<?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-7753590223319779211</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:48:56.349-07:00</updated><category term='cool'/><category term='2009'/><category term='cherish'/><category term='Poet'/><category term='procastination'/><category term='Passion of Christ'/><category term='game'/><category term='labels'/><category term='blog'/><category term='2008'/><category term='destiny'/><category term='Welcome'/><category term='values.philosophies'/><title type='text'>Insights</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koolaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753590223319779211/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koolaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>koolaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15806756907530769598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753590223319779211.post-734132425471302387</id><published>2009-01-05T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T03:23:01.336-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion of Christ'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2009 bring you much more than you expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Passion of Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this movie by Mel Gibson some time ago. Such an intense movie. I marvelled at the cruelty shown by the soldiers to Our Lord. Imagine what Christ went through for my sins, what a humbling feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking before I judge the soldiers and crowd, if i were born in that time and was present during the episode what will I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary the blessed mother of Christ, you could feel her pain but she was so courageous and strong. She never broke down because she realised that it was necessary for God's will to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I be like Veronica-the brave woman who risked her life to wipe the blood from the face of the Lord. So great was her love and sorrow for Jesus that she forgot every other thing just to show her love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or like Simon of Cyrene, that was asked to help the Lord carry the cross. Reluctant at first, but when he saw the inhuman cruelty shown by the soldiers he defied their wrath and helped Him. He saw the supremacy of God and the injustice of it all. He left a broken but changed man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I be like part of the crowd who would be saying to themselves, he doesn’t deserve this but stand by the sidelines feeling sorry for Him but doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the Jews and soldiers who thought they were doing the right thing by obeying orders and for some their own selfish interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming I was born in that era, what would i do-i wonder? But then again even in this time and age, injustice still happens so the question always arises what will you do-will you do something about it or stand by the sidelines feeling sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Wole Soyinka said "The man died who stood silent in the midst of tyranny".&lt;br /&gt;It’s really a food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I pray that when the time comes,i'll be courageous and wise in doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753590223319779211-734132425471302387?l=koolaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koolaries.blogspot.com/feeds/734132425471302387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753590223319779211.post-2969043274517386448</id><published>2008-12-30T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:11:16.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>Letter to my Poet-Series 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Procastination is something i really need to kick out of my life in 2008-get thee behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway this will be my last post on these series,maybe i will compile all the letters and present to my dearest poet someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Meanwhile three hearty cheers for 2008,it was a great year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do i know what you feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the love in your eyes and feel it in your touch&lt;br /&gt;But i need to hear it&lt;br /&gt;To hear you say my name with longing&lt;br /&gt;To hear you whisper words of love for me in my ears&lt;br /&gt;Why do u keep it locked up inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;Are you so unwilling to give yourself completely&lt;br /&gt;Who has broken your heart and made you reluctant to trust again&lt;br /&gt;When i was unknown you revealed yourself...do u need a cloak of secrecy to speak your innermost thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;A stranger you were once to me&lt;br /&gt;But to the mystery lady you made yourself known&lt;br /&gt;I need to know how i make you feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Signed Mystery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A poem for a poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What ails you my poet&lt;br /&gt;What questions are in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Why do you look to the skies for answers&lt;br /&gt;Do you seek wisdom?&lt;br /&gt;God has it just ask Him for it&lt;br /&gt;Do you seek success&lt;br /&gt;You are a success already&lt;br /&gt;Do you seek love&lt;br /&gt;Look no further&lt;br /&gt;Cause its right by your side&lt;br /&gt;Me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753590223319779211-2969043274517386448?l=koolaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753590223319779211.post-4528295438547710132</id><published>2008-08-14T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:09:22.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to my Poet-Series 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been on AWOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;So sorry abot that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letters continue........&lt;br /&gt;I promise to post more often !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Revelation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you hurt by my revelation, my poet? What did you feel at first-shock? disgust? disappointment even? amusement? You refused to tell me but i could read in your eyes that you felt betrayed and i apologise for that but not so much...&lt;br /&gt;The game made me know things about you that wouldn’t have been revealed so early in the relationship and my impatience could not wait...&lt;br /&gt;Did you feel surprise that the girl you were intrigued with was me-your friend!!!Did it spoil the mystery? I think it has, because with my revelation you will put up a wall and want to know the motive behind any question i ask........Alas that’s the price i get to pay for being the ‘known’&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgiven me yet or are u bidding your time to revenge? It will be too bold for me to think you will forgive and forget but don’t be too hard my dear; all is well that ends well!!!&lt;br /&gt;We all need a fantasy in our lives and i would like to think i fulfilled a part of yours because you were mine........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed: Mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753590223319779211-4528295438547710132?l=koolaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koolaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4528295438547710132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753590223319779211&amp;postID=4528295438547710132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753590223319779211/posts/default/4528295438547710132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753590223319779211/posts/default/4528295438547710132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koolaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/revelation.html' title='Letters to my Poet-Series 3'/><author><name>koolaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15806756907530769598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753590223319779211.post-5395442947931914500</id><published>2008-07-18T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:10:20.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Letters to my Poet- Series 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A meeting with destiny??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The time had come- i wanted more from the game. The daydreams had started- my dreams and thoughts were filled with you. Was this real? Is this not the same person i know or didn’t i know him well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted to meet you; you wanted to meet me to check my authencity as well.&lt;br /&gt;The time was here...At the last moment i backed out i couldn’t keep up with the deception again. it was time to make a choice; reveal it all, break away or keep my longing to myself and just be a buddy to you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then you arrived...I played it cool, couldn’t show i was the one you wrote to of your passions, the one you composed a poem telling your longing for me. No way not yet!!!&lt;br /&gt;I showed up as me without the pretensions of mystery but to my surprise you still liked me...&lt;br /&gt;Each moment spent with you was a revelation. I could fill a book with the things i came to like about you-the cute smile, the non-defeatist attitude, the optimism, the wisdom, the kindness, and so much more no wonder you had all those ladies in a flutter..Be careful my poet, don’t meet a bad girl o she just might lock you up!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without the mystery or enticing words, closeness was being formed.......It was time.&lt;br /&gt;I told............&lt;br /&gt;Signed: Mystery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753590223319779211-5395442947931914500?l=koolaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koolaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5395442947931914500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753590223319779211&amp;postID=5395442947931914500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753590223319779211/posts/default/5395442947931914500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753590223319779211/posts/default/5395442947931914500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koolaries.blogspot.com/2008/07/letters-to-my-poet-series-2.html' title='Letters to my Poet- Series 2'/><author><name>koolaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15806756907530769598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753590223319779211.post-5568395494757397277</id><published>2008-07-07T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:07:39.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Letters to my Poet -Series 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In subsequent weeks i will publish a letter out of a series titled letters to a poet.&lt;br /&gt;This is an unburdening of my soul, an outlet to express myself and declare my affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was just a game...........or so i thought!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started as a game-&lt;br /&gt;I thought you had studied me so well that you could identify me in a crowd without even seeing me.So, to hear my voice and not recognise it was a blow to my ego and i decided to play a trick on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas you had other plans for me unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taunted, i reciprocated and so the texting war began.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the mystery lady you thought was “unknown” you revealed yourself- much more than i had ever known. You spoke of your search for love and despair, your achievements and loneliness and with each message i could feel myself sinking deeper and deeper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were just like me.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself looking forward to a message from you-it was one of the highlights of my day.&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed with your wit, admired your achievements and was wowed by your talents.&lt;br /&gt;I became adept in the role of the mystery lady and could sense your longing for the mysterious one with each message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not the plan!!!!It was meant to be a trick, i would tease you about it later and we would laugh over it but i was intrigued. You unburdened yourself with no pretensions and i wondered if it was wise to reveal myself or continue to hide behind the cloak of mystery for a while...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder -we reveal so much of ourselves when we think nobody is watching. An author once said we all have different faces, one we reveal to all and the other when we are alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dilemma that i left to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing you i loved you but now I know you I cherish you-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed: Moi&lt;/span&gt;&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/7753590223319779211-5568395494757397277?l=koolaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koolaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5568395494757397277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753590223319779211&amp;postID=5568395494757397277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753590223319779211/posts/default/5568395494757397277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753590223319779211/posts/default/5568395494757397277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koolaries.blogspot.com/2008/07/letters-to-my-poet.html' title='Letters to my Poet -Series 1'/><author><name>koolaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15806756907530769598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753590223319779211.post-159427028382752642</id><published>2008-07-07T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:21:59.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='values.philosophies'/><title type='text'>LABELS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are sayings like “first impressions make a lasting impression” “Dress the way you want to be addressed”....&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to accept those sayings.&lt;br /&gt;We have taken such sayings to heart such that if someone does not fulfill your expectations at the first instance they are dismissed as being unworthy of your time, effort as the case may be...&lt;br /&gt;Hes an Ijebu man-therefore he must be stingy&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t wear earrings-oh she must be one of those holier than thou people&lt;br /&gt;He’s quiet-he’s a green snake, must be very vindictive&lt;br /&gt;He looks gentle-he must be a pushover&lt;br /&gt;These are labels we have placed on people just by meeting them once.&lt;br /&gt;Do you give time to know the persons philosophies, likes dislikes, values, background,....of course not. I just need to know where you’re from, what u’re wearing to put you in a category......&lt;br /&gt;So much has been lost because of this.&lt;br /&gt;I once had a friend who told me that just by looking at me he knows i cant do anything spontaneously or something simple as scream my lungs out.Why did he make such a statement?&lt;br /&gt;He felt i looked too cool to do that. Has he seen me in a situation that requires me to scream? No he just labelled me and put me in the category “too cool to scream”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas for him i went (spontaneously) for auditions to a TV show and got invited- he was shocked to see me on TV doing stuff he felt i couldn’t do and the next day he told me i had been pretending all along. Imagine the insult....... Was tempted to scream just for good measure and walked away—good riddance. Watch out, you just might see me doing the “twist” on a table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my opinion that these labels we put on people contributes to some of the problems in the world today-where all Muslims are seen as fanatics, in the US any one looking even Arabic is watched with the suspicion of being a terrorist or closer home, people from Warri are seen as loud uncouth people and we have already put up a defence without giving them a chance.&lt;br /&gt;The behaviour of one person has made the same brush to be used in painting those alike in tribe,religion,attitude; as if the other person does not have an identity of his own.&lt;br /&gt;We are all unique beings and the attitude of one does not define the rest of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s all crap, a way for us to feel better than the other “i’m not like him o “ ,“i’m different “Oh you blasphemer “ have u removed the log from your own eye before commenting on the speck in your brothers eyes”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are made up of so many parts and if you think by understanding a part that you know all of someone then you are seriously mistaken but if we take everyone as a new unique discovery then there will be a significant progress in the world today....&lt;/span&gt;&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/7753590223319779211-159427028382752642?l=koolaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koolaries.blogspot.com/feeds/159427028382752642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753590223319779211&amp;postID=159427028382752642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753590223319779211/posts/default/159427028382752642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753590223319779211/posts/default/159427028382752642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koolaries.blogspot.com/2008/07/labels.html' title='LABELS'/><author><name>koolaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15806756907530769598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753590223319779211.post-3435919326323293225</id><published>2008-06-05T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T02:21:07.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>MY FIRST POST-ABOUT TIME</title><content type='html'>Hello there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to post here. Its about time!!&lt;br /&gt;I have pages of stuff i want to put up here but due to part laziness,part procrastination they all end on paper.Its good i eventuall broke the jinx....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been fascinated by blogging-just wriiting your thoughts,opinions,ideas,dreams.... sharing with people (who read the blog) anonymously.&lt;br /&gt;Its great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm open to all remarks,opinions and criticisms-the good ones i will acknowledge with a smile and the bad i'll just ignor (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!!! its my perogotive-its my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to my world!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753590223319779211-3435919326323293225?l=koolaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koolaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3435919326323293225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7753590223319779211&amp;postID=3435919326323293225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753590223319779211/posts/default/3435919326323293225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753590223319779211/posts/default/3435919326323293225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koolaries.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-post-about-time.html' title='MY FIRST POST-ABOUT TIME'/><author><name>koolaries</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15806756907530769598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
