<?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-9370671</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:48:31.535+08:00</updated><category term='birth month'/><category term='2009'/><category term='support'/><category term='trust'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='smart'/><category term='February 14'/><category term='Celebrities'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Lonely'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='horoscope'/><category term='Transformers'/><category term='fate'/><category term='olympics'/><category term='test'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='Lovers'/><category term='personality'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='girls'/><category term='Megan Fox'/><category term='new year'/><category term='the one'/><category term='breakup'/><category term='surprises'/><category term='Swimsuit'/><category term='celebration'/><category term='quit'/><category term='months'/><category term='salsa'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='detek redmond'/><category term='McBealism'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='God'/><category term='success'/><category term='romantic'/><category term='meeting'/><category term='employee'/><category term='destiny'/><category term='Maxim'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Pangkor Laut Resort'/><category term='strength'/><category term='llbq'/><category term='career'/><category term='model'/><category term='Nashua'/><category term='Elbe'/><category term='love'/><category term='Sports Illustrated'/><category term='profile'/><title type='text'>Lepaker's Destiny</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;All About Love, Life, Family and Friends&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Welcome to the the life of a Lepaker. Your path to life and living in this world of love, sex, friends, family, hobbies, parties, marriage, breakup, money, career and more. Set yourself free and let the Lepaker lead you to the world of Lepaker's Destiny...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-5358180645308334558</id><published>2011-06-14T10:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:49:16.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>When It's Time to Get Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Have you ever wonder when is the right time to get married? Is the person you are with the one you want to marry? Are they the one? Is there such thing as "The One"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Search deep within yourself and find the truth but it is easier said than done. You find and find and find and yet not get the answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pendoreilleco.org/photos/Auditor/gods_design_for_marriage_umjr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="http://www.pendoreilleco.org/photos/Auditor/gods_design_for_marriage_umjr.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Some say (those that are married) that you will know once you are there. But the truth that matter is, you will never know. Nobody will every know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;It's down to yourself and weather you are ready to get married. Whether you are ready to settle for the one person and go the distance in life. No partner will ever be perfect. There will always be troubles and yet you will fight through it, you will survive through and and grow stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Stay positive, stay with it. Keep it on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Good luck all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-5358180645308334558?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5358180645308334558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=5358180645308334558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/5358180645308334558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/5358180645308334558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-its-time-to-get-married.html' title='When It&apos;s Time to Get Married'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-1787081772523680537</id><published>2010-10-04T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T17:41:39.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detek redmond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>I'm Strong When I'm On Your Shoulder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;The heart sank watching this video... Derek Redmond during the 1992 Barcelona Olympics. Great and inspiring song too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Watch the video!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5dgJwEvhrA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X5dgJwEvhrA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ArtistTitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOSH GROBAN : "You Raise Me Up"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;&lt;br /&gt;When troubles come and my heart burdened be;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,&lt;br /&gt;Until you come and sit awhile with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up... To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up... To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no life - no life without its hunger;&lt;br /&gt;Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;&lt;br /&gt;But when you come and I am filled with wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up... To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up... To more than I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up... To more than I can be.   &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-1787081772523680537?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1787081772523680537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=1787081772523680537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/1787081772523680537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/1787081772523680537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-strong-when-im-on-your-shoulder.html' title='I&apos;m Strong When I&apos;m On Your Shoulder'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-3106919830956251778</id><published>2010-09-20T16:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T17:30:49.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>What Gift is a Good Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogs.westword.com/backbeat/Christmas%20Present%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://blogs.westword.com/backbeat/Christmas%20Present%202.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Do you guys celebrate Birthdays? I heard of many sort of celebrations. Some like to throw huge parties, some like it quiet. Some like family gatherings, some like it solitary. Some like loads of gifts or expensive ones, some like it simple where wishes would do. Some love surprises, some just prefer to organize their own party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;What's your flavor?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;What are some of the type of gifts you give to say family, friends or love ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;I personally like it simple. Nothing to big. Nothing to drastic. No gifts are fine with me. Most important is everyone around me have a good time. There is no greater feeling that to see those around you being happy on your birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Contrary to what is stated here, during my 30th birthday, I threw a huge party where I invited lots of folks to my private reserved dance club. It was a blast of an event. Lots of drunkard. Next day, suffering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Is this the type of birthday you want? So at the end of the day, what matter most is the remembrance of one's fabulous day for which you were born into this world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-3106919830956251778?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3106919830956251778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=3106919830956251778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/3106919830956251778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/3106919830956251778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-gift-is-good-gift.html' title='What Gift is a Good Gift'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-1204235630529229735</id><published>2010-09-15T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:30:06.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Love is in the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When do you know it's time to get married? Lots of thoughts crosses your mind? But one always wonders. Unless you don't intent to get married. Marriage is a bond. A join of two lives to become one stronger one. When is time??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's me know your thoughts. Drop a comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-1204235630529229735?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1204235630529229735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=1204235630529229735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/1204235630529229735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/1204235630529229735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the Air'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-3236661894092805283</id><published>2009-02-12T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:57:55.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salsa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting'/><title type='text'>Meeting Girls?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Valentine's day is around the corner and you haven't met a girl you wanna take out or get laid with? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read the article below by &lt;em&gt;Giuseppe Notte&lt;/em&gt; on "&lt;em&gt;Where Girls Go To Get Laid&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This time I want to talk about a wonderful opportunity to meet a large number of hot girls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it's one of the easiest places to pick up women - and by developing a little bit of skill, you'll have literally no competition. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most guys go to clubs only to find rejection from the girls and great competition from the other men. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But have you ever thought of visiting one of your local dancing schools? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, I know... Now you'll come up with the typical excuse: You're not a "very good" dancer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But use your brain! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If everyone were a good dancer, such schools wouldn't exist! There are also a large number of dances to choose from: I'm sure you can find one that you'll enjoy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just take my example: To be honest, I was never a good dancer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've never done any competitive sports, and when I was younger, I wasn't the best in gymnastics. But still, I decided to go for it and tried salsa dancing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And man, what I found! A great number of beautiful, single women eager for my attention! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apart from dance classes, most of the dance schools organize their own parties. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meeting girls at these parties is a piece of cake: You don't need to know lame pickup lines or fancy ways of approaching women. All you need to do is ask her for a dance, and the rest will flow naturally. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dancing, just grab her hand and ask if she wants to talk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you know how to dance just a bit, she will already be attracted to you and ready to go further. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Believe me, guys who know how to move are VERY ATTRACTIVE to women! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since there are also many girls who are interested and don't even know how to dance, you can go far with only basic skills. The basics are easy to acquire by taking dancing lessons for three or four months. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the party isn't over yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of these girls are not only single, but also very intelligent and know how to move their bodies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read: They are damn good in bed! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you're interested, I suggest you do a search on the Internet for local dance schools. Visit a few of them - then decide which is the best for you. I suggest you check out either salsa or standard Latin dance schools.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-3236661894092805283?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3236661894092805283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=3236661894092805283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/3236661894092805283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/3236661894092805283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2009/02/meeting-girls.html' title='Meeting Girls?'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-5663278797936777761</id><published>2009-02-11T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:14:07.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='February 14'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>V-Day is Cumming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Valentine's Day is coming... In fact, it's this Saturday, 14 of February! Same date every year without fail. How did Valetine's day come about? Find out more at : &lt;a href="http://www.pictureframes.co.uk/pages/saint_valentine.htm"&gt;http://www.pictureframes.co.uk/pages/saint_valentine.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's move on to you. What are you getting for your loved ones? What do you have plans on that lovely day? Or any you not into the commericalization of lover's day? Does lover's day has to be everyday and not limited to one day of the year? Tell me what you think. What you have plans. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheers! And Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-5663278797936777761?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5663278797936777761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=5663278797936777761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/5663278797936777761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/5663278797936777761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day-is-cumming.html' title='V-Day is Cumming!'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-4155873548977869460</id><published>2009-02-10T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:57:08.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Love Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do a love test! What is your compatibility with you partner? Are you a match made in heaven? How deep is your love? Do you both belong?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out the original Internet Love Test. What does it say??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;http://www.lovetest.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-4155873548977869460?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4155873548977869460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=4155873548977869460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/4155873548977869460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/4155873548977869460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-test.html' title='Love Test'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-7952775304491976320</id><published>2009-01-01T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:11:57.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Here Comes 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Happy new year all! Welcome 2009! May more love, joy and happiness be upon you!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-7952775304491976320?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7952775304491976320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=7952775304491976320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/7952775304491976320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/7952775304491976320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-comes-2009.html' title='Here Comes 2009!'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-134911706855203350</id><published>2007-11-14T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T15:51:04.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Loving You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's all about loving you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-134911706855203350?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/134911706855203350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=134911706855203350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/134911706855203350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/134911706855203350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-about-loving-you.html' title='All About Loving You'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-711414373459269340</id><published>2007-07-18T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T16:43:33.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Being Romantic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a significant other, whether your wife, husband, girlfriend, boyfriend asked you to be a little more romantic? What do you do? I think being romantic is just relative. Different people perceive being romantic differently. However some general rules apply. Kissing the person every morning or when you see them. Buying small thoughtful gifts once a while. Things that spurs relationship further!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know some people who like romantism to the level of what they see in movies. That's not romantic. That's fantasy. However, the media always up play such values to a point that we find it hard to practise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found a good romantic love website which give good advice. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.theromantic.com/"&gt;http://www.theromantic.com/&lt;/a&gt;. You can find tips and great romantic ideas here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-711414373459269340?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/711414373459269340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=711414373459269340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/711414373459269340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/711414373459269340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2007/07/being-romantic.html' title='Being Romantic?'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-2718230259378682157</id><published>2007-07-11T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T10:49:37.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nashua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Illustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pangkor Laut Resort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimsuit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='model'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elbe'/><title type='text'>Sports Illustrated Swimsuits in Pangkor Laut Resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently I was at Pangkor Laut Resort and the Sports Illustrated Nashua team was shooting their latest swimsuit edition model! It was drool heaven!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g73/stevomeano/SIPLR1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="Sports Illustrated Model" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g73/stevomeano/SIPLR1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g73/stevomeano/SIPLR2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="Sports Illustrated Model" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g73/stevomeano/SIPLR2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g73/stevomeano/SIPLR1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="Sports Illustrated Model" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g73/stevomeano/SIPLR3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-2718230259378682157?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2718230259378682157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=2718230259378682157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/2718230259378682157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/2718230259378682157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2007/07/recently-i-was-at-pangkor-laut-resort.html' title='Sports Illustrated Swimsuits in Pangkor Laut Resort'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-5990003183940088641</id><published>2007-07-10T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T10:36:10.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megan Fox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maxim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transformers'/><title type='text'>Transformers 2 : The Rise of Megan Fox</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Megan Fox in the recent Maxim magazine... Would the next release of the movie Transformers be "The Rise of Megan Fox"??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploadem.com/view/93919"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.uploadem.com/06202007/th/meganfoX.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploadem.com/view/93920"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.uploadem.com/06202007/th/meganfo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uploadem.com/view/93921"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.uploadem.com/06202007/th/meganfo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-5990003183940088641?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5990003183940088641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=5990003183940088641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/5990003183940088641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/5990003183940088641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2007/07/rise-of-megan-fox.html' title='Transformers 2 : The Rise of Megan Fox'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-205982689933718356</id><published>2007-07-04T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T16:43:39.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megan Fox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transformers'/><title type='text'>Megan Fox Checking Out the Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best part of the film featuring of Megan Fox in the movie, Transformers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uQ36ZSotP18" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-205982689933718356?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/205982689933718356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=205982689933718356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/205982689933718356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/205982689933718356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2007/07/megan-fox-checking-out-car.html' title='Megan Fox Checking Out the Car'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-1648535070347124753</id><published>2007-07-04T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T16:40:04.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megan Fox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transformers'/><title type='text'>Megan Fox is in the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow! Latest hottie in town, Megan Fox! Yup, she recently starred in the latest Blockbuster, Transformers! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Favortie part of the movie? When she leaned over the hood of the car (BumbleBee) to see what's wrong with it!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sweeeeet!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.askmen.com/women/celeb_profiles_actress/9_megan_fox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-1648535070347124753?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1648535070347124753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=1648535070347124753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/1648535070347124753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/1648535070347124753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2007/07/megan-fox-is-in-house.html' title='Megan Fox is in the House'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-7858196564828893608</id><published>2007-06-20T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T14:16:56.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Birth Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY: Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive.&lt;br /&gt;Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive.&lt;br /&gt;Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Homely person. Loyal. Needs to improve social abilities. Easily jealous. Very Stubborn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever.&lt;br /&gt;Changing personality. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal.&lt;br /&gt;Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Showing anger easily. Dislike unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp.. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous.&lt;br /&gt;Spendthrift. Learns to show emotions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH: Attractive personality Affectionate Shy and reserved.. Secretive.&lt;br /&gt;Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others.. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves travelling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners.Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic.&lt;br /&gt;Consoling. Friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless.&lt;br /&gt;Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivate oneself and the others. Sickness usually of the head and chest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts.. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention.. Deep feelings Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance.&lt;br /&gt;understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves travelling.&lt;br /&gt;Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirit.. Spendthrift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness.. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind ........ Hesitating.&lt;br /&gt;Tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer.. Friendly.&lt;br /&gt;Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly.&lt;br /&gt;Approachable. Emotional. Temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving... Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet.Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;Easily hurt but takes long to recover. Shy.Fun to be with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous.&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led.&lt;br /&gt;Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defenses. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and rusty.&lt;br /&gt;Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Quiet but able to talk well.&lt;br /&gt;Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Trustworthy, loyal and honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure and travelling. Hardly shows emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Tends to bottle up feelings. Choosy especially in relationships. Loves wide things. Systematic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves him. Loves to takes things at the center. Attractive and suave. Inner and physical beauty.. Does not lie or pretend. Sympathetic. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel! the arts and literature. Soft-spoken, loving and caring. Romantic!!! Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair.. Spendthrift and easily influenced. Easily lose confidence. Loves children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance.&lt;br /&gt;Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted-if there is a will, there is a way.&lt;br /&gt;Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciates praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships.. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets.. Not able to control emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions.&lt;br /&gt;Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations.. Fun to be with.&lt;br /&gt;Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egoistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-7858196564828893608?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7858196564828893608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=7858196564828893608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/7858196564828893608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/7858196564828893608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/birth-month.html' title='Birth Month'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-8730848590300662150</id><published>2007-06-20T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T14:06:27.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love and Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;TRUST is a very important factor for all relationships. When trust is broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation.&lt;br /&gt;A telephone operator told me that one day she received a phone call.She answered, "Public Utilities Board." There was silence. She repeated, "PUB."&lt;br /&gt;There was still no answer. When she was going to cut off the line, she Heard a lady's voice, "Oh, so this is PUB. Sorry, I got the number from my Husband's pocket but I do not know whose number it is." Without mutual trust, just imagine what will happen to the couple if the telephone operator answered with just "hello" instead of "PUB".&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;NO POINTING FINGERS&lt;br /&gt;A man asked his father-in-law, "Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?" The father-in-law answered in a smile, "Never criticise your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than you."&lt;br /&gt;We all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid of losing face. Generally, when a person makes a mistake, he would look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at.&lt;br /&gt;This is the start of a war. We should always remember that when we point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;If we forgive others, others will ignore our mistake too.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;CREATING PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS?&lt;br /&gt;A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, andrequested "I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one."&lt;br /&gt;The SDU officer said, "Your requirements, please." "Oh, good looking, polite, humorous, sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing.Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my leisure hour, if I don't go out. Telling me interesting stories when I need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest."&lt;br /&gt;The officer listened carefully and replied, "I understand you need television."&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind wife and a deaf husband, because the blind wife cannot see the faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife.&lt;br /&gt;Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love wears off, they wake up and discover that marriage is not a bed of roses.&lt;br /&gt;The nightmare begins.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;NO OVERPOWERING&lt;br /&gt;Many relationships fail because one party tries to overpower another, or demands too much. People in love tend to think that love will conquer all and their spouses will change the bad habits after marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this is not the case. There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "It is easier to reshape a mountain or a river than a person's character."&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to change. Thus, having high expectation on changing the spouse character will cause disappointment and unpleasantness.&lt;br /&gt;It would be less painful to change ourselves and lower our expectations..&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT SPEECH&lt;br /&gt;There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "A speech will either prosper or ruin a nation." Many relationships break off because of wrong speech. When a couple is too close with each other,we always forget mutual respect and courtesy. We may say anythingwithout considering if it would hurt the other party.&lt;br /&gt;A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. A worker who wore a helmet saw her and shouted, "Hi, Emily! Remember me? We used to date in the secondary school." On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her, "Luckily you married me. Otherwise you will be the wife of a construction worker." She answered, "You should appreciate that you married me. Otherwise, he will be the millionaire and not you."&lt;br /&gt;Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad relationship.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL PERCEPTION&lt;br /&gt;Different people have different perception. One man's meat could beanother man's poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. Onthe way home, a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey?"&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of family.&lt;br /&gt;How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey.&lt;br /&gt;Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is nogentleman."&lt;br /&gt;The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you."&lt;br /&gt;Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders. It seems to be the onlychoice left.&lt;br /&gt;Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river.&lt;br /&gt;You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you.&lt;br /&gt;Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear..&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;BE PATIENT&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story which happened in the States.&lt;br /&gt;A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck.&lt;br /&gt;The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy'shands into pulp as punishment.&lt;br /&gt;When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, hefinally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands.&lt;br /&gt;When the boy woke up from the surgery &amp; saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked,"but when are my fingers going to grow back?"&lt;br /&gt;The father went home &amp;amp; committed suicide. Think about this story thenext time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can berepaired.. Broken bones &amp; hurt feelings often can't.&lt;br /&gt;Too often we fail to recognise the difference between the person andthe performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.&lt;br /&gt;People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Pause and ponder. Think before you act. Be patient. Forgive &amp;amp; forget.&lt;br /&gt;Love one and all.&lt;br /&gt;If you judge people, you have no time to love them. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-8730848590300662150?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8730848590300662150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=8730848590300662150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/8730848590300662150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/8730848590300662150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-and-trust.html' title='Love and Trust'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-8371108846081930389</id><published>2007-06-13T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:27:16.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough said... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mandymichaelloh.com/"&gt;www.mandymichaelloh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-8371108846081930389?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8371108846081930389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=8371108846081930389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/8371108846081930389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/8371108846081930389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-8150809372702084030</id><published>2007-01-23T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:37:46.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='employee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Employee Profile vs Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love life is important. But what is love without a career. Let's see how your horoscope matches your career/employee profile. Gives you good indication of your partner too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc516373989"&gt;Aries Employee Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aries employees make excellent trouble-shooters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll usually want to be out in the field at a variety of&lt;br /&gt;different&lt;br /&gt;work sites fixing things. They certainly won't be happy for very&lt;br /&gt;long behind a desk in a 9 to 5 schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bored Aries employee who has been forced into a square&lt;br /&gt;hole will typically be restless, angry, and careless with details.&lt;br /&gt;No amount of money would compensate for being stuck in a&lt;br /&gt;routine job. Money in fact isn't why they are working at all.&lt;br /&gt;They do want to be paid fairly and need a status position to&lt;br /&gt;satisfy their competitive tendencies--&lt;br /&gt;but even more importantly, they'll want challenging new&lt;br /&gt;projects. They typically like to have a sense of responsibility&lt;br /&gt;and need to feel needed. In return, they'll give their all and&lt;br /&gt;provide detailed, consistent work. They will literally work&lt;br /&gt;themselves to exhaustion to prove themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to keep your Aries co-worker productive and happy,&lt;br /&gt;you'll want to give them the opportunity to work independently&lt;br /&gt;or let them help and lead less experienced workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc516374108"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc516373990"&gt;Taurus Employee Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taureans make some of the best employees. They are loyal,&lt;br /&gt;hardworking, and no-nonsense. They work methodically and&lt;br /&gt;follow projects through until they are complete. Some may&lt;br /&gt;appear to work a little too slowly-usually because they are so&lt;br /&gt;careful-but they will always finish what they start. They thrive on&lt;br /&gt;structure, schedules, and routine. You'll find them doing the&lt;br /&gt;same exact thing at the same time every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taureans, however, are not exactly the malleable workers that&lt;br /&gt;they often appear to be. If they have to work in a chaotic&lt;br /&gt;environment, they won't be happy and will be prone to child-like&lt;br /&gt;temper tantrums and stubbornness. They might react similarly if&lt;br /&gt;they have to work around ignorant people or at a job where&lt;br /&gt;there is no obvious potential for advancement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taureans will be very unhappy if there isn't a ladder for them to&lt;br /&gt;climb. Even in the worst situations, they will find a way to&lt;br /&gt;advance slowly, winning over the most difficult people who&lt;br /&gt;may stand in their way of progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taurus employees will only take so much patiently and happily&lt;br /&gt;before they feel they are being taken advantage of. They will&lt;br /&gt;gladly accept orders and do whatever dirty work needs to get&lt;br /&gt;done, but they expect rewards. They want material gain, salary&lt;br /&gt;increases, and the potential for more power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make your Taurus employees happy, be sure to give them&lt;br /&gt;projects through which they will see tangible results-hopefully&lt;br /&gt;something that will allow them to express their unique creativity&lt;br /&gt;in addition to their practical side. They don't want to feel mired&lt;br /&gt;in details for long periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure to schedule regular performance and salary reviews.&lt;br /&gt;This show of respect should keep them loyal to the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc516373991"&gt;Gemini Employee Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemini employees can have difficulty concentrating on one&lt;br /&gt;thing for long periods of time. They have quick-moving minds&lt;br /&gt;and love to talk and communicate their ideas with others.&lt;br /&gt;They thrive on social interaction -- even if their jobs don't&lt;br /&gt;particularly support it. You'll be able to find them wandering&lt;br /&gt;from desk to desk gossiping about all the sordid news in the&lt;br /&gt;office. They can be powerful persuaders in their speech and&lt;br /&gt;make ideal salespeople and mediators. They love to nego-&lt;br /&gt;tiate and can work out the best Deal for everyone involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When properly stimulated, they can manage to keep their&lt;br /&gt;wandering mind focused and actually be quite productive.&lt;br /&gt;When they are bored, bogged down with mundane detail-&lt;br /&gt;work, or forced to work with people whom they consider droll,&lt;br /&gt;they can become mean-spirited and gossipy. Their moods&lt;br /&gt;can fluctuate vastly day to day, as well as their productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really against their nature to be forced into an average&lt;br /&gt;workday schedule and environment. They are happier traveling.&lt;br /&gt;lf they are in an office they will need constant new stimulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most will be wanting advancement if they see this as a way to&lt;br /&gt;escape the limitations of their jobs. This can motivate them to&lt;br /&gt;put extra effort into their job. If you work with a Gemini, try to&lt;br /&gt;avoid getting into any debates with them - they will surely&lt;br /&gt;win and it could end in some hard feelings on your part. They&lt;br /&gt;will need an accepting environment-one that supports their&lt;br /&gt;need for multi-tasking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc516373992"&gt;Cancer Employee Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cancer employee isn't at work to feed their ego -- their&lt;br /&gt;job is just a job and a means to get paid. They work steadily&lt;br /&gt;and are usually very reliable. You'll be able to depend on them&lt;br /&gt;to show up on time and do what is necessary. They won't get&lt;br /&gt;involved in power struggles or get upset when someone&lt;br /&gt;advances before them. They are able to accept the situation&lt;br /&gt;because they see it simply as a rung on the ladder up. Their&lt;br /&gt;motivation is security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll want more money the longer they've stayed at a job.&lt;br /&gt;They don't want to have to worry about how they'll make ends&lt;br /&gt;meet tomorrow so they'll need a stable position without much&lt;br /&gt;risk. Cancerian workers can slip into some dark moods on&lt;br /&gt;occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During these periods productivity tends to drop-as well as&lt;br /&gt;everyone else's in the office. Their moods can be so strong&lt;br /&gt;everyone becomes affected. To avoid the frequency of these&lt;br /&gt;occurrences, managers and co-workers should try to make&lt;br /&gt;the work environment as homey as possible-keep it well&lt;br /&gt;heated, cozy, and friendly. Don't press them to reveal their&lt;br /&gt;true inner thoughts-their tendency is to be secretive and&lt;br /&gt;protective, and they could see prying as an attempt to&lt;br /&gt;disturb their security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc516373993"&gt;Leo Employee Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo workers want to be first and at the center of the office.&lt;br /&gt;Even if they can't lead, they'll look for every opportunity to&lt;br /&gt;increase their own status -- and if someone else seems&lt;br /&gt;ahead of them, look out. They will make it clear that they&lt;br /&gt;aren't happy by pouting and complaining. They want&lt;br /&gt;advancement so much that they'll take on more respon-&lt;br /&gt;sibility and carry a heavier load than anyone else does in&lt;br /&gt;the office. And they are self-promoters. It is likely that they&lt;br /&gt;are telling everyone in the office what a great job they are&lt;br /&gt;doing as well as giving everyone unwanted advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know they are superior and want everyone to know it&lt;br /&gt;as well. This arrogance can sometimes cause problems&lt;br /&gt;when working with management. But typically, they are just&lt;br /&gt;hard workers out to demonstrate just how good they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They thrive in sales positions - they can promote a product&lt;br /&gt;or company just as well as they promote themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their strength and arrogance isn't just show either. In a crisis&lt;br /&gt;situation, Leos really demonstrate their true courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leos want to lead and will be pushing for more responsibility&lt;br /&gt;and rewards. They are happy to train and mentor new co-&lt;br /&gt;workers as they enjoy giving advice and being in positions of&lt;br /&gt;authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are trying to manage a Leo employee, you'll need to&lt;br /&gt;give them plenty of praise, responsibility, and independence.&lt;br /&gt;They will certainly want to help lighten your load of manage-&lt;br /&gt;ment responsibilities. Just be careful- the next thing you know&lt;br /&gt;they could be taking over your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc516374112"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc516373994"&gt;Virgo Employee Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the right situations Virgos love to work. They make ideal&lt;br /&gt;emloyees, happily working late into the night to make sure&lt;br /&gt;everything is perfect and in order. If you are looking for an&lt;br /&gt;employee who doesn't mind starting from rock bottom in the&lt;br /&gt;most entry-level position at the company, hire a Virgo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll have no complaints about the position being beneath&lt;br /&gt;them. They are CONTENT with basic, honest hard work.&lt;br /&gt;Their contentment isn't always apparent, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love to complain and worry. They are quick to criticize&lt;br /&gt;the way things are done around the office and are the first&lt;br /&gt;ones to grumble disapprovingly at what they consider to be&lt;br /&gt;extravagance or laziness. They are blunt and honest and&lt;br /&gt;don't mince words over what they feel just isn't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, this will be brought on by someone doing a half-&lt;br /&gt;baked job or not being considerate of other co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll want to constantly reassure them, but this will do little to&lt;br /&gt;quell their anxieties. They actually enjoy worrying, and there&lt;br /&gt;is little you can do about it. Just give them a detail - oriented&lt;br /&gt;project and let them work alone on it. You won't have to&lt;br /&gt;supervise a Virgo worker. They'll check all the facts before&lt;br /&gt;getting started and catch their own errors when they are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep a Virgo employee happy, you should also make sure&lt;br /&gt;their environment is orderly and calm. You should also provide&lt;br /&gt;small gestures of appreciation. They don't need extravagance,&lt;br /&gt;just let them know you appreciate them in small ways that&lt;br /&gt;won't embarrass them. They will probably just shrug their&lt;br /&gt;shoulders and say, "It's no big deal." But deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;they need these little reassurances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc516373995"&gt;Libra Employee Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libra employees are detailed, dedicated workers with&lt;br /&gt;sensitive natures. Managers and co-workers sometimes&lt;br /&gt;find them difficult to get a handle on. They pick up the&lt;br /&gt;energy of the office and are unable to prevent it from&lt;br /&gt;affecting them. Loud noise, flashy colors, and discordant&lt;br /&gt;vibrations will put them off so much that they will have&lt;br /&gt;difficulty fulfilling their obligations at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day they may seem like the most bright, hardworking,&lt;br /&gt;ambitious employee around. The next day they might be&lt;br /&gt;down, irritated, and unable to produce. Co-workers&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't fret when Libra employees are in a dark mood.&lt;br /&gt;It really won't last, as a happy state of mind can come over&lt;br /&gt;them just as quickly. When Libra employees are in a&lt;br /&gt;balanced frame of mind, they can be a powerful presence&lt;br /&gt;at work-they have a way of gracing everything they touch.&lt;br /&gt;Underneath that mess of moods, they really are basically&lt;br /&gt;happy and stable people. They are capable of profound&lt;br /&gt;logical thought and evaluate all sides of a situation before&lt;br /&gt;acting. They are one of the most intelligent Signs around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are expert researchers and mediators. And their&lt;br /&gt;sensitivity to their environment makes them naturals at&lt;br /&gt;keeping things looking great. They will easily help others&lt;br /&gt;resolve conflicts and can act as a go-between with workers&lt;br /&gt;and management so that everyone ends up happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to keep your Libran worker smiling, give them&lt;br /&gt;the respect they are due and put them in a position where&lt;br /&gt;they can project their great charm and diplomacy. They&lt;br /&gt;won't be CONTENT to take orders for very long, either-&lt;br /&gt;make sure they are given increased responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc516373996"&gt;Scorpio Employee Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio employees usually exude a quiet self-confidence. They&lt;br /&gt;are self-sufficient and do not depend on others for a sense of&lt;br /&gt;self-worth. They keep their private life separate from work and&lt;br /&gt;take complete responsibility for their actions and their situation.&lt;br /&gt;They don't make excuses; they just take care of business and&lt;br /&gt;expect everyone else to do the same. Those who don't, co-&lt;br /&gt;workers and managers- will have to endure the Scorpio wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't mind being completely vocal about what they feel is&lt;br /&gt;wrong with any given situation. And if you tread on their fire be&lt;br /&gt;sure to expect retaliation. They won't take insults or opposition&lt;br /&gt;lying down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you manage a Scorpio employee, be sure to follow through&lt;br /&gt;with your word and don't break any promises-Scorpio is&lt;br /&gt;keeping track and building up some heavy resentments&lt;br /&gt;against you if you do. You may not even be aware of it until&lt;br /&gt;too late-but when Scorpio gets too much, you'll be sure to&lt;br /&gt;know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio employees will react towards those around them&lt;br /&gt;exactly as they are treated. When they get what they want,&lt;br /&gt;they will be very accepting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are trying to work with or motivate a Scorpio co-worker,&lt;br /&gt;be sure to treat them respectfully and act professionally.&lt;br /&gt;Give them challenging work that allows them to utilize their&lt;br /&gt;awesome self-confidence and courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc516374115"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc516373997"&gt;Sagittarius Employee Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sagittarian employee is head strong, cheerful, and willing&lt;br /&gt;to help. They exude self-confidence and take on tasks like&lt;br /&gt;there's no tomorrow. They are willing to tackle even the&lt;br /&gt;toughest of projects as long as it is challenging and gets them&lt;br /&gt;out of the routine. Lucky for them, their shining personalities&lt;br /&gt;and honest enthusiasm seem like a bright spot in the office-&lt;br /&gt;otherwise co-workers might begin to build animosity towards&lt;br /&gt;someone so arrogant and extravagant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their tendency to exaggerate and take on more then they can&lt;br /&gt;handle usually results in missed deadlines and dropping the&lt;br /&gt;ball-not because they are lazy of procrastinate, but because&lt;br /&gt;their enthusiasm just gets the better of them sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let their nonchalance fool you-they really do care about&lt;br /&gt;what they are doing. They just have an easy-going attitude&lt;br /&gt;that allows them to keep on smiling even when they just&lt;br /&gt;messed up big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because they are flexible and easy-going doesn't mean&lt;br /&gt;they won't tell you exactly how they feel-what is working for&lt;br /&gt;them and what isn't. And they won't just blindly take orders -&lt;br /&gt;they need to understand the method and reason behind the&lt;br /&gt;process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are trying to motivate your Sagittarian employee, be&lt;br /&gt;sure to feed them plenty of challenging new projects and&lt;br /&gt;hint that some business trips might be on the horizon once&lt;br /&gt;deadlines are met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever you do, try not to question their intentions-&lt;br /&gt;it is the quickest way to make them upset. They aren't&lt;br /&gt;capable of deceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc516374116"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc516373998"&gt;Capricorn Employee Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Capricorn employee with too much to do is a happy worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need plenty of projects and responsibility. There is no&lt;br /&gt;sadder sight than a Capricorn worker without a sense of&lt;br /&gt;responsibility. They need to be needed. They are covertly&lt;br /&gt;ambitious - usually not flashy or obvious about it-but you will&lt;br /&gt;usually know that they are serious and determined about&lt;br /&gt;advancing themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are completely scrupulous, so much so that they can be&lt;br /&gt;self-disparaging. But they are no pushovers. They can wear&lt;br /&gt;down even the toughest customers. Their persistence is&lt;br /&gt;incredible. Once they set their sights on a goal, they work&lt;br /&gt;away at it until the bitter end-whether the goal be that hard&lt;br /&gt;sell or the new hardware release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capricorns don't work for free, however. They expect to be&lt;br /&gt;paid handsomely and be given more and more responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;They need to come out ahead of the pack in the end, and&lt;br /&gt;they see the work environment as their primary vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They won't go in for the typical office gossip and politics, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want to get down to business at work and see it as no&lt;br /&gt;place for fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a strong sense of duty and respect towards their superiors,&lt;br /&gt;it is rare they will join in on boss-bashing or knocking the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can get frustrated, however, with blue sky management&lt;br /&gt;schemes that lack common sense, and they will interject their&lt;br /&gt;dry sense of humor in the most critical ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they want change, they will be unyielding. If all their effort&lt;br /&gt;leads to naught the result will be deep moods of darkness and&lt;br /&gt;depression with a sense of hopelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your Capricorn employee happy by paying them fairly&lt;br /&gt;and giving them plenty of hard work. Arrange for a path of&lt;br /&gt;advancement within your organization for them. If you don't,&lt;br /&gt;you might find them looking for other opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc516374117"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc516373999"&gt;Aquarius Employee Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aquarius employee can't tolerate unfairness in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair brained schemes will get the positive attention they&lt;br /&gt;deserve if an Aquarian has anything to do with it. They'll try&lt;br /&gt;to help everyone see the good side of a bad situation if it's&lt;br /&gt;the last thing that they do. They are so smart-they can't help&lt;br /&gt;but hold management in disdain if they feel that they are&lt;br /&gt;being unfair and unintelligent. It isn't that they are overly&lt;br /&gt;ambitious and think they could be doing a better job- just&lt;br /&gt;that they think people in power should know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Aquarius workers are still looking for themselves and&lt;br /&gt;will want to try their hand at a variety of jobs in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they are doing, they will do conscientiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They usually have strict personal codes that include a strong&lt;br /&gt;work ethic. Their bright, off-beat intelligence, and trustworthi-&lt;br /&gt;ness will typically gain them many friends-in and out of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath that sometimes odd-ball behavior is solid, concrete&lt;br /&gt;thinking and sensitivity to co-workers. Keep your smart&lt;br /&gt;Aquarius co-worker happy by giving them plenty of opportunity&lt;br /&gt;to learn news kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raises are less important to them. No amount of money will&lt;br /&gt;make it worth their while to stay in a stagnant position. Don't&lt;br /&gt;let them get too bored or they will simply find another job as&lt;br /&gt;easily as they found this one-their genius is easy to spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc516374118"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="_Toc516374000"&gt;Pisces Employee Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pisces employee can be a loyal and hard-working, if&lt;br /&gt;unconventional, worker. In the right position, they are able to&lt;br /&gt;keep their daydreams in check and buckle down on the&lt;br /&gt;detail work-giving their all to the boss and corporation whom&lt;br /&gt;they feel are worthy of devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, there is no image of extreme misery like that&lt;br /&gt;of an ill-placed Pisces worker. They will act as though their&lt;br /&gt;cubicle were a prison cell as they daydream of their own&lt;br /&gt;business or next vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy Pisces workers usually won't stick around too long.&lt;br /&gt;Often Pisceans will drift from one job to another looking for&lt;br /&gt;that ideal environment to which they will be able to commit&lt;br /&gt;and feel a sense of purpose. And if things are going in a bad&lt;br /&gt;direction at the office, Pisces will be the first to sense it.&lt;br /&gt;They'd rather pick up and leave then wait until the problem&lt;br /&gt;reaches a head. Pisces are often misunderstood by their&lt;br /&gt;co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically timid and introspective, they usually keep their true&lt;br /&gt;nature hidden, for fear it wouldn't fit with the corporate culture.&lt;br /&gt;What motivates a Pisces employee to not only stick around&lt;br /&gt;but also excel? Try compliments. And show them how their&lt;br /&gt;work impacts the entire organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need to know that what they are doing is worth&lt;br /&gt;something on a grander scale. Acceptance of their&lt;br /&gt;unconventional organization and planning will be necessary.&lt;br /&gt;Just because their sales report isn't in the typical format&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean it is any less effective. Keep their environment&lt;br /&gt;bright and upbeat; and an after-work cocktail wouldn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-8150809372702084030?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8150809372702084030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=8150809372702084030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/8150809372702084030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/8150809372702084030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2007/01/employee-profile-vs-horoscope.html' title='Employee Profile vs Horoscope'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-2633608414583005624</id><published>2007-01-17T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T12:53:34.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love &amp; Relationship Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Try this. See if it is true about you. Answer Honestly!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT read ahead!!!! It will ruin it. So is it true? Tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questions first...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You are walking to your boy/girlfriend's house. There are two roads to get there. One is a straight path to take you there quickly, but is very plain and boring. The other is significantly longer but is full of wonderful sights and interesting things. Which one do you take to get your significant other's house, short or long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On the way you see 2 rose bushes. One is full of red roses, the other full of white. You decide to pick 20 roses for your boy/girlfriend,of any color combination. What number of white and red do you pick? (you can pick all of one or any combo of the two)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You finally get to their house. A family member answers the door. You can have them get your boy/girlfriend or go get them yourself. Which do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You go up to you boy/girlfriend's room, but nobody is there. You decide to leave the roses. Do you leave them by the windowsill or on the bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Later, it's time for bed. You and your boy/girlfriend go to sleep in separate rooms. In the morning when its time to wake up you go in his/her room and check on him/her. When you arrive, is he/she awake or asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Now it's time to go back home. Do you take the short, plain road or the longer, more interesting road?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW THE ANSWERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The road represents your attitude towards falling in love. If you take the short road, you fall in love quickly and easily. If you take the long road, you take your time and do not fall in love as easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The number of red roses represents how much you give in a relationship, while the number of white represents what you expect in return. For example, if you chose 18 red and 2 white, you give 90% and expect 10% in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This question represents your attitude towards handling relationship problems. If you asked the family member to get your significant other, then you like to avoid problems and hope that they will solve themselves. If you went to get them yourself, then you are a more direct person and like to work out problems immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The placement of roses determines how much you like to see your boy/girlfriend. Placing them on the bed means you like to see him/her a lot, while placing them on the windowsill means that you are all right with not seeing him/her as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This is representative of your attitude towards his/her personality. If you find him/her asleep, you love your boy/girlfriend the way he/she is. If you find him/her awake, you expect him/her to change for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The road to home tells how long you stay in love with someone. If you chose the short road, you fall out of love easily. If you chose the longer one, you will tend to stay in love for a long time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-2633608414583005624?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/2633608414583005624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=2633608414583005624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/2633608414583005624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/2633608414583005624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-relationship-personality-test.html' title='Love &amp; Relationship Personality Test'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116796932753375409</id><published>2007-01-05T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T15:12:45.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='months'/><title type='text'>Love and Birth Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Does the month of your birthdate tell you something about love? Read below and tell me what you think! Is it for real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANUARY:&lt;/strong&gt; Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Homely person. Loyal. Needs to improve social abilities. Easily jealous. Very Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEBRUARY:&lt;/strong&gt; Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Showing anger easily. Dislike unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp.. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Learns to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCH:&lt;/strong&gt; Attractive personality Affectionate Shy and reserved.. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others.. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves travelling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners.Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRIL:&lt;/strong&gt; Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling. Friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivate oneself and the others. Sickness usually of the head and chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY:&lt;/strong&gt; Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts.. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention.. Deep feelings Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves travelling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirit.. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE:&lt;/strong&gt; Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness.. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind . Hesitating. Tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer.. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULY:&lt;/strong&gt; Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional. Temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving... Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet.Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover. Shy.Fun to be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUGUST:&lt;/strong&gt; Loves to joke. Attractive Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defenses. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and rusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;/strong&gt; Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Trustworthy, loyal and honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure and travelling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Choosy especially in relationships. Loves wide things. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OCTOBER:&lt;/strong&gt; Loves to chat. Loves those who loves him. Loves to takes things at the center. Attractive and suave. Inner and physical beauty.. Does not lie or pretend. Sympathetic. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel! the arts and literature. Soft-spoken, loving and caring. Romantic!!! Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair.. Spendthrift and easily influenced. Easily lose confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOVEMBER:&lt;/strong&gt; Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted-if there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciates praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships.. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets.. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DECEMBER:&lt;/strong&gt; Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations.. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egoistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116796932753375409?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116796932753375409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116796932753375409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116796932753375409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116796932753375409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-and-birth-month.html' title='Love and Birth Month'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116658802382335527</id><published>2006-12-20T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T15:13:28.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Partners and Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a great love article to read. A little long but well worth it. All about having the right partner and getting married. A must for those who intend to or have married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARTNERS AND MARRIAGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Eduardo Jose E. Calasanz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never met a man who didn't want to be loved. But I have seldom met a man who didn't fear marriage. Something about the closure seems constricting, not enabling. Marriage seems easier to understand for what it cuts out of our lives than for what it makes possible within our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger this fear immobilized me. I did not want to make a mistake. I saw my friends get married for reasons of social acceptability, or sexual fever, or just because they thought it was the logical thing to do. Then I watched, as they and their partners became embittered and petty in their dealings with each other. I looked at older couples and saw, at best, mutual toleration of each other. I imagined a lifetime of loveless nights and bickering and could not imagine subjecting myself or someone else to such a fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, on rare occasions, I would see old couples who somehow seemed to glow in each other's presence. They seemed really in love, not just dependent upon each other and tolerant of each other's foibles. It was an astounding sight, and it seemed impossible. How, I asked myself, can they have survived so many years of sameness, so much irritation at the other's habits? What keeps love alive in them, when most of us seem unable to even stay together, much less love each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The central secret seems to be in choosing well. There is something to the claim of fundamental compatibility. Good people can create a bad relationship, even though they both dearly want the relationship to succeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to find someone with whom you can create a good relationship from the outset. Unfortunately, it is hard to see clearly in the early stages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexual hunger draws you to each other and colors the way you see yourselves together. It blinds you to the thousands of little things by which relationships eventually survive or fail.&lt;br /&gt;You need to find a way to see beyond this initial overwhelming sexual fascination. Some people choose to involve themselves sexually and ride out the most heated period of sexual attraction in order to see what is on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can work, but it can also leave a trail of wounded hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others deny the sexual side altogether in an attempt to get to know each other apart from their sexuality. But they cannot see clearly, because the presence of unfulfilled sexual desire looms so large that it keeps them from having any normal perception of what life would be like together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truly lucky people are the ones who manage to become long-time friends before they realize they are attracted to each other. They get to know each other's laughs, passions, sadness, and fears. They see each other at their worst and at their best. They share time together before they get swept into the entangling intimacy of their sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ideal, but not often possible. If you fall under the spell of your sexual attraction immediately, you need to look beyond it for other keys to compatibility. One of these is laughter. Laughter tells you how much you will enjoy each other's company over the long term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your laughter together is good and healthy, and not at the expense of others, then you have a healthy relationship to the world. Laughter is the child of surprise. If you can make each other laugh, you can always surprise each other. And if you can always surprise each other, you can always keep the world around you new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of a relationship in which there is no laughter. Even the most intimate relationships based only on seriousness have a tendency to turn sour. Over time, sharing a common serious viewpoint on the world tends to turn you against those who do not share the same viewpoint, and your relationship can become based on being critical together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After laughter, look for a partner who deals with the world in a way you respect. When two people first get together, they tend to see their relationship as existing only in the space between the two of them. They find each other endlessly fascinating, and the overwhelming power of the emotions they are sharing obscures the outside world. As the relationship ages and grows, the outside world becomes important again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your partner treats people or circumstances in a way you can't accept, you will inevitably come to grief. Look at the way she cares for others and deals with the daily affairs of life. If that makes you love her more, your love will grow. If it does not, be careful. If you do not respect the way you each deal with the world around you, eventually the two of you will not respect each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look also at how your partner confronts the mysteries of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live on the cusp of poetry and practicality, and the real life of the heart resides in the poetic. If one of you is deeply affected by the mystery of the unseen in life and relationships, while the other is drawn only to the literal and the practical, you must take care that the distance doesn't become an unbridgeable gap that leaves you each feeling isolated and misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other keys, but you must find them by yourself. We all have unchangeable parts of our hearts that we will not betray and private commitments to a vision of life that we will not deny. If you fall in love with someone who cannot nourish those inviolable parts of you, or if you cannot nourish them in her, you will find yourselves growing further apart until you live in separate worlds where you share the business of life, but never touch each other where the heart lives and dreams. From there it is only a small leap to the cataloging of petty hurts and daily failures that leaves so many couples bitter and unsatisfied with their mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So choose carefully and well. If you do, you will have chosen a partner with whom you can grow, and then the real miracle of marriage can take place in your hearts. I pick my words carefully when I speak of a miracle. But I think it is not too strong a word. There is a miracle in marriage. It is called transformation. Transformation is one of the most common events of nature. The seed becomes the flower. The cocoon becomes the butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter becomes spring and love becomes a child. We never question these, because we see them around us every day. To us they are not miracles, though if we did not know them they would be impossible to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is a transformation we choose to make. Our love is planted like a seed, and in time it begins to flower. We cannot know the flower that will blossom, but we can be sure that a bloom will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have chosen carefully and wisely, the bloom will be good. If you have chosen poorly or for the wrong reason, the bloom will be flawed. We are quite willing to accept the reality of negative transformation in a marriage. It was negative transformation that always had me terrified of the bitter marriages that I feared when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never occurred to me to question the dark miracle that transformed love into harshness and bitterness. Yet I was unable to accept the possibility that the first heat of love could be transformed into something positive that was actually deeper and more meaningful than the heat of fresh passion.&lt;br /&gt;All I could believe in was the power of this passion and the fear that when it cooled I would be left with something lesser and bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is positive transformation as well. Like negative transformation, it results from a slow accretion of little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of death by a thousand blows, it is growth by a thousand touches of love. Two histories intermingle. Two separate beings, two separate presence, two separate consciousnesses come together and share a view of life that passes before them. They remain separate, but they also become one. There is an expansion of awareness, not a closure and a constriction, as I had once feared. This is not to say that there is not tension and there are not traps. Tension and traps are part of every choice of life, from celibate to monogamous to having multiple lovers. Each choice contains within it the lingering doubt that the road not taken somehow more fruitful and exciting, and each becomes dulled to the richness that it alone contains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only marriage allows life to deepen and expand and be leavened by the knowledge that two have chosen, against all odds, to become one. Those who live together without marriage can know the pleasure of shared company, but there is a specific gravity in the marriage commitment that deepens that experience into something richer and more complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do not fear marriage, just as you should not rush into it for the wrong reasons. It is an act of faith and it contains within it the power of transformation. If you believe in your heart that you have found someone with whom you are able to grow, if you have sufficient faith that you can resist the endless attraction of the road not taken and the partner not chosen, if you have the strength of heart to embrace the cycles and seasons that your love will experience, then you may be ready to seek the miracle that marriage offers. If not, then wait. The easy grace of a marriage well made is worth your patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes, a thousand flowers will bloom...endlessly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116658802382335527?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116658802382335527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116658802382335527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116658802382335527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116658802382335527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/12/partners-and-marriage.html' title='Partners and Marriage'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116616162856052709</id><published>2006-12-15T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T15:14:06.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Love to a Successful Career</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently, I've posted a lot about love and the like... Well, without success, there ain't going to be love. So be loved and have a successful career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anthony Robbins said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Success - "knowing the right people," "being in the right place at the right time," and "using the right tools"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your career is not everything; your life is. But then, what is life without a career or a career without a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You are always on your own. Even if you work for a big company, you will always be on your own. Companies aren't people. They're things and they don't have feelings. If you are expecting the company to "take care of you or "do the right thing", you'll be often disappointed. There are no strong bonds in a company. No one cares more about your career than you do. Remember that, and don't expect the company to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Certain jobs fit certain people best. You do have special gifts that fit you for some, disqualify you for others. Take time to assess your skills, temperament and aptitude in depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Careers are short-term. Your present job can end anytime, even if you own the company! Therefore, think short term. Don't take your present career for granted. Someone once described a consultant as a person who wakes up every morning unemployed. You should feel the same way. Wake up every morning feeling unemployed so that you'll appreciate your present job more and figure out what you're going to do next. Always have a "Plan B." (No kidding!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's more important to be a "people person" than an "achievement-oriented person who always win at the cost of ! others. People skills are more important than technical skills. Even in technical jobs, you have to deal with someone. The average performer who are easier to get along with last longer in his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What you accomplish today will be your calling card tomorrow. Your accomplishments will determine your marketability. In marketing yourself, it's the results that count. A soccer forward who scores in every game is easier to market than one who doesn't. So make sure you're contributing something substantial and measurable every day. And make sure you keep a written record of your results, in case you forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you lose your job, 80% of your marketing for a new position is already done. T! hat's right. Your reputation, results, accomplishments, people skills, contributions, friendships are all a matter of record. If you've been a contributor, if you've been kind to others and easy-to-work-with, you'll be in better demand. If not, you won't. Nobody can create friendship for you if you haven't created it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Changing fields, industries, and functional specialties is difficult. The more difficult it is, the bigger the change will be. Therefore, choose your career path carefully. As management expert Peter Drucker says, "The best way to predict the future is to plan it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you're fired or laid off, don't sue your former employer. Ask yourself why you didn't see it coming; or if you did see it coming. Ask yourself why you didn't do something about it. Figure out your part in causing the problem. Then set about creating a new, better life for yourself. There is a better life in your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't stay in a job you hate. Hating your job can kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Success is difficult. If success were easy, everyone would be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. There's a special place for everyone. You can create the kind of future you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The workplace is fun and challenging. It can also be cruel and heartless. It rewards effort and planning, but tends to punish indifference and lack of preparation. Those who don't manage their careers, who just let things happen - often end up in painful, dead-end jobs and lifestyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You are in full control of your own future. No one can deny you a happy life if you decide to plan it and work for it. No one can stop you from becoming successful, but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. It's never too late for a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Align yourself with winners. Hang around with winners. Success really does rub off from others. "If you keep doing what you have always been doing, you're going to get what you've always gotten" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116616162856052709?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116616162856052709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116616162856052709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116616162856052709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116616162856052709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-to-successful-career.html' title='Love to a Successful Career'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116530265033230991</id><published>2006-12-05T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T15:16:31.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Smart Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;An interesting read. MUST READ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMART LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;em&gt;Joshua Harris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond what feels good, back to what is good It was finally here-Anna's wedding day, the day she had dreamed about and planned for months. The small, picturesque church was crowded with friends and family Sunlight poured through the stained-glass windows, and the gentle music of a stringed quartet filled the air. Anna walked down the aisle toward David. Joy surged within her. This was the moment for which she had waited so long. He gently took her hand, and they turned toward the altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the minister began to lead Anna and David through their vows, the unthinkable happened. A girl stood up in the middle of the congregation, walked quietly to the altar, and took David's other hand. Another girl approached and stood next to the first, followed by another. Soon, a chain of six girls stood by him as he repeated his vows to Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna felt her lip beginning to quiver as tears welled up in her eyes. "Is this some kind of joke?" she whispered to David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm.. .I'm sorry, Anna," he said, staring at the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are these girls, David? What is going on?" she gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're girls from my past," he answered sadly "Anna, they don't mean anything to me now.. .but I've given part of my heart to each of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought your heart was mine," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is, it is," he pleaded. "Everything that's left is yours." A tear rolled down Anna's cheek. Then she woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BETRAYED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna told me about her dream in a letter. "When I awoke I felt so betrayed," she wrote. "But then I was struck with this sickening thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many men could line up next to me on my wedding day? How many times have I given my heart away in short-term relationships? Will I have anything left to give my husband?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often think of Anna's dream. The jarring image haunts me. There are girls from my past, too. What if they showed up on my wedding day? What could they say in the receiving line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, Joshua. Those were some pretty lofty promises you made at the altar today I hope you're better at keeping promises now than you were when I knew you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My, don't you look nice in that tuxedo. And what a beautiful bride. Does she know about me? Have you told her all the sweet things you used to whisper in my ear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are relationships that I can only look back on with regret. I do my best to forget. I laugh them off as part of the game of love that everyone plays. I know God has forgiven me because I've asked Him to. I know the various girls have forgiven me because I've asked them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still feel the ache of having given away my heart to too many girls in my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT'S JUST THE WAY IT IS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, I considered dating an essential part of the complete teenage experience. If I wasn't dating a girl, I had a crush on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This started in junior high when my peers and I treated dating as a game, a chance to play at love and experiment with relationships. Having a girlfriend meant little more than saying you were "going out." No big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I would go out with girls and break up with them at a frightening pace. The only worry was being dumped-you never wanted to get dumped, you wanted to do the dumping. One girl I knew had the fastest breakup routine ever: When she was ready to end a relationship, she'd say, "Skippy-bop, you just got dropped."&lt;br /&gt;But soon, just saying you were going out with someone wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, we began experimenting with the physical side of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with someone came to mean you made out with that person, too. I remember standing by as a girl I liked called her boyfriend and broke up with him over the phone. As soon as she hung up, she kissed me. That meant we were an "official couple." Looking back, I can only shake my head at how immature we were. The physical intimacy of those junior high relationships had nothing to do with love or real affection. We just mimicked what we saw older kids do and what we watched in the movies. It seemed grown up, but in reality it was lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that junior high didn't last forever. In high school, I got serious about my walk with God and became actively involved in the church youth group. I put an "I'm Worth Waiting For" sticker on my NIV Student Bible and promised to stay a virgin until I got married. Unfortunately, youth group did little to improve my immature notions about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in church we played the dating game with passion-more passion, I regret to say, than we gave to worshiping or listening to sermons. During Sunday morning services we passed notes about who liked whom, who was going out with whom, and who had broken up with whom. Wednesday night youth group meetings served as our own opportunities to play "Love Connection," a game that resulted in broken hearts littering the foyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my sophomore year, my involvement in the dating game took a more serious turn. That summer, I met Kelly She was beautiful, blonde, and two inches taller than I. I didn't mind. Kelly was popular, and all the guys liked her. Since I was the only one in the youth group who had the nerve to talk to her, she wound up liking me. I asked her to be my girlfriend on the youth group's water ski retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly was my first serious girlfriend. Everyone in our youth group recognized us as a couple. We celebrated our "anniversary" every month. And Kelly knew me better than anyone else. After my folks were asleep, Kelly and I would spend hours on the phone, often late into the night, talking about everything and nothing in particular. We thought God had made us for each other. We talked about getting married someday. I promised her that I would love her forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, like many high school relationships, our romance was premature-too much, too soon. We began to struggle with the physical side of our relationship. We knew we couldn't be as close physically as we were emotionally. As a result, we experienced ongoing tension, and it wore on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, things turned sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have to break up," I said to her one night after a movie. We both knew this was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there any chance we can have something in the future?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," I said, trying to add resolve to my voice. "No, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We broke up two years after we'd met. Not quite "forever," as I had promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMETHING BETTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seventeen years old when my relationship with Kelly ended. My dreams of romance had ended in compromise, bitterness, and regret. I walked away asking, "Is this how it has to be?" I felt discouraged, confused, and desperate for an alternative to the cycle of short-term relationships in which I found myself. "God," I cried, "I want your best for my life! Give me something better than this!"&lt;br /&gt;God answered that plea, but not in the way I had expected. I thought He'd bring me the ideal girlfriend or totally remove my desire for romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, He revealed through His Word what it meant to submit my love life to His Will-something I'd never truly done. I wanted God's best but hadn't been willing to play by His rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past four years, I've come to understand that God's lordship doesn't merely tinker with my approach to romance- it completely transforms it. God not only wants me to act differently, He wants me to think differently-to view love, purity, and singleness from His perspective, to have a new lifestyle and attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basis of this new attitude is what I call "smart love." Paul describes this kind of love in Philippians 1:9-10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless until the day of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart love constantly grows and deepens in its practical knowledge and insight; it opens our eyes to see God's best for our lives, enabling us to be pure and blameless in His sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SENTIMENTAL GUSH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Message paraphrases Philippians 1:9-10 this way: "Learn to love appropriately. You need to use your head and test your feelings so that your love is sincere and intelligent, not sentimental gush."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been guilty of "sentimental gush," allowing your emotions to dictate the course of a dating relationship? Many people do this. Instead of acting on what they know is right, couples let their feelings carry them away I've engaged in my share of sentimental gush. While dating, I made many decisions based on superficiality and ignorance. I could so easily say "I love you" to a girl, feigning selfless devotion, but in truth, selfishness and insincerity motivated me. I was primarily interested in what I could get, such as the popularity a girlfriend could give me or the comfort and pleasure I could gain physically or emotionally from a relationship. I didn't practice smart love. I lived "dumb love"-choosing what felt good for me instead of what was good for others and what pleased God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To truly love someone with smart love, we need to use our heads as well as our hearts. As Paul describes it, love abounds in knowledge and insight. To "know" something is to understand or grasp it clearly and with certainty "Insight" is an instance of understanding the true nature of something, the ability to see the motivation behind thoughts and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this definition in mind, let me ask you a few questions. Does love motivate the guy who sleeps with his girlfriend when it will scar her emotionally and damage her relationship with God? Does sincerity motivate the girl who leads a guy along then breaks up with him when she finds someone better? No! Both people exemplify selfish motivation. They need to "get smart" and realize how their actions affect others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent years, I've tried to let sincere and intelligent love guide me, and as I've done this, I've come to some pretty intense conclusions for my life. I've come to realize that I have no business asking for a girl's heart and affections if I'm not ready to back up my request with a lifelong commitment. Until I can do that, I'd only be using that woman to meet my short-term needs, not seeking to bless her for the long term. Would I enjoy having a girlfriend right now? You bet! But with what I've learned as I've sought God's will for my life, I know that a relationship right now wouldn't be best for me or for the one I'd date. Instead, by avoiding romance before God tells me I'm ready for it, I can better serve girls as a friend, and I can remain free to keep my focus on the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KNOWING WHAT IS BEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting until I'm ready for commitment before pursuing romance is just one example of smart love in action. When our love grows in knowledge we can more readily "discern what is best" for our lives. Don't we all desperately need that discernment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, when we engage in guy-girl relationships, we face some pretty hazy issues. Don't get me wrong-I believe in absolutes. But in dating, we don't only have to make wise choices between absolute wrong and absolute right. We also have to evaluate all parts of our dating relationships to make sure we don't go too far, allowing ourselves to get pulled into something we should avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example. Let's say that someone at school asks you out. How do you seek guidance about what kind of person you can go out with? Try looking up "dating" in your Bible's concordance. You won't get far. Or maybe you've gone out on a few dates with someone, and you just kissed for the first time. It was exciting. You feel as if you're in love. But is it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we find answers to these questions? This is where "smart love" comes in. God wants us to seek guidance from scriptural truth, not feeling. Smart love looks beyond personal desires and the gratification of the moment. It looks at the big picture: serving others and glorifying God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about me?" you might be asking. "What about my needs?" This is the awesome part: When we make God's glory and other people's needs our priority, we position ourselves to receive God's best in our lives as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past I made the starting point of my relationships what I wanted instead of what God wanted. I looked out for my needs and fit others into my agenda. Did I find fulfillment? No, I only found compromise and heartache. I not only hurt others, I hurt myself, and, most seriously, I sinned against God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I reversed my attitude and made my main priority in relationships pleasing God and blessing others, I found true peace and joy Smart love unlocks God's best for our lives. When I stopped viewing girls as potential girlfriends and started treating them as sisters in Christ, I discovered the richness of true friendship. When I stopped worrying about who I was going to marry and began to trust God's timing, I uncovered the incredible potential of serving God as a single. And when I stopped flirting with temptation in one-on-one dating relationships and started pursuing righteousness, I uncovered the peace and power that come from purity I kissed dating goodbye because I found out that God has something better in store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PURE AND BLAMELESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final benefit of seeking smart love is purity and blamelessness before God. This purity goes beyond sexual purity While physical purity is very important, God also wants us to pursue purity and blamelessness in our motives, our minds, and our emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean we'll never mess up? Of course not! We can only stand before God because of His grace and the sacrifice of His Son, Jesus. And yet this grace doesn't give us license to be lax in our pursuit of righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, it should urge us to desire purity and blamelessness even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben started dating Alyssa during his senior year in college. For quite some time, he had planned to marry the summer after he graduated. Since he and Alyssa were both deeply attracted to each other, he thought she was "the one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a letter, Ben told me how he had grown up with very high standards in his dating relationships. Alyssa was another story While Ben had never so much as kissed a girl, kissing was practically a sport for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Alyssa~ values won out. "When she looked at me with those big brown eyes like I was depriving her of something, I caved in," Ben wrote. Their relationship soon became almost entirely physical. They maintained their virginity but only in the technical sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later, Alyssa began to be tutored in chemistry by another Christian guy whom Ben had never met. "That was a mistake," Ben wrote angrily "They were studying chemistry all right-body chemistry!" Alyssa broke up with Ben and the next day was hanging on the arm of her new boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was crushed," Ben told me. "I had violated my own standards, and more important, God's standards, and it turned out that this wasn't the woman I was to marry" For several months Ben wrestled with guilt but finally laid it at the foot of the cross and moved on, determined not to make the same mistake twice. But what about Alyssa? Yes, God can forgive her, too. But I wonder if she ever realized she needs that forgiveness. When she passes Ben in the hail at school or sees him in the cafeteria, what goes through her mind? Does she realize she played a part in tearing down his purity? Does she feel pangs of guilt for breaking his heart? Does she even care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've shared with you how God has changed my perspective on dating. I've described how I've chosen to live my life and to interact with women until God shows me I'm ready for marriage. What would make me think that anyone would want to hear what I have to say? Because I think God would like to challenge you, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the time has come for Christians, male and female, to own up to the mess we've left behind in our selfish pursuit of short-term romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating may seem an innocent game, but as I see it, we are sinning against each other. What excuse will we have when God asks us to account for our actions and attitudes in relationships? If God sees a sparrow fall (Matthew 10:29), do you think He could possibly overlook the broken hearts and scarred emotions we cause in relationships based on selfishness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around us may be playing the dating game. But at the end of our lives, we won't answer to everyone. We'll answer to God. No one in my youth group knew how I compromised in my relationships. I was a leader and considered a good kid. But Christ says, "There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known" (Luke 12:2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our actions in relationships haven't escaped God's notice. But here's the good news: The God who sees all our sin is also ready to forgive all our sins if we repent and turn from them. He calls us to a new way of life. I know God has forgiven me for the sins I've committed against him and against the girlfriends I've had. I also know He wants me to spend the rest of my life living a lifestyle of smart love. The grace he has shown motivates me to make purity and blamelessness my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm committed to practicing smart love, and I invite you along. Let's make purity and blamelessness our priority before our all-seeing, all-knowing God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116530265033230991?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116530265033230991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116530265033230991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116530265033230991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116530265033230991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/12/smart-love.html' title='Smart Love'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116486941498667052</id><published>2006-11-30T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T15:19:10.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><title type='text'>Is Destiny in Our Hands?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is Destiny in our Hands?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Destiny is a river; free will, a paddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you believe in destiny? Do you believe we are puppets controlled by the hands of fate? Is what happens to us preordained? Are we helpless victims hurled about by arbitrary and chaotic circumstances? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I believe in preordination? Sure, I do! If I thrust my arm into a boiling kettle of oil, it is "preordained" that I will get badly burned. On the other hand, if I don’t stick my hand in fire, it’s "preordained" I won’t get burned. So, it’s clear that my actions help shape my destiny. Those who choose to ignore the laws of nature, such as the dangers of fire, will suffer the consequences. But what about disasters such as flash floods, invading armies, job loss because of downsizing, or outbreaks of disease? Aren’t these proof that we have no control over our lives, that we are merely pawns in the hands of fate? Not at all. Destiny is not an isolated event, such as a flash flood, but a direction of movement. Life is a path that leads to our destination. The nature of our destination(success or failure, happiness or misery) depends on which forks in the road we choose to follow. Destiny, then, is a river, and our free will is a paddle. We can choose the direction in which we move by paddling, even if it means paddling upstream. Because of free will, we can also refuse to paddle. But if we do so, we will be swept away by the tide of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this reason, Gilbert K. Chesterton wrote, "I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act; but I do believe in a fate that falls on them unless they act." You see, our actions are seeds that germinate into our destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our destiny is not determined by the hardships we meet, but by our reactions or responses to them. I may react to a flash flood by growing despondent because of my losses, or I may respond to the flood by starting a basement cleaning business in which I clean up in more ways than one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no point in bemoaning our fate when disaster strikes. If it’s unavoidable, we have to accept it, for we won't be ready to move on until we acquiesce. But, as Deng Ming-Dao points out, "Acceptance does not mean fatalism. It does not mean capitulation to some slaughtering predestination. [It means] acting within the framework of circumstance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to my original question, do you believe you are in charge of your own life or are you a victim of circumstances? The question is purely rhetorical because I already know the answer. Of course, you believe you are in charge of your own fate. How do I know? Because we all take pride in and accept credit for our accomplishments. Whenever we are recognized, we do not reject the certificate, award, plaque, or trophy and say, "Oh, no, I cannot accept this because I’m unworthy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, we graciously accept it and thank those who have recognized us. This is proof that we recognize we have control over our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, when we screw up and make a serious mistake, what do we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we say, "Sorry, I wasn’t as careful as I should have been?" No, we are struck by amnesia and conveniently forget our power. Instead of accepting responsibility, we search for scapegoats to blame. "Sorry, boss, I’m late because ______ (my alarm clock didn’t ring, the bus was late, the snowstorm or traffic accident delayed me — you can fill in the blanks). If we choose to cast blame, we are taking a detour on a path that can lead to a glorious destination. Far better to accept responsibility, learn from our mistakes, and move on. Like William Jennings Bryan, we need to recognize that, "Destiny is no matter of chance. It is a matter of choice: It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, you probably agree that we create our own fate. But how specifically do we do so? Here’s the premise: WE CREATE AND ATTRACT WHATEVER WE FOCUS ON. Let’s look at a couple of examples. Both Karen and Sue were laid off and recently found separate jobs, but with identical working conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen is unhappy. True, she’s paid more per hour than the average worker, but she’s paid on an hourly basis. That means she’s not paid for her lunch hour and she has no sick days. Simply put: no work, no pay. So while others enjoy national holidays, she has to put up with a smaller pay cheque because of the holidays. Karen has no company benefits and no security. As she focuses on the benefits she lacks, she grows resentful and anxious. Because she’s unhappy, she’s not very productive. She exudes a dark cloud of negativity and finds herself constantly complaining. Would you say her conduct, attitude, and actions will lead to a promotion? Isn’t it more likely that she will be laid off again? Can you see how what she focuses on, lack and negativity, leads to more of the same? What about Sue? She wishes she had benefits, but she has an attitude of gratitude. She’s thankful for having a job. Better to make some money than none. She also counts her blessings: she’s gaining more experience, contributing to society, making new friends, pleased about the convenient company location, and likes her supervisor. Things may not be perfect, but Sue is cheerful, productive, and contributes to the overall morale of the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Are her actions and attitude attracting opportunity? Is she likely to be promoted? If not, her additional experience will be her ticket to a better job in another company. Sue was aware of the benefits she lacked, but chose to focus on the blessings she had. That’s how she remained positive. Awareness of the undesirable conditions of one’s job is not negative. But focusing on them is. It is important to know what we don’t like, for that is the only way to understand what we want. Once we know what we want (in this case, a job with full benefits), while remaining cheerful, we focus on it. When focused, we can set goals, look for, and find opportunities. In fact, our positive attitude will attract and create the reality we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, our destiny is in our hands, so let’s start paddling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116486941498667052?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116486941498667052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116486941498667052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116486941498667052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116486941498667052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/is-destiny-in-our-hands.html' title='Is Destiny in Our Hands?'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116486908234546073</id><published>2006-11-30T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T15:27:00.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McBealism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lonely'/><title type='text'>Lonely Would Leave Me Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lonely, I think I am. Here is a little something from the TV series Ally McBeal on Loneliless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;McBealism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness...You know what the most common insanity going today? It is the idea that love will just come to you even if you do nothing. All the right one will come along, it will happen, you just wait. Well who the hell came up with that? How many couples do you know, how many friends do you have that you can truly say the right one came along? You talk to most people and they'll say the right one slipped away. My point, ask anybody what they want the most...it's love. We all agree personal happiness is much more important than our careers and yet look at what we do with the hours in our loves, the days. Nobody really applies themselves to their personal lives, which is sit back and assume that will take care of itself. Well sometimes it doesn't. ...sometimes, the things that you regret the most are the things that you don't do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116486908234546073?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116486908234546073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116486908234546073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116486908234546073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116486908234546073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/lonely-would-leave-me-alone.html' title='Lonely Would Leave Me Alone'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116486896969075384</id><published>2006-11-30T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T15:28:18.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love Quotes Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Quotes for the Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever wanted to love someone with everything you had, but that other person was too afraid to let you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever noticed that the worst way to miss someone is when they are right beside you and yet you can never have them... when the moment you can't feel them under your fingertips you miss them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever wondered which hurts the most; saying something and wishing you had not, or saying nothing and wishing you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Too many of us stay walled because we are too afraid to care too much.... for fear that the other person does not care as much, or at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116486896969075384?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116486896969075384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116486896969075384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116486896969075384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116486896969075384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-quotes-part-2.html' title='Love Quotes Part 2'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116486890782438834</id><published>2006-11-30T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T15:28:50.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quit'/><title type='text'>Don't Quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The all time famous poem about not quitting... Here it is again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't Quit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,&lt;br /&gt;When the road you're trudging seems all up hill&lt;br /&gt;When the funds are low, and the debts are high,&lt;br /&gt;And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,&lt;br /&gt;When care is pressing you down a bit,&lt;br /&gt;Rest if you must, but don't quit.&lt;br /&gt;Life is queer with its twists and turns,&lt;br /&gt;As everyone of us sometimes learns,&lt;br /&gt;And many a failure turns about,&lt;br /&gt;When he might have won had he stuck it out;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up though the pace seems slow,&lt;br /&gt;You may succeed with another blow.&lt;br /&gt;Success is failure turned inside out,&lt;br /&gt;The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;And you never can tell how close you are,&lt;br /&gt;It may be near when it seems so far;&lt;br /&gt;So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,&lt;br /&gt;It's when things seem worse,&lt;br /&gt;That you must not quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116486890782438834?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116486890782438834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116486890782438834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116486890782438834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116486890782438834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-quit.html' title='Don&apos;t Quit'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116486883700924759</id><published>2006-11-30T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T15:29:55.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><title type='text'>After a While</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A very powerful perspective about breaking up and your inner strength to go forward and start again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;After a While&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After a while you learn&lt;br /&gt;the subtle difference between&lt;br /&gt;holding a hand&lt;br /&gt;and chaining a soul&lt;br /&gt;And you learn&lt;br /&gt;that love doesn't mean&lt;br /&gt;leaning&lt;br /&gt;and company doesn't always mean&lt;br /&gt;security.&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to learn&lt;br /&gt;that kisses aren't contracts and&lt;br /&gt;presents aren't promises&lt;br /&gt;and you begin to&lt;br /&gt;accept your defeats&lt;br /&gt;with your head up and your eyes ahead&lt;br /&gt;with the grace of an adult&lt;br /&gt;not the grief of a child&lt;br /&gt;and you learn&lt;br /&gt;To build all your roads on today&lt;br /&gt;because tomorrow's ground is&lt;br /&gt;too uncertain for plans&lt;br /&gt;And futures have a way of falling down&lt;br /&gt;in mid-flight,&lt;br /&gt;After a while you learn&lt;br /&gt;That even sunshine burns&lt;br /&gt;if you get too much&lt;br /&gt;So you plant your own garden&lt;br /&gt;and decorate your own soul&lt;br /&gt;instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.&lt;br /&gt;And you learn&lt;br /&gt;that you really can endure&lt;br /&gt;that you really are strong&lt;br /&gt;and you really do have worth&lt;br /&gt;And you learn&lt;br /&gt;And you learn&lt;br /&gt;with every goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- 1971 Veronica Shoffstall -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116486883700924759?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116486883700924759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116486883700924759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116486883700924759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116486883700924759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/after-while.html' title='After a While'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116479170211105046</id><published>2006-11-29T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:15:02.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Other Love Sites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a little link to romantic resources on the web:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Draw closer together with 1000 Questions for Couples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.questionsforcouples.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.questionsforcouples.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spice up your love life with 500 Love...making Tips &amp;amp; Secrets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theromantic.com/500tips.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.theromantic.com/500tips.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Discover 300 Creative Dates at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theromantic.com/creativedates.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.theromantic.com/creativedates.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;100 Bedroom Games for Couples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theromantic.com/games.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.theromantic.com/games.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Learn the 50 Secrets of Blissful Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.50secrets.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.50secrets.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is A Better Way To Date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theromantic.com/abetterway.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.theromantic.com/abetterway.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Read about The Romantic's Guide to Popping the Question at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howtoproposemarriage.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.howtoproposemarriage.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116479170211105046?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116479170211105046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116479170211105046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116479170211105046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116479170211105046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/tribute-to-other-love-sites.html' title='Tribute to Other Love Sites'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116479056091339943</id><published>2006-11-29T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T16:56:01.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lepaker Love Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This blog site needs more promotion. Love life needs more promotion. Lepaker's love life needs a promotion! Ha! Yup, you got that right. Love is a sign of all things beautiful. All things that are beautiful in life is love. The single most fulfilling and strongest emotions - LOVE! Can't quite get enough of it right? Never did. Even if you have lots of it, you still yearn more from it. Why don't we have enough? Why??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/claim/hn6962wm" rel="me"&gt;Technorati Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A few days ago, saw LLBQ's picture in her college brochure which she posed/modelled for them. Interesting and with a short write-up. Do miss her a little. Anyhow, I emailed her. Got a reply! Replied again, no love back. Which is fine. I'm okay with it. Cause there isn't any official love right now? Although deep down I know she still have love for me. I can rest assure that! But that's not important now. What is, The Lepaker's Destiny is. My own life. My own love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116479056091339943?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116479056091339943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116479056091339943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116479056091339943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116479056091339943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/lepaker-love-life.html' title='Lepaker Love Life'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116470130944704450</id><published>2006-11-28T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T16:11:11.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE QUOTES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best things about love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is just recognizing a man's step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when he climbs the stairs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Colette -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For love is blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Chaucer 1598 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116470130944704450?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116470130944704450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116470130944704450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116470130944704450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116470130944704450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-quotes.html' title='Love Quotes'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116461534464611869</id><published>2006-11-27T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:15:44.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feet Happy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just watched Happy Feet over the weekend. A very nice animated movie and extremely funny. But there's more to that. It's about love. It shows someone different being loved. And when Gloria (female character) loves someone, she waits. She waited for Mumble. That's love. Indeed and nice movie. You got to watch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116461534464611869?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116461534464611869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116461534464611869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116461534464611869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116461534464611869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-feet-happy-love.html' title='Happy Feet Happy Love'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116426904332859155</id><published>2006-11-23T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:13:31.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>James Bond - Casino Royale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Casino Royale - Do you like it or do you hate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have watched Casino Royale and some just hate it. Some absolutely love it. I for one love it. First off it's because of the James Bond role. Daniel Craig is the prefect James Bond. Unlike the other James Bonds, Daniel Craig is bare. He's not exactly good looking (though he's built - no gay comments here ok!). He does get injured and doesn't depend on gadgets to get him out of difficult situations. He's rugged, tough and the new age man. The old James Bond, too refine. Too refine to do the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Eva Green as Vesper Lynd as mentioned in my earlier post. How could one miss the fact that Eva Green look absolutely gorgeous! She even looks great with minimum makeup. The way she carries herself. That red bare back dress she wears. Those legs! And have you see her breasts? Yup, you can see some of her previous movies and pictures where she got naked before. Those are beautiful breasts!! Ha! Drool drool drool away... Ok, it's all sexual fantasies but hey, she is worthy of such fantasies. Much more of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casino Royale - Love it or hate it?&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Craig - Love him or hate him?&lt;br /&gt;Eva Green - Love her or hate her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116426904332859155?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116426904332859155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116426904332859155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116426904332859155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116426904332859155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/james-bond-casino-royale.html' title='James Bond - Casino Royale'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116426820051167103</id><published>2006-11-23T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T15:50:00.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Had a really bad day today... emotionally. I don't know why. Is it love? Is it comfort? Is it lust? I don't know. So I'll just leave you with this song... my all time favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Day - Daniel Powter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the moment we needed the most&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee to go&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday&lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh.. Holiday..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back and you know&lt;br /&gt;That you could be well oh that strong&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most&lt;br /&gt;Oh you and I&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you like&lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel for one more time&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116426820051167103?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116426820051167103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116426820051167103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116426820051167103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116426820051167103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116409921408593520</id><published>2006-11-21T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:55:33.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Eva Green?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eva Green. One word. HOT! I just recently noticed her when I went to the movies to watch Casino Royale. She was the highlight. Especially in that red bare back dress. It's not so much the fact that she simply looks hot. It's the way she carries herself. Elegant yet sexy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cinema.cz/image/20060220221428_eva_green1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Full name: Eva Gaelle Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Named after the world's first woman, Eve, because she was born before her twin-sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Date of Birth: July 5, 1980&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Location of Birth: Paris, France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Star sign: Cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hair color: Dark brown. Eva's natural hair color is a dark blond. She always dyes it. "As a blonde, I felt very organized. As a brunette, I was more like myself. I had the impression it expressed my violence better." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eyes color: Blue-Green. Eva is myopic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Height: 5 ft 6 in (168 cm) according to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celebheights.com/s/Eva-Green-1494.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;CelebHeights.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; and confirmed by Paris Match (February 23, 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Parents: Walter Green and Marlène Jobert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Siblings: Joy (non-identical twin sister), four minutes younger" She's a non-identical twin. We are very different. We are different physically and psychologically. She is more into business. She loves horses and everything. She loves movies but she's not jealous of not being an actress."Eva likes to say that Joy is more terrestrial and she is more lunar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First professional play: Jalousie En Trois Fax (2001)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First work as an actress in a film: The Dreamers (2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Find out more info about her here &lt;a href="http://www.evagreenweb.com/"&gt;http://www.evagreenweb.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116409921408593520?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116409921408593520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116409921408593520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116409921408593520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116409921408593520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/who-is-eva-green.html' title='Who is Eva Green?'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116375796103138625</id><published>2006-11-17T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T18:06:01.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prawn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's something about porn that attracts people, generally men! When a site contains it, the hits grows. When a forum has some pics, that instantly becomes to most active thread. Why? Why? Why? Is it because we have testerone? I know even women are interested to check it out. Maybe to learn a trick or two.. hahaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Prawning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116375796103138625?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116375796103138625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116375796103138625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116375796103138625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116375796103138625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/prawn.html' title='Prawn?'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116366957269429614</id><published>2006-11-16T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:32:54.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Incestful Money Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate to get into politics but this is good read. Though I'll share with you all... A good read nonetheless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;From The Asia Sentinel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;11 November 2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Cesspit of Malay Politics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The murder of a Mongolian model in Malaysia recalls Lord Acton's famous dictum that absolute power corrupts absolutely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The crisis that is wracking Malaysia's United Malays National Organisation, the country's biggest ethnic party, is not the crisis of a sex and murder scandal. Not the crisis of former Prime Minister Mahathir Mohamad's heart attack. Not the crisis of infighting between the Abdullah Ahmad Badawi - Pak Lah -- camp and his predecessor's interests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a deeper crisis of a party that has been in power for 50 years, more than long enough to be totally corrupted by power. This is the crisis of 30 years of the New Economic Policy (NEP), which has brought some gains to most Malays but above all lots of gains to the same narrow group who control the political levers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;In Malaysia, the NEP - or at least the manner in which it is implemented - creates a double moral jeopardy for those in power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at the sorry state of the leadership. No one can seriously suggest that Mahathir, old, angry and sick, is fit to return to office to resurrect his combination of authoritarianism, dynamism and money politics, his brand of making Malays into billionaire capitalists through special favors. Nor can one seriously suggest that Pak Lah is up to the job, though given the alternatives currently available his brand of honest inaction may be the best the country can hope for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The collection of individuals who might replace Pak Lah should his political enemies or ill health catch up with him is disturbing to put it mildly. There is scant sign of leadership of any sort but plenty of evidence of UMNO money politics. As for the most obvious successor, Deputy Prime Minister Najib Abdul Razak, it may prove difficult for him to shake off his association with the man at the centre for now of the current scandal, Abdul Razak Baginda, who is helping the police in the investigation of the gruesome death of a Mongolian part-time model on whom he reportedly lavished money and who her relatives accuse of having fathered his child before she was killed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anwar Ibrahim? Perhaps his years in jail have humbled him, made him realize the value of freedom and tolerance, appreciate that power can come from moral leadership as well as money. Perhaps too he is willing to put his heart and soul into the creation of a Malaysian Malaysia where politics is more about economic and social issues not race and religion. But who knows? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some yearn for earlier times. Names such as Musa Hitam and Tunku Razaleigh Hamzah come to mind. But Musa, 72, was a nice guy from the grass roots who never quite had the stomach for a big fight. And the aristocratic Razaleigh, though still only 69, may be remembered not merely for his achievements running Pernas and Petronas and as a youthful Finance Minister ("father of the Malaysian economy" as he was dubbed by sycophants) but for pioneering money politics and rumors of his deep entrenchment in the Bank Bumiputra scandal of the early 1980s, which cost the Malaysian treasury more than US$1 billion. But these all seems giants compared with the men in Pak Lah's cabinet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoever was actually responsible for the murder and dynamiting of the body of the Mongolian model, this is only the latest of a long string of scandals involving senior establishment figures, whether it is sex with under-age girls or travel with suitcases full of money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Baginda himself is not a politician in the formal sense of the word. But his so-called think tank, the Malaysian Strategic Research Institute, was more of an international propaganda arm of both UMNO and the Malaysian armed forces. Baginda has only medium intellectual weight (a master's degree in War Studies from the University of London and a fascination with Winston Churchill) academic credentials when, in his early 30s, he became head of the institute when it was set up in 1993. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;But Baginda does have connections, most notably to Najib. He is also endowed with a quiet charm, a command of language and has been at ease not just in UMNO circles but with the foreign journalists who came knocking on his door in Jalan Ampang seeking intelligent- sounding comments on the political issues of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;He has steered a diplomatic course through UMNO factionalism and presented the government/Najib view in moderate and quotable terms. A quick Internet search attests to how often he has been quoted in the foreign media, most recently in Associated Press and the International Herald Tribune on October 29, and by Bloomberg on October 21, on the subject of the Mahathir-Pak Lah war of words. He is also a prolific writer and editor. He penned a book in praise of the Malaysian Armed Forces, published by them, and numerous other works published including "Malaysia and the Islamic World," a collection of essays he edited and with a forward by Najib. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The unassuming political analyst has been in reality very close to the centers of power, which may explain why members of an elite branch of the police became involved, in some as yet uncertain way, in the affair of the murdered alleged ex-mistress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;But the much bigger issue for Malaysia than this tragedy is the general behavior of UMNO elitists. Power and wealth have dulled their moral sensibilities. Thus ministers who in their personal lives take scant notice of the teachings of Islam make a political song and dance about religion to try to retain credibility with the Malay masses and fight off the challenge of Pas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thus supposedly urbane, educated, cosmopolitan younger leaders like kris-waving Hishamuddin Hussein (son of former PM Hussein Onn) and NEP-forever Khairy Jamaluddin (son-in-law of Pak Lah) resort to the crudest racial issues to maintain their credibility with Malays who may wonder why these upcoming leaders mostly seem to be related to past or present ones. The rope that Pak Lah has given to the bright but arrogant and immature Khairy also surpasses belief. He may yet be hanged by it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meanwhile other leaders see nothing wrong in money politics within UMNO. Buying votes is an internal matter, part of the game and nothing to do with the public! So the public are expected to be happy that their representatives' opinions are for sale! And don't bother to ask from which particular corrupt deal member X made Y millions in order the buy the vote of Z. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nor should non-Malays in particular question the behavior of leaders of the race. The fact that most of Malaysia's leaders have been only partially of Malay stock - Indian, Thai, Turkish, etc origins come to mind - is quietly forgotten as UMNO chiefs play the race card at every opportunity with phrases of racial supremacy that sound borrowed from South Africa of the apartheid era. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The notion of Malaysian identity, of mingling of the races to create a Bangsa Malaysia (Mahathir's 2020 vision of a Malaysian nation) is publicly ridiculed by UMNO politicians desperate to remain aboard the gravy train of Malay privilege, collecting jobs and shares and fees without having to work for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The UMNO elite lack an adequate sense of shame or of the morality, public and private, and non-racialism of Islam. The fruits of 50 years in power and 35 years of the NEP are sweet for them and bitter for the unprivileged 90% of all races. That is the crisis of UMNO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116366957269429614?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116366957269429614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116366957269429614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116366957269429614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116366957269429614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/malaysia-incestful-money-matters.html' title='Malaysia Incestful Money Matters'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116358465440422842</id><published>2006-11-15T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:04:58.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I found a great place for a romantic getaway. It's in Thailand, far south. Very private and quiet too. I personally haven't been there but those that went only have great things to say about it. Those that I recomended to go there, have only great things to say about it. Don't worry, I don't get a fee for promoting it. I'm promoting it because it think it simply look just fantastic and I truly support places that really have a class above when it comes to ambience and romantism!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Check it out at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aleenta.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.aleenta.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 181px" height="181" src="http://www.aleenta.com/villas/images/index02.jpg" width="381" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116358465440422842?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116358465440422842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116358465440422842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116358465440422842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116358465440422842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/romantic-getaway.html' title='Romantic Getaway'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116358383014358732</id><published>2006-11-15T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:52:35.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's my Romantic Signature?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was reading Michael Webb's article as below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What Is Your Romantic Signature?&lt;br /&gt;by Michael Webb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Athena and I were dating in college, I began using a Hersheys *Kiss* as my signature. I would hide them in ice cream cones. I would have her roommates place them on her pillow.&lt;br /&gt;Waiters would bring them with the check at the end of a romantic meal. I would even mail them to her. I wanted her to think of me at all times of the day and to let her know that I was doing likewise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giving her these *kisses* was very inexpensive and didnt take much time at all. However, they spoke volumes of my love for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are many different signatures you can use to quietly express your love. At many stationery stores I have seen sheets of tiny red hearts (and smiley faces). They could be stuck on notes, windshields, lunch bags, calendars, toothpaste tubes, alarm clocks and endless other places. The idea is not to blanket everything at once with your signature but to leave them every so often and perhaps for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still leave *kisses* for my wife to discover. Another idea for a signature is a comic strip ofher liking. You would either need to be diligently cutting them out of the paper or buy a book from which to cut them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some Christian book stores sell stacks of small cards with inspirational scriptures on them that could be used as your signature as well. At first you might want to begin by sending a card or small present or two with your new signature on them so she will get the idea when she (or he) starts seeing it popping up all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The possibilities are endless. So.... whats going to be your signature&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That got me thinking... What's my romantic signature??? Hrmm... Still thinking. When I figured out something, I'll let you know. But for now.. HELP!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116358383014358732?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116358383014358732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116358383014358732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116358383014358732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116358383014358732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/whats-my-romantic-signature.html' title='What&apos;s my Romantic Signature?'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116349793843323987</id><published>2006-11-14T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:52:18.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron Highland Resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone asked for more information about the Cameron Highland Resort by YTL. Simple... just go to their website, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cameronhighlandsresort.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cameron Highland Resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. All the info you need!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A snippet from the website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cameron Highlands Resort&lt;/span&gt; is situated on the largest hill resort in Malaysia, surrounded by breathtaking scenery, lush greenery, rolling hills and Tudor-styled cottages. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The luxurious boutique Resort features 56 well-appointed rooms and suites, and fronts Cameron Highlands’ magnificent 18-hole golf course. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It also houses the third wellness centre of the award-winning Spa Village, which offers exotic treatments focusing on the healing and restorative properties of tea. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Located in the state of Pahang, approximately 200 kilometres north of Kuala Lumpur, Cameron Highlands is a beautiful holiday destination and the only place where you can find tea plantations and strawberries in Malaysia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At about 1,500 metres above sea level, it is the highest area on the mainland and enjoys a cool climate and fresh air, with temperatures ranging between 15° and 25° Celsius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much of the character of the highlands remains unchanged since colonial times. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is endearingly known to some as the “little corner of England in Asia”. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cool climate on the picturesque plateau and its surrounding hills and forest make this a popular retreat for golfing, jungle trekking and exploration of the many plantations and gardens. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cameron Highlands Resort is ideal all year round for families, honeymooners and holidaymakers out to sate their appetites for trails, tales and tradition. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIDENOTE: &lt;/strong&gt;Isn't this just free advertising for YTL??!! Hahaha... they should pay me for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116349793843323987?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116349793843323987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116349793843323987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116349793843323987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116349793843323987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/cameron-highland-resort.html' title='Cameron Highland Resort'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116340994233210193</id><published>2006-11-13T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:25:42.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron Highlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Over the weekend, I was at Cameron Highlands with the car club. The road via Simpang Pulai is just fantastic. The drive is at 3rd/4th gear turns with some occasionally 2nd gear input. Not too bad. The scenary is something to behold. Green everywhere, strawberries everywhere... tea plantations too! Temperature at night was about 16 degree... Pretty chillin'. Stayed at Strawberry Park.. hotel on the highest point in Cameron Highlands. Not too bad really. Of course it would have been better if stayed at Cameron Highlands Resort by YTL... but that would have cost a whooping RM500++ a night! Nuts... we had scones there though! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's the big deal about scones anyway? Some fancy british style tea time snack? Screw that! For RM5 a piece is expensive at YTL's. Could have gotten 5 pieces for RM1 at the coffee shop next door! Ha! But the ambience was fantastic. Credit goes to YTL for such a good job. I think the cafe is called Jim Thompson Lounge. Don't know what the big deal with Jim Thompson is but apparently he's some guy who got lost in Camerons. ??? Why?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was a great &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;LEPAKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; weekend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lepak, Slack, Lepak, Slack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116340994233210193?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116340994233210193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116340994233210193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116340994233210193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116340994233210193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/cameron-highlands.html' title='Cameron Highlands'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116315076793558096</id><published>2006-11-10T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:26:10.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;weekend &lt;/span&gt;is here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm thinking of Michael Gray's song The &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Weekend&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been looking forward to it all week!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt; is here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;These are one of those things that you are willing to wait for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Weekend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116315076793558096?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116315076793558096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116315076793558096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116315076793558096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116315076793558096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116315303026982131</id><published>2006-11-10T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:09:11.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite :: Alfa Romeo 156</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I quote Wikipedia here in regards to the car... My favorite of all time... Soon I'll be post pics about my ride, car in a new blog specially for cars and keep this blog about the lepaker's destiny. For now, space will be borrow here. Enjoy the read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Alfa Romeo 156 is a very stylish car introduced by the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Italy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Italian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; automaker &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Alfa Romeo" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfa_Romeo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alfa Romeo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1997" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1997"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1997&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; as the replacement for the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Alfa Romeo 155" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfa_Romeo_155"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;155&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Its distinctive style with its high curved flanks made it, to some, the best looking car in its class. For any, this is the car with the 'hidden' rear door handles which are now commonplace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The 156 was a highly developed front-wheel drive car (the station wagon offered all-wheel drive in left-hand drive markets) with a double wishbone front suspension and an all-independent multi-link rear suspension. The engine range encompassed 4-cylinder Twin Spark (150-155 bhp) 16 valve engines with variable valve timing, along with the 1.9 L (105-150 bhp) and 2.4 L (136-175 bhp) JTD turbodiesel engines. Until January 2001, the range-topping engine was the venerable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="DOHC" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DOHC"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DOHC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; 2.5 L 24-valve V6 engine rated at around 190 to 192 bhp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A significant addition to the 156 range was the Sportwagon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Station wagon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Station_wagon"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;station wagon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2000" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2000&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In February 2002, the 156 GTA and SportWagon GTA were launched. Equipped with a 3.2 L V6 with six-speed manual transmission, the GTA variants were aimed at the performance market. The GTA subsequently stopped production in October 2005, citing poor sales and the upcoming replacement to the 156, the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Alfa Romeo 159" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfa_Romeo_159"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alfa Romeo 159&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. The GTA variants boasted at least 250 bhp, had a lowered and stiffened suspension, a distinctive body kit and leather interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2002 also saw the arrival of a facelifted interior with different matte-finish surfacing and chrome highlights. It also used the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Alfa Romeo 147" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfa_Romeo_147"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alfa Romeo 147&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'s dual-zone digital climate control and CanBus serial wiring system. A wider range of options including &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Xenon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xenon"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xenon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; lighting, tele-informatics and a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bose" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bose"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; stereo system were available. Also ESP and slip control ASR came as standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Late 2003 saw the launch of a facelifted 156, with new front and rear fascias designed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Giorgetto Giugiaro" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giorgetto_Giugiaro"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giorgetto Giugiaro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. There was also a wider range of interior colour options from this date. The 2.5 L V6 was deleted at this time and the GTA never received the exterior improvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In 2004, four-wheel drive versions arrived to some markets, which were known as the Crosswagon Q4 and Sportwagon Q4 (both using the 1.9 L JTD engine). These cars were equipped with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Torsen" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Torsen"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Torsen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; four-wheel drive system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The 156 sedan was discontinued late in 2005 in Europe, Q4 Crosswagon is still in production, 156 is to be phased out in other markets in 2006 with the forthcoming 159, which also spawned the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Alfa Romeo Brera" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfa_Romeo_Brera"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, the 2-door coupe that replaces the GTV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awards Won:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1998" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1998"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1998&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, an international jury of 56 journalists representing 21 countries awarded the Alfa 156 the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="European Car of the Year" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/European_Car_of_the_Year"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;European Car of the Year&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; award; it was described as having a "very refined suspension layout so to offer an impeccable roadholding". The 156 has won other awards, including:&lt;br /&gt;Technical Innovation Award - Common Rail 1998 - (Autocar - Great Britain)&lt;br /&gt;Best Compact Executive 1998 - (What Car - UK)&lt;br /&gt;Best Compact Executive Car 1998- (Autoexpress - UK)&lt;br /&gt;Die Besten Autos 1998, Paul Pietsch Preis - (Innovation prize for Common Rail, (Auto Motor und Sport - Germany)&lt;br /&gt;Auto 1 Europa 1998 -(Panel of engineers, drivers and journalists from the 11 European magazines headed by Auto Bild)&lt;br /&gt;Auto Trophy 1998 -(Auto Zeitung-Germany)&lt;br /&gt;Trophee Du Design 1998 -(Automobile Magazine-France)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116315303026982131?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116315303026982131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116315303026982131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116315303026982131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116315303026982131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-favorite-alfa-romeo-156.html' title='My Favorite :: Alfa Romeo 156'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116305404642585639</id><published>2006-11-09T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:38:22.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alfa Romeo - What to Expect?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Many people's favorite car - Alfa Romeo. Rich in history and legends. That's what made the all time favorite and every little boy (and adults) dream car, Ferrari too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's my favorite ride. Before I bought the car, I was &lt;em&gt;WORRIED&lt;/em&gt;. You know, you have heard stories, it does freaking worries you. Not till you finally decided to the take the plunge and thus being reward handsomely for it! Yes! It's the next best thing that every happened to me, beside SEX! Ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;An interesting post below by &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Redd&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.italiaauto.net"&gt;ItaliaAuto Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; forum in regards to what to look out for in an Alfa Romeo pre-ownership:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;engine oil consumption - up to 1L/1000km is considered "normal" according to the manual, but imho is a bit excessive. that said, the TS engines do consume quite a fair bit of oil. this in itself is not a problem. the real problem occurs when owners dont realise this and run the car for extended periods with low oil levels. this can lead to engine damage which may not manifest itself for many months/years after. so ask the seller if the car consumes any oil, and how much specifically. if they are not aware of this, be wary. a good mechanic will also be able to tell if the engine is experiencing the early stages of oil starvation damage. if you buy the TS, CHECK YOUR OIL OFTEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;front suspension noise - the front suspension arms - upper and lower - wear out after a while and need to be replaced. this is a normal wear and tear part for 156/147 and most cars with dual-wishbone suspensions, and less of a problem on the 1.6TS as the car is lighter. if you hear squeaking/knocking/rattling from the front suspension, factor in some money for replacements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mass Air Flow (MAF) meter - the MAF on the newer alfas are wear and tear items and also prone to damage from oiled filters. if the seller has an open cone filter installed, be wary. early signs of MAF damage include poor idling, hesistation in the rev range and loss of power in the higher rpms. sometimes a quick clean of the MAF will cure it, other times you need to replace it. MAFs usually last 80-100k kms on stock cars, less if the cars are modified or have aftermarket filters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cam variator - if your car sounds like a diesel engine, its likely it's got a dead cam variator. this is a wear and tear item. early stages of variator wear are symptomised by diesel-like noise during startup which goes away after a few seconds. if the noise persists, the variator needs to be replaced. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alfa ownership is not like japo ownership. if u expect to be able to drive an alfa like a toyota - drive and forget until the next service - you got another thing coming. europeans tend to require a bit more attention than japanese cars but if you look after them well and dont stinge on maintenance (use ricambi originale wherever possible) it will be a rewarding experience. there is no other car that offers more smiles per mile than an italian car.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Get one and you'll never turn back. Trust me on that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116305404642585639?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116305404642585639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116305404642585639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116305404642585639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116305404642585639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/alfa-romeo-what-to-expect.html' title='Alfa Romeo - What to Expect?'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116295295121752567</id><published>2006-11-08T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T11:15:47.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need more income?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I recently subscribed to Google &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adsense&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You may check in out on the link located on the right toolbar, if you like. Was recomended by a friend and it seems like a really cool way to generate some income, whether small or not from you work on the net. It may or may not make you rich. But the point is, it does pay and it will help give you a little extra pocket money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup! POCKET MONEY! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You can also check out my favorite photo software, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picasa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Google. I find it simple to use and very helpful. Most of my pictures I manage with the software. My favorite -&gt; Collage! Yup... put pictures togeter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116295295121752567?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116295295121752567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116295295121752567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116295295121752567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116295295121752567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/need-more-income.html' title='Need more income?'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-116289179620337965</id><published>2006-11-07T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:29:56.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Quo - Yes or No?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is life still Status Quo? Of course not. I have not been posting for a while. That's because I've been working on rebuilding my life and enhancing it further. However, some things just don't change. As much as I would like it to change, they just won't. How am I suppose to make things better? Now I only wonder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please help me people. Help me rebuild my life! This is happening way too long...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-116289179620337965?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116289179620337965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=116289179620337965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116289179620337965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/116289179620337965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/status-quo-yes-or-no.html' title='Status Quo - Yes or No?'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-114733128028773258</id><published>2006-05-11T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T15:08:00.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No News - Good News or Bad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No news... Is that good news or bad news? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-114733128028773258?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114733128028773258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=114733128028773258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/114733128028773258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/114733128028773258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-news-good-news-or-bad-news.html' title='No News - Good News or Bad News'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-114362466826171533</id><published>2006-03-29T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T17:31:08.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28th Burpday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is LLBQ's birthday. She's turning 28. She's still in Melbourne. I'm still in Malaysia. About 2 weeks back, I send LLBQ a birthday card. Finally decided that I should really do something about it before it's too late. It's about time. So I did. AR (Auto-Reply) Registered to her uncle's home. No news yet. She now lives in a rented place nearer to school. I do not have that address neither her number. It was pride that I didn't ask her for it when she went. Neither did she tell me. Maybe it's a sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For my 29th birthday, I still remember what LLBQ bought me... Georgio Armani perfume! I was so touched. Till now, I still can smell the sweets scent of the cologne she bought. Very thoughtful of her. That was also when we got back together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What am I going to do? Nothing I guess. Let's see if she responds to the birthday card. Only time will tell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear LLBQ, may happiness shines in the stars of your night and joy glitters in your eyes. Happy Birthday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-114362466826171533?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114362466826171533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=114362466826171533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/114362466826171533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/114362466826171533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/28th-burpday.html' title='28th Burpday'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-113800066140779467</id><published>2006-01-23T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:17:41.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Quo - Have a Poem Instead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a while since I blogged. Well... status quo. Still have not heard from her. Still waiting. Anticipating and waiting. In the mean time, here is some quotes from movies. My favorites thus far compiled....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The fact that you're not answering leads me to believe that (a) You're not home, (b) You're home but you don't want to talk to me, or (c) You're home, desperately want to talk to me, but you're trapped under something heavy. If it's either (a) or (c), please give me a call. - When Harry Met Sally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. - When Harry Met Sally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All I'm saying is that somewhere out there is the man you are supposed to marry. And if you don't get him first, somebody else will, and you'll have to spend the rest of your life knowing that somebody else is married to your husband - When Harry Met Sally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"What are you talking about?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"She never wanted me. She wanted Joey all the time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Cameron, do you like the girl?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"And is she worth all this trouble?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought she was but you know..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"She is or she isn't? See, first of all Joey isn't half the man you are. Secondly, don't let anyone ever make you feel like you don't deserve what you want. Go for it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-10 Things I Hate About You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harry Burns: You realize of course that we could never be friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally Albright: Why not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harry Burns: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally Albright: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harry Burns: No you don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally Albright: Yes I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harry Burns: No you don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally Albright: Yes I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harry Burns: You only think you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally Albright: You say I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harry Burns: No, what I'm saying is they all WANT to have sex with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally: They do not! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harry: Do to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally: They do not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harry: Do to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally: How do you know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harry: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harry: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally: What if THEY don't want to have sex with YOU? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harry: Doesn't matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally: Well, I guess we're not going to be friends then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Harry: I guess not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sally: That's too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York.&lt;br /&gt;- When Harry Met Sally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;H: I've been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;S: What? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;H: I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;S: How do you expect me to respond to this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;H: How about, 'You &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; me too'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;S: How about, 'I'm leaving.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;H: Doesn't what I've said mean anything to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;S: I'm sorry Harry, I know it's New Year's Eve, I know you're feeling lonely, but you can't just show up here, tell me you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; me and expect everything to be all right. It doesn't work that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;H: Well how does it work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;S: I don't know, but not this way. (Walking away) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;H: Well how about this way. I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; when you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts, I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; that after I've spent the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because its New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to begin as soon as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;S: That's just like you, Harry, you make it impossible to hate you; and I really hate you, I really hate you (said while simultaneously smiling and crying, then the big KISS).&lt;br /&gt;- When Harry Met Sally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; them with your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It never disappears w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hen you're apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And when you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you've done all you can do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You set them free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And if that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;was true....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It will all come back to you&lt;br /&gt;- Forget Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guarantee it won't be easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guarantee that at one point or another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of us is going to want to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I also guarantee that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I don't ask you to be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am going to regret it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because I know in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are the only one for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-The Runaway Bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The only wrong thing would be to deny what your heart truly feels -The Mask of Zoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You will be doing anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the one you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Except &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; them again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How come we don't always know when &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; begins, but we always know when it ends? -L.A. Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The only feeling of real loss is when you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; someone more than you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; your self - Good Will Hunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; won't obey our expectations, its mystery is pure and absolute. - Briges of Madison County&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You cannot find true &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where it does not truly exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you cannot hide it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;where it truly does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kissing a Fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A life without &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, is no life at all - Ever After: A Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll always know when the right person walks into your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If he's the right man for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you just can't let him slip on by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- The Butcher's Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You will see a lot of things, But they will mean nothing to you If you lose sight of the thing you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; - At First Sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; someone you say it,...you say it right then, out loud,... or the moment just... passes you by - My Best Friend's Wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would rather have had One breath of her hair, One kiss from her mouth, One touch of her hand, Than eternity without it.  One! - City of Angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you without knowing how, why, or even from where... - Patch Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fate exists but it can only take you so far, Because once you're there It's up to you to make it happen. - Can't Hardly Wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Distance is to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, what wind is to fire; It enkindles the great and extinguishes the small - Before Sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-113800066140779467?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113800066140779467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=113800066140779467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/113800066140779467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/113800066140779467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/status-quo-have-poem-instead.html' title='Status Quo - Have a Poem Instead'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-112677757115249345</id><published>2005-09-16T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T17:59:13.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Give Up This Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Turn down the lights&lt;br /&gt;Turn down the bed&lt;br /&gt;Turn down these voices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Inside my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay down with me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me no lies&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me close&lt;br /&gt;Don't patronize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Don't patronize me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't make you love me&lt;/span&gt; if you don't&lt;br /&gt;You can't make your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; feel something it won't&lt;br /&gt;Here in the dark in these final hours&lt;br /&gt;I will lay down my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll feel the power&lt;br /&gt;But you won't&lt;br /&gt;No, you won't&lt;br /&gt;Cause I&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; can't make you love me&lt;/span&gt; if you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Then I won't see&lt;br /&gt;The love you don't feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When you're holding me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning will come&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do what's right&lt;br /&gt;Just give me till then&lt;br /&gt;To give up this fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I will give up this fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't make you love me&lt;/span&gt; if you don't&lt;br /&gt;You can't make your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; feel something it won't&lt;br /&gt;Here in the dark in these final hours&lt;br /&gt;I will lay down my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll feel the power&lt;br /&gt;But you won't&lt;br /&gt;No, you won't&lt;br /&gt;Cause &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't make you love me&lt;/span&gt; if you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-112677757115249345?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112677757115249345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=112677757115249345&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/112677757115249345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/112677757115249345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-will-give-up-this-fight.html' title='I Will Give Up This Fight'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-112685551813239532</id><published>2005-09-16T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:25:18.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right One at the Wrong Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Got this article from an email forward today... Very interesting (right timing perhaps??). Let's see... What's happening?? Is this a sign? A bad sign that I wish not to know sometimes. Or do we just choose what we want to read and believe... Well, believe in whatever that makes you happy! That's how it's done!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, have a good read... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt; -&gt; -&gt; -&gt; -&gt; -&gt; -&gt; -&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;When Mr Right Comes at the W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rong Time (author unknown)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing is everything, even in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. And when you are not ready to commit, you could end up regretting it SOMETIMES, timing rather than love decides who we end up being with - or without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only some lucky people marry the loves of their lives. The rest marry the most suitable person who comes along when they are ready to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend in his 20s came to this conclusion after confiding in me that he had recently met a woman who is more attractive than his wife, and so occupies his thoughts more often than his wife does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If only I had met her before I got married,' he said wistfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think even if the love of one's life appears when one is single, one may not be in the right frame of mind to recognise him or her as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is littered with near misses and lost opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended my ex-boyfriend's wedding last month, which triggered many memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met five years ago when I was 23 and he 31. It was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had an established career, was down-to-earth and steadfastly religious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then working as an air stewardess and my head was - literally and metaphorically - in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also - well, let's put it this way - not religious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite our differences, we were soulmates. We had the same quirky sense of humour and shared long, intense overnight conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But human nature is perverse. When someone is excessively nice to us, we start taking things for granted, instead of appreciating them even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex sent me to the airport, fixed my PC, reminded me to take health supplements - and go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had everything I could want in a husband - except that I was not looking for one. A boyfriend was all I could cope with then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved fast cars, danced wildly at Zouk and took off on shopping holidays at a whim. My life revolved around I, me and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the six months that we were together, he popped the question several times and talked ad nauseam about having children. He wanted us to enroll for a Christian marriage preparation course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did often fantasize about a Vera Wang wedding gown, but I was at that stage of my life when I was more interested in Guess than Baby Guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where - dare I admit it? - I still wanted to meet other men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was a 23-year-old with the emotional maturity of a 13-year-old. = Responsibility? Wasn't that for adults?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I met Mr Right at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more he talked about marriage and religion, the more I felt pressured and the more pressured I felt, the more irritable I became.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too impatient to compromise. Every trivial matter blew up as a big deal. My mood obliterated the good in our relationship and reached a point where I just wanted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was heartbroken; I was sad but relieved. He still called me regularly, beseeching me to change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calls stopped finally after a year. Now and then, we say 'Hi' via e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few painful relationships after that. Served me right, as those rude wake-up calls were necessary for me to realise the meaninglessness of my hedonistic high life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the tenderness of my ex and began having second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I also felt more urgency to find someone marriageable before my biological clock reached zero hour. It dawned on me that I am not a pixie like Peter Pan who can flit around forever. One day, I'd wake up sick and alone when my fair weather friends flit away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was too proud and too unsure of my ex's reaction to call him until last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing he told me excitedly was that he had found The One. My heart tumbled to my feet. So, that's Fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could turn back time. If only I had met him later. If only...what feeble words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I am more circumspect. I have come to terms with my loss. There is nothing I can do about timing, but I can do everything about my choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when the nights get lonely, I toy with the idea of marrying a platonic friend of mine, who often assures me earnestly that, if the worst comes to the worst, he'd be willing to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I always dismiss that. I have already made one mistake. I should not make another by settling for second best merely for the sake of getting hitched - only to regret it soon after, as the guy who confided in me did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, the best is not over but yet to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-112685551813239532?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112685551813239532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=112685551813239532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/112685551813239532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/112685551813239532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2005/09/right-one-at-wrong-time.html' title='The Right One at the Wrong Time'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-112685503832770120</id><published>2005-09-16T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:17:18.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Malaysia/World 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was at Shangri-La for the pagent that night... My 3rd time out there... interesting, interesting... Check out the winner of Miss Malaysia/World 2005 - Miss Emmeline Ng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/9/9/nation/11997575&amp;sec=nation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/9/9/nation/11997575&amp;amp;sec=nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-112685503832770120?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112685503832770120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=112685503832770120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/112685503832770120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/112685503832770120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2005/09/miss-malaysiaworld-2005.html' title='Miss Malaysia/World 2005'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-112677742235324257</id><published>2005-09-15T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T17:43:42.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;News have it that LLBQ is attached now... WTF?!?!?!!!! I can't believe this.. don't tell me it's the MORON! How crazy can it be? How blur can someone be? How? How? How?? Just keeping my fingers crossed it's not true. Well,.. it's been almost 3 months since we last communicated. Distance sucks. Neither one of us wanting to initiate anything sucks more. So tell me people.. WHAT CAN I DO???!!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-112677742235324257?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112677742235324257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=112677742235324257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/112677742235324257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/112677742235324257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-relationship.html' title='In a Relationship'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-112564577664025680</id><published>2005-09-02T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T15:24:12.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Blogs..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I recently noticed many friends of mine has blogs too... How interesting.. Reading about their lives, issues they face with etc... Can get really exciting!!! But do people ever post their secrets when their friends knows about their blogs? Nah... it's more of what you want people to read. None of my friends know of my blog here... I like to keep it open... Open for the rest of the world to see and read but without my knowledge or people who knows me personally know. Sometimes you just want to speak your mind out and not having to answer to people's questions! And nicely ranted... Now, wtf is wrong with everyone today!!!!???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well... Anyway, quote of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Love the heart that hurts you, but never hurt the heart that loves you. - Vipin Sharma"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-112564577664025680?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112564577664025680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=112564577664025680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/112564577664025680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/112564577664025680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-blogs.html' title='Why Blogs..?'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-112487054650418641</id><published>2005-08-25T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T16:02:26.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Careful With My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please Be Careful With My Heart - Jose Mari Chan + Regine Velasquez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;R: If you love me, like you tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please be careful with my heart&lt;br /&gt;You can take it just don't break it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or my world will fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are my first romance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and I'm willing to take a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That till life is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll still be loving you&lt;br /&gt;I will be true to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a promise from you will do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;From the very start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please be careful with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;J: I love you and you know I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There'll be no one else for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Promise I'll be always true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the world and all to see&lt;br /&gt;Love has heard some lies softly spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I have had my heart badly broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been burned and I've been hurt before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I know just how you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trust my love is real for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be gentle with your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll caress it like the morning dew&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right beside you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I won't let our world fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;From the very start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be careful with your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;R: You are my first (J: And you are my last) romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;R: And I'm willing to take (J: I've learned from the past) a chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;R: That till life is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;T: I'll still be loving you&lt;br /&gt;R: I will be true (J: I will be true) to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;R: Just a promise from you (J: Only to you) will do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;R: From the very start (J: From the very start)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;R: From the very start (J: From the very start)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;R: From the very start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please be careful with...(J: I'll be careful with...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(J: your) (R:my) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;T: heart....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-112487054650418641?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112487054650418641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=112487054650418641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/112487054650418641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/112487054650418641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2005/08/careful-with-my-heart.html' title='Careful With My Heart'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-112487015128956794</id><published>2005-08-24T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T15:55:51.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Ronery... So Very Ronery..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally found the time to settle my mind and write... It's been 2 months since I last saw LLBQ. She came back to KL to sort some stuff out before moving back to start her school. Yea.. She's doing school in order to get her PRship. Why the sudden move? Well, I'm still wondering myself. Also found out that the moron moved there too. He sure is trying his best (or worst of him?!) to push his way back in. I don't care. What goes around comes around. And I truly believe in that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Neither of us has made a move yet. We spoke just before she boarded the plane. That was the last. No calls, no sms, no emails, no chats. What's going on? I dunno either but I just think it's fair she makes the move. The one month she was back here, we shared so many phone calls. Some were great and fun conversations. There's just so much that we have. Some are just arguements... It has to happen... well, things are unsettled and in some way, things are still unsettled. Well, there are so much closeness... The sparks are still strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We met once. It was a short meeting. We just casual chat cause her sister was around as well. When we walked to the car, we said our goodbyes. I could sense that she want more than that. Maybe a hug. Maybe a kiss. I felt the same too. But neither one of us were willing to make the first move. So what do we do? We looks straight into each other's eyes... the glitter, the wetness.. and just said "bye" once more... and walked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now how can it all happen again? I don't have the answer. I wished I did. I'm not going to find the way. The way will present itself cause I do believe in faith. It brought us together before. It will lead us. Whatever gain the Moron has, it's him. It would not go far. I'm sure of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For now, I got a life to live. Live on people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Movie of the Year: Team America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yea... I needed the laugh desperately!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-112487015128956794?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112487015128956794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=112487015128956794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/112487015128956794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/112487015128956794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-so-ronery-so-very-ronery_24.html' title='I&apos;m So Ronery... So Very Ronery..'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-111414121864140044</id><published>2005-04-22T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T16:17:40.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best I Ever Had...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How do I regard LLBQ? To me, she's the best I ever had. I love the way she walks, the way she moves, the way she sleeps, the way she eats, and every other way she is and especially the way she loves me. No one loves me like she does and it is really heart warming to know that. Though she's so many thousand miles away right now, I just miss her presence so much. It's only been 3 weeks since she's gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why is she the best I ever had? The amount of joy that we share is unamountable. We karaoke a lot together and absolutely love the moments we shared. We can just dance the night away and being silly with each other. We go for holidays and have the happiest and funniest moments. We make love till even the house goes on fire, we'll still be making love. The passion, the love, the care is tremendous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But why are we apart? Is it merely the lies that were created out there about us? She's confused... Really confused. I've never meet anyone that I wanted to be with so much. And she does too. But all the lies that bombard her, it made her run. I believe she ran. Coz she wanted us so much and now, it's kind of hard to have us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's all weird but I believe in fate. We met. Seperated once before. Got back in the most unbelieable and unexpected way. And now we are seperated again. Evil has its way. Definately someone doesn't want us to be together and we know so well who he is as mentioned in the earlier blogs.. but let him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now is to wait for fate to hit again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watch Before Sunset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-111414121864140044?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/111414121864140044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=111414121864140044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/111414121864140044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/111414121864140044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2005/04/best-i-ever-had.html' title='Best I Ever Had...'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-111269312929092725</id><published>2005-04-05T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T17:25:29.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Vovage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a happy day yesterday! Well LLBQ left for Australia. Not that I want her to leave... But I surprised her... She was flying from Penang to Singapore to Melbourne. I flew to Penang from KL to meet her in the departure area. Well, my flight got delayed 3 times but I eventually made it. Got there early. Sat there with the farewell gift. She walks right in,... I quickily stood up along the walk way where she'll be passing by... She looks up the noticed board to find her gate. Turns around and walks towards my direction... Looks up. Glance away. Looks again. She stops,... gave a loud shocked sound scaring the people around her... I just stood there smiling... Walks towards her. She was speachless. We huged. She can't believe her eyes. Finally she got her composure... We walked... sat down and talked... It was nice. Gave her the gift.. She puts it in her bag... still shocked... It was nice. We talked a bit. Finally it came to a time when she has to board her flight. It's sad to watch her go but I'm happy I saw her.. We left on a great note. She sms later. When she arrived at Singapore, she even called... Happy... Happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-111269312929092725?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/111269312929092725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=111269312929092725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/111269312929092725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/111269312929092725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2005/04/bon-vovage.html' title='Bon Vovage...'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-111234816440424889</id><published>2005-04-01T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T17:36:04.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne? A Place to Escape.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Melbourne. A place to escape? LLBQ said she's moving Melbourne. And she's leaving next week! What a surprise. I couldn't believed it when i heard it. Do people just make jumps just like that? Well, she claims it has always been her dream. Well, she visited Melbourne once for a month and really enjoyed herself. But being on holiday and living there permanently is 2 different things! But I guess something must be the driving force for LLBQ. I believe it's the ex. Let's call the ex Fucking Moronic Ex-Boyfriend (FMEB). FMEB has been convincing to move there. He is planning to move there too. It'll be a good way for FMEB to keep LLBQ far away from her family. LLBQ's mom disagree with him and their relationship. Also, FMEB is a hopeless bump in Malaysia. And going to Australia, he can live off whoever... possibly LLBQ. That's what I think. I'm pretty sure I'm correct too. I do know LLBQ's dream is to open a restaurant. And she always wanted to live in Melbourne....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Only time will tell if that is one's dream or not. Sometimes I feel it is a place to escape. A way to get away from it all. Can we just stay put in one place? We can unless things are not working out for us. For LLBQ, she does not like acting and being a talent anymore... I understand coz it's time consuming and gets really boring after a while. The money is just ok. And what's worst... someone she love has to deemed as a lying cheating bastard. Ya, that's me... that's what FMEB is saying or so he claims what others are saying. And with all these girls calling LLBQ about it, she's super confused. What can I say? I wish she beleived in me more than that. That's why I think the previous post does hold some ground. Sigh. I'm not gonna pursue the matter coz I didn't do anything wrong. It's quite unfair if you ask me. How can it be fair when a person gets accused of doing something he did not do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well,... Melbourne... you might just see me there one fine day. One fine day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-111234816440424889?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/111234816440424889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=111234816440424889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/111234816440424889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/111234816440424889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2005/04/melbourne-place-to-escape.html' title='Melbourne? A Place to Escape.'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-111234731906652550</id><published>2005-04-01T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T17:21:59.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True or Not True?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ryan Cabrera got the song right for my situation right now... Emailed it to LLBQ. She didn't even bother to respond. How about that!!! It's ok. As long as I like the song. Here's the lyrics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;True - Ryan Cabrera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't talk&lt;br /&gt;I won't breathe&lt;br /&gt;I won't move till you finally see&lt;br /&gt;that you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might think&lt;br /&gt;I don't look&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside in the corner of my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm attatched to you&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak&lt;br /&gt;it's true&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm afraid to know the answer&lt;br /&gt;do you want me too?&lt;br /&gt;cause my heart keeps falling faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life to cross this line&lt;br /&gt;to the only thing thats true&lt;br /&gt;so I will not hide&lt;br /&gt;it's time to try anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;all my life I've waited&lt;br /&gt;this is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know&lt;br /&gt;what you do&lt;br /&gt;everytime you walk into the room&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak&lt;br /&gt;it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm just scared to know the ending&lt;br /&gt;do you see me too?&lt;br /&gt;do you even know you met me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life to cross this line&lt;br /&gt;to the only thing thats true&lt;br /&gt;so I will not hide&lt;br /&gt;its time to try anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;all my life I've waited&lt;br /&gt;this is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when I go&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on my way to you&lt;br /&gt;the way that's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've waited all my life to cross this line&lt;br /&gt;to the only thing thats true&lt;br /&gt;so I will not hide&lt;br /&gt;its time to try anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;all my life I've waited&lt;br /&gt;this is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-111234731906652550?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/111234731906652550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=111234731906652550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/111234731906652550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/111234731906652550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2005/04/true-or-not-true.html' title='True or Not True?'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-111234648938266504</id><published>2005-04-01T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T17:12:43.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a While. Someone is Under a Spell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a while since I last blogged.... Why? There goes LLBQ. Again. That's right. I'm beginning to think there is a serious problem with LLBQ. I love the girl but the case of the ex is not exactly a good thing to have in building a relationship. She seems to trust what the ex says more than i do although it's so obvious that the ex is bullshitting. Any stable minded person can see that. Is LLBQ under a spell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that even possible? Love spell? Tell me people... Tell me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-111234648938266504?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/111234648938266504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=111234648938266504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/111234648938266504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/111234648938266504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-been-while-someone-is-under-spell.html' title='It&apos;s Been a While. Someone is Under a Spell!'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110439805715025656</id><published>2004-12-31T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T17:14:17.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As 2004 comes to a close, I've reflected on my life. So much has happened. Just so much!! Around the world and most of all myself. As previous posts would have mention, relationships was the topic of the year... So much emotional burden was involved. I'm glad come 2005, all things new will happen (thanks to LLBQ) and it's certainly looking very bright! I'm not much of a resolution person. I believe that if one has to chance, you have to chance NOW. Learnt that from my all time teacher Anthony Robbins. However, there are a few things will have to be changed and I'm doing it NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Therefore, that leaves us to a mathematical equation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Change + NOW = 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So get up, get started and make a change today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110439805715025656?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110439805715025656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110439805715025656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110439805715025656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110439805715025656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/12/2005-here-i-come.html' title='2005 Here I Come!'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110439778440169347</id><published>2004-12-30T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T17:09:44.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsu Tsu Na Na Mi Mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tsunami... The hotest topic in town today. Mainly because so many died and it affected the region so badly. What have this world turn into? People in Malaysia would have never thought we'll ever see such a thing and yet, it came, it saw and it conquered! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's take a minute and pray for those who fell victim of the tradegy and what a year 2004 is coming to an end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110439778440169347?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110439778440169347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110439778440169347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110439778440169347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110439778440169347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/12/tsu-tsu-na-na-mi-mi.html' title='Tsu Tsu Na Na Mi Mi'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110422065253018546</id><published>2004-12-28T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T15:57:32.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Want For Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas was fantastic! What did I get for Christmas...? Hrmm, let's see. One big thing. LLBQ was with me and we shoped and cooked Christmas eve dinner together... That was the best birthday present. Couldn't be better. Well, but the great beautiful LLBQ bought me a lot of things for Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's start. She bought me a photo framed with 4 of our pictures on it. She stole the picture from our photo album lying in the dining room. Lucky for her, i didn't notice it. The photo frame fitted perfectly on the bar top by my kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then another one I opened was 2005 Evian bottle. Looks sweet and it sat by the TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's more, I got 2 shirts from Kenneth Cole... One white and one blue. Looks splendid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And finally, a Tous bracelet. Absolutely gorgeous and fitted just perfectly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I gave her a sunglasses to replace the one she had and tons of love.. Yup, tons of LOVEEEEE...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110422065253018546?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110422065253018546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110422065253018546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110422065253018546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110422065253018546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='What I Want For Christmas?'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110422065252634247</id><published>2004-12-28T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T10:37:34.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='llbq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>What I Want For Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas was fantastic! What did I get for Christmas...? Hrmm, let's see. One big thing. LLBQ was with me and we shoped and cooked Christmas eve dinner together... That was the best birthday present. Couldn't be better. Well, but the great beautiful LLBQ bought me a lot of things for Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's start. She bought me a photo framed with 4 of our pictures on it. She stole the picture from our photo album lying in the dining room. Lucky for her, i didn't notice it. The photo frame fitted perfectly on the bar top by my kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then another one I opened was 2005 Evian bottle. Looks sweet and it sat by the TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What's more, I got 2 shirts from Kenneth Cole... One white and one blue. Looks splendid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And finally, a Tous bracelet. Absolutely gorgeous and fitted just perfectly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I gave her a sunglasses to replace the one she had and tons of love.. Yup, tons of LOVEEEEE...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110422065252634247?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110422065252634247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110422065252634247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110422065252634247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110422065252634247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-i-want-for-christmas_28.html' title='What I Want For Christmas?'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110385891495475665</id><published>2004-12-24T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T11:28:34.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Merry Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Touching Christmas Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the gifts I didn't manage to buy earlier. When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself: It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go... Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year.  How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it. Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse the prices, wondering if kids really play with such expensive toys. While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old pressing a doll against his chest.  He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who this doll was for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'  The old lady replied: 'You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear. Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I started to walk towards him and asked who he wanted to give this doll to.  It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her. I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there. His eyes were so sad while saying this. My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister. My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet.  I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket. Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me: I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me.  I love my mummy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister. Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy. What if we checked again, just in case if u have enough money? Ok he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I hope that I have enough. I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money. The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money then he looked at me and added: 'I asked yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me.  I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose. You know, my mummy loves white rose. A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.  I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl.  The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away. I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110385891495475665?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110385891495475665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110385891495475665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110385891495475665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110385891495475665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Merry Christmas...'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110361470083275284</id><published>2004-12-21T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T15:38:20.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Set a Man on Fire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Give a man fire, and he will be warm for a day; set a man on fire, and he will be warm for the rest of his life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110361470083275284?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110361470083275284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110361470083275284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110361470083275284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110361470083275284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/12/set-man-on-fire.html' title='Set a Man on Fire...'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110361094145015745</id><published>2004-12-21T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T14:35:41.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should Couples Life Together?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been thinking if LLBQ and I should live together... Let's see what Barbara De Angelis says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SHOULD COUPLES LIFE TOGETHER?&lt;br /&gt;In the past few decades, millions of couples of all ages have chosen to live together, either as a prelude to marriage, or in place of marriage. (NOTE:  If you have strong judgments about living together due to your religious or moral beliefs, please understand that I'm looking at this issue purely from a psychological point of view, and skip this question if you wish.) I  feel it's important to understand both the positive and negative consequences of living with someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Case For Living Together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is a part of me that feels, after having seen so many dysfunctional and incompatible relationships over the years, all couples should live together before deciding to get married.  I wonder how many unhealthy relationships would have ended if the two partners had tried being together twenty-four hours a day, and thus had come face to face with the issues they were avoiding by seeing each other only on week-ends or a few nights a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some of the benefits of living together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. You discover sides of your partner's personality you cannot know about unless you live together. There is no way you can get to know a person whom you see intermittently as well as if you lived together. It's a lot easier for someone to be on his best behavior for three hours during a date than it is for him to maintain that behavior day after day when you live under the same roof. When you live with someone, you uncover habits, attitudes and behaviors you never see otherwise. You see him in his natural habitat, his home, and thus become exposed to sides of his personality he may be hiding from you when he is outside in the world. You see him when he is tired, when he is sick, when he is angry, when he is frustrated, and when he is grumpy. Living together requires a sharing of power and control; it demands compromise and flexibility from both partners. You get exposure to the full range of his emotional reactions.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard so many nightmare stories about people marrying their partner and moving in together, only to discover things about their mate that are unacceptable. Marriage is tough enough without any unpleasant surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. You discover more about whether or not your lifestyles are truly compatible. Some men make great lovers in a romantic affair, but lousy husbands. Some women are fantastic part-time companions, but terrible full time wives. You may enjoy loving someone, but hate living with him.   The  qualities that  encourage you to fall in love with someone and have a great time seeing him may not be enough to create day to day harmony once you move in together. You may find out your partner's lifestyle doesn't fit with yours, something you'd never know about unless you shared the same living space over a long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. You discover how capable your partner is of true partnership. Living together requires a sharing of power and control; it demands compromise and flexibility from both partners since you are merging the habits and desires of two unique individuals. You may not find out how willing or capable your mate is of true partnership until you commit to living together. Only when you have to make decisions together about finances, food, household responsibilities,  acquisitions , etc. do you truly discover what kind of team player your partner is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Case Against Living Together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. You can destroy the relationship by expecting too much from it when it's still developing.  Although I personally feel living together with a mate can be a valuable experience at a certain stage of the relationship, I also feel that living together prematurely is a big mistake. I've counseled too many couples who moved in together for the wrong reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;      * To save money&lt;br /&gt;      * Because one had a nicer place&lt;br /&gt;      * So they could spend more time together&lt;br /&gt;      * Because one partner was afraid of losing the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Living together before your relationship has reached a significant level of commitment, maturity and emotional stability can actually  speed up the disintegration of the relationship. If your relationship isn't ready to handle the pressures of living together, it might fall apart under the strain that living together prematurely brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. You can become emotionally lazy. If moving in with someone feels like a goal to you, and you live together before you're ready, you risk becoming emotionally lazy in the relationship. You may avoid conflict in order to keep the peace, especially if you haven't learned to work through conflict together. You may give your partner less attention and appreciation since he or she is there all the time, or  neglect the relationship in other ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. You can avoid furthering your commitment to one another. You may have heard the saying "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?" I think it was used by many of our mothers in their attempt to convince us that boys wouldn't marry us if we had sex with them, since they were already getting what they wanted. I've heard this same argument about living together--that if a man is living with you and enjoying the benefits of domestic life, he has no reason to ask you to marry him.  I have to agree that in some cases, not all, this may be true, especially if you haven't known one another for a good length of time. Some commitment phobic men (or women) might hide behind living together in order to still experience the intimacy they crave, but also to avoid making the final commitment of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't believe the solution is to refuse to move in with someone unless you are engaged or married, unless that feels right to you. If you are considering living with someone, but want the formal structure of marriage somewhere down the road, you need to discuss all of this before you actually move in together in order to avoid any misunderstandings. You may want to come up with a time projection, nine months or a year, for instance, at which point you will  reevaluate your relationship and decide whether or not you feel ready to marry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110361094145015745?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110361094145015745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110361094145015745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110361094145015745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110361094145015745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/12/should-couples-life-together.html' title='Should Couples Life Together?'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110361047410781030</id><published>2004-12-21T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T14:27:54.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Must Go, The New Will Come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a while since I last blogged. Been so busy with all the hoo haa.... Let's just say I've good news and old news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's start with the old news. I quit. That's right... I quit from the company that I was working with the pathological liar in. Totally gave up my directorship merely for 2 reasons. You could have guessed. No more businesses with the pathological liar. Full stop. Nada. Second, it's not even my goals and it's not even making money except for the pathological liar. Not worth my effort in it if you ask me. It's been a wild and crazy 2 years and now it's the time to change. Like the saying, "if you keep doing what you always been doing, you'll keep getting what you've always been getting"... Got that from Anthony Robbins. No more for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now the good news. LLBQ is back in my life! Yes, that's right. All misunderstanding sorted out. Our life together is greater than it has ever been! The One Big Moronic Asshole (OBMA) who has been deframing me and created all the misunderstanding is still working his crap but LLBQ is much smarter than that. LLBQ has totally phased out OBMA although OBMA just wouldn't stop trying. Well, I've found out that OBMA has a psychological problem. A serious and pathological psychological problem. In other words, a real fucked up psycho!!! We shall also term OBMA as RFUP - Real Fucked Up Psycho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's talk about LLBQ. Whatever RFUP did, it certainly helped us a lot. We are communicating better than we ever were before. We are closer than ever. We are more loving than ever. It's just a great outcome. Nothing can stop us now. Stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110361047410781030?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110361047410781030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110361047410781030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110361047410781030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110361047410781030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/12/old-must-go-new-will-come.html' title='The Old Must Go, The New Will Come...'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110247914686256148</id><published>2004-12-08T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T15:16:52.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathological Liar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is Pathological...? It is defined as such: Pathological - Of, relating to, or manifesting behavior that is habitual, maladaptive, and compulsive: eg. a pathological liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathological Liar! - I know of someone exactly like that… Let's call him Pathological Liar Good Friend (PLGF). Its quite stressed to know a good friend like that as you don’t know if the truth is spoken or just lies anymore. Therefore, it leads to major confusion about everything you do with that person. Best part is, PLGF gives you not just lies but his constain bragging of his high life (which we don't know if it is true or not) and he doesn't even realize the truth within himself. Besides being a pathological liar, he also is not focus on things he does. Having many intimate partners, and many businesses which he never focuses on. Once, PLGF told us (the 3 of us are business partners) that he has a major meeting to attend to. Next thing you know, hearing from some sources that he was with one of his girlfriends in Penang having a wild time. Whenever the 2 of us partners are busy with our personal engagements, PLGF will constantly bitch about us not being focus and commited to the business. And yet he never tells us the truth about what he is doing. Lies and lies gets created on top of another lie till it builds up into heaps of LIES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me tell you a little about the PLGF's lists of girlfriends (I've met some of them except #1 - Pathological Liar?):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Recent Beauty Queen Chick (RBQC)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's quite a looker. Has tons of money from her title. However, I know her but I've never seen him with her together before. Another pathological liar's attempt? Not sure. PLGF spends about twice a week with RBQC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Russian Connection Older Chick (RCOC)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This one has been around for the longest time before GCEW below. The funny thing is that she has been with PLGF while he was married to GCEW and after PLGF's seperationg with GCEW, she just remains as regular girlfriend. Also, that has something to do with RCYC below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Russian Connection Younger Chick (RCYC)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now talking about the huge age gap. PLGF and her is 2 years apart! No kidding. RCYC is crazy about PLGF and RCYC happens to be RCOC's younger sister. Now you see the mess. RCYC was so crazy about PLGF that PLGF kindly took her in and made a disasterous mistake of consuming inmature content! The funny thing is now, PLGF-RCOC-RCYC is a trio. How's that for relationships??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Young Confused Stewardess Chick (YCSC)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now this is my favorite. I know her the best and she's an extremely nice girl but I would say, a little confused. Who would go out with a pathological liar with 6 girlfriends and a ex-wife. Anyhow, she lives downsouth due to the nature of her job. YCSC would frequently call me everytime she tries looking foor PLGF and PLGF is missing (or busy with his pathological shit).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Shah Alam Cute Chick (SACC)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This one is really, really, really cute. She even knows RBQC personally and have met YCSC, RCYC and RCOC. Can you believe it! That's the skill of a pathological liar. But she's history or almost history. Apparently SACC has saw through PLGF and PLGF has been pathologically lying about everything and everything about SACC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Tall Thin Dutch Chick (TTDC)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Met TTDC once. Apparently PLGF is going out with her but just like RBQC, I've never seen them together before eventhough I'm supposely PLGF's good friend and business partner. I hear a lot about her but I guess she moved south knowing the PLGF isn't going to be true to her. Some people do have brains... She's a lawyer btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Great Cute Ex-Wife (GCEW)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the best person of all. Know her very well and she's the best wife one could have. I would not even dwell into the story of why PLGF is not with her anymore since we don't know what sort of pathological lies he has created about what happened. Therefore it's not even worth mentioning though it does make a very good blog story. Haven't heard or seen her in a while. But it seems like she doesn't want PLGF that much. Nobody knows. Maybe I'll find out one day when I see GCEW around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, that's 6 intimate girlfriends and 1 ex-wife. All whom don't know each other exist in such positions in PLGF life. How does PLGF do it? Well, be a pathological liar. You do get far but nobody is stupid. End of the day, how far can you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110247914686256148?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110247914686256148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110247914686256148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110247914686256148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110247914686256148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/12/pathological-liar.html' title='Pathological Liar...'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110238876769645058</id><published>2004-12-07T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T11:06:07.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>679 Emails</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was away from the office for 3 days... Just a 3 day weekend and the emails racked up to 679. Now, how am I going to read everything. The best part is, SPAM. After religiously deleting every single crap SPAM emails that seems to enjoy filling up my mailbox, ahh... now 135 emails to read... That leaves me with no time to blog any further today. And yes, I'm happy... Read topic before this... LLBQ... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110238876769645058?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110238876769645058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110238876769645058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110238876769645058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110238876769645058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/12/679-emails.html' title='679 Emails'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110238797069595959</id><published>2004-12-07T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T11:07:42.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Relive of LLBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You hear that right... remember LLBQ? Life Long Beauty Queen is back! We finally spoke. Sorted out many things. It was all a misunderstanding. We both have been waiting for each other to make a move. I guess I had to. I needed to know. It turned out well. In fact, too well! All nice and danddy now. LLBQ is back in her hometown right now. We can't see each other right now but we did spend 4 hours on the phone last night and spoke about many things. She called earlier when I was busy so I returned her call later... As usual, the 1.5 hours timer on the phone cut us off. Then we spoke again till the 1.5 hours timer cut off the line again! But we wrapped it up in another hour. It was a great conversation. It would be nice to keep doing is on and on... but yes, I do have to exersize control. To grow slowly and steadily... to grow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"How Could I Know" - Trademark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I never wanted to fall again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;My heart was wounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;From where I'd been before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Then I saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was determined not to feel a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Not let it touch me or ever hurt me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Then I saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;How could I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;When I saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Every thought that I had about love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Would finally come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;How could I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You'd change my world around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's all brand new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Since I saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I noticed you from across the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;All of my fears disappeared from view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;When I saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;My hearts skipped a beat when I took that first step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I had to touch you before my next breath was through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;When I saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This song by Trademark means so much at this point of time. How true it was when I saw her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110238797069595959?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110238797069595959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110238797069595959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110238797069595959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110238797069595959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/12/relive-of-llbq.html' title='The Relive of LLBQ'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110206779533379146</id><published>2004-12-03T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T17:58:52.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes,... NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was reading what Kimble said... Very well expressed of what I think others have been saying about me to Life Long Beauty Queen which got her confused about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I made a few mistakes in the past. I am only human and still young. Learning &amp;amp; evolving every day. But if you are famous and "different" every mistake is just another witch hunt. I learned to live with it and it only made me stronger. My answer to any kind of bad mouthing is my continuous success. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous aren't ya? Jealous that LLBQ is so in love with me? Jealous that LLBQ has found the love of her life? Well, jealousy only makes you bitch more like a whaling cow... Keep whining people. For I know what I've done and so did 99.999% if the people out there who knows me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think LLBQ is gonna believe you for long, we shall see. You who is having a kick on deframing me (you know exactly which 2 of you are)... I would like to wish you extreme hell in your life. Keep it up and you shall see the wraft of your own doing. Die die die!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110206779533379146?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110206779533379146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110206779533379146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110206779533379146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110206779533379146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/12/mistakes-not.html' title='Mistakes,... NOT!'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110206393679629470</id><published>2004-12-03T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T16:52:16.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Miss Life Long Beauty Queen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been 3 weeks since I last spoke/messaged Life Long Beauty Queen. Neither did she respond with any calls/messages. How do I feel about it? Well, I do miss LLBQ quite a fair bit. In fact, I do miss the times that I spend and the future we were planning for each other. But I had to hold my horses. We love many things in life but not necessary get everything that we love. I discernly suspect that LLBQ do have someone to catch her attention at the moment. For all the partnership we shared, no one will just keep quite after 3 weeks. Chances are she could be giving the same treatment. But we are talking about a woman here!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;An excerpt from David De Angelo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"There's something about walking away from a woman, not calling her, etc. that triggers some sort of mechanism that causes women to call at the most unlikely times. My experience is that there's some kind of 2-4 week timer in a woman's head that goes off if she doesn't hear from you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now we are talking. I shall see after 1 month what I should do with LLBQ. I'm sure LLBQ would definately would initiate contact again. But for now, I shall wait and see... I shall wait and see... I shall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110206393679629470?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110206393679629470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110206393679629470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110206393679629470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110206393679629470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/12/do-i-miss-life-long-beauty-queen.html' title='Do I Miss Life Long Beauty Queen?'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110206306157213205</id><published>2004-12-03T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T16:37:41.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teach Me How to Fish a Lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I stumble upon this quote again that I saw a while ago before... It's so true. This quote tells us one very important thing. That's exactly we have to keep learning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How true is that?!! It applies to everything we do! Now, since this month is the month of relationships, I shall look at it in the relationship point of view. If every time your relationship hits the dumps, you seek help from someone and all someone do was to teach you how to do it, you'll only be able to handle it once. What happens when the next time your relationship hits the brick wall again? If you learn how to handle relationships, whenever the cracks open up in your relationships, you'll know how to mend it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've some great friends who are extremely educated in regards to relationships and life. I constantly seek their help in understand and knowing what to do. However, I cannot rely on the fishes they are going to give me,... I need to build my own fishing technique. Therefore, I go out and seek knowledge. I ask every successful people about their relationships. I read books on relationships to build my understand. When I've reach the point of well educated, I shall publish my knowledge for the world to read on this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110206306157213205?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110206306157213205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110206306157213205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110206306157213205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110206306157213205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/12/teach-me-how-to-fish-lifetime.html' title='Teach Me How to Fish a Lifetime'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110177213570168140</id><published>2004-11-30T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T16:27:57.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Relationship: Email to Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just read about how I could email to a blog... And I'm trying this out to see if this works. A new relationship with my Blog is formed...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110177213570168140?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110177213570168140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110177213570168140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110177213570168140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110177213570168140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-relationship-email-to-blog.html' title='A New Relationship: Email to Blog'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110172229431016182</id><published>2004-11-29T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T17:58:14.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry Me Out in Your Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To my married and unmarried friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the scene of ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew came into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew said, “You are the kind of man who best draws girl’s eyeballs.” Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife said, “Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.” Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn’t help doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved Dew’s hands aside and said, “You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I’ve got something to do in the company.” Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew’s body. This was the means of my entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn’t imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Dew said to me, “He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together.” I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I’ve got something to tell you, I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? “I’m serious.” I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month s time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t want him to see our marriage was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, “He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?” This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, “I remember.” “You carried me in your arms,” she continued, so, “I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. “No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce,” she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, “daddy is holding mummy in his arms.” His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, “Let us start from today, don’t tell our son.” I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, she whispered to me, “The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vaguer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t tell Dew about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, “It seems not difficult to carry you now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, “All my dresses have grown fatter.” I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment. “Dad, it’s time to carry mum out.” He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, “Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held her tightly and said, “Both you and I didn’t notice that our life was lack of such intimacy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, “Sorry, Dew, I won t divorce. I’m serious.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. “You got no fever.” She said. I moved her hand off my head. “Sorry, Dew,” I said, “I can only say sorry to you, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of life, not because we didn’t love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst out crying. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, “I’ll carry you out every morning until we are old.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110172229431016182?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110172229431016182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110172229431016182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110172229431016182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110172229431016182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/11/carry-me-out-in-your-arms.html' title='Carry Me Out in Your Arms'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110171818906990391</id><published>2004-11-29T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T19:07:22.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Yourself Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The goal is to get myself back... Reading the post on "How Can I Get My Partner Back?" I guess I would need to start with realigning my life. First action is to refocus. There are a few things that are important in my life. For example, focus on my career. I got a job and a few businesses on the side. How can I focus on it? Need to find new love in my career path. Either make a change or stay the same. If I keep doing what I always been doing, I'll keep getting what I always have been getting. And is that what I want? Hell no! So let's just say I'm sticking with the job for now. Bonus around the corner... :) As for the businesses, need to reposition myself. Looking into investing as well. Either real estate or commodities. But action will be taken soon. That's a matter on when. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do people focus on just career when hardest hit? That's my first thought too. Do we just want to hide? Human find things to keep them busy but we do not solve anything at the end of the day. We need to do things of our passion. What's my passion, I asked a couple of days ago? Well, I do know that the person I love is the biggest motivation and cheer factor for me. That's my passion. How do I align my passion to what I do in life? I can't be spending day in day out with the person I love. That's suffocated, ladies and gentlemen. Therefore, money came to mind. Money isn't my passion but it does provide me with the ability to do the things I'm passionate about eg. going places and having heaps of passionate activities with my loved one. Therefore, the focus is on money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, would need to build a business where my loved one and I can participate in together. That would bring value and economics to the relationship. Though my potential life partner is not with me now, I need to GET MYSELF BACK! So whether Life Long Beauty Queen comes back or not, OR someone new comes along, I'll be ready. Ready to take on the world together... Yup! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110171818906990391?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110171818906990391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110171818906990391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110171818906990391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110171818906990391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/11/get-yourself-back.html' title='Get Yourself Back'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110171117646353806</id><published>2004-11-29T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T19:01:21.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship is the Topic of Quarter 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why relationships? Simple. We are involved in it all the time. Unless you live all by yourself... Even that, you have a relationship with the environment around you. But something, somehow, I got this feeling for a long term life partner relationship. It must has been my recent relationship with this girl. Let's call her "Life Long Beauty Queen" or LLBQ. Well, LLBQ has shown me how a relationship should be. LLBQ lived with me, took care of me. LLBQ loved me so much, I even felt a slight suffocation but I was so in love with LLBQ as well that it didn't matter. What turn out of it is that we great so much into each other in such a short period of time. Since we lived together, I had a taste of how a life long partnership would feel like. Is this marriage syndrome? I don't know. Maybe it is. However, we are not together now. It's a seperation. Yup. Other issues fell into place. That's another story all together. Will not dwell into it as of now coz a lot of things is still not perfect closed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that leads me to what consist of a relationship? Tell me. I would like to know too. I've been doing a lot of reading on relationships etc... Thanks to John Gray, I've picked up a few good thoughts and will continue to build on them and grow. Will blog it here once I have a great material to share. But I do recomend, "What Your Mother Couldn't Tell You and Your Father Didn't Know"... It's a great read aside from the all popular "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus". In fact, I find the Mars Venus book more general and a good start. The Mother Father book would be something more illustrative and adaptable to my current situation - which is recently single after having the known most perfect relationship that I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Does anyone have any great comments to share on relationships? It's the topic of the quarter and I'll be posting more on it as I go along this search of understand women, relationships and life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110171117646353806?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110171117646353806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110171117646353806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110171117646353806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110171117646353806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/11/relationship-is-topic-of-quarter-2004.html' title='Relationship is the Topic of Quarter 2004'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110170200112695369</id><published>2004-11-29T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T12:20:01.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can I Get My Partner Back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I stumble upon this from Barbara De Angelis' website Q&amp;A section... And it sure does make a lot of sense. Most people just whine and view it their own way... Me, I choose to read and learn, apart from the experiences I get...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Q: My girlfriend broke up with me a few months ago because she said she wanted to date other people and needed some space. I still love her very much. How can I get her back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A: You can’t. Your former girlfriend obviously doesn’t want to be with you right now. She’s not interested. She’s made that very clear. So as much as it hurts, and I know it does, you have to let go. You say you love her very much. Fine--then support her quest for happiness, even though it doesn’t involve you, and honor her wishes to not be with you. As difficult as this sounds, what are your true alternatives? There are none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let’s talk about you for a moment. You’re in love with someone who has rejected you, and are having a hard time getting over her. It’s no accident that you’re in this situation, and I’ll bet it isn’t the first time you’ve loved someone more than she has loved you. Please use this time alone to do some serious emotional work on yourself. You’re acting out a painful pattern, and even though you believe your troubles would be over if only your girlfriend would come back, that’s not the answer. You need to heal that insecure little boy inside you that doesn’t believe he’s lovable, and thinks he has to work really hard to get someone to care about him. Don’t make your goal getting her back--make it getting yourself back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110170200112695369?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110170200112695369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110170200112695369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110170200112695369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110170200112695369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/11/how-can-i-get-my-partner-back.html' title='How Can I Get My Partner Back?'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9370671.post-110170088150674848</id><published>2004-11-29T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T18:04:15.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lepaker's Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The lepaker has finally decided to make his mark in the blog world... A new greater life begins. The path has been set. The lepaker will shine... Let the &lt;strong&gt;Lepaker's Destiny&lt;/strong&gt; begin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9370671-110170088150674848?l=lepaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/feeds/110170088150674848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9370671&amp;postID=110170088150674848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110170088150674848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9370671/posts/default/110170088150674848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lepaker.blogspot.com/2004/11/lepakers-destiny.html' title='Lepaker&apos;s Destiny'/><author><name>Stevo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HzlD11QDOlo/SFYnyO23_WI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RwbnOLBy3tI/S220/dropitlikeitshot.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
