<?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-1039480843373289808</id><updated>2012-01-30T12:09:29.599-08:00</updated><category term='angst'/><category term='break'/><category term='depression'/><category term='work'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='internship'/><title type='text'>From my mind, Through my fingers</title><subtitle type='html'>the inner workings of my brain just flowing out through my hands</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039480843373289808.post-8381304333650535489</id><published>2008-08-18T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:27:02.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>DANG!!! Its been A YEAR!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This redefines the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;abandoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I have successfully ignored my personal public rant page for a good whole year, Sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What is so great at what i have done, you ask?! It only means i have been to busy trying to make a career that i have had no time for a life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ok, that didn't come out quite right. It just means i have been very busy. With school, and school, and more school. "sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Now, I'm sure you will ask what has made me turn back to my ole' ways? Hmmm . Its not that hard....... It is a terrible internship with a terrible Boss , and yes,  its a She. Kai, as much as i love our specie, but must we always be the downfall of ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; It all started well and fun. it was high paced, unknown hours and all that excitement driven shadida. The best part was i could still, to an extent, plan my day and no what to do, how to do it with little or no supervision and still get the necessary outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, three weeks ago, things just hit a snag. one of my projects got canceled because the Chairman did not think it fit into his vision (WTF!!!). Ever since then its been one issue or the other, people getting fired, suspended, advised to resign...... I swear, this is the right environment to hit a depression. But you, know what would life be without a little drama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I see it as a stepping stone. Now i know where i won't ever work, or what i don't ever want, and YES i do love structure. Just have to find a mix of structure and spontaneity (like that would be so easy to find tsk tsk) But you know, I'm cool, I'm kicking, and I'm learning not to allow other people's crap get me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All hail to Self Preservation!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-8381304333650535489?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8381304333650535489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=8381304333650535489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/8381304333650535489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/8381304333650535489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/dang-its-been-year.html' title='DANG!!! Its been A YEAR!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-5049661657519078994</id><published>2007-09-06T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T04:35:17.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Post Grad Issues!!! The Beginning</title><content type='html'>So some months have passed, I AM doing my MBA though in Lagos business sch (which in its own quite unnoticeable way, costs a pretty penny). It has just been three days in and it has been quite eventful. First, I rented a flat with another girl but the problem is the road network to the place is quite unbearable. It is water logged, overtly bumpy and the people who live around tend not to want to leave the road.&lt;br /&gt;So my first drive to sch was not that bad (by the way, my dad gave me his white car), had classes (mostly introductory stuff) till 5.15pm then decided to head home and that is when the trouble started. First, by the junction leading to the street or like I would like to call it “abule”, the car stopped and refused to start up. After about five mins of looking quite silly on the road, some guys decided to help me push it till it started. Only then did I realize that it had slow running issues and believe me, raising a car and trying to navigate down a narrow part is no small feat. Along the line of this confusion, I missed my way and ended up hitting another car’s bumper! Shockingly, only my car got dented!!! At this point I was on full freak out mode and even gave way to some tears. Some other mechanic guys came to my aid and helped me drive the car home. The dumb thing then decided to work. After giving my report to the folks (and they were not too pissed about the dent), I kept my mind open that I may have to catch a bus to school the next day. Alas, I woke up the next morning feeling quite optimistic with myself and decided to wear my pump heels (mistake!!!!) the car started fine at first, but after getting me all riled up, quit on me!!! Here began the quick toe bending hike to the junction to get a bus. Like some few minutes before we had to drop, it started to rain and I guess me saying I got a bit wet will be stating the obvious but for some funny reason I was only pissed for like 2 minutes. For the first time in like forever, I was more concerned about getting to class than my personal well being…..wow this IS a humbling process.Anyhow, I guess being the last born and having (I won’t say over protective but) quite caring folks, by the time I got home, the driver had been sent with a mechanic and a guy to fix my a/c thus making my life a bit easier!!! Yipee. I’ll try to keep this blog as up to date as possible but I make no promises. Apparently, this course is meant to be more tedious than my service year which says something. And frankly it is school, not much interesting can go on now, can it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-5049661657519078994?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5049661657519078994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=5049661657519078994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/5049661657519078994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/5049661657519078994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-post-grad-issues-begginning.html' title='My Post Grad Issues!!! The Beginning'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-6064240225394459161</id><published>2007-07-18T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T05:25:24.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEARS FROM ORDER OF THE PHOENIX</title><content type='html'>its been a while since i have posted anything, what with exams and being ill, its kind of hard. But my viewing of the latest harry potter movie has moved me to it. ha Harry harry harry! what can i say? the movie was good no doubt (i am soo used to the butchery, it didnt hurt much) but could have done with abit more insight to non readers. you know what? they should just list the movies as visual aids to the books. I dont know, but there was just this general air of grim and gloom and distress with this movie. dont get me wrong, it added to the whole, the end battle is near, picture, it just kind of saddened me (that says a lot since i have read the book more than five times!!!). It was sooo heart wrenching, seeing harry going through all the pain. ESpecially when sirus snuffed it, and when he was twithcing on the floor (by the way, what ever work out plan daniel has goin on, he shouldnot stop, great muscles he is building). At a point, i felt soo bad for him i hadto mentally take note to watch other daniel radcliffe pics due to his brilliant acting. All in all, it was good, effects where nicer, could do with a bit more explaination for novices, and kudos to them stylishly introducing ginny as a future romance, and showing the chemistry btw hermione and ron (though jk rowling, did very lil of dat. Maybe she should start taking notes).&lt;br /&gt;all that is left is to read the last book and see wether jk will do the most hidoes thing since 9/11, and beheading journalists.........killing harry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-6064240225394459161?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6064240225394459161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=6064240225394459161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/6064240225394459161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/6064240225394459161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/tears-from-order-of-phoenix.html' title='TEARS FROM ORDER OF THE PHOENIX'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-8695889115776952770</id><published>2007-06-25T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T04:36:09.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wasted week and a teddy hug before</title><content type='html'>last week was more or less a waste. so the Labour and trade union congress finally decided to fight for the people and decided to embark on a nation wide strike. Dont get me wrong, extra days of no work count me in, but the messed up by making sure the was little or no fuel in circulation. so all my planned trips were not possible. blah!!! but on a funnier note, last saturday (before the strike) i decided to go for class, where i mostly gisted with a friend. we later shifted base to where she was having rehearsal for an ushering job, and may i say, (bearing in mind that she had already told me what a sleaze the agent was) i was soooo underwhelmed. i would say my friend was one of the best looking girls there and the outfits they were meant to wear wasnt that great either. but all in all it was fun to watch the slime ball talk for a while but god knows if i was one of the chics there and he spoke the way he was speakin to them, to m. ie, i would have thrown his application form on his face and told him off in a seriously bitchy manner (i soo have it in me) i got bored with that scene and decided to head on home. by this time it was drizzling and it was soo hard getting a cab due to fuel scarcity. i finally found one but the driver was hugging a teddy bear!!!! i swear!!! but i was soo desperate to get home i got into the cab (not the samrtest thing i have doine in a while). It was soo distrurbing, seeing a grown man huggin a teddy and fondly placing him on the seat. to make matters worse he decided to take a longer deserted route. the wills in my head started turning, and i got a sharpened pencil out of my bag just in case, cos god knows i wasnt ready to go down without a fight. After some 30 mins of fear, we finally got out to a road i knew and i made sure he dropped me sone blocks before my house, i didnt even care about the mud staining my jeands. But seriously do not try this at home, you see a weird driver, walk the other way@!! no heroics!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-8695889115776952770?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8695889115776952770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=8695889115776952770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/8695889115776952770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/8695889115776952770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/wasted-week-and-tedd-hug-before.html' title='A wasted week and a teddy hug before'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-9019919997766490489</id><published>2007-06-25T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T05:41:48.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Plane-full Disappointment</title><content type='html'>Ha! its been a long while. i might as well update on how weel my interview went (at least i think it went well, or didnt it go well?!, God! let it have gone well!!!!) it was alright but the drama i went thru was both before and after the interview. so on wed, i , being a very punctual person (only when necessary), got to the airport early enough to check in for my 1.25pm flight and have extra hour just in case there is some funny change(had i known!!). as i checked in, the attendant gave me this smile that i know too well since i use it when giving bad news, and told me that the flight had been delayed till two. i took that one quite well, bade my mum good bye and after a very expensive can of pringles and bottle of coke (FYI buyin stuff at int airport is not for the common man, i learnt the hard way), i realised it was past two and still no plane.  By three there still was no plane and people had started revolting. only then did admin of the airline decide t announce that due to troubled weather, our intended plane had left its destination late and was heading to its first stop over before getting to us. (see i could ve avoided this if i had taken the airline the ticket money was sent for but this was a much cheaper alternative). by 3.30, anothe plane bound for lag had arrived and we were jubilating only to find out that it was for people that had a later flight (by then i had started cussing and swearing). finally by 4.10 our own plane arrived, boarding was tremendously slow, and i was told to go and check in a tweezer into cargo!!!!!!By then my patience had worn thin so i told the lady she could keep the tweezers and the manicure st if she wanted before stumping off to the plane. we FINALLY took off by past five and got to lag like 6.30. needless to say that if i had gone by road, it wold have been half the price and i wopuld have gotten home faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-9019919997766490489?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9019919997766490489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=9019919997766490489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/9019919997766490489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/9019919997766490489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/plane-full-disappointment.html' title='A Plane-full Disappointment'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-6945342881082513702</id><published>2007-06-13T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T02:17:53.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A WEEK</title><content type='html'>so monday morning, i knew there was something that didnt want me to wake up but could not quite figure it out. at first i thought maybe it was me being a little peeved that another corper was sent to lag for training instead of me. but alas!!! that was nothing compared to what i met in the office. so i got to work and the first thing that happened was a call from my boss telling me my branch was down and i shld check the link. OK not too bad, maybe some one mis informed him, so i check the links and realise that both links are down (WHAT ARE THE FUCKING ODDS!!!) i was gettin a lil pissed cos some annoying tellers were already on my case asking me when it will be back up. so i put on a sweet voice, called both service providers and none are at work yet (I should be workin in such a place). after much prodding from my boss and me, one of the serv prov called me back and i had to do a strenous task of holding my phone to my ear wit one hand and climbing the communications rack (i am glad i didnt wear a skirt). only then did we realise that their modem was faulty and they would ve to send a rep to come replace it. After a light banter he got off the phone and then head office was on my neck. you can just imagine the incredulous look on my phase when i realised that the other serv prov modem was also bad. And finally the truth came out,. during a rainstorm wee hours of sun mornin, there was a power upsurge and for some reason, our inverter was not working properly and it fried the modems. AT this point, i started smelling the routers and switches to make sure they had not gone too. well i was lucky in that aspect. later came the problem of two hectic branches that were connected to us and i knew the day was goin to be long (considering we were two pips down). my boss was already complaining about the shortness of staff when i got a mail (by this time we had been able to bring one link back up) that i had an interview by thurs (guess i passed!!! yay me) so had to rush (this was by four) get a bookin with virgin nig, get my dad to send money for my ticket and break my bosses heart by tellin him ill be off by wed to god knows when. ah well i ve to stop here else ill prob miss my flight. toodle loo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-6945342881082513702?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6945342881082513702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=6945342881082513702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/6945342881082513702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/6945342881082513702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-week.html' title='WHAT A WEEK'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-2588055287398120892</id><published>2007-06-06T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T08:37:54.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A WEEKEND GET AWAY</title><content type='html'>so absconded from work on fri and travelled to lagos for a test and importantly Graduation (i know it sounds juviish, but i just wanted to go to sch for no good reason, meet up with other pals who were there for no good reason, and hang out).saturday started out quite early and rainy (didnt mind the rain but minded the early part) got up by 5AM was on the road by 6.15AM (god knows if i wasnt fed up with my job already and feeling like i needed something more, i would have said to hell with the test) and then got to the sch, which by the way is situated at lekki, by 8:50. i know i was late by twenty minutes, but for christ sake its LEKKI!!! and they thought it cool to schedule the test for 8.30AM, seriously, who were they trying to kid?. the exam was, well like exam, which means i blanked it out immediately i finished. Saw some old babcock pips there (its like no matter how hard you try, you will bump into other babcock pips!!). was happy when it was over, and then startd my long, wet, bumpy journey home. I was in a really good mood when i got home, watched Brothers Grimm (wasnt the best but hey!!!) and decided to get what i'd wear to the grads the next day. After some serious meditation, i decided o finally, wear my skinny jeans (cant still get what was goin through my mind when i bought it). before i slept though, my happiness had deflated. this was due to the fact that my bf wont be able to make it to grad and all. The next morning was .... WET...Again. decided to take mty time though i had told some pals i would be there like 10.30. left my house 10.35, got close to sch by 11.20 and then came the hold up, the sweating, the sun (god knows that my sch ius nearer to the sun than anywhere else). at a point i got fed up and decided to hike (which is what i'd call it considering the weather and my heeels). Finally got into the sch, and proceded to locate my fellow corper friends. we hung out, got hugged ALOT and gisted. There were laughs, and pics and as usually bitchy cooks and waiters at the guest cafe (i think its the veg diet that puts their panties all in a french twist). hung out till around 4pm before heading home and then it started raining...again. Got stuck in the traffic tryin to leave sch, and my driver (ok, my dad's driver) wasn't helping my disposition by murmuring under his breathe about me being late (who is driving who??? is what was going thru my head). It got sooooo annoying that i just had to politley, but firmly (a thing i picked up while dealing with difficult managers)to keep his pie hole creamed up! i am not usually like that to my dad's workers, but this dude is special. Everyone knows him becos of his lousy and unrefined mannerisms, even my friends that have had cause to ride with me all know him as a lousy talkative!!!. Got home and my first point of call was to start watching the supernatural dvd i got from a friend only to find out it was the 1st season (oh well, it was still fun to watch). By 10, my mood had turned to that of dread becos come morning, ill be on my way back to abuja!!! At least i didnt spend my weekend there!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-2588055287398120892?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2588055287398120892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=2588055287398120892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/2588055287398120892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/2588055287398120892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/weekend-get-away.html' title='A WEEKEND GET AWAY'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-445896759378861793</id><published>2007-05-28T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T01:41:54.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOCK BUSTERS OR LACK LUSTRE</title><content type='html'>So it is blok buster time again, and with some already shown (300, spidey 3 etc) and others gaining momentum (pirates of the C 3), some have come up as busts and others...........well just fancier, funny, well effected kind of busts. So finally saw most of 300, and all i took with me were the memories of the chiseled sculptured packs, and the incredible fight scenes (d storyline was soo tres mundane, i didnt even care about fot the dialogue at a point). Then there was ghost rider, which ws funny and had cool effects but we all know it aint no life uttering work (but wont mind watching it again). Following, is Spidey 3. I being a fan of both the first and second installment, was keen on seeing this one and even more keen in not admitting it was not up to specs at all. But what can i say, cool effects and some laughs. I thought Tobey looked better as the goth guy (without the dancing- comic relief, that was!), Topher was evilly cool, MJ was way too dramatic ( i mean, d dude has never dated a girl, he is no don juan or love expert), Harry was cute (bothe when evil and loopy) but on his hovering scooter, kind of looked like a character from one of the spy kids movies!! It wasn't the greates script but it was funny and action filled and didnt give the normal superheroe dilemma (i watch smallville, i should know!!) of not being with the one you love in the end. Last King of scotland, on the other hand, is a must watch, though a bit on the dramatic biographic side. But still cool and will even make you feel for the tactless, adventure seeking, easily waylaid scottish chap (you may recognise him as thumnus from chronicles of narnia , or not). i think his name is James McAvoy, and i can say in all his skinnyness, still came out quite well and he is kind of cute in his acquired taste way (almost like harry in spidey). The departed was cool, it drags on a bit in the middle but finishes quite well and surprising, though on the sadish side ( considering the good guy gets a hole in his head). So for some reason, i have this little hesistance in watching Pirates 3 but i should see it this week or next. But i can say one thing, no matter how much the director may hack off from Harry Potter (OoTP) a ma still sweating in my socks, waiting for july 14 for the opening. That should be a must watch (advice to all- watch the movie, then read the book to prevent your self from the horror of seeing wonderful scenes buthered so as to meet time, but wont guarantee you much understanding of the events though!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-445896759378861793?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/445896759378861793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=445896759378861793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/445896759378861793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/445896759378861793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/block-busters-or-lack-lustre.html' title='BLOCK BUSTERS OR LACK LUSTRE'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-1509800464760306774</id><published>2007-05-28T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T01:39:51.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AND FINALLY......UNTIL SEPT!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So the tv season has ended, at least, for we tv buffs, and it is going to be a dull wait to fall (sept) to see my fav shows return.I am sure you are wondering how a girl in Nigwould be complaining since we are just getting into the heart of some of the series episodes (mere red tape of cable tv and tv companies) but, a girl has got to get with the programme !!! (pun intended). Some oif my friends think it is freaky, i just think it is sheer curiosity and the unappreciation of the sutprise element (ha, season 2 finale of smallville will ever be fresh in my "not now when its getting good" memory). S i log on to tv.com to find out what happened ahead of time and also sift through numerous video posts on you tube, to find what i am looking for (recently, it was supernatural season 2 finale, and seeing Jensen Ackles give such an emotional performance was worth every awkward second of my boss trying to understand why i was hell bent on watching during office hours). Ha, smallville ended almost as i anticipated with chloe taking the plunge and (im sure) lana faking hers. Supernatural was just plain splendid (God jensen is HOT), Desperate Housewives was cool with Susan FINALLY getting hitched to Mike, and Bree, as usual, in a predicament of trying to conceal her ever shocking a family secrets. Grey's anatomy, however, was a great slap in the face! Scre the fact that Mcdreamy is kind of mcdreamy, and meredith is sweetly twisted and christiana is just plain twisted, they have officially crossed over to soap opera!!!!!! I mean, you can only screw up athing so much, and chew on a particular bone for so long, and have funny relatives popping up ever so often, it is ridiculous. I cant go into details cos i ve a friend who is loyal to my posts and is also in love with GA, that she wont forgive me. So ill close on the matter there but with a parting note, if Shona Rhimes (the writer of GA) is going to to continue in such lines, she might as well move it to the daytime with the rest of the other crapiolas! AH, there is heroes. Shockingly, i have only watched few clips of the series, but just by reading it, i have fallen in love with it and hope it comes back. Meanwhile, i have threatened my bf that if he doesnt give me his copy of the dvd, i'll kill him. And i cant wait ti get the dvd of dexter. Saw an episode and totally loved it but it shows too late for me to follow (i am a working gal0 so its the dvd for me!!! By the way my crazy friends have made up.!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-1509800464760306774?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1509800464760306774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=1509800464760306774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/1509800464760306774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/1509800464760306774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-finallyuntil-sept.html' title='AND FINALLY......UNTIL SEPT!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-5919371490206478521</id><published>2007-05-23T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T04:53:02.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama, drama,drama!!!! part two ..</title><content type='html'>So continuing from wherer my previous post stopped, i garnered from all the mashed up and not too explicit details given by either friends, is that while they are basically mad at each other for a common reason, their reasons stem from two different sources, making it an error of fallacy in the category of comparing two different groups, with one lil similarity to come to a conclusion (i am soo sure i lost you there). so it seems while friend B is mad at friend A becos her sis reported her to F-A and F-A didnt tell her, F-A is mad at F-B becos F-B is angry at F-A unjustfully cos all she did was agree wit her sis was a bit right about F-B's attitude (u know what even i am getting confused) now the prob is, F-B doesnt seem to understand that F-A had been called by her sis, and the issue she was called about is really not the issue she thinks it is.(u know what, screw the ambiguity im just goin to lay it out there). F-B's older sis called F-A to report F-Bs rudeness to her. F-A relents and says she understand F-B can be rude at times, but it is just something you'll get over. F-B has another tiff with older sis amd older sis mentions talking to F-A and F-A not being supportive of F-B. so F-B goes off at F-A (so dramalicious) about betraying her, while F-A is getting mad about F-B not getting the point that she sometimes gives pple attitude and it aint a crime to accept a fault and get over it. F-B still doesnt get the point becos i dont think either one is communicating well to each other and by god this arguement has just succeeded in givin poor onlooker me a head ahe. My solutionn by the way, was to tell F-B to start respecting her older sis be her wrong or not, and cut the betrayal crap stuff and F-A shouldtry talking to F-B and get it oer with. so i am finally bored with the situation that ill wait for a conferernce to sort them out like a real mum should :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-5919371490206478521?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5919371490206478521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=5919371490206478521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/5919371490206478521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/5919371490206478521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/drama-dramadrama-part-two.html' title='Drama, drama,drama!!!! part two ..'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-2632190922331286108</id><published>2007-05-23T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T04:26:21.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama, drama, drama!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>so its been like forever but what can i say, my life is as dull as a hole (shallow one). so last week was like a blur, can hardly remember doing anything worthwhile apart from chatting, trying to change my blog template and trying to read (stil not making any headway). so my brother has finally completed his SECOND masters degree (not trying to oppress anyone, now is he?) and hopefuly he'll take a break and have some fun. on saturday, me and a pal skipped classes (yep, even after graduatin im stll bitten by that bug) and went to her friends pad and all i cold think of was "i need to get me a bachelor pad like that" the place was cool in its own im hot and single way but im sure would cost a human head. Used that opportunity to FINALLY watch the last episode of friends before heading home. God knows i prayed - ithink- for us (man u) to win the stupid FA cup, but the bloody ass mourinho decided to make his players play such a lame game that it dampend our team spirit and by the end of 90 somthing mins, it was still goaless. but during extra time the blue idiots actually scored and we lost the cup. talk about so near yet so far. i was bummed out to the point i think i was numb, becos the next day, i wasnt feeling too right, was prayin for a friend to cancel her gettogether scheduled for that day, and when another pal called and told me she was having issues wit a mutual friend, who was mad at her for some reason, i just kind of shrugged it off nonchalantly and went back to bed, praying when i woke up it would be sat morning again and we could replay the match. (i cant believ ive become such a soccer freak, well i think its either that or boozin, ordrugs). when i did finally get my modjo back (i mean my disposition) , it was about 8pm and decideed to watch last king of scotland. may i say, in a very funny, got to get used to, acquired taste way, the scottish guy was kind of hot, removing the accent that is. i was on my way to the a smallville episode when my friend (one in a tiff) called to tell me how the other friend (the one with her panties in a twist) (pardon my analogie but i think im on a bender here) was still sassing her about some betrayal issues. at this point, i started hearing.....like sand through the hourglass.....the issue seemed so laguna beachish and funny istill couldnt rap my head around it and decided to leave it to the next day to trash it out. come mon,i tried being a correspondence and i think mid day the thought slapped me.... OH MY GOD this heifers have got their wires soo crossed it is not even funny..... here is what i think the prob is........for the full story check my next post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-2632190922331286108?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2632190922331286108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=2632190922331286108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/2632190922331286108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/2632190922331286108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/drama-drama-drama.html' title='Drama, drama, drama!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-6238445551288412235</id><published>2007-05-11T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T03:40:10.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinch her, she's married!</title><content type='html'>so, the previous weekend, one of my roommate decided to get married and yours truly attended the wedding (hell, the place was not beans to get to but hey what are roomies for?) I cant believe one of my mates is married, gosh! GOt to see some of my friends at the wedding, and it is safe to say we were scaring ourselves out by premonitioning who would get married first amongst us. Wow im not ready for that just yet. anyhoo the way was cool, though i got to the church service a bit late (ok more than a bit late), i got to hang out with my bf for a long while and that was cool. took some bold fashion moves (god knows i dont do them but still manage to come out looking unique most times) and did the undoable for me. i bought them leggings and pair of pencil jeans. people who know may know that i hardly follow fashion trends, i just like getting stuff that wont have to be outdated in the next three weeks, but what can i say, i was wondering if i could pull the look off. Now im wondering what was i thinking, where will i wear them to. (truth is i dont like to be noticed much, just like phasin in and out the crowd). as for work, it has been soso, but i have to say since wednesday i have been a bit loopy. i think for the first time my folks could be right about my blood count being too low. i mean as i am typing, its like my eyes cant focus properly i feel dizzy and nauseated, and the antimalaria drugs are not working (cant remember the last time i was afflicted with such a common illness, mine are always funny cases like kidney infections and stuff). before i forget, i watched spiderman 3 YAY!!!!!!!! god knows i had been waitin for this since 2004 spidey 2 opening nite. it was cool, liked the way he and harry ozzy settled and stuff but seriously why do couples have to have so much drama, its beyond me. well i wont say more before i spill the whole juice. now all im waiting for is pirates of d carribean and my beloved harry potter deathly hollow. ha well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-6238445551288412235?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6238445551288412235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=6238445551288412235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/6238445551288412235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/6238445551288412235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/pinch-her-shes-married.html' title='Pinch her, she&apos;s married!'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-6149900334906527912</id><published>2007-04-30T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T09:30:23.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while...</title><content type='html'>so its been a whil, i know, i know but what can i say? so much to do yet so lil time. ha well. anyhoo, work is just there as usual. sometimes its hectic and you just get so tired that you want to slit your wrists and other times its so boring that you just want to slit your wrists!! i dont know, but i think the general unhappiness in this place is getting to some people (esp the guys here). apart from my bosses who are pretty cool and all, most of the guys here just have this freakish attitude to them. there is this one guy that thinks its his duty to greet me every passing second and either shake me, or just find a way to touch me, i swear, in this annoying manner that it irritates (dont get me wrong, im not a snub, ok sometimes i am, but in his case not ) he is just damn freaky and even my subtle yet noticeable attempts to show that he rubs me the wrwong way (no pun intended), he is just so clueless. im scared one day i'll just snap and lose it with him, hopefully not too many people will be there. oh lest i forget there is als this randy BM of another branch, and a mkter , and a control guy (i dread going to work at some branches but hey, im just a slave to the Boss Man). ah well. so i was reading my friend's blog and saw a comment one of her annoying co workers made about my tribe and god knows if i were there ther would be a great foot stuck in the place he uses for his brain (and i dont mean his head). so speaking about friends, they met up on sunday to have a mini get together, and for some reason, i had this pang of jealousy. imean i am stuck in boresville and they are having fun being together o you get my stand right? anyhoo i found out it rained and the boys gathered round to watch soccer and so it was just there and this lil devil in me was happy i didnt miss so much but still cant wait to see them.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting do bored of my job, and now, they seem to be measuring your work by how many issues you log and close, so that means all the work i do and tag as not too important to be logged has to be now. God logging is a bore. well let me go on woeful way and be happy tomorrow is a public holiday (dont you just lo9ve this country)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-6149900334906527912?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6149900334906527912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=6149900334906527912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/6149900334906527912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/6149900334906527912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while...'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-1120476653989575571</id><published>2007-04-16T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T07:55:05.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the holidays??????</title><content type='html'>ha!! it has been ages since my last post.and in those ages i have had approximately two weeks of doing nothing. yes i took a week and a half for easter, and then then the govt decided to give us two holidays for election. God knows a needed the r&amp;r. my easter was not as fun as i expected it to be thanks to a screw up lie my friend made and the fact that i didnt get to see my boyfriend (big bummer, that one). on the upside i got to watch ghostrider (300 it aint, but hey it was funny), and i got to watch ten episodes of smallville yay!!!!. i also got to sleep alot but not eat as much as i would have thought.  so i got back to abuja on tues, on wed went to work and found out that the next two days were public holidays (my country is the only one i know that dishes these things out like cheap gum, not that i am complaining!!). this put me on cloud nine, cos recently my job has been a bore. i mean, i am meant to cover three branches on my own but none of them come up with enough issues to occupy my day. the next day started blissfully. i didnt get up till past nine, decided to follow my mum to the market and on my way back was when i made the mistake!!! I decided to call one of my collegues and ask how he was enjoying his break, and then i got the terrible news. Apparently, the bank had retracted the mail bout us observing the hols scince central bank said financial institutions should open. the funny thing was that this mail was sent by 9pm. it makes one wonder, who in the hell is still at work at that time???? who are those homeless people that have devoted their lives to work alone. even if you are lonely and ur life is sad, get a vice, go shoot crack up an alley (ok ok i didnt mean that but im on a roll), but dont drag we free spirits down with u. so anyhoo, i got to work like 2pm, didnt do much. helped my boss figure out what to give his wife for her birthday (no matter how sweet a guy is, he is still basically clueless on what to give a female as a gift). got home and decided i would make a late appearance at work the next. by 12 on fri i was wishing i had skipped it all together. ah well. apart from that life is pretty much back to its dry self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-1120476653989575571?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1120476653989575571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=1120476653989575571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/1120476653989575571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/1120476653989575571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/end-of-holidays.html' title='End of the holidays??????'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-3557977819794313397</id><published>2007-03-30T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T01:37:55.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some free days!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Next week is easter! Next week is easter! Yay Ya Yay. im so stoped, cant wait to go back home. finally!!!! a few days break. just cant wait. i would get to lazy around doin absolutely nothing for like 5 days. this is sooo cool. Only cloud is im dead broke. but who cares!!! just happy to be going home. wonderful. could start doing back flips, if i could. ha, now that is said, i am so itching for the last harry potter book, its not funny. saw what the cover is going to look like yesterday and it just watered my thirst. if that lady kills harry off, she would have a lot to answer for!!!. need to watch movies, need to have fun, need to eat pizza (god i miss pizza) this break i hope would fuldill some of these needs if not all. Ha just cant wait to get home.&lt;br /&gt;for all you music lovers, have a listen of Mika- grace kelly.(its a happy song)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-3557977819794313397?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3557977819794313397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=3557977819794313397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/3557977819794313397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/3557977819794313397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-free-days.html' title='Some free days!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-7051140337183597794</id><published>2007-03-29T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T06:33:36.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and what it does to me</title><content type='html'>sso its been a really long while... again. well stuf as happened but not just interesting stuff to me but to pple i know. so one of my friends is getting married in May. It seems really fast i know but hey, she and her husband to be are up for it. as for me, im still on the pondering issues thoough i seem to have gotten a conditional offer to a university in the UK, now all i have to do is submit my reference letters and it may just be changed to unconditional. ah well, one little problem seems to ve solved itself i hope. &lt;br /&gt;i have been listening to too much "woe is me-ish" kind of songs, because, lately its like i have been in some kind of funk where i am happy one minute and then i am wondering what the world is turning to in the next minute. Was listening to a John Legend song "coming home" and just started thinking of the people the on going wars and riots are affecting and wondering if the people doing all the killing and hating know how they are affecting lives and brewing more hate. i also felt this sense of relief that my bro didnt make it into the reserves cos god only knows if he would still be alive. i wish every one would listen to "howto save a life" and understand it the way i do and try to find a common ground, put religion aside and just accept the fact that people cant all be the same or belive intthe same things and just accept it. sometimes it baffles me how man can be so wicked to his fellow humans. i was reading a confession made by one terrorists that was caught and he was boasting about masterminding all these attacks like the world trade center that killed children in a nursery sch and the famous 9/11 and also the beheading of an american jew reporr. the way he said these things like he had done something wonderful and great. as if he didnt realised that he had killed kids, made some kids orphans and some wives and husband s widows and widowers. that cannot be religoin talking. i dont believe any religion tells u to strap bombs to ourselves to kill innocent people. because you are from a particular country doesnt  make you evil. i just want to know what could breed so much hate and cowardice in a person to do something like that. and the saddening thing is that they seem not to know that what they do just breeds more hate and evil and more innocent people pay for it. not them but the innocent ones. instead their constant bloodshed doesnt make anyone accept them it just makes people with good hearts cynical, untrusting and bitter. i wih i could change things but im just one girl in a world filled with hate and destruction. i am sure you are wondering where all this is coming from, im listening to evanescence (some more woe is me music alright)  all i need now is to start wearing grunge clothes and drink too much coffee and have too much black eyeliner and i would be a complete death chick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-7051140337183597794?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7051140337183597794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=7051140337183597794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/7051140337183597794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/7051140337183597794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/music-and-what-it-does-to-me.html' title='Music and what it does to me'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-5603884132779055168</id><published>2007-03-16T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T08:58:30.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the things i should have said ..... and done</title><content type='html'>so its been like how many weeks now? that is since my last post. dont mind me, i never was a good diary keeper and this is just like one except less x rated with curses and haterisation. i seem to prefer things locked up in my head. yep i am one of those private ones that can bottle up a lot of things i think are too personal and go about with my smiley face and all. anyhoo  lot has happened not really to me but around me. first my friend got her eye plucked out (medically) and as of this week plugged back in (also medically(artificially)). and from trust worthy sources i heard its cool and that seh can take it out and we can also touch it while its in her eye.(yep i know how weird i sound right now). another friend of mines mum died and that is rather saddening she had cancers(take note of the plurals). meanwhile i have been hyping my self up that the gmat is a "whatever" thing and that even a moron can pass though it aint through but whats a girl got to do. finally took the big leap and applied to a school in the UK. but not been confirmed until i send all my credentilas to them (now that will take forever and ever and ever for me to do). had to stay overnight at work last wednesday because of some config issues and all (now that i could go on and on explaining so ill cut it short). so ......duty calls so ill have to complete this later toodleloo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-5603884132779055168?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5603884132779055168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=5603884132779055168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/5603884132779055168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/5603884132779055168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-things-i-should-have-said-and-done_16.html' title='all the things i should have said ..... and done'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-9200791045564702083</id><published>2007-03-16T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T08:58:22.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the things i should have said ..... and done</title><content type='html'>so its been like how many weeks now? that is since my last post. dont mind me, i never was a good diary keeper and this is just like one except less x rated with curses and haterisation. i seem to prefer things locked up in my head. yep i am one of those private ones that can bottle up a lot of things i think are too personal and go about with my smiley face and all. anyhoo  lot has happened not really to me but around me. first my friend got her eye plucked out (medically) and as of this week plugged back in (also medically(artificially)). and from trust worthy sources i heard its cool and that seh can take it out and we can also touch it while its in her eye.(yep i know how weird i sound right now). another friend of mines mum died and that is rather saddening she had cancers(take note of the plurals). meanwhile i have been hyping my self up that the gmat is a "whatever" thing and that even a moron can pass though it aint through but whats a girl got to do. finally took the big leap and applied to a school in the UK. but not been confirmed until i send all my credentilas to them (now that will take forever and ever and ever for me to do). had to stay overnight at work last wednesday because of some config issues and all (now that i could go on and on explaining so ill cut it short). so ......duty calls so ill have to complete this later toodleloo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-9200791045564702083?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9200791045564702083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=9200791045564702083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/9200791045564702083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/9200791045564702083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-things-i-should-have-said-and-done.html' title='all the things i should have said ..... and done'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-4298820346305329925</id><published>2007-02-23T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T07:05:20.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My greatest fear</title><content type='html'>today isn't a good day. it started off a bit slow for me (which recently, has been a pattern due to all i have on my mind). i woke up not really wanting to wake up, slept all the way to work and decided to get a head on the list of things i had on my list that my job had made me put off for several days. while doing or trying to do them in a multitasking fashion, and not really getting head way, a crushing feeling of hopelessness, depression and an extreme case of frustration. without my knowledge, tears started flowing from my eyes (thank god i was in the office alone). i feel like i'm in way over my head, and i can't get a head way in things i set myself to do because i set myself too much to do. i know i have felt overwhelmed before (like twice, once during my NMA1 exams and during my project last days) of which one worked out horribly and the other very well, but i dont know how this would end. i think i am trying but dont know if i am trying enough or trying to hard or if some phantom miracle just made me pass through sch. the worst thing is for the second time in my life, i am faced with the one big pyschological fear i have, which is failure and i am not handling things too well. its affecting my sleep, dreams and my general attitude and i feel so stupid not being able to overcome it. i dont think i have ever felt this depressed in my entire life and i am scared and i feel like there is none i can talk to about this. the time i really need strength, lots of it, and it is failing me. i hope it is just a phase that wont last too long becos i dont know how long i can keep up with fake smiles and laughter. i want my sanity back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-4298820346305329925?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4298820346305329925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=4298820346305329925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/4298820346305329925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/4298820346305329925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-greatest-fear.html' title='My greatest fear'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-5644951007166539044</id><published>2007-02-16T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T01:50:24.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vals day, Schmals day and all in between</title><content type='html'>so the oh so anticipated vals day has come and thankfully, gone! Jeez, everywhere i went i was constantly reminded about the day's folly. Radio stations played r n b back to back from monday forgetting that some of us just dont dig such, there where promos from shops, even ice cream joints, boutiques, gsm poerators, and even banks!!! can you beat that. I had resigned myself to my fate that i was goin to spend the day alone anyways. On saturday, i decided to indulge myself, though my wallet wasn't feeling likewise, and get a copy of True Love magazine. There i came across the true origin of vals day, finally! and it struck the humanitarian, "lets-go-save-the-monkeys-and-all" chord in me. for a few minutes i pondered on how i could spread the love to the needy and then realized that my account was just not red but was glowing indigo, crimson, other warning colours of brokeness so there went the save the world scheme. while i was thinkin of how to rejuvenate my acct, some folks were talkin of travelling to where their various spouses or partners where for vals. ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!!, you'd blow like twenty, if not more, gees on transport, get an expensive gift, spend some bloody few hours and get back as broke as hell. No i'm not ranting becos i dont ve a boyfriend, i do have one though out of state, but if he tried that kind of stunt, while understanding it is a nice gesture, i'd probably tell him off for blowing so much on a day, i mean any sensible person would understand the circumstances and should know that come vals day or not if he or she loves you it doesnt really need all the wanton stress to fulfill a day's righteousness. Back to me, i had decided since i didnt have much greens, i decided to save up two days lunch to splurge on ice cream and black forest cake (it is d devil, you can literally feel the pound you are gaining which is all good) but alas, nature had more in store for me. woke up on wednesday and just knew the day was goin to be different. had cramps, my friends in sch would understand this one, got to work and found out that we were going to lokoja to install and configure routers and switches. Of course  the installation bit got me all exicted but the trip was a no seller but was eventually and may i add, stupidly, convinced by a fellow corper that we'd be back early. Ya, like i hadn't heard that one before.! started off ihr 30 mins late, got on the road and we got delayed for about 30mins by some diplomatic delegates of some country, Bloody hell!! is all i had goin through my head. Imagine, they formed a line of like 7 cars, and decided that they wouldn't do more thatn 100km/hr and no one else would, considering if u tried to overtake them, their security detail would send you back.At least Nigerian entourage have the decency to fly off like 140, 160km and not waste our bloody time. Talk about a classic case of fly following dog shit. If you want to copy, you might as well do it right. finally got to lokoja 3hrs later, stood for 2 hrs straight up, and spent 2.5hrs back, yep that did a lot for me that i didnt even think about vals a bit till i got home like around 5pm and realised my boyfriend didnt even see it fit to call (i amy not buy into the whole shindig and may seem a bit unromantic, but pls a sister shld get hollered at) but i was too tired and in too much pain to keep a grudge so i called, had a very long bath and tried to relax. And of course in true cramp style, thursday was no breeze so i decided that work will survive a day without me, so i stayed home and lazied the day away. HA what a week!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-5644951007166539044?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5644951007166539044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=5644951007166539044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/5644951007166539044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/5644951007166539044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/02/vals-day-schmals-day-and-all-in-between.html' title='Vals day, Schmals day and all in between'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-258325099896144896</id><published>2007-02-07T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T06:18:54.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisence and annoying bosses</title><content type='html'>so i have to say that finally old age seems to be catching up with me which i am so not happy about. i have been having serious quarter or one fifteh life crisis (which ever is appropriate for a 20 yr old) i feel like i am standing still while there are many opportunities before me but i wont bore yu with all that (i'm sure i already did with a prev post) and i have been having serious flash back and moving on issues. i constantly think of how happy i was to move on from high sch to university knowing i'll miss my friends but not feeling that much depressed (thinkin that i would ve my own room and all the fun and drama seen on tv unis were going to be part of my life helped alot too, God knows i was dissappointed) but now the thought of moving on gives me a slight case of depression and palpitations. call me sentimental, but i spent most of my important years with these pips. ha well this just lets me know that life will never be easy again sigh, no more "daddy im broke" or "im not going to class, ill just read it later", or "let me buy that though it is awfully expensive and dont really need it" or "i dont do transport", "i need credit". the list goes on and on. on to lighter but yet annoying notes, i have realized how people who work at the bank (esp the bosses)  i am serving in, think you wont survive without hearin their suggestiond and opinions about your career or other mundane things and im just falling over myself cos im working here (newsflash!!!, ur bank sucks!!!). just this monday, some branch manager had the audacity to say that i wanted to get the good pay but not do the work when i said i was not really looking forward to a future at a bank? the mugu? what does he know, un top branch manager, if i was so busy at the bank wont i be doing sumthing more tangible than typing up a post? any hoo i countered by saying that what i actually meant was i needed something more challengin than just helpin folks configure their browsers for applications and the like, and the conceited monkey was like well my course of study was monotonous. of course i put him straight that if i decided to major in sumthin like proj managment it is nt since it deals executing different projects with a raise of my eyebrow daring me to challenge me while adding tht we were being put into a box of what we can or cant do. (by the way i was trying to win an arguement so dont take everythin i said to be the gospel cos at times IT could be monotonous esp programmin) at this point, the dude knew he was losing, so he was like if challenging was what i was looking for then he'll tell management (he must really feel hot right?) to move me to a place where i would ve no breather, but i suggested to him in an annoyingly sweet but patronizing tone that i amy not be here after my service to be moved and he looked at me for a while b4 decidin to shut his trap!!! if only he was the only one, but they are a lot of them. either one is suggestin i should hone my mkting skills in case i get moved to mktin or how i should strive for retainmnt. anyhoo ranted enough got to make like a banana and split!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-258325099896144896?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/258325099896144896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=258325099896144896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/258325099896144896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/258325099896144896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/02/reminisence-and-annoying-bosses.html' title='Reminisence and annoying bosses'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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-1039480843373289808.post-473095339022752861</id><published>2007-02-01T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T08:40:33.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn that password!!!! damn that Daniel!!!!</title><content type='html'>whao!, it honest to goodness almost took me an hour to sign on. beat that. i had to go round and round n circles and the epileptic link aint helping much. so my day started off alot better than yesterday. went to different branches to work which i have kind of missed doin but will not let my co workers know that lil detail. saw one of my classmates, chuka. he came to the bank to deposit money, also saw another friend, mike, who came in the nick of time cos i was about goin out for lunch. helped him in some banking issues and he helped by dropping me off at my targeted lunch venue. lest i forget, i was doing some harry potter searching (getting really restless about the last book release, which by the way would be july 21 (hope the woman does not try anything sneeky like kill him off)), and alas!! there was our dear daniel radcliffe posing next to a horse in his buff, and also a fellow not dressed girl. Shocker! if you would love to watch the next harry potter without funny images popping into your head any time you see harry., then do not look for these pic, just forget about it. oh it was not for anything dodgy, apparently its for some stage play called euus, about a horse bliinder or what ever crap the writer came up with. i would love to see mcgonagalls expression!! jeez. well at least he wont be remember as the potter dude but also as the potter dude that got naked. enough about that ranting. my friend got robbed last night in lag on her way home just like an action movie. she was just wwalking on the curb and then  came speeding a bike with two gus all dressed in black (with matching helmets). the passenger grabbed her marc jacobs bag but she held on tight, thus being dragged along, but she didnt mind she just wanted the bag that had important docs that could increminate her boss in some shady deal.  the rider brought out of his jacket, a 38 caliber gun with a silencer and fired  but she ducked just in time, though letting go of the bag............. ok ok it didnt even go down like that, my imagination just ran wild and free. she was on the curb and an okada rider with a passenger zoomed passed, snatching her bag which contained just her ids atm and her beloved ipod. ha well such is life. got to go home now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-473095339022752861?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/473095339022752861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=473095339022752861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/473095339022752861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/473095339022752861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/02/damn-that-password-damn-that-daniel.html' title='Damn that password!!!! damn that Daniel!!!!'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1039480843373289808.post-1835921922352822060</id><published>2007-01-31T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T06:52:50.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soliquizing me!!!</title><content type='html'>so just created this blog page since i am so darn bored at work and i am tied of studying.  also decided to do this because it seems that every free time i have is spent on thinking about my life, how its gone, my goals or the lack of them, wandering if i studied the right course, then convincing myself that i did the right course that was aailable to me at the time. then i go on and on about what is the beat approach to diversify, move away but not totally from IT and broaden my horizons.blah blah blah. oh and not to forget, if i am going to do well on the bloody gmat exam, if any university would want me for masters, and then i'll go back to what is my talent; basically my mind kind of goes full circle on these subject and starts all over again like a record on loop!! i am so surprised i dont have constant migraine, though i do get depressed more  often than normal, and believe me where i work does not help matters. recently i have been finding my work rather boring amd monotonous. and to make matters worse i have not been doing much of this boring and monotonous work!!!. i am in IT support, yep just got a phone call from a user hopefully its a cool problem, will be back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1039480843373289808-1835921922352822060?l=bugsysworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1835921922352822060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1039480843373289808&amp;postID=1835921922352822060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/1835921922352822060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1039480843373289808/posts/default/1835921922352822060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugsysworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/soliquizing-me.html' title='Soliquizing me!!!'/><author><name>Bola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15799748698293251356</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>
