<?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-19307578</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:10:13.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Out! What's in a man?</title><subtitle type='html'>What makes a man a man? It is his successes or his failures? The number of times he has fallen flat or his will to stand up after that? The number of people he is more knowledgeable than or the ones he has empowered?
What really makes a man, a man?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busayo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busayo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bombom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10118254974137425836</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19307578.post-113333857095927455</id><published>2005-11-30T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T00:16:10.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO AM I?</title><content type='html'>Hmm the greatest and most meaningful experiences in life are those that teach you things in the most unpleasant ways but what u make out of it is really up to u.&lt;br /&gt;Remember true failure is when u fall and refuse to pick urself up not when u just fall.&lt;br /&gt;After leaving home to the land of the unknown for the first time, u get in the middle of no where and everything just turns upside down without u knowing what next step to take.&lt;br /&gt;U learn to take a step at a time even when it seems there are no steps to take. U learn to live a moment at a time when all ur dreams come crashing down and then u question all u ever believed in. u question the existence of nature and feel it was all a bad dream that never happened&lt;br /&gt;Worse than that is when it happens u can’t even cry, u feel so strong and somehow can still smile and all those around u who hv done it to u start to wonder what the problem is.&lt;br /&gt;In all I am grateful for one thing, I met my goal for 2005, to hv intl experience. Maybe it didn’t work out well at the end of the day but at least I hv my first experience and I know it was very intense. I grew, got wiser and experienced a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Though I don’t regret, one thing I allow myself to regret right now is the fact that I never had the opportunity to travel the city and experience it. Maybe I eventually will maybe not but it was one decision I took unconsciously that wasn’t wise. Because when I look back now, I see it wasn’t worth it. If only I had gone out to experience the place then it would hv been worth it. Now I feel like someone who went to the kitchen but was accused of stealing meat. Why didn’t I just steal the meat in the first place? Then I would hv been guilty as charged and I wont feel a thing about it.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I get to mess up my first full time employment. What next? But some questions I have to answer myself to help me move on in life.&lt;br /&gt;What are my key learning?&lt;br /&gt;Who am i?&lt;br /&gt;What was my greatest difficulty?&lt;br /&gt;At what point did things go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;What thing wont I do if give another chance?&lt;br /&gt;What things will I do differently?&lt;br /&gt;If called back would I go back? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Is it failure? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what next am I going to do with my life? Where do I head? How much transition period do I need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, WHO AM I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307578-113333857095927455?l=busayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busayo.blogspot.com/feeds/113333857095927455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307578&amp;postID=113333857095927455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307578/posts/default/113333857095927455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307578/posts/default/113333857095927455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busayo.blogspot.com/2005/11/who-am-i_30.html' title='WHO AM I?'/><author><name>bombom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10118254974137425836</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-19307578.post-113333850971163950</id><published>2005-11-30T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T00:15:09.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO AM I?</title><content type='html'>Hmm the greatest and most meaningful experiences in life are those that teach you things in the most unpleasant ways but what u make out of it is really up to u.&lt;br /&gt;Remember true failure is when u fall and refuse to pick urself up not when u just fall.&lt;br /&gt;After leaving home to the land of the unknown for the first time, u get in the middle of no where and everything just turns upside down without u knowing what next step to take.&lt;br /&gt;U learn to take a step at a time even when it seems there are no steps to take. U learn to live a moment at a time when all ur dreams come crashing down and then u question all u ever believed in. u question the existence of nature and feel it was all a bad dream that never happened&lt;br /&gt;Worse than that is when it happens u can’t even cry, u feel so strong and somehow can still smile and all those around u who hv done it to u start to wonder what the problem is.&lt;br /&gt;In all I am grateful for one thing, I met my goal for 2005, to hv intl experience. Maybe it didn’t work out well at the end of the day but at least I hv my first experience and I know it was very intense. I grew, got wiser and experienced a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Though I don’t regret, one thing I allow myself to regret right now is the fact that I never had the opportunity to travel the city and experience it. Maybe I eventually will maybe not but it was one decision I took unconsciously that wasn’t wise. Because when I look back now, I see it wasn’t worth it. If only I had gone out to experience the place then it would hv been worth it. Now I feel like someone who went to the kitchen but was accused of stealing meat. Why didn’t I just steal the meat in the first place? Then I would hv been guilty as charged and I wont feel a thing about it.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I get to mess up my first full time employment. What next? But some questions I have to answer myself to help me move on in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are my key learning?&lt;br /&gt;Who am i?&lt;br /&gt;What was my greatest difficulty?&lt;br /&gt;At what point did things go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;What thing wont I do if give another chance?&lt;br /&gt;What things will I do differently?&lt;br /&gt;If called back would I go back? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Is it failure? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what next am I going to do with my life? Where do I head? How much transition period do I need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, &lt;strong&gt;WHO AM I?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307578-113333850971163950?l=busayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busayo.blogspot.com/feeds/113333850971163950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307578&amp;postID=113333850971163950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307578/posts/default/113333850971163950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307578/posts/default/113333850971163950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busayo.blogspot.com/2005/11/who-am-i.html' title='WHO AM I?'/><author><name>bombom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10118254974137425836</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-19307578.post-113294149987658076</id><published>2005-11-25T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T09:58:19.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S IN A MAN</title><content type='html'>ALMOST FIVE MONTHSD AFTER I LEFT MY MOTHERLAND NIGERIA, I AM ASKING MYSELF SO WHAT IS NEXT AFTER INTERNATIONAL MC?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19307578-113294149987658076?l=busayo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://busayo.blogspot.com/feeds/113294149987658076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19307578&amp;postID=113294149987658076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307578/posts/default/113294149987658076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19307578/posts/default/113294149987658076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://busayo.blogspot.com/2005/11/whats-in-man.html' title='WHAT&apos;S IN A MAN'/><author><name>bombom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10118254974137425836</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>
