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This is my first ulog category entry.
Yesterday, I woke up, feeling confident that my country was going to go through to the next round even if it meant we were going to draw the match.

I got up, did a quick review of posts to be curated on esteem, by the way, using the esteem app actually attracts extra curation for quality content.
After that, I decided to go for a haircut and returned home.

When I got home, I realized I was hungry. Turns out I have been eating and actually putting on weight, probably as a result of the 'bulking up' process I am undergoing at the moment.

For those who don't understand, bulking up is the process of systematically gaining weight for certain reasons, mine is for body building. Turns out someone told me to actually bulk up and I felt it is time to do so.

After preparing jollof rice, I turned on the generator to use the opportunity to teach my friend a lesson in ps3.
He was trying to actually win me on pro evolution soccer but well try was all he could, I whooped his ass blue black, even with teams with lesser quality.

When he got tired of losing, we turned off the console and switched off the generator and went back to having good old conversations.
Received a lot of calls from someone and that really put a smile on my face.

After that, the house became a commercial center...lol, people were just trooping in and asking questions as to time of the match and if they could come and watch it.
Well, fast forward to evening, jersey on me, we started watching the match.

Typical of most Nigerian matches, tempers were blaring like red lights on a police squad. After the match, it seemed like the theme was anger because everyone was just giving out hot steam from their heads and a lot of people actually got into verbal confrontations.

I went to bed with a mixture of anger, sadness and empathy half way through this post. Woke up and had to modify it.