<?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-1735169341412939113</id><updated>2011-08-09T07:20:06.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments with Orlando</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Moments with Orlando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506668837417799519</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-1735169341412939113.post-2630303175219443428</id><published>2010-11-08T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T09:33:39.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>I struggle to log unto this blog site all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I always forget something, username, password, url etc&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a personal identity management system (synchronize my identity across multiple sites that I need to log unto every week) Phew!!!&lt;br /&gt;I need to protect my self and the company I work for from all sorts, including clients, staff, environment, society, regulatory forces, locality, them Gods and more.&lt;br /&gt;Is religion dead and spirituality alive??&lt;br /&gt;Our children will be digital is what someone said. I believe you mate.&lt;br /&gt;I am watching a show, "Are you smarter than a ten year old". I definitely am not.&lt;br /&gt;My new reads:&lt;br /&gt;Fooled by Randomness (Nassim Taleb)&lt;br /&gt;Black Swan&lt;br /&gt;Freakonomics (Steven Levitt)&lt;br /&gt;Super Freakonomics&lt;br /&gt;Outliers (Malcom Gladwell)&lt;br /&gt;Blink&lt;br /&gt;Who are these bread of mad writers? I am completely blown away.&lt;br /&gt;If I am looking for sustenance and substinence everyday then when will I be able to do the definitive work of my painful existence?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will write before christmas or as usual New Year's eve.&lt;br /&gt;Cha Cha..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-2630303175219443428?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/2630303175219443428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735169341412939113&amp;postID=2630303175219443428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/2630303175219443428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/2630303175219443428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/2010/11/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Moments with Orlando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506668837417799519</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-1735169341412939113.post-4540901949089756077</id><published>2010-03-31T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:43:35.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ralph Waldo Emerson</title><content type='html'>I read the other day some verses written by an eminent painter which were original and not conventional.&lt;br /&gt;The soul always hears an admonition in such lines, let the subject be what it may. The sentiment they instill is of more value than any thought they may contain.&lt;br /&gt;To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men, that is genius.&lt;br /&gt;Speak your latent conviction, and it shall be the universal sense; for the inmost in due time becomes the outmost, and our first thought is rendered back to us by the trumpets of the Last Judgment. Familiar as the voice of the mind is to each, the highest merit we ascribe to Moses, Plato, and Milton is, that they set at naught books and traditions, and spoke not what men but what they thought.&lt;br /&gt;A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the lustre of the firmament of bards and sages. Yet he dismisses without notice his thought, because it is his.&lt;br /&gt;In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty.&lt;br /&gt;Great works of art have no more affecting lesson for us than this. They teach us to abide by our spontaneous impression with good-humored inflexibility then most when the whole cry of voices is on the other side. Else, to-morrow a stranger will say with masterly good sense precisely what we have thought and felt all the time, and we shall be forced to take with shame our own opinion from another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a time in every man's education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till.&lt;br /&gt;The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried. Not for nothing one face, one character, one fact, makes much impression on him, and another none. This sculpture in the memory is not without pre-established harmony.&lt;br /&gt;The eye was placed where one ray should fall, that it might testify of that particular ray. We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents. It may be safely trusted as proportionate and of good issues, so it be faithfully imparted, but God will not have his work made manifest by cowards.&lt;br /&gt;A man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work and done his best; but what he has said or done otherwise, shall give him no peace. It is a deliverance which does not deliver. In the attempt his genius deserts him; no muse befriends; no invention, no hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events.&lt;br /&gt;Great men have always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the absolutely trustworthy was seated at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being.&lt;br /&gt;And we are now men, and must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny; and not minors and invalids in a protected corner, not cowards fleeing before a revolution, but guides, redeemers, and benefactors, obeying the Almighty effort, and advancing on Chaos and the Dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-4540901949089756077?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735169341412939113.post-6475677743247838712</id><published>2008-12-07T04:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T04:56:46.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benefits of Implementing a Performance Dashboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helps to clearly communicate business strategy in unambiguous terms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helps to refine and fine tune business and economic strategy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helps to increase visibility of performance to key stakeholders&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helps to increase coordination among business entities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helps to increase the motivation and momentum of staff within the business&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gives a consistent view of the business to management&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helps to reduce cost and eliminate redundancy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helps to empower users and managers alike&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helps to clearly deliver and monitor actionable information&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Understood!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-6475677743247838712?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/6475677743247838712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735169341412939113&amp;postID=6475677743247838712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/6475677743247838712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/6475677743247838712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Mckinght&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;First Christmas by Bebe and Cece&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best of 20th Century Christmas by Boyz II Men&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas with Babyface&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;8 Days of Christmas by Destiny Child&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas Love and You by Will Downing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas Fantasy by Anita Baker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;One wish by Whiney Houston&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Greatest Holiday Classics by Kenny G&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smooth Christmas by Dave Coz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-2971917429604345738?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/2971917429604345738/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735169341412939113.post-5922261360093156515</id><published>2008-08-31T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T08:14:16.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Minds Playing Tricks on Me</title><content type='html'>Intro: Scarface&lt;br /&gt;I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles&lt;br /&gt;Oh that shit is on? Heh&lt;br /&gt;Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth&lt;br /&gt;Verse One: Scarface&lt;br /&gt;At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn&lt;br /&gt;Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein burned&lt;br /&gt;Four walls just starin at a nigga&lt;br /&gt;I'm paranoid, sleepin with my finger on the trigger&lt;br /&gt;My mother's always stressin I ain't livin right&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't going out without a fight&lt;br /&gt;See, everytime my eyes close&lt;br /&gt;I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose&lt;br /&gt;It's somebody watchin the Ak'&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back&lt;br /&gt;I can see him when I'm deep in the covers&lt;br /&gt;When I awake I don't see the motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;He owns a black hat like I own&lt;br /&gt;A black suit and a cane like my own&lt;br /&gt;Some might say, "Take a chill, B"But fuck that shit!&lt;br /&gt;There's a nigga trying to kill me&lt;br /&gt;I'm poppin in the clip when the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;Every twenty seconds got me peepin out my window&lt;br /&gt;Investigatin the joint for traps&lt;br /&gt;Checkin my telephone for taps&lt;br /&gt;I'm starin at the woman on the corner&lt;br /&gt;It's fucked up when your mind is playin tricks on ya&lt;br /&gt;Verse Two:&lt;br /&gt;Willie D&lt;br /&gt;I make big money, I drive big cars&lt;br /&gt;Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star&lt;br /&gt;But late at night, somethin ain't right&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights&lt;br /&gt;Is it that fool that I ran off the block?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that nigga last week that I shot?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars&lt;br /&gt;Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour&lt;br /&gt;Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no use to me lyin, I was scareder than a motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick&lt;br /&gt;If it's goin down let's get this shit over with&lt;br /&gt;Here they come, just like I figured&lt;br /&gt;I got my hand on the motherfuckin trigger&lt;br /&gt;What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin&lt;br /&gt;Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens&lt;br /&gt;I live by the sword&lt;br /&gt;I take my boys everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid&lt;br /&gt;I keep lookin over my shoulder and peepin around corners My mind is playin tricks on me&lt;br /&gt;Verse Three:&lt;br /&gt;ScarfaceDay by day it's more impossible to copeI feel like I'm the one that's doing dope&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous&lt;br /&gt;Every Sunday mornin I'm in service&lt;br /&gt;Prayin for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;And tryin to find an exit out the business&lt;br /&gt;I know the Lord is lookin at me&lt;br /&gt;But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy&lt;br /&gt;I often drift while I drive&lt;br /&gt;Havin fatal thoughts of suicide&lt;br /&gt;BANG and get it over with&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit&lt;br /&gt;I got a little boy to look after&lt;br /&gt;And if I died then my child would be a bastard&lt;br /&gt;I had a woman down with me&lt;br /&gt;But to me it seemed like she was down to get me&lt;br /&gt;She helped me out in this shit&lt;br /&gt;But to me she was just another bitch&lt;br /&gt;Now she's back with her mother&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm realizing that I love her&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feelin lonely&lt;br /&gt;My mind is playin tricks on me&lt;br /&gt;Verse Four: Bushwick Bill&lt;br /&gt;This year Halloween fell on a weekend&lt;br /&gt;Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin&lt;br /&gt;Robbin little kids for bags&lt;br /&gt;Till an old man got behind our ass&lt;br /&gt;So we speeded up the pace&lt;br /&gt;Took a look back, and he was right before our face&lt;br /&gt;He'd be in for a squabble no doubt&lt;br /&gt;So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth&lt;br /&gt;He was goin down, we figured&lt;br /&gt;But this was no ordinary nigga&lt;br /&gt;He stood about six or seven feet&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's the nigga I'd be seein in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;So we triple-teamed on him&lt;br /&gt;Droppin them motherfuckin B's on him&lt;br /&gt;The more I swung the more blood flew&lt;br /&gt;Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt just like a fiend&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't even close to Halloween&lt;br /&gt;It was dark as fuck on the streets&lt;br /&gt;My hands were all bloody, from punchin on the concrete&lt;br /&gt;God damn, homie&lt;br /&gt;My mind is playin tricks on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The thoughts precisely..................................................................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-5922261360093156515?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735169341412939113.post-4544036084266310134</id><published>2008-06-09T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:07:18.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Give Me a Cool Drink of Water 'for I Diiie</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;They Went Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went home and told their wives,&lt;br /&gt;that never once in all their lives,&lt;br /&gt;had they known a girl like me,&lt;br /&gt;But..... Thye went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Said my house was licking clean,&lt;br /&gt;no word I spoke was ever mean,&lt;br /&gt;I had an air of mystery,&lt;br /&gt;But....they went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My praises were on all men's lips,&lt;br /&gt;they liked my smile, my wit, my hips,&lt;br /&gt;they'd spend one night, or two or three&lt;br /&gt;But....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I think About Myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about myself,&lt;br /&gt;I almost laugh myself to death,&lt;br /&gt;My life has been one great big joke&lt;br /&gt;A dance that's walked&lt;br /&gt;A song that's spoke,&lt;br /&gt;I laugh so hard I almost choke&lt;br /&gt;When I think about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixty years in these folks' world&lt;br /&gt;The child I works for call me girl&lt;br /&gt;I say "Yes ma'am" for working's sake&lt;br /&gt;Too proud to bend&lt;br /&gt;Too poor to break,&lt;br /&gt;I laugh until my stom,ach ache,&lt;br /&gt;When I think about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My folks can make me split my side,&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard I nearly died,&lt;br /&gt;The tales they tell, sound just like lying,&lt;br /&gt;They grow the fruit,&lt;br /&gt;But eat the rind,&lt;br /&gt;I laugh until I satrt to cry,&lt;br /&gt;When I think about my folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;strong&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-4544036084266310134?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/4544036084266310134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735169341412939113&amp;postID=4544036084266310134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Clyde</title><content type='html'>I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]I think of youWhen the morning comes and the nighttime goes away (all day)&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever think that we won't be okay (no way)&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing stopping me from loving you&lt;br /&gt;Touching and rubbing and kissing and hugging you&lt;br /&gt;What's this feeling taking over me&lt;br /&gt;Baby that's love and it ain't no stopping itI don't know as far as the eyes can see&lt;br /&gt;Pick up the pace and it aint no dropping it&lt;br /&gt;Always forever I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;You're my Bonnie I'm your Clyde&lt;br /&gt;That's the way that its gonna beI'm in love with you and you in love with me&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and talk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Go outside and take a walk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me (I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and talk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Go outside and take a walk for a minuteIt's you and me&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe That someone like you will love me endlessly (forever)&lt;br /&gt;If this goes our way my love will always be (eternally)&lt;br /&gt;You have set my mind my love my heart so free&lt;br /&gt;Together forever however just you and me&lt;br /&gt;What's this feeling taking over me&lt;br /&gt;Baby that's love and it aint no stopping it&lt;br /&gt;I don't know as far as the eyes can see&lt;br /&gt;Pick up the pace and it aint no dropping it&lt;br /&gt;Always forever I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;You're my Bonnie I'm your Clyde&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's the way that it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with you and you're in love with me&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and talk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Go outside and take a walk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me (I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and talk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Go outside and take a walk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me[Bridge](I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;To have you right next to me&lt;br /&gt;Here by my side(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;To kiss and caress you girl&lt;br /&gt;While holding you tight(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;Can't imagine life without youIt just ain't right(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;I got a whole lot of lovingAnd you gonna get it tonight&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and talk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Go outside and take a walk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me (I can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;Sit down and talk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Go outside and take a walk for a minute&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-2785332975828388203?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735169341412939113.post-9004817153711072683</id><published>2008-04-27T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T02:38:32.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strategy and Obama</title><content type='html'>If there is a place I would love to be, it would be the inner circle and the strategy of 'Team Obama'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shudder and almost tremble at the amount of brain power that would be sitted in the same room working out the strategy for Obama to win the the race for Presidency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The myiad of variables, parameters and constants that would be factored into the equation of the winning strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War, Economics, People, Welfare, Health, Education, Religion, Taxes, Sexual Inclinations, Politics, Opinions, Biases, Amenities, Governance, Business, Power .... the list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how may hours they sit in meetings and debates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how they arrive at conclusions and decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder the process and approach they use in arriving at their strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internal politics and personal preferences also come into place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be like courtiers in the king court, with all the drama attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room and margin for error will be so so minimal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What degrees, experience, education, background, disciplines etc will the 'Team Obama' people have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they know they are rewriting the world order? I bet they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulletproof strategy is what they are trying to build and fashion out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give an arm to be an observer of these proceedings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God help them and God help me to update my blog regualrly too............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-9004817153711072683?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/9004817153711072683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735169341412939113&amp;postID=9004817153711072683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/9004817153711072683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/9004817153711072683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/2008/04/strategy-and-obama.html' title='Strategy and Obama'/><author><name>Moments with Orlando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506668837417799519</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-1735169341412939113.post-2684887786190387791</id><published>2008-04-27T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T02:24:13.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strategy and the fat smoker</title><content type='html'>I love strategy, makes my blood rush when I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Maister says................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of what individuals and firms do in the name of strategic planning is a complete waste of time and about as effective as making New Year’s resolutions. The reasons are the same in both situations. Personally and professionally, we already know that we should do: lose weight, give up smoking, and exercise more. In business, strategic plans are also stuffed with familiar goals: build client relationships, act like team players, and provide fulfilling, motivating careers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want the benefits of these things. We know what to do, we know why we should do it, and we know how to do it. Yet most businesses and individuals don’t do what’s good for them.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that many change efforts are based on the assumption that all you have to do is explain to people that their lives could be better, convince them that the goals are worth going for, and show them how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this assumption is patently false. If it were true, there would be no drug addicts, no alcoholics, or bad marriages in the world. “Oh, I see, this behavior’s not good for me? Ah well then, I’ll stop, of course!” What nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet strategic plans and annual speeches by CEOs, managing partners, management consultants, and others continue to adopt this same useless structure: “Look at how fabulous it would be if you were a fit, nonsmoking exerciser, David!” My usual response? “True, but please shut up and go away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the response of most audiences to the manager’s or consultant’s latest vision or strategy: “We knew all this a long time ago. Why don’t you ask us why we don’t do it?” Now there’s an interesting question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why We Don’t Do It&lt;br /&gt;The primary reason we do not work at behaviors which we know we need to improve is that the rewards (and pleasure) are in the future; the disruption, discomfort and discipline needed to get there are immediate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reach our goals, we must first change our lifestyle and our daily habits now. Then we must summon the courage to keep up the new habits and not yield to all the old familiar temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, and only then, we get the benefits later. As human beings, we are not good at delayed gratification. We start self-improvement programs with good intentions, but if they don’t pay off immediately, or if a temptation to depart from the program arises, we abandon our efforts completely—until the next time we pretend to be on the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never a truer word spoken&lt;/strong&gt; !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-2684887786190387791?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/2684887786190387791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735169341412939113&amp;postID=2684887786190387791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/2684887786190387791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/2684887786190387791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/2008/04/strategy-and-fat-smoker.html' title='Strategy and the fat smoker'/><author><name>Moments with Orlando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506668837417799519</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-1735169341412939113.post-1341337847899224811</id><published>2008-04-27T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T02:18:50.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is what we came to live</title><content type='html'>Yep, Life is what we came to live,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is the primary reason we here are here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to live it to the full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Houses, Clothes nor Cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life should be balanced mix of all these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None should wipe out the others nor take over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really what we came here to live!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-1341337847899224811?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/1341337847899224811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735169341412939113&amp;postID=1341337847899224811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/1341337847899224811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/1341337847899224811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-is-what-we-came-to-live.html' title='Life is what we came to live'/><author><name>Moments with Orlando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506668837417799519</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-1735169341412939113.post-7844611319801401732</id><published>2008-04-03T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T04:25:40.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd of April (Sis Birthday)</title><content type='html'>It's my Sister's Birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They used to call her my twin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I used to call her my twin. I belive she was the twin I lost. So did my grand Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She followed me everywhere, has a name like mine where the only difference was the replacement of my U with an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just two years older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart girl, very smart actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a year ahead in secondary school but caught up, while I was faffing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got better grades in mathematics than I got in the first year in University. Couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;I thought my mathematics was fairly decent, now I know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love her like I love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed with me like glue. Polytechnic, Univerity, United Kingdom, what more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong, Stong headed and determined, just like our Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enterpreneural, very, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With two kids and a Husband, she is grown in family life for light years ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative and Dynamic, almost too way off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless her on this day and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray her dreams, hopes and aspirations come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray she get sthe guidiance, support, direction and strenght that she needs in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday dear sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't bloged in 58 days. waooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-7844611319801401732?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/7844611319801401732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735169341412939113&amp;postID=7844611319801401732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/7844611319801401732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/7844611319801401732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/2008/04/3rd-of-february-sis-birthday.html' title='3rd of April (Sis Birthday)'/><author><name>Moments with Orlando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506668837417799519</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-1735169341412939113.post-1591613819905142292</id><published>2008-02-06T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:44:45.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings and Writings</title><content type='html'>Murphy’s Laws&lt;br /&gt;If anything can go wrong, it will&lt;br /&gt;If anything can’t go wrong, it still will.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is ever as simple as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Everything takes longer than you expect.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you set out to, something else must be done first.&lt;br /&gt;You can’t do just one thing—there are always consequences.&lt;br /&gt;If everything seems to be going on will, you have obviously overlooked something.&lt;br /&gt;Nature a always sides with the hidden flaw.&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;It’s impossible to make anything foolproof, because fools are so ingenious.&lt;br /&gt;Always lie low -- you can’t fall off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Never lose heart -- they might want to cut it out.&lt;br /&gt;You can fool some of the people all of the time and all of the people some of the time, and that my friend is sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tempest&lt;br /&gt;Our revels now are ended. These our actors,&lt;br /&gt;As I foretold  you, were all spirits and&lt;br /&gt;Are melted into air, into thin air;&lt;br /&gt;And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,&lt;br /&gt;The cloud capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,&lt;br /&gt;The solemn temples, the great globe itself,&lt;br /&gt;Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;&lt;br /&gt;And like this insubstantial pageant faded,&lt;br /&gt;Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff&lt;br /&gt;As dreams are made on, and our little life&lt;br /&gt;Is rounded with a sleep.&lt;br /&gt;--- William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I contradict myself?&lt;br /&gt;Very well then....I contradict myself;&lt;br /&gt;I am large....I contain multitudes.&lt;br /&gt;----Walt Whitman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of winter, I found there was within me an invincible summer.—Albert Camus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....in the small matter trust the mind, in the large ones, the heart.... – Sigmund Freud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things never were “the way they used to be”.&lt;br /&gt;Things never will be “the way it’s going to be someday”.&lt;br /&gt;Things are always just the way they are for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;And the time being is always in motion,&lt;br /&gt;---Alexander Evangeli  Xenopouloudakis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All from Robert Fulghum (Words I wish I wrote).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-1591613819905142292?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/1591613819905142292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735169341412939113&amp;postID=1591613819905142292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/1591613819905142292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/1591613819905142292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/2008/02/musings-and-writings.html' title='Musings and Writings'/><author><name>Moments with Orlando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506668837417799519</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-1735169341412939113.post-1018509398760653559</id><published>2008-02-03T00:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T01:12:15.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yanni, Dom and B.K</title><content type='html'>Its sunday morning and I am carrying out a ritual I usually did with my friend Dominic (Arnold Echekwube). Listening to Yanni.&lt;br /&gt;I like Yanni, there is something about his music that is deep, soothing and reflective.&lt;br /&gt;Nightingale, Tribute, Renegade, Dance with a Stranger, November Sky, A Night to remember, Playing by Heart, Sand Dance etc. I really like this guy's music.&lt;br /&gt;Dom was my friend. he was my bossom friend. we built all our dreams, hopes, castles and aspirations together. I lived with him and he lived with me. I loved this guy.&lt;br /&gt;He introduced me to Yanni, Enya, John Tesh and he made me love tracy chapman.&lt;br /&gt;We climed the hill together for a gruelling 8 hours, we made travel plans together.&lt;br /&gt;He made application development real and tangible to me, then he made it look like childs play.&lt;br /&gt;He consulted me on almost any and everything and took my advice and opinion seriously.&lt;br /&gt;If there ever was a true genius, he was one. was intuitive about everything.&lt;br /&gt;I can't bring myself to delete his messages from my phone or his contact details.&lt;br /&gt;I still have his mails in my box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now it's B.K. (Bukky Nee Kolade)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our code name for her.&lt;br /&gt;Nice, gentle, caring. Actually pleasant is the most apt word for her.&lt;br /&gt;I went to her room scores of times, spent long nights and hours talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed each others company.&lt;br /&gt;Struck me most times like as angel.&lt;br /&gt;Never dated her for some reason, I don't know my self.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I spoke with her was december 2006. I guess she was just about to get married around then. Sounded very much as pleasant as ever.&lt;br /&gt;Wished her well, wished her very well.&lt;br /&gt;Heard she passed away. As she tried to give birth to her baby.&lt;br /&gt;I neither can imagine nor would like to know the pain of her husband and family.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it. Still can't.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely gone too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say it's sunday and I am listening to Yanni and thinking of the "Gone".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-1018509398760653559?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/1018509398760653559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735169341412939113&amp;postID=1018509398760653559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/1018509398760653559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/1018509398760653559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/2008/02/yanni-dom-and-bk.html' title='Yanni, Dom and B.K'/><author><name>Moments with Orlando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506668837417799519</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735169341412939113.post-6406095807239225693</id><published>2008-01-29T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T05:05:03.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asa (Asha) --- Excellent Music</title><content type='html'>Lovely music, Nice tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 3: Bibanke, bo mi ban san, fimi sile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 5: Fire on the mountain top, but no one is a running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 6: Eye Adaba,wa ba le mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 8: Awe: Waidiiiii (This guy pregnated some older lady, twice his age). so so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 9: Peace (Runaway, were ja si igbo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 10: So beautiful (Eba mi kira fun mama mi, Orisa bi Iya o si ---for Mama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 11: Iba (Aoooohh, Aha Aho, Iba fun Eledumare---To God)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing this in traffic, in the back sit of my car. I love my country and I thank God for little mercies).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-6406095807239225693?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/6406095807239225693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735169341412939113&amp;postID=6406095807239225693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/6406095807239225693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/6406095807239225693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/2008/01/asa-asha-excellent-music.html' title='Asa (Asha) --- Excellent Music'/><author><name>Moments with Orlando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506668837417799519</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-1735169341412939113.post-3492708470683829145</id><published>2008-01-25T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T08:53:19.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From India with Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-E5bm9jujM/R5yt-D6_deI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fsJmU3QWuJU/s1600-h/DSCF0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160190554775975394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-E5bm9jujM/R5yt-D6_deI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fsJmU3QWuJU/s320/DSCF0212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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Love'/><author><name>Moments with Orlando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506668837417799519</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_f-E5bm9jujM/R5yt-D6_deI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fsJmU3QWuJU/s72-c/DSCF0212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735169341412939113.post-4844811152758815172</id><published>2008-01-23T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T03:13:07.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be a rock star (I love this song)</title><content type='html'>Rock Star LyricsArtist(Band):Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm through with standing in line to the clubs&lt;br /&gt;i'll never get inIt's like the bottom of the ninth and I'm never gonna win&lt;br /&gt;This life hasn't turned out quite the way I want it to be(tell me what you want)&lt;br /&gt;I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs&lt;br /&gt;And a bathroom I can play baseball in&lt;br /&gt;And a king size tub big enough for ten plus me(yeah,so what you need)&lt;br /&gt;I'll need a, a credit card that's got no limit&lt;br /&gt;And a big black jet with a bedroom in it&lt;br /&gt;Gonna join the mile high club&lt;br /&gt;At thirty-seven thousand feet(Been there done that)&lt;br /&gt;I want a new tour bus full of old guitars&lt;br /&gt;And my own star on Hollywood Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between cher and James Dean is fine for me(So how ya gonna do it?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame&lt;br /&gt;I'd even cut my hair and change my name&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]'&lt;br /&gt;Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars&lt;br /&gt;Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars&lt;br /&gt;The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap&lt;br /&gt;We'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hang out in the coolest bars&lt;br /&gt;In the VIP with the movie stars&lt;br /&gt;Every good gold digger's Gonna wind up there&lt;br /&gt;Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;and well..Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels&lt;br /&gt;Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes&lt;br /&gt;Sign a couple autographs So I can eat my meals for free(I have a quesadilla... on the house)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna dress my ass with the latest fashion&lt;br /&gt;Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion&lt;br /&gt;Gonna date a centerfold that loves to blow my money for me(So how ya gonna do it?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna trade this life For fortune and fame&lt;br /&gt;I'd even cut my hair And change my name'&lt;br /&gt;Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars&lt;br /&gt;Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars&lt;br /&gt;The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap&lt;br /&gt;We'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hang out in the coolest bars&lt;br /&gt;In the VIP with the movie stars&lt;br /&gt;Every good gold digger's Gonna wind up there&lt;br /&gt;Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hide out in the private rooms&lt;br /&gt;With the latest dictionary in today's who's who&lt;br /&gt;We'll get you anythingwith that evil smile&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial well..Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censors&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser&lt;br /&gt;Get washed-up singers writing all my songs&lt;br /&gt;Lip sync 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong&lt;br /&gt;Well we all just wanna be big rockstars&lt;br /&gt;Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars&lt;br /&gt;The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap&lt;br /&gt;We'll all stay skinny cause we just won't eat&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hang out in the coolest bars&lt;br /&gt;In the VIP with the movie stars&lt;br /&gt;Every good gold digger's Gonna wind up there&lt;br /&gt;Every Playboy bunny with her bleach blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;And we'll hide out in the private rooms&lt;br /&gt;With the latest dictionary in today's who's who&lt;br /&gt;We'll get you anything with that evil smile&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial well..&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-4844811152758815172?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/4844811152758815172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735169341412939113.post-1973899487903104377</id><published>2008-01-21T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:18:22.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be</title><content type='html'>The world was built as we see it by entrepreneurs. States, Nations, Companies and Organisations were built by visionary leaders and exceptional persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initiatives taken by these people were supported by other people. Intrapreneurs, they help actualise the dreams and the aspirations of the Entrepreneurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can we all be enterpreneurs. Are some of us destined to be intrapreneurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do the know and have that makes them tick. what drvies them? vision, money, ideas, a cause, to help mankind, to do something extraodinary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you have to have to be one? balls, brains, brawns or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the rate of success for entrepreneurs, for every one entrepreneur that succeded, how many failed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is  it better to take a good well paying job than to strike out on your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is "being on your own" entrepreneuship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something in the DNA of people that make then have an affinity for entrepreneurship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does timing and market opportunity have to do with it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess to be or not to be is what we all have to consider at some point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cha Cha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-1973899487903104377?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/1973899487903104377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735169341412939113&amp;postID=1973899487903104377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/1973899487903104377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/1973899487903104377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be'/><author><name>Moments with Orlando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506668837417799519</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-1735169341412939113.post-2706849185927906108</id><published>2008-01-19T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T15:40:22.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Rich, Richie Richie</title><content type='html'>Walahiiiiiii you and I are better off rich than otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rich neither have nor understand the pain of the poor, they don’t have their issues, concerns nor do the same things keep them awake at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor are hungry, the rich watch their diet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rich are concerned about family planning the poor can’t be bothered or believe the least they can do it maximize the gift of child bearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rich go on vacation, the poor save their money otherwise never have enough to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One term in the primary school of the rich pays for a life of time education for the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list of differences is endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My questions are, do they have all they want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do the rich get rich, how do they get to where they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What plays the major factor in their getting rich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they always know they were going to be rich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do they spend their money, on who, on what, when do they spend their money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose we all would never support unethical approaches to getting rich but we would probably not mind the good effect and comfort riches bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor need the money of the rich, the rich need to help the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they don’t the effect of the poverty will eventually affect the rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is good, people who say it’s not, have neither seen nor felt the effect of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be rich, only God knows what I would do with it when I get it. Welllllll.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than that I want to be influential, have good health and positively affect mankind, I would like to believe we all want the same. Cha Cha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-2706849185927906108?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/2706849185927906108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735169341412939113&amp;postID=2706849185927906108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/2706849185927906108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/2706849185927906108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-rich-richie-richie.html' title='Little Rich, Richie Richie'/><author><name>Moments with Orlando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506668837417799519</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-1735169341412939113.post-758922933680646062</id><published>2008-01-17T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:31:01.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Scattered</title><content type='html'>My favourite subject is strategy. I believe the person or organisation with superior strategy wins the game, race or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is creativity? is it about something really nice or must it be about something weird, out of the ordinary and unusual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feed on assumptions, feelings, emotions, thoughts, opinions and ideas. Where does facts and reality come into place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am judgemental, I hate to think I am but I am. If otherwise how could I ever criticize what someone else thinks, does or says? I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music, Music, Music. What do they say about it? Fuel for love, rhythm for life, weapon for battle, basis for unison? Or whatever...... I can’t do without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they over rated or under rated or what? Good, Love, Food, Church, Sex, family, Good Cars, Books, friends. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just say Sex being over rated or underrated? Well, Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do the dead do? do they see us and look at us everyday or are they preoccupied with some other stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much sleep do we really need? 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 10 hours every day or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need some now. Cha Cha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-758922933680646062?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/758922933680646062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735169341412939113&amp;postID=758922933680646062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/758922933680646062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/758922933680646062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/2008/01/really-scattered.html' title='Really Scattered'/><author><name>Moments with Orlando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506668837417799519</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-1735169341412939113.post-7095656780544639696</id><published>2008-01-14T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T11:18:10.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How busy do we really get?</title><content type='html'>Can’t believe I have thought about updating this blog for 2 weeks and I haven’t been able to. Why is that: is that I have been very busy (easiest excuse), others include maybe I don’t know the importance or value of a blog, maybe it’s not just priority for me, well I don’t know. It’s got to be something.&lt;br /&gt;I cringe anytime I am about to say I have been busy, especially when trying to justify why I didn’t remember a particular persons birthday, why I forgot something very important etc&lt;br /&gt;What comes to mind is, how busy is George Bush, Tony Blair, Gordon Brown, Bill Gates, The Pope, P Diddy and others. How dare I say busy in the presence of such eminent and high achieving people?&lt;br /&gt;Where and how does working hard become working smart? Would there be a more effective and productive person if you put them in my shoes and on my job?&lt;br /&gt;I suppose we all get a blank cheque of 24hours. What we spend it on, how we spend it and the value we get out of it is absolutely dependent on us.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a time management course might help, maybe not. Maybe it’s our bad practices, attitudes and behaviours. Well again maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is always a better and more effective way of doing things and getting things done. More value, better results, faster time to delivery and who knows maybe less effort.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe being busy is an albatross we use at will. Whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to get back to work. Until I get a faster and better approach to doing my work, I have to say I am very very busy.&lt;br /&gt;Cha Cha&lt;br /&gt;I have missed writing this blog. Hopefully I will do this tomorow, and Imight write about what drives me, what drives us and....what we drive..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-7095656780544639696?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/7095656780544639696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735169341412939113&amp;postID=7095656780544639696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/7095656780544639696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/7095656780544639696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-we-busy-do-we-really-get.html' title='How busy do we really get?'/><author><name>Moments with Orlando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506668837417799519</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-1735169341412939113.post-2888669680558230560</id><published>2008-01-01T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T07:25:29.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing about new year resolutions and more!!!</title><content type='html'>okayyyy, thank God, it's a new year. 2008 to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;What can we say but be glad and happy that we made it.&lt;br /&gt;As usual i suppose we have all made our resolutions or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;Stop drinking, reduce food intake, loose some weight, become more religious or spiritual, love my mother inlaw, hate my neighbours, pass acca etc&lt;br /&gt;So what is it with making and breaking resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;Does the dawn of new calendar year signify the begining of new things or is it our decisions and commitments that signify new beginings?&lt;br /&gt;This my friend is my take on this.&lt;br /&gt;If we wait till the begining of a new year or the end of an old year to make decisions and commitments, this will pass away as soon as the euphoria and excitement of the year goes (which happens to be between the 2nd and 15th of the month of january).&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to change things or make a change then do it, forget about dates and nomenclatures. just do it (nikeeeee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you go to church on new years eve or did u go this new years eve?&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed at how hard people pray at the 12pm juncture. its like they expect the blessings of God to immediately come down at that point and more like they don,t plan to pray anymore during the new year.&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me, just mussinggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i will copy this from a blog I visit regularly (contranianconsulting.com), hope u guys like it and all the best in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the New Year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Bring you the confidence to know when you’re right and to admit when you’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;• Present more discretionary time than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;• Provide insights that enable you to live a more productive life.&lt;br /&gt;• Heal old wounds.&lt;br /&gt;• Create a brand new, impassioned hobby.&lt;br /&gt;• Take you to places you’ve never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;• Return you to some of your favorite places.&lt;br /&gt;• Sharpen your senses so that you have fewer unpleasant surprises.&lt;br /&gt;• Allow deep passions to be justified and fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;• Play the songs that take you back to the happiest times of your life.&lt;br /&gt;• Make you laugh out loud, no matter who is nearby.&lt;br /&gt;• Deepen your friendships.&lt;br /&gt;• Foster understanding and alleviate guilt.&lt;br /&gt;• Deliver three fine options for every decision.&lt;br /&gt;• Allow you to taste as much wine as you dare.&lt;br /&gt;• Paint an occasional sunrise and sunset that you will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;• Treat you to an accolade or award from those you respect the most.&lt;br /&gt;• Challenge you, so that you thrive while succeeding and learn while failing.&lt;br /&gt;• Tease you with hint of even better things to come next year.&lt;br /&gt;• Enable you to love without limit or restraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, to this community of enlightenment.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-2888669680558230560?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1735169341412939113.post-5068077915832503461</id><published>2007-12-31T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T04:14:07.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HSBC (yourpointofview.com)</title><content type='html'>Hippie, I found it.&lt;br /&gt;what? the hsbc ad at heathrow. really really nice.&lt;br /&gt;okay, why I am going on about this, its because the message is really profound. my point of view, your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;Its always about where we stand or where we are standing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why people always want us to only see things from there point of view. like its the only one that exist.&lt;br /&gt;The best of our efforts is still from our own point of view. sometimes and I dare to say most times our facts are totally interwoven with our biases and personal opinion.&lt;br /&gt;I read phillip emeagwali (i hope i got that spelling right). he talked about history and said it is "His story". the story told from the point of view of the storyteller. kapish.&lt;br /&gt;"A different point of view is simply a view from where u are not".&lt;br /&gt;need I say more...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is really good. Powerseductionandwar.com. My favourite blog.&lt;br /&gt;talk about addiction. robert greene has got me addicted to his blog. but he doesn't write it regularly anymore. i guess that was part of his plan. mass seduction or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;I go there like everyday praying and hoping he would post something. nahhhhhhh. he does it at his own time, pace and space.&lt;br /&gt;what more or less would u expect from a guy who wrote those powerful books (power, suduction and war dahhhhh!!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made true my word. to write about hsbc. clap, clap.&lt;br /&gt;well, well, well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-5068077915832503461?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/5068077915832503461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735169341412939113&amp;postID=5068077915832503461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/5068077915832503461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/5068077915832503461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/2007/12/hsbc-yourpointofviewcom.html' title='HSBC (yourpointofview.com)'/><author><name>Moments with Orlando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506668837417799519</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-1735169341412939113.post-445757677486058390</id><published>2007-12-31T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T04:23:13.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>31st of December 2007 (For Starters)</title><content type='html'>Wao, its the eve of the new year (2007) and I am just creating my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;I work in IT, spend the better part of my days on my computer, little wonder I don't indulge in the use of it for social networking etc. I am not on facebook, not on myspace, not on any other funny thing like. I make a living from computers and that is about it. When i need to chat, play, fool around i know where to go but not on the computer. well well.&lt;br /&gt;In the days to come, maybe I will write and post in here, maybe I will never get to do it again. we would never know would we?&lt;br /&gt;2008. I plan to take pictures, actually decided to do photography as an alternative career, like alternative medicine. Good i have a professional camera to achieve this.&lt;br /&gt;How personal are these blogs meant to be, or are they one more platform to cover up whoever we really are? just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;Okay i need to commit my self to writing this blog. so in the next days, weeks and months to come i wil write about a couple of topics and and about people in and out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say this is about me writing and i really do not give a hoot if u think i am saying rubbish or otherwise or if u think i am factually correct with the stuff i am saying. thats your problem not mine.&lt;br /&gt;Okay a couple of topics:&lt;br /&gt;HSBC advert (i love the various pictures u see at heathrow airport in london)&lt;br /&gt;My christmas presents in the 2007 (that one sef na big talk)&lt;br /&gt;Taiwo Oyewole (graphic artist extraordinaire)&lt;br /&gt;Winds against my soul (personal troubles)&lt;br /&gt;Storms at my sea shore more personal troubles)&lt;br /&gt;Of God and demons (dont ask me what that is)&lt;br /&gt;Ovie Whisky (Dorooooooooooooooooooooooo)&lt;br /&gt;Many W in and out of my Life(thats a whole book)&lt;br /&gt;Fidelis (Doccccccccccccccccccccccc)&lt;br /&gt;My Library (long list, really long)&lt;br /&gt;I have run out of ideas, God help me.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for starters I guess.&lt;br /&gt;So i wish you all a merry merry happy happy new year. Hope and pray your dreams and aspirations will come tyrue this new year. amin eee po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to edit this, jessss, i hate editing. cha cha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1735169341412939113-445757677486058390?l=momentswithorlando.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/feeds/445757677486058390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1735169341412939113&amp;postID=445757677486058390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/445757677486058390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1735169341412939113/posts/default/445757677486058390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentswithorlando.blogspot.com/2007/12/31st-of-december-2007-for-starters.html' title='31st of December 2007 (For Starters)'/><author><name>Moments with Orlando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11506668837417799519</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></feed>
