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=8962128472986922494' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8962128472986922494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8962128472986922494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-you-remember-time.html' title='DO YOU REMEMBER THE TIME'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-4465121416284333490</id><published>2009-02-03T15:34:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:44:42.901+03:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD WILL KEEP HER SMILING</title><content type='html'>On Friday i heard about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brenda&lt;/span&gt; being in hospital for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; a friend who had been in the same hospital gave me hope,&lt;br /&gt;On Monday a friend wen to hospital and all she said was pray for her&lt;br /&gt;Last night i prayed, i asked God to bring her back, i asked God to restore her health, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opened&lt;/span&gt; the bible i read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Malachi&lt;/span&gt; 4:2 and i knew God was saying surely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bre&lt;/span&gt; will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;This morning i woke up to the sound of a beep from my phone, i was cursing the person who could be sending me a message at an hour when i was supposed to be enjoying my last hour of sleep. the message read "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brenda&lt;/span&gt; has passed on to be with the lord".&lt;br /&gt;I thought God had promised me through the scripture but i guess what he meant was he was going to heal her completely of the pain and suffering of this world.&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to her workplace and there was a picture of her, smiling! I guess God wanted her to keep smiling that is why he took her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven has surely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a special angel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a time like this Brenda's life should be celebrated rejoice in the fond memories you  have of her and glorify God for having had her as part of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-4465121416284333490?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/4465121416284333490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=4465121416284333490' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4465121416284333490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4465121416284333490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-will-keep-her-smiling.html' title='GOD WILL KEEP HER SMILING'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-6831639127067175226</id><published>2009-01-27T14:31:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:13:17.446+03:00</updated><title type='text'>WATCH OUT</title><content type='html'>Guys i care you about please take note;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Obesity &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If any of you has watched Half Ton Dad then you will know what i am talking about. The diseases associated with obesity are deadly they are instant killers. Guys it is a crime not to take care of yourselves, why do you want to eat until you can't move from one place to another. I am not throwing stones at anyone coz i am overweight that is when i calculate my BMI and i know i am not supposed to be overweight so i am doing something about it. If you have seen some crazy chic jogging along the Accaia Avenue holding a blue gym bag, the crazy babe is i. If you live in Bugolobi flats and you happen to hear noise like that of a horse trotting that is me skipping. I have reduced on the amount of food i eat. I am taking Lemon Lemon and Lemon. In short i am doing something about my weight. It takes time, patience and endurance i am trying. It is hard but i can do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So i am begging you to do something about that extra gravy on your tummy, hips, butt, Cheri your legs are okay but the rest of you shape up those legs.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Anyone wants a jogging/walking partner holla 0ska1zz11 Yeah i am that serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Diseases related to Obesity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;- Type 2 (non-insulin dependent) diabetes&lt;br /&gt;- Cardiovascular disease&lt;br /&gt;- Stroke&lt;br /&gt;- Hypertension&lt;br /&gt;- hypothyroidism&lt;br /&gt;- Dyslipidemia&lt;br /&gt;- Hyperinsulinemia, insulin resistance, glucose intolerance&lt;br /&gt;- Congestive heart failure&lt;br /&gt;- Angina pectoris&lt;br /&gt;- Cholecystitis&lt;br /&gt;- Cholelithiasis&lt;br /&gt;- Osteoarthritis&lt;br /&gt;- Gout&lt;br /&gt;- Fatty liver disease&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep apnea and other respiratory problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.obesityinamerica.org/glossary.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fertility complications&lt;br /&gt;- Pregnancy complications&lt;br /&gt;- Psychological disorders&lt;br /&gt;- Uric acid nephrolithiasis (kidney stones)&lt;br /&gt;- Stress urinary incontinence&lt;br /&gt;- Cancer of the kidney, endometrium, breast, colon and rectum, esophagus, prostate and gall bladder&lt;br /&gt;- Death&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Statistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;- Over 400,000 people die of obesity every year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;- Obesity is the second leading cause of preventable death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;- Over 47 million Men in America only and 46 million Women are obese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;- The number of obesse children is rising by the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If we have decided to eat fast foods only then we are going to contribute to the statistics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I dont think we need this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-6831639127067175226?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/6831639127067175226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=6831639127067175226' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/6831639127067175226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/6831639127067175226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/01/watch-out.html' title='WATCH OUT'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-6706512711276956816</id><published>2009-01-22T12:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:54:05.240+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ANYTHING GOES</title><content type='html'>I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why people who have the best and workable business ideas are the ones without money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why when you tell someone that a friend is getting married they ask you to whom (As if they know everyone )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why i started wearing makeup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why i am pretending to be writing sense yet not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-6706512711276956816?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/6706512711276956816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=6706512711276956816' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/6706512711276956816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/6706512711276956816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/01/anything-goes.html' title='ANYTHING GOES'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-1879970215904546108</id><published>2009-01-19T10:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:09:39.368+03:00</updated><title type='text'>WORK</title><content type='html'>First: Psalms 5:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: Work is getting tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: I am a wedding planner/Consultant and this being my first wedding i am planning on proving that i can do the job. It's going to be heavenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forth: Carlo we are believing God is in Control,Darlyne i want those chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth: Lulu we have to meet this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth: I have not been invited to any grad parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh: Ryan crawls and he is very destructive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that i am not hating this Monday. It must be a special one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-1879970215904546108?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/1879970215904546108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=1879970215904546108' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1879970215904546108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1879970215904546108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/01/work.html' title='WORK'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-819660863370556870</id><published>2009-01-14T10:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:28:12.875+03:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS WHAT?!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay today on radio (sanyu) the special people were all guys who have lazy girlfriends. The description of lazy girlfriends is; she comes over on Friday night and leaves on Sunday but during her stay when she wakes up in the morning she does not offer to make her boyfriend breakfast in the morning or even to wash dishes in case she found some dirty ones. There is food in the kitchen but because she is more focused on watching TV than cooking, she asks the boyfriend to go to town and buy fast food or if he lives in Bugolobi she asks him to call Yusuf or Jackson to deliver at the flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway i was just wondering if someone wants to prove to their steady boyfriend that she is wife material why not get up and try to be busy. I personally love making breakfast you don't have to ask me for to make it for you, you find it ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know much as we are supposed to clean up and cook don't expect your girlfriend (the one you are giving shit) to turn into your housemaid. If she offers to cook well and good if she does not maybe she is not in the mood. But then again if you are the type of girlfriend who does not want to touch anything style up... Just explain to me how do you sit and watch TV when the kitchen has dirty plates that the 2 of you used the previous night for the food you carried home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-819660863370556870?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/819660863370556870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=819660863370556870' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/819660863370556870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/819660863370556870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-what.html' title='WHAT IS WHAT?!!!'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-7752857384374137573</id><published>2009-01-12T17:07:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:30:32.936+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEW YEAR SO FAR</title><content type='html'>1. My nanny woke up one morning and said she had found an office job so she wanted to leave. I let her be it seems like working for me gives people a good CV. Anyway i felt bed that she was leaving coz Ryan was so happy with her and i had started trusting her with him. I could even go out paka kesho paka chin (till the am) without having to worry. But God opened a door for her so i could not hold any bad feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got a nanny 2 days after No.1 had left, this girl told me she was coming from Toro, but she could speak kiswahili, Ateso, Luganda,Acholi and that other kasese language. My problem with her was not her linguist skills the thing is she used to get phone calls in the night from 9:00pm to 3:00am her phone would ring off the hook. Then i thought What the hell am i getting myself into? Is she for real? Her first night at work and she talks on phone till cocks? No she must be organising for a truck to come and carry away my stuff. This one i chucked the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Likes watching TV, here i am giving her instructions on how to mix the formula and she is watching Thom Felicia.... Is she planning on redecorating my house or what? And then she don't make no effort to play with the little one no wonder he ends up scratching her. Anyway she is still around but........ &lt;em&gt;to be continues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-7752857384374137573?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/7752857384374137573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=7752857384374137573' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/7752857384374137573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/7752857384374137573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-so-far.html' title='THE NEW YEAR SO FAR'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-5334372865340570216</id><published>2008-12-31T09:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:55:17.133+03:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR MY OTHER FAMILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SVsXEjzO_RI/AAAAAAAAAU4/3Li3xMltIHE/s1600-h/vancouver-fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285843954746457362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SVsXEjzO_RI/AAAAAAAAAU4/3Li3xMltIHE/s400/vancouver-fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This year has been a good one for me in so many ways and one of them is that i had all of you my fellow bloggers to keep me glued to my PC all year round. If i wronged anyone this is the time to say sorry let us leave the grudges behind and start afresh, to those i love it will stay the same, to those i have not met i sure will try next year. To those i owe money today is the day i am paying.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish you all the best in the coming year and may the good Lord continue to be with us all....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-5334372865340570216?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/5334372865340570216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=5334372865340570216' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/5334372865340570216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/5334372865340570216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year-my-other-family.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR MY OTHER FAMILY'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SVsXEjzO_RI/AAAAAAAAAU4/3Li3xMltIHE/s72-c/vancouver-fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-3051434191197025511</id><published>2008-12-29T08:40:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:00:41.622+03:00</updated><title type='text'>RESOLUTIONS I HOPE</title><content type='html'>I figured since everyone has them why not me... Okay here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to throw out Alcohol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Going to start baking another bun but probably around September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Finishing up that French course i started 5 years ago... (How dense can i be?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dee i want my chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i sound silly up here but anyways i really want to throw out alcohol and study more, read more and have another baby in the process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-3051434191197025511?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/3051434191197025511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=3051434191197025511' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3051434191197025511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3051434191197025511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2008/12/resolutions-i-hope.html' title='RESOLUTIONS I HOPE'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-2443376029252309369</id><published>2008-12-18T12:12:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:26:53.187+03:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM THIS, RANDOM THAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First there is this DJ on Sanyu FM who keeps saying a word that i believe does not exist in the queen's language. You know when they speed up the song and ask us the listeners to identify the song and artist?! he goes ahead and says "We have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;speeded&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it" isn't it supposed to be sped? Maybe it's my English that is wrong. But you can imagine this it the time kids are coming from school you will not blame them if they are asked the past tense of speed and they say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPEEDED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's with people and child sacrifice and what's with people and saying that these guys who are caught red-handed doing child sacrifice should not be put under firing squad? Just Imagine it's your child what would you want to do to the guy who killed him/her just to get 20million. And the Fathers killing their own children?!!!! Jesus! If he can kill his own child what makes you think that you the wife/girlfriend/bedfriend will not fall victim of this act of insanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then Inzi forgives her husband and drops charges against him of domestic violence. What makes her think she will not end up like the MP's wife (Which is still circumstantial evidence) or that guy who hit his wife with a bottle and killed her because of a text message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Christmas oh how i love the gifts................... This is what is on my list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Peace in this Nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everlasting love for friends and Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and above all life for all of us... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Merry Christmas all and may God continue to bless us with this Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-2443376029252309369?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-4324346792824410579</id><published>2008-12-09T09:41:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:48:55.270+03:00</updated><title type='text'>STRONGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;My Week Devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is Love That came for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humbled to A sinners cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You broke my shame and sinfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rose again victorious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faithfulness None can deny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the storm And through the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is truth that sets me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ who lives in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin is broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me It is written&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ is risen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus You are Lord of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No beginning And no end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my hope and my defense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to seek and save the lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You paid it all upon the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Your Name be lifted higher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be lifted higher Be lifted higher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-4324346792824410579?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-674726827849475595</id><published>2008-12-04T10:54:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:38:53.451+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BOREDOM</title><content type='html'>This is what boredom does to me... Poor boy not interested at all but suffering all those flashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/STePj_n7o7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CgGHd4qRJiE/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275843337024938930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/STePj_n7o7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CgGHd4qRJiE/s400/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aaaw my leg is going to be as big as mummy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/STePjhOwo3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/wUeeYumdldk/s1600-h/ry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275843328866296690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/STePjhOwo3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/wUeeYumdldk/s400/ry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see in this pic it's like as if he is saying "Okay Madame i have had enough"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/STePjT2Pw-I/AAAAAAAAAPA/a-RiDdNMDmE/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275843325273818082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/STePjT2Pw-I/AAAAAAAAAPA/a-RiDdNMDmE/s400/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mummy is my foot really that big or did you zoom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275843320367624642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/STePjBkhMcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/aZgXOVx2Q-Y/s400/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You woman you can't even let me play my favourite game Roll off the chair and fall down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275841341415106370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/STeNv1ZeJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/59XGzWdbEK8/s400/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay mummy this is it i am going to tell Daddy Cheri&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275843311414414146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/STePigN6C0I/AAAAAAAAAOw/yPLu4UFBYAs/s400/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-674726827849475595?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/674726827849475595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=674726827849475595' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/674726827849475595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/674726827849475595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2008/12/boredom.html' title='BOREDOM'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/STePj_n7o7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CgGHd4qRJiE/s72-c/IMG_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-3803498671690761706</id><published>2008-12-01T14:32:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:53:18.610+03:00</updated><title type='text'>STAND NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/STPQE6bWugI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-L4ujQgM5rs/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274788371403028994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/STPQE6bWugI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-L4ujQgM5rs/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we remember all our friends, relatives and colleagues who have succumbed to this disease. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we pray for all our loved ones who are with us and are struggling with AIDS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we hope that God protects us and our loved ones who have not contracted it from getting it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we need to change our ways of living, we need to think about not only our lives but the lives of those who are affected in anyway if we acquire AIDS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we need to Bring God closer to us to be able to live a fulfilling life that does not expose us to AIDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we need to touch a needy family that has been stripped off all it had because of this disease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we hold hands and comfort a mother, a child, a father, a friend, a sister, a brother, a workmate, even an enemy who has seen the pain and suffering that this disease has brought to their hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we shouldn't live in the dark we should get up together with our partners and get tested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we do not give up, we stand and fight we are children of God and no Child of God loses in war or battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we Abstain, Be faithful, Use Condoms or put Christ first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-3803498671690761706?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/3803498671690761706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=3803498671690761706' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3803498671690761706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3803498671690761706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2008/12/stand-now.html' title='STAND NOW'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/STPQE6bWugI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-L4ujQgM5rs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-6699602611800510843</id><published>2008-11-27T16:29:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:04:16.025+03:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM. TV, LIFE ETC</title><content type='html'>I was never so keen when it came to TV and the programs they have but when i was on leave i found myself becoming an addict these are some of the programs i enjoyed and why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Degeneres - Series - Who doesn't love this woman?! I swear she is the best talk show presenter ever. First i dance with her when the show starts, then she keeps me laughing coz she has a sense of humour which is very good for a 1hr show. Trust me you don't want to be watching some boring talk show that is all about money money and Doctors telling you how to live your life. How about making me laugh (Which Ellen does) and thus making me younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Perfect - TSN okay this guy Peter Ishkhan is so good at making over people's business. This is not why i was watching his show though the real reason was that i like his accent, the way he dresses and Ishkhans is quite a funny name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac Mizrahi - TSN Also apart from his name Mizrahi being cool, he gave me tips on how to mix and match clothes. How to dress for certain occasions etc. This can however work only when you have the capacity to have all those clothes which i don't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradise Hotel - Series - This one here i must say is more of a scheming game show people get pissed coz others are being sent home. i wonder why they forget that each one of them came solo and is on a mission to win. If i were in this show i would be glad that it ain't me who has been eliminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy Jackson's Best dance crew - Go - All i can say is boy o boy guys really know how to dance. And here i was thinking i could shake booty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment of Truth - Series - Whoever came up with this game show is Nuts. The questions asked are home breaking. I actually think that most people who go on that show are looking for a way of separating from their partners and so end up there to reveal their darkest secret all in the name of trying to win some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others also included;&lt;br /&gt;Tom and Jerry&lt;br /&gt;Clean house&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity Masterchef&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the Geek&lt;br /&gt;Top Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i can't forget the winner Boston Legal My God i just love this TV series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another news i really miss my kukuyu please get done with whatever business you have there and come back. Yesterday i was going through my old mail and then i landed on one of our Chat sessions i read it and burst out laughing, then i cried and laughed again. I can't handle long distance relationships Please get back soon or else we break up(not that i want to) but the aches i get for missing you are gonna kill me. Enough of the mushiness.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-6699602611800510843?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/6699602611800510843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=6699602611800510843' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/6699602611800510843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/6699602611800510843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-tv-life-etc.html' title='RANDOM. TV, LIFE ETC'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-7520270641108218455</id><published>2008-11-26T09:16:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:25:32.556+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God he reigns'/><title type='text'>THROUGH IT ALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SSzro4tbkfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IYUggyx2vxU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272848351394238962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SSzro4tbkfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IYUggyx2vxU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are forever in my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You see me through the seasons&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cover me with Your hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And lead me in Your righteousness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I look to You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I wait on You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will sing to You, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LordA hymn of love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Your faithfulness to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm carried in everlasting arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll never let me go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through it all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chains are broken i am a free pe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-7520270641108218455?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/7520270641108218455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=7520270641108218455' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/7520270641108218455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/7520270641108218455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2008/11/through-it-all.html' title='THROUGH IT ALL'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SSzro4tbkfI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IYUggyx2vxU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-675876845247887009</id><published>2008-11-12T16:17:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:36:59.609+03:00</updated><title type='text'>HARD OR HARD</title><content type='html'>The last quarter of this year has been harsh and rough for me. i don't know if God is putting me on a test but surely i am trying so hard to be like Job but it is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where all those days when i nevre knew what hard life was all about are.... i just wish all that happened then and i live in bliss now. You know when you are faced with difficulty in your life you end up passing on your stress to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say what you wear reflects the kind of mood you are in so i am trying so hard to wear all the bright colors in the world so that they can cover up for my gloominess(wonder if this word exists) and i guess i am doing a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every month that comes i just want to run through it so that i can get to another one just so the year can end and i see how 2009 will start. The only people that probably lighten up my day are the 2 men at least they are there for me i can always lean on them but ba,bi one can barely take 1/4 of my burdens but at least his smile is assuring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SRrbj-8Ae7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3rFY9xlPGBs/s1600-h/IMG_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SRrbj-8Ae7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/3rFY9xlPGBs/s400/IMG_0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267764125399808946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-675876845247887009?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/675876845247887009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=675876845247887009' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/675876845247887009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/675876845247887009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2008/11/hard-or-hard.html' title='HARD OR HARD'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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Ask and you will recieve Whatever you need&lt;br /&gt;You said pray and i will hear from heaven and i will heal your land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-8327018213472680061?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/8327018213472680061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=8327018213472680061' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8327018213472680061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8327018213472680061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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BUSINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAILURES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHILDREN OF GOD DON'T TAKE THAT ROUTE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY WHERE IS THAT BOTTLE OF JD????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-7318531011200950935?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/7318531011200950935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=7318531011200950935' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/7318531011200950935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has given me a great family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has given me wonderful friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has given me a job from which i can be able to afford an okay lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has given me with Blogger where i get to meet people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has blessed you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-1690844146884567531?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/1690844146884567531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=1690844146884567531' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1690844146884567531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1690844146884567531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-blessed-because-he-answers-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-1590841588491549921</id><published>2008-10-15T08:34:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:44:58.589+03:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IS AN ENIGMA.... SO DEAL WITH IT!</title><content type='html'>I love the Big Brother Africa show but the people who are chosen to represent Uganda have something annoying about them except for Gaetano who was a bit laid back and cool.. Last year we had the disastrous Maureen and now this year we have that moving Dictionary Morris... God this guy uses words that are unnecessary. Ask Morris one question and his answer will be the whole Oxford Dictionary. There is something about him that makes me want to break my screen when Cameras are on him... If this post in anyway annoys someone Hey LIFE IS AN ENIGMA SO DEAL WITH IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-1590841588491549921?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/1590841588491549921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=1590841588491549921' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1590841588491549921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/1590841588491549921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-is-enigma-so-deal-with-it.html' title='LIFE IS AN ENIGMA.... SO DEAL WITH IT!'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-4701991714508942861</id><published>2008-10-14T09:26:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:55:07.142+03:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMM WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE GOOD OLD UGANDA</title><content type='html'>These are true stories i thought i would share with my fellow country men....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STORY 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, &lt;br /&gt;Be very careful with the people you meet in shopping malls&lt;br /&gt;my experience was not good!! Read on please.&lt;br /&gt;I always ignored the emails that do the rounds warning pple to watch out for unfortunate incidences.. .. well, here is my story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shopping at a supermarket in ( Kampala town) and as i carried on, i lingered over some cute looking candles that seemed they'd look good in my house... little did i know that some dude was up to no good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was smartly dressed. He seemed interested in the same candles and was busy smelling one when he drew my attention to smell the same... and as he took a step towards me, holding out the candle for me to smell, while telling me how nice it smells etc... i was hit by a strong/pungent smell of alcohol! I stepped back immediately coz the last thing i needed was to deal with a drunkard! I asked him if he worked at the supermarket and he said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very disgusted with that particular store if that's the caliber of attendants they work with! I immediately thought to confirm if the dude worked there and was told he is not an employee. By then, My heart started racing at a dangerous pace! I was prompted to pray quietly in my heart to God, to help me not loose consciousness and to keep me safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knees were getting weaker and weaker and hands shaking and my head lighter and lighter. I tried to tell 3 other persons that 'that dude over there' is up to no good and they all gave me that stare like 'duh!' anyways, i got my phone out and called for help from my office as its just around the corner. All the while 'that dude' made sure i was always in sight... (i guess waiting for when the drug would take full effect and then he'd bounce on his helpless victim...) Help arrived in good time and i was taken to hospital. Luckily, i hadn't sniffed lethal quantities as i stepped back very very quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kindly be careful who you talk to even as you do your shopping ladies and probably gentlemen too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are probably asking what would such a dude do? He'd wait till you are strength wears out and you loose consciousness then he'd pretend you guys were together and he'd even hire a cab and take you to an unknown destination while robbing and God knows whatever else they would have in their filthy mind to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today being Monday, withdrawal symptoms are still evident, what with an unexplainable headache and drowsiness and excessive fatigue etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STORY 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man came over and offered his services as a painter to a female putting gas in her car and left his card. She said no, but accepted his card out of kindness and got in the car. The man then got into a car driven by another gentleman. As the lady left the service station, she saw the men following her out of the station at the same time. Almost immediately, she started to feel dizzy and could not catch her breath. She tried to open the window and realized that the odor was on her hand; the same hand which accepted the card from the gentleman at the gas station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then noticed the men were immediately behind her and she felt she needed to do something at that moment. She drove into the first driveway and began to honk her horn repeatedly to ask for help. The men drove away but the lady still felt pretty bad for several minutes after she could finally catch her breath. Apparently there was a substance on the card that could have seriously injured her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drug is called 'BURUNDANGA 'and it is used by people who wish to&lt;br /&gt;Incapacitate a victim in order to steal from or take advantage of them.&lt;br /&gt;This drug is four times more dangerous than the date rape drug and is transferable on simple cards.&lt;br /&gt;So take heed and make sure you don't accept cards at any given time alone or&lt;br /&gt;From someone on the streets. This applies to those making house calls and slipping you a card when they offer their services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS ONE ALMOST KILLED ME PEOPLE ARE SO RUTHLESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman had gone with her three children for shopping at garden city.&lt;br /&gt;After She was done with shopping they sat in one of the restaurants for eats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were ordering her 10-year old son in P.4, said he wanted to go&lt;br /&gt;for a short call first and he went. So they ordered and waited for him to&lt;br /&gt;come back and make an order, the boy was not returning! They started eating&lt;br /&gt;the boy was not returning. The mother felt uneasy and went to the loos to&lt;br /&gt;check!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found the boy bent on the sink crying as he could not move even for&lt;br /&gt;an inch!!! The mother got hold of the boy and tried to inquire what had&lt;br /&gt;happened! The boy revealed he had found a "big" man in the loos, with a sharp&lt;br /&gt;knife, put him on gunpoint and "sodomised" him. The boy was in terrible pain&lt;br /&gt;and he was bleeding too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman made a lot of noise and the security people tried to check&lt;br /&gt;but they could not find the wrong man as he had already taken off in a&lt;br /&gt;white saloon car. That's all they could tell. Meanwhile, another woman by the&lt;br /&gt;restaurant said she had seen a nice looking young man" kabody" leaving&lt;br /&gt;the loos hurriedly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too late... he was gone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the law protecting our children? Why has the story not&lt;br /&gt;appeared in any of the papers so that parents out there get to know of this inhuman&lt;br /&gt;act!!!!! And why is garden city employing all those guards???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these questions remain unanswered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appeal to you; when you are in a public place, try to be cautious,&lt;br /&gt;when a kid want to go for a short call escort him/her to the female side&lt;br /&gt;whether he is big or not, or if you are in company of the dad, please let him&lt;br /&gt;escort the kid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much as God protects us but we need to play our part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story touched me and imagine it could have been one of my sons and&lt;br /&gt;I thought of sharing it with you especially the mothers!!!!!!! But share&lt;br /&gt;it with fathers too since sometimes they go out with children alone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-4701991714508942861?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/4701991714508942861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=4701991714508942861' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4701991714508942861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4701991714508942861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmmm-whatever-happened-to-good-old.html' title='HMMM WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE GOOD OLD UGANDA'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-8484091953848966200</id><published>2008-10-08T16:02:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:08:59.507+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER WEEK GONE</title><content type='html'>Yay i love weekends coz i get to chill with the little angel but this weekend it's going to be different. I have a kasiki today, bridal shower tomorrow, and introduction ceremony on sato too bad sweety will not be in my proggie but i hope his Daddy will fill in for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to baby sit? i swear he is adorable just holla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-8484091953848966200?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/8484091953848966200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=8484091953848966200' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8484091953848966200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8484091953848966200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-week-gone.html' title='ANOTHER WEEK GONE'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-142511212851617550</id><published>2008-10-06T16:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:42:17.878+03:00</updated><title type='text'>OH UGANDA</title><content type='html'>I am so disappointed in the pastors in this country Sodomy?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so disappointed in the banks in this country. Stealing the .83shs i get as my salary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so disappointed in the so called politicians of this country. Thieves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so disappointed in 9Th Oct 2008 it should have been on a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is such a darling he has learnt how to sit now that has made him rebel going to bed. He will stay sitted on my laps, doze and wake up so that he does not have to be taken to bed... Don't we all love new experiences..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-142511212851617550?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/142511212851617550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=142511212851617550' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/142511212851617550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/142511212851617550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-uganda.html' title='OH UGANDA'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-4875571210197616280</id><published>2008-09-19T11:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:23:31.276+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive Forgive</title><content type='html'>It's been long, i have too much on my plate right now. The baby does not sleep through the night so we have that time when he wakes up (3:00am) and starts talking to me not considering the fact that i have to go to work the following morning (as if he knows) and then we sleep at 5:00am and before i know it its 6:30am and i have to get up and get ready for work. Leaving that aside i am looking for a new job and also selling houses will let you know about this soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless all of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-4875571210197616280?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/4875571210197616280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=4875571210197616280' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4875571210197616280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4875571210197616280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2008/09/forgive-forgive.html' title='Forgive Forgive'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-8715456104091036432</id><published>2008-09-05T09:24:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:45:52.973+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BABY BOY</title><content type='html'>I said we would be 2 the next time i come back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SMDUcdH_uoI/AAAAAAAAANo/CxawHOgPeUc/s1600-h/Ryan+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SMDUcdH_uoI/AAAAAAAAANo/CxawHOgPeUc/s400/Ryan+051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242423551578847874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SMDUcriYcgI/AAAAAAAAANw/Qth1N8uUw10/s1600-h/Ryan+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SMDUcriYcgI/AAAAAAAAANw/Qth1N8uUw10/s400/Ryan+141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242423555447616002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SMDUc-IacTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6ekUK2kkyJ0/s1600-h/Ryan+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SMDUc-IacTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/6ekUK2kkyJ0/s400/Ryan+139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242423560438968626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SMDUdLBnFfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_z6eGPaBByU/s1600-h/Ryan+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SMDUdLBnFfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_z6eGPaBByU/s400/Ryan+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242423563900098034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Carlo doing her thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SMDUdSTn4mI/AAAAAAAAAOI/d-ECOljlu48/s1600-h/Ryan+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SMDUdSTn4mI/AAAAAAAAAOI/d-ECOljlu48/s400/Ryan+082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242423565854696034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-8715456104091036432?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/8715456104091036432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=8715456104091036432' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8715456104091036432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/8715456104091036432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-boy.html' title='THE BABY BOY'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SMDUcdH_uoI/AAAAAAAAANo/CxawHOgPeUc/s72-c/Ryan+051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-3286599384145699612</id><published>2008-09-03T15:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:41:16.419+03:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO ANY BODY HOME???</title><content type='html'>Wow this place still looks the see both LOVE and HATE are still co habiting here... Anyway i am trying to upload pics but that option is not showing don't know if its possible to cpoy and paste...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-3286599384145699612?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/3286599384145699612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=3286599384145699612' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3286599384145699612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/3286599384145699612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-any-body-home.html' title='HELLO ANY BODY HOME???'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-2240233318409316029</id><published>2008-06-04T13:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:18:52.964+03:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO LONG</title><content type='html'>Don't think i can stay away for so long.... Didn't i say the next time i pop in we will be 2? Number 2  is taking time to get here keep waiting...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-2240233318409316029?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/2240233318409316029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=2240233318409316029' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/2240233318409316029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/2240233318409316029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2008/06/too-long.html' title='TOO LONG'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-4808066086367112435</id><published>2008-05-26T11:22:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:24:29.840+03:00</updated><title type='text'>20 DAYS!!!</title><content type='html'>It's been a busy month, that is why i have blogged less. I am going to take a 4 months leave starting Monday and when i get back, make space for 2 coz i ain't coming alone....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-4808066086367112435?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/4808066086367112435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=4808066086367112435' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4808066086367112435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4808066086367112435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2008/05/20-days.html' title='20 DAYS!!!'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-4436398628218710196</id><published>2008-05-15T10:35:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:01:20.236+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE 6 ABOUT ME</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by some people, i don't remember the rules and therefore i will not tag anyone but here goes my 6.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like counting, this does not mean that i loved Maths while in school i am just addicted to counting. I count the number of letters in a word, Phrase or Sentence, I count the number of squares in ceiling, the steps at work i am about to start counting the grains of sugar and rice i eat. Oh when my hair is plaited trust me i know the number of braids or con rows on my head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't sleep without shaking my foot, at one point my husband has asked me if i am developing a fever but that is the only way i get soothed to sleep. I don't know how this works or when it stops once i drift off but i can't sleep unless my foot is in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I think about death alot, i imagine how i will die and what people's reactions will be like, i think about how my loved ones will die and i am telling you this sends  me into a fit of tears i cry for hours and then pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am biologically Second born in a family of 3 and 3rd Born in the God given family of 4. We are all girls...... Let me post a picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SCvrclzXcmI/AAAAAAAAANQ/UnrFQztweUg/s1600-h/SANY2602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SCvrclzXcmI/AAAAAAAAANQ/UnrFQztweUg/s400/SANY2602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200509071145792098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I Hate, loath, Fear Cockroaches, oh God i can't even talk about it just know when i see one my life stops for like a second.... Ugly creature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SCvr0FzXcnI/AAAAAAAAANY/J-g39Wl2NHM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SCvr0FzXcnI/AAAAAAAAANY/J-g39Wl2NHM/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200509474872717938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have failed to eat Pork, not that i have bothered to try but every time i remember what it looks like before it turns into pork i just pass for another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SCvtfVzXcoI/AAAAAAAAANg/mJq7EUhttSU/s1600-h/imagesp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SCvtfVzXcoI/AAAAAAAAANg/mJq7EUhttSU/s400/imagesp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200511317413687938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said about me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-4436398628218710196?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/4436398628218710196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=4436398628218710196' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4436398628218710196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/4436398628218710196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2008/05/6-about-me.html' title='THE 6 ABOUT ME'/><author><name>Be silent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145035358933008769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/Sbi1VscTTLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tyhWXf4mn7o/S220/n667594849_878320_5021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nYgmJqncWfE/SCvrclzXcmI/AAAAAAAAANQ/UnrFQztweUg/s72-c/SANY2602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5508476950346673515.post-51510024173004969</id><published>2008-05-14T14:38:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:54:39.891+03:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IS STRANGE!!!!! IS IT?</title><content type='html'>Hey how is your week going? As you can see i got none to write about so really.... Nice week Oh and By the way my bosses are away Yippy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5508476950346673515-51510024173004969?l=chichib.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/feeds/51510024173004969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5508476950346673515&amp;postID=51510024173004969' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/51510024173004969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5508476950346673515/posts/default/51510024173004969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chichib.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-is-strange-is-it.html' title='LIFE IS STRANGE!!!!! 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