<?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-6436336189589775188</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:16:22.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>musuuza</title><subtitle type='html'>twin sister</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musuuza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436336189589775188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musuuza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698645135348161569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436336189589775188.post-8676792472058999505</id><published>2007-09-21T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T19:16:16.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY PEOPLE SHOULD GET MARRIED</title><content type='html'>People should get married because its part of human nature.when God created a man,he realised that a man needs some one to confart him and thats why he created  a woman to stay together with him.&lt;br /&gt;    Marriage is part of co-creation.when a man and a woman get together as a husband and a wife, they are able to give birth to children and make a family but when a man and aman sleep together or a woman with woman giving birth can not happen .&lt;br /&gt;    Marriage helps to contol  sexual transimited diseases like Aids.most people with STDS are not married and this is commonly in youths who  take sex as part of fun and since they are  not yet married, they go on changing from one preson to another and they transimit these dieases to other people.Though these diseases are in un married people,it can be found in marreid couples esspecially when one cheats on the other.&lt;br /&gt;    Marriage is part of confort.most people fill canfortable when they are with their lovers.They are able to share secreats together,give advise to each other and solvethere problems together.this has realy helped so many couples to  stay together and make a strong marriage and families.&lt;br /&gt;     Marriage  helps to control adultary.Thi is realy a bad habit esspecially in men who are not married and it involves rape, divoce,defilments which may lead to imprisonment .so for one to escape prison life, he has to get married&lt;br /&gt;     all in all,marriage is love and love is nature.love is not only in human beings but even to animals,birds and every living creatue. so if other creatures have love,human beings should get married to fullfill God's plans  co creation.&lt;br /&gt;       Marriage is  a gift given by God to stay togethernot just for days but for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436336189589775188-8676792472058999505?l=musuuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musuuza.blogspot.com/feeds/8676792472058999505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6436336189589775188&amp;postID=8676792472058999505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436336189589775188/posts/default/8676792472058999505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436336189589775188/posts/default/8676792472058999505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musuuza.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-people-should-get-married.html' title='WHY PEOPLE SHOULD GET MARRIED'/><author><name>bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698645135348161569</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-6436336189589775188.post-7159102418638680578</id><published>2007-09-15T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T17:02:38.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BEST TEACHER IN HIGH SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>When i was in my last year of high school,i had one teacher by the name mr Alex that i used to like better than others.he used to teache me economics and he was the best teacher that everyone could  ever know in the whole school.Since we where about to do our final exams and graduate with good points,he had to put too much emphasis on our class so that we come out with good grades in his subject.Three weeks to the final exam,we had a discussion in the class and  since everyone was on tension, all students attended it.&lt;br /&gt;   The discussion started at 11 oclock when mr Alex enterd the class. We all payed atension and whatever he was asking atleast  everyone had an aidia of  the question. the class went on smoothly up to the time it was surposed to end and that was at 1 oclock in the afternoon.Sudenly the teacher came out with a question which i dont remember now that  defited everyone and remember that it was time for lunch everyone is hungry waiting to go and put something in the stomach.The teacher was like no one is going out till you get the correct answer.the whole class that was happy for  lunch time turned there faces angry and when i thought of my self i just cried because i had taken the whole day without eating anything expecting to take something during that time.O my God that was the worst time  that i had never expected.the students tried to trick our teacher to let us out but he could not and one boy came from his sit asking the  teacher to let him out  atleast a short col and the teacher was like urinate in any of the coners in the calss.ofcourse he couldn't do it and he sat back to his place.All this happened and i realized that he was teaching us how to THINK..By the time he let us out,we had tried our best to think and we found the answer.We left the class but   lunch time had ended.we looked for the food in every coner of the school but nothing we found and we had to go back in the class for another subject.Since that day i could look at my best teacher like my worst teacher i have ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;   Time came we did our finals and the question was  there too and almost the all class passed that question that made us think.He bacame my best teacher the second time after i passed economics and whenever i find him any where,i could remind him that day.I will live to remember  the teacher who made me think when hungry and crying.Mr Alex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436336189589775188-7159102418638680578?l=musuuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musuuza.blogspot.com/feeds/7159102418638680578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6436336189589775188&amp;postID=7159102418638680578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436336189589775188/posts/default/7159102418638680578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436336189589775188/posts/default/7159102418638680578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musuuza.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-best-teacher-in-high-school.html' title='MY BEST TEACHER IN HIGH SCHOOL'/><author><name>bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698645135348161569</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-6436336189589775188.post-3572772675019142135</id><published>2007-09-09T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:19:29.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the 4 things about me but one is untrue</title><content type='html'>i like to hung out with my friends especialy during weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like sleeping mostly when its raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i weigh 250 pounds and due to my weight i cannot run faster like my friends do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i complited high school in Africa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6436336189589775188-3572772675019142135?l=musuuza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musuuza.blogspot.com/feeds/3572772675019142135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6436336189589775188&amp;postID=3572772675019142135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436336189589775188/posts/default/3572772675019142135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6436336189589775188/posts/default/3572772675019142135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musuuza.blogspot.com/2007/09/4-things-about-me-but-one-is-untrue.html' title='the 4 things about me but one is untrue'/><author><name>bridget</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698645135348161569</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>
