<?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-8378682755627268244</id><updated>2012-02-01T07:30:16.093+02:00</updated><title type='text'>da misadbentyur op eLycoypalaboy</title><subtitle type='html'>there's no such thing as destiny there are only different choices. some choices are easy some hard those are the really important ones the ones that define as people. maybe its not the happiest of endings but it's the right one.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-6174608889104803250</id><published>2007-08-21T22:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:32:07.771+03:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Best Answering Machine Messages</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;10. My wife and I can't come to the phone right now, but if you'll leave your name and number, we'll get back to you as soon as we're finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hello, you are talking to a machine. I am capable of receiving messages. My owners do not need siding, windows or a tub, and their carpets are clean. They give to charity at the office and don't need their picture taken. If you're still with me, leave your name and home phone number and they will get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. This is not an answering machine - this is a telepathic thought-recording device. After the tone, think about your name, your number, and your reason for calling.... and I'll think about returning your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hi! John's answering machine is broken. This is his refrigerator. Please speak very slowly, and I'll stick your message to myself with one of these magnets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Hi. This is John: If you are the phone company, I already sent the money. If you are my parents, please send money. If you are my bank, you didn't lend me enough money. If you are my friends, you owe me money. If you are a female, don't worry, I have LOTS of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A is for academics, B is for beer. One of those reasons is why we're not here. So, leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hello! If you leave a message, I'll call you soon. If you leave a "sexy" message, I'll call sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hi. Now YOU say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hi. I'm probably home, I'm just avoiding someone I don't like. Leave me a message, and if I don't call back, it's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Number 1 Actual Answering Machine Message Recorded and Verified by The World Famous International Institute of Answering Machine Messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hello, you've reached Jim and Sonya. We can't pick up the phone right now, because we're doing something we really enjoy. Sonya likes doing it up and down, and I like doing it left to right... real slowly...............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So leave a message, and when we're done brushing our teeth, we'll call you back.&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/8378682755627268244-6174608889104803250?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6174608889104803250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=6174608889104803250' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/6174608889104803250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/6174608889104803250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/10-best-answering-machine-messages.html' title='10 Best Answering Machine Messages'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-4979261110873029446</id><published>2007-08-21T22:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:30:14.604+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Salty Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, “Please, let me go home…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suddenly he asked the waiter, “Would you please give me some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee.” Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, “Why you have this hobby?” He replied, “When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there.” While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home… Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life… And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that’s the way he liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said, “My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life’s lie. This was the only lie I said to you — the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything… Now I’m dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don’t like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste… But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her tears made the letter totally wet. One day, someone asked her, “What’s the taste of salty coffee?” She replied, “It’s sweet.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is not to forget but to forgive, not to see but understand, not to hear but to listen, not to let go but HOLD ON…&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/8378682755627268244-4979261110873029446?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4979261110873029446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=4979261110873029446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/4979261110873029446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/4979261110873029446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/salty-coffee.html' title='The Salty Coffee'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-7342803308587281017</id><published>2007-08-18T12:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T12:06:43.918+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Slip of The Tongue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;by Adriel Luis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My glares burn through her.&lt;br /&gt;And I’m sure that such actions aren’t foreign to her&lt;br /&gt;because the essence of her beauty is, well, the essence of beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And in the presence of this higher being,&lt;br /&gt;the weakness of my masculinity kicks in,&lt;br /&gt;causing me to personify my wannabe big-baller, shot-caller,&lt;br /&gt;God’s gift to the female species with shiny suit wrapping rapping like,&lt;br /&gt;“Yo, what’s crackin shorty how you livin’ what’s your sign what’s your size I dig your style, yo.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, this girl was no fool.&lt;br /&gt;She gives me a dirty look with the quickness like,&lt;br /&gt;“Boy, you must be stupid.”&lt;br /&gt;so I’m looking at myself,&lt;br /&gt;“Boy, you must be stupid.”&lt;br /&gt;But looking upon her I am kinda feelin’ her style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I try again.&lt;br /&gt;But, instead of addressing her properly,&lt;br /&gt;I blurt out one of my fake-ass playalistic lines like,&lt;br /&gt;“Gurl, you must be a traffic ticket cuz you got fine written all over you.”&lt;br /&gt;Now, she’s trying to leave and I’m trying to keep her here.&lt;br /&gt;So at a final attempt, I utter,&lt;br /&gt;“Gurl, what is your ethnic makeup?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At this point, her glare was scorching through me,&lt;br /&gt;and somehow she manages to make her brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;resemble some kinda brown fire or something,&lt;br /&gt;but there’s no snap or head moement,&lt;br /&gt;no palm to face, click of tongue, middle finger,&lt;br /&gt;roll of eyes, twist of lips, or girl power chant.&lt;br /&gt;She just glares through me with these burning eyes&lt;br /&gt;and her gaze grabs you by the throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She says, “Ethnic makeup?”&lt;br /&gt;She says, “First of all, makeup’s just an anglicized, colonized, commodified utility&lt;br /&gt;that my sisters have been programmed to consume,&lt;br /&gt;forcing them to cover up their natural state&lt;br /&gt;in order to imitate what another sister looks like in her natural state&lt;br /&gt;because people keep telling her&lt;br /&gt;that the other sister’s natural state is more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;than the first sister’s natural state.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time,&lt;br /&gt;the other sister isn’t even in her natural state,&lt;br /&gt;because she’s trying to imitate yet another sister,&lt;br /&gt;so in actuality, the natural state that the first sister’s trying to imitate&lt;br /&gt;wasn’t even natural in the first place.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I’m thinking, “Damn, this girl’s kicking knowledge!”&lt;br /&gt;But, meanwhile, she keeps spitting on it like&lt;br /&gt;“Fine. I’ll tell you bout my ‘ethnic makeup.’&lt;br /&gt;I wear foundation,&lt;br /&gt;not that powdery shit,&lt;br /&gt;I wear the foundation laid by my indigenous people.&lt;br /&gt;It’s that foundation that makes it so that past being globalized,&lt;br /&gt;I can still vocalize with confidence that i know where my roots are.&lt;br /&gt;I wear this foundation not upon my face, but within my soul,&lt;br /&gt;and I take this from my ancestors&lt;br /&gt;because I’ll be damned if I’d ever let an American or European corporation&lt;br /&gt;tell me what my foundation&lt;br /&gt;should look like.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wear lipstick,&lt;br /&gt;for my lips stick to the ears of men,&lt;br /&gt;so they can experience in surround sound my screams of agony&lt;br /&gt;with each lash of rulers, measuring tape, and scales,&lt;br /&gt;as if my waistline and weight are inversely propotional to my value as a human being.&lt;br /&gt;See my lips, they stick, but not together.&lt;br /&gt;Rather, they flail open with flames to burn down this culture that once kept them shut.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I mess with eye shadow,&lt;br /&gt;but my eyes shadow over this time where you’ve gone at ends to keep me blind.&lt;br /&gt;But you can’t cover my eyes, look into them.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes foreshadow change.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes foreshadow light.&lt;br /&gt;and I’m not into hair dyeing.&lt;br /&gt;but I’m here, dying, because this oppression won’t get out of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I have these highlights.&lt;br /&gt;They are highlights of my past atrocities,&lt;br /&gt;they form this oppression I can’t wash off.&lt;br /&gt;It tangles around my mind and twists and braids me in layers,&lt;br /&gt;this oppression manifests,&lt;br /&gt;it’s stressing me so that even though I don’t color my hair,&lt;br /&gt;in a couple of years it’ll look like I dyed it gray.&lt;br /&gt;So what’s my ethnic makeup ?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have any.&lt;br /&gt;Because your ethnicity isn’t something you can just make up.&lt;br /&gt;And as for that crap my sisters paint on their faces, that’s not makeup, it’s make-believe.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can’t seem to look up at her.&lt;br /&gt;and I’m sure that such actions aren’t foreign to her&lt;br /&gt;because the expression on her face&lt;br /&gt;shows that she knows that my mind is in a trance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As her footsteps fade, my ego is left in crutches.&lt;br /&gt;And rejection never sounded so sweet.&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/8378682755627268244-7342803308587281017?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7342803308587281017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=7342803308587281017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/7342803308587281017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/7342803308587281017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/slip-of-tongue.html' title='Slip of The Tongue'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-2399749492431556785</id><published>2007-07-29T15:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T15:43:26.159+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Stand By You - Ate Libay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.tinypic.com/player.swf?file=4pluvjp" height="380" width="440"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwaw...&lt;br /&gt;hanlamig ng boses parang stork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8378682755627268244-2399749492431556785?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2399749492431556785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=2399749492431556785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/2399749492431556785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/2399749492431556785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/ill-stand-by-you-ate-libay.html' title='I&apos;ll Stand By You - Ate Libay'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-3008537611119857022</id><published>2007-07-25T11:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T11:52:04.411+03:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Tips to Avoid Phishing Scams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="quizInfo"&gt;    &lt;p class="intro"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whenever you're about to interact with a financial Web site or a site that asks for personal information, use the following tips to steer clear of phishers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Always type the address of the site you want to visit directly into your browser. Phishing e-mails use addresses that look legitimate but send you to the fake site when you click.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you visit the site, be alert to spelling and grammatical errors, bad formatting and spacing and strange or inconsistent use of company logos. Phishing sites often make these kinds of mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't be fooled by the presence of genuine links and telephone numbers. Fake sites often include some accurate information to help trick people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Security certificates (the lock icon representing "SSL") can be spoofed. If something doesn't feel right about the site, don't let your guard down just because you see the certificate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be especially suspicious of e-mail containing urgent warnings about account problems. These are designed to panic people and make them ignore their common sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't assume that an e-mail is legitimate even if the sender's name appears to be the name of a legitimate institution. The "From" field in an e-mail can be faked to look legitimate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scammers use the address or URL to trick you by hiding their true nature at the end of a long address (e.g. http://login.realfinancialinstutionname.actualphishingsite.com). When in doubt, call the institution for assistance before providing any personal information online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be cautious about using your main e-mail address to sign up for Web offers. Some sites allow addresses to be picked up by phishing gangs. McAfee's free SiteAdvisor tool warns you about sites that resulted in unwanted e-mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Use a stand-alone spam filter or a security suite with a built-in spam filter from a well-known vendor like McAfee to reduce the number of phishing e-mails that make it to your inbox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Use a browser with built-in phishing protection like Internet Explorer 7 or Firefox 2, and add additional anti-phishing by using the free McAfee SiteAdvisor plug-in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378682755627268244-3008537611119857022?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3008537611119857022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=3008537611119857022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/3008537611119857022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/3008537611119857022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/10-tips-to-avoid-phishing-scams.html' title='10 Tips to Avoid Phishing Scams'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-537317451994529716</id><published>2007-07-25T01:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T01:58:58.324+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Ask a Girl Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Ashtyn Evans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howtodothings.com/p3656-ashtyn-evans.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the toughest things a man can do is attempt to get a date. Many men struggle with this from the moment they enter puberty up until they are married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; If you are a man that has been in the dating arena unsuccessfully for a while, then you may be thinking women are not interested in you because of your social status, insecurities, or looks. The truth is that it does not always matter what you have. It matters who you are and how you portray yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; With the right technique, any man can pick up nearly any girl he wants. All you need to do is believe in yourself enough to follow these simple steps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Always leave home well-groomed&lt;/b&gt;. While, you do not have to be the best-looking man on the block, it does help if you look like you care about your appearance.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wear nice, clean clothes and cologne when you go out. Remember that while you are single right now, first impressions mean everything. Dress to impress her, whoever she may be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; If you have been wearing the same pants since 1982, buy some new ones! You want to show her that you are ready for any situation the moment it arises, even if it is just asking her out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You might be asking yourself if you are just running to the grocery store why you need to wear your best clothes. The answer is simple. You never know when you are going to meet a girl you might be interested in dating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; If you find her in the ten items or less line, and you are holding a 12-pack of beer, some corn nuts, and you have on your patented "plumber" sweatpants, how interested do you think she is going to be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Think about what you are going to say before you say it&lt;/b&gt;. No matter what female you approach, you will find there will be one universal truth about them all. All women like to be complimented. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flattery will get you much further than cynical and rude behavior. You might think girls like bad boys and this may be true. However, if a girl likes a bad boy, that bad boy is still nice to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Have a general idea of what you want to say. If you know the girl well, comment on something you know she likes to do or likes about herself and go from there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; If you do not know the girl and you want to get to know her, try making a joke or asking her for help when you are making a decision. For instance, if you are in a grocery store, ask for help in picking out a certain brand or a type of produce. Women love to rescue that adorably helpless man in an everyday situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Use things like this to your advantage. No matter what, remember that what you say initially will help to make or break your chances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Never be afraid to ask for what you want&lt;/b&gt;. If you want to ask a girl out but you do not feel you know her well enough, test the waters and ask for her phone number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; If she likes your approach, she will give you hers or ask for yours. If she gives you her number, call her. You can almost guarantee if this happens that it will be possible to get a date with her. However, use the phone number to your advantage at least once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; When you call to ask her out be polite and funny. Be charming! Try to have an idea of what you want to say when she picks up the phone. Being prepared will help make the presentation better and her decision to go on a date with you much easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have a Plan of Action&lt;/b&gt;. If you know the girl, it is best to plan the first date around her interests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If she is a chef, you might offer to take her out for a gourmet meal that she does not have to cook! If she likes the outdoors, you might suggest a picnic on the beach. Whatever you plan does not really matter as long as you have her interests in mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You might want to test the waters by asking her what her dream date would be like. If you can make her dream date happen, consider asking her if she would like to go on that date with you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course, you could always surprise her with the date of a lifetime. By doing so, you are sure to give her one date she will never forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Only make promises you can keep&lt;/b&gt;. The most important thing is that you fulfill any promises you make. Be yourself and have a good time with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Women like men who are comfortable with themselves. Just be honest and up-front and you will see how easy asking her out can be. In fact, if you continue this trend, you may even get more than one date out of the deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Asking women out is a breeze when following these tips. In fact, women are usually just as nervous in these moments as men are. Go easy, be honest, and have fun and she is sure to return the favor tenfold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/8378682755627268244-537317451994529716?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/537317451994529716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=537317451994529716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/537317451994529716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/537317451994529716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-to-ask-girl-out.html' title='How To Ask a Girl Out'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-2181450477486480023</id><published>2007-07-24T11:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:16:01.611+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Throw a Divorce Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While a divorce is often an event that is filled with a lot of hurt and remorse, the fact is that some people experience a great deal of relief that a bad situation is now behind them. In cases like this, the only logical thing to do is throw a divorce party. Here are a few things to think about should the need arise to pull together a divorce party for yourself or a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The great thing about a divorce party is there are not a lot of traditions that one has to observe&lt;/strong&gt;. You can make the party into anything that you want it to be. For example, you can have a beautiful seven-course sit-down affair followed with drinks and a piano in the background. Or you may want to go with balloons, confetti, a buffet loaded with foods that taste great and are bad for you, accompanied with the loudest and most lively music you can find. It's your party and it can have any tone you want it to have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When it comes to the invitations, be creative&lt;/strong&gt;. You may want to go with something along the lines of, "You are invited to celebrate the renewed freedom of Mr. John Smith this coming Saturday evening at 6 p.m. Bring your appetite and plenty of well wishes." If the divorce was messy, you may want to get in some last little digs with something like, "You are invited to my Hawaiian-style divorce celebration this coming Friday evening at 7 p.m. While we will be having roast pig, it will not be my ex on the spit." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make sure your guests know the tone is to be festive and lots of fun&lt;/strong&gt;. That means no pity party, just lots of laughs as you launch yourself into this new phase of your life. Tell them that while you won't be too upset if someone brings along a dartboard made with a picture of your ex, you do want to keep the focus on the future, not the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As to whom you invite, make sure it is people who mean a lot to you&lt;/strong&gt;. This will mean relatives, friends, coworkers, and neighbors, just about everyone who has stood by you during the difficult times. They will be part of your support network as you move forward, so use this party as a way to let them know they are appreciated and that their efforts are paying off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For you personally, see the divorce party as one way of putting closure on the marriage that is no more&lt;/strong&gt;. Use the party to remind yourself that you were a whole person before you ever got married, and you are a whole person now. The divorce party is the start of your new life and is to be a time filled with a lot of laughs and well wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above all, make your divorce party into what you want it to be, and you will find that the morning after, you will have a lot of great memories to propel you into your future. After all, that is what a party is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/8378682755627268244-2181450477486480023?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2181450477486480023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=2181450477486480023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/2181450477486480023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/2181450477486480023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-to-throw-divorce-party.html' title='How To Throw a Divorce Party'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-263054526943420102</id><published>2007-07-22T08:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T08:27:19.870+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Who You Are Makes A Difference!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="text_BlkVerd2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_RedVerd2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="text_BlkVerd2"&gt;                by Helice Bridges&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="text_BlkGeorg2"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_BlkVerd2NB"&gt;A                teacher in New York decided to honor each of her seniors in high                school by telling them the difference they each made. Using a process                developed by Helice Bridges of Del Mar, California, she called each                student to the front of the class, one at a time. First she told                them how the student made a difference to her and the class. Then                she presented each of them with a blue ribbon imprinted with gold                letters which read, "Who I Am Makes a Difference."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="text_BlkVerd2NB" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Afterwards                the teacher decided to do a class project to see what kind of impact                recognition would have on a community. She gave each of the students                three I more ribbons and instructed them to go out and spread this                acknowledgment ceremony. Then they were to follow up on the results,                see who honored whom and report back to the class in about a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="text_BlkVerd2NB" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One                of the boys in the class went to a junior executive in a nearby                company and honored him for helping him with his career planning.                He gave him a blue ribbon and put it on his shirt. Then he gave                him two extra ribbons, and said, "We're doing a class project                on recognition, and we'd like you to go out, find somebody to honor,                give them a blue ribbon, then give them the extra blue ribbon so                they can acknowledge a third person to keep this acknowledgment                ceremony going. Then please report back to me and tell me what happened."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="text_BlkVerd2NB" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Later                that day the junior executive went in to see his boss, who had been                noted, by the way, as being kind of a grouchy fellow. He sat his                boss down and he told him that he deeply admired him for being a                creative genius. The boss seemed very surprised. The junior executive                asked him if he would accept the gift of the blue ribbon and would                he give him permission to put it on him. His surprised boss said,                "Well, sure."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="text_BlkVerd2NB" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The                junior executive took the blue ribbon and placed it right on his                boss's jacket above his heart. As he gave him the last extra ribbon,                he said, "Would you do me a favor? Would you take this extra                ribbon and pass it on by honoring somebody else? The young boy who                first gave me the ribbons is doing a project in school and we want                to keep this recognition ceremony going and find out how it affects                people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="text_BlkVerd2NB" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That                night the boss came home to his 14-year-old son and sat him down.                He said, "The most incredible thing happened to me today. I                was in my office and one of the junior executives came in and told                me he admired me and gave me a blue ribbon for being a creative                genius. Imagine. He thinks I'm a creative genius. Then he put this                blue ribbon that says 'Who I Am Makes A Difference' on my jacket                above my heart. He gave me an extra ribbon and asked me to find                somebody else to honor. As I was driving home tonight, I started                thinking about whom I would honor with this ribbon and I thought                about you. I want to honor you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="text_BlkVerd2NB" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"My                Days are really hectic and when I come home I don't pay a lot of                attention to you. Sometimes I scream at you for not getting good                enough grades in school and for your bedroom being a mess, but somehow                tonight, I just wanted to sit here and well, just let you know that                you do make a difference to me. Besides your mother, you are the                most important person in my life. You're a great kid and I love                you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="text_BlkVerd2NB" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The                startled boy started to sob and sob, and he couldn't stop crying.                His whole body shook. He looked up at his father and said through                his tears, "I was planning on committing suicide tomorrow,                Dad, because I didn't think you loved me. Now I don't need to."&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/8378682755627268244-263054526943420102?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/263054526943420102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=263054526943420102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/263054526943420102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/263054526943420102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/who-you-are-makes-difference.html' title='Who You Are Makes A Difference!'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-3365188114803342793</id><published>2007-07-21T10:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T10:48:14.677+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hippo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 13px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/mk0luVUWtVQ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 13px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/mk0luVUWtVQ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 13px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/mk0luVUWtVQ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 13px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/mk0luVUWtVQ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mk0luVUWtVQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mk0luVUWtVQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xLmJV9MemFc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xLmJV9MemFc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these videos really cracks me up. mwehehehe... damn! i love Happy Hippo!!&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/8378682755627268244-3365188114803342793?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3365188114803342793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=3365188114803342793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/3365188114803342793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/3365188114803342793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/funny-hippo.html' title='Happy Hippo'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-823828805240841751</id><published>2007-07-16T23:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:38:27.836+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobia Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ablutophobia-&lt;/span&gt; Fear of washing or bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acarophobia-&lt;/span&gt; Fear of itching or of the insects that cause itching.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Achluophobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acousticophobia-&lt;/span&gt; Fear of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acrophobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aeroacrophobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of  open high places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agliophobia-&lt;/span&gt; Fear of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agoraphobia-&lt;/span&gt; Fear of open spaces or of being in crowded, public places like markets. Fear of leaving a safe place.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agraphobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of sexual abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agyrophobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of streets or crossing the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aichmophobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of needles or pointed objects.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Algophobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Altophobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of heights.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angrophobia-&lt;/span&gt; Fear of anger or of becoming angry.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anuptaphobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of staying single.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arachnephobia or Arachnophobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of spiders.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arithmophobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Androphobia or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arrhenphobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arsonphobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of fire.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Athazagoraphobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of being forgotton or ignored or forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atychiphobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of failure.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Autophobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of being alone or of oneself.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Batrachophobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of amphibians, such as frogs, newts, salamanders, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belonephobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of pins and needles. (Aichmophobia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bibliophobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cacophobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of ugliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caligynephobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of beautiful women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caligynephobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of beautiful women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chrometophobia or Chrematophobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cleithrophobia or Cleisiophobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of being locked in an enclosed place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cleptophobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of stealing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coulrophobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of clowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:new gothic nt;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cyberphobia-&lt;/span&gt; Fear of computers or working on a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cynophobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of dogs or rabies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cypridophobia or Cypriphobia or Cyprianophobia or Cyprinophobia- &lt;/span&gt;Fear of prostitutes or venereal disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &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/8378682755627268244-823828805240841751?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/823828805240841751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=823828805240841751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/823828805240841751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/823828805240841751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/phobia-part-1.html' title='Phobia Part 1'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-892102271088242367</id><published>2007-07-16T16:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T16:55:58.134+03:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Signs that Your Wife is Cheating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you read on about the 5 signs of a cheating wife listed below, you must keep in mind that observing these signs in your spouse does not guarantee that your wife is unfaithful. On the other hand, not noticing these signs does not mean that your wife is truly faithful as well. If you are suddenly becoming more aware of these signs in your wife, investigate further before you accuse her of anything. Accusing her straight on may very well cause even more strain in a rocky relationship. When you have got enough information to talk to your wife about cheating straight on, go ahead and do it. But for now, read on with an open mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. Suddenly becoming more aware of her appearance and what she is wearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If you normally see your wife around the house in a bathrobe with her hair in a scrunchie, it is definitely suspicious to see her walking around in a dress with matching pumps all of the sudden. Her becoming more conscious of her appearance can mean that there is someone she is becoming more conscious for. And if she’s not displaying herself for you, then she must be getting all gorgeous for someone. If she’s even taking the time to take her hair out of that scrunchie and use a curling iron for some soft, romantic waves—start asking some questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  2. Sudden changes in schedule (either working late or extra weekends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If your wife has a new work schedule that may involve some set overtime, it wouldn’t hurt to ask about her new workload. Finding out more about her new workload is a very caring and concerned thing to do, even without thinking about the possibility of her cheating. If she finds difficulty answering about the details, you may have to be a bit worried about what exactly she may be working late for. Go ahead and ask, either way, it’s something a caring husband who provides proper attention for his wife would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  3. Catching her lying or making up excuses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If you notice that your wife is ‘forgetting’ to wear her wedding ring or leaving it at home more than often, you may definitely be a bit curious. Once you catch her caught in a lie of her own, it may be likely that she could be unfaithful also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  4. Negative change in your sex life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If the passion in your marriage seems to be hanging on a thread, there may be a chance that your wife is having her sexual needs met elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  5. Different numbers on the telephone bills or strange charges on credit card statements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If there are strange phone calls at home, where she may simply hang-up all of a sudden, or tell you that it was a wrong number afterward, these may be signs of a cheating spouse. Credit card charges which don’t seem to match up are also clear clues of cheating. g herself for you, then she must be getting all gorgeous for someone. If she’s even taking the time to take her hair out of that scrunchie and use a curling iron for some soft, romantic waves—start asking some questions!&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/8378682755627268244-892102271088242367?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/892102271088242367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=892102271088242367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/892102271088242367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/892102271088242367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/5-signs-that-your-wife-is-cheating.html' title='5 Signs that Your Wife is Cheating!'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-2907759395175162378</id><published>2007-07-16T12:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T12:05:28.715+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Install Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, ... how can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer: &lt;/span&gt;Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install Love. Can you guide me through the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support:&lt;/span&gt; Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer: &lt;/span&gt;Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready. What do I do first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support: &lt;/span&gt;The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located your Heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer: &lt;/span&gt;Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is it okay to install Love while they are running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support: &lt;/span&gt;What programs are running ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer: &lt;/span&gt;Let's see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and Resentment running right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support: &lt;/span&gt;No problem, Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory but it will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually override Low Self-Esteem with a module of its own called High Self-Esteem. However, you have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment.&lt;br /&gt;Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer: &lt;/span&gt;I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support: &lt;/span&gt;With pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke Forgiveness. Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment have been completely erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer: &lt;/span&gt;Okay, done! Love has started installing itself. Is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support: &lt;/span&gt;Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer: &lt;/span&gt;Oops! I have an error message already. It says, "Error - Program not run on external components." What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support: &lt;/span&gt;Don't worry. It means that the Love program is set up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In non-technical terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer: &lt;/span&gt;So, what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support: &lt;/span&gt;Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following files: Forgive-Self; Realize Your Worth; and Acknowledge your Limitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer: &lt;/span&gt;Okay, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support: &lt;/span&gt;Now, copy them to the "My Heart" directory. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming. Also, you need to delete Verbose Self-Criticism from all directories and empty your Recycle Bin to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer: &lt;/span&gt;Got it. Hey! My heart is filling up with new files. Smile is playing on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all over My Heart. Is this normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tech Support: &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes. For others it takes awhile, but eventually everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running. One more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everyone you meet. They will in turn share it with others and return some cool modules back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer: &lt;/span&gt;Thank you, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;** thank you cory...&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/8378682755627268244-2907759395175162378?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2907759395175162378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=2907759395175162378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/2907759395175162378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/2907759395175162378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-to-install-love.html' title='How To Install Love'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-3144373336517418074</id><published>2007-07-15T15:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T15:12:28.346+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Want You To Know I Moved On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;No more feeling lonely and depressingly blue&lt;br /&gt;Could give a damn about what's gotten into you&lt;br /&gt;No more wondering who you are with late at night&lt;br /&gt;No longer worried if something I'll do will start a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more wondering why you say the hurtful things you say&lt;br /&gt;No more caring about what new gossip your mother made up about me today&lt;br /&gt;No more questioning about the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;No more backstabbing me and then telling me "I Love You'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unveiling my face, taking off my mask&lt;br /&gt;Letting you go was not the easiest task&lt;br /&gt;I try to erase everything that you did to me, from my mind&lt;br /&gt;You are now the past, no more backstabbing, let down the knife&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, I will continue on, as I turn a new chapter in my life.&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/8378682755627268244-3144373336517418074?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3144373336517418074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=3144373336517418074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/3144373336517418074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/3144373336517418074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-want-you-to-know-i-moved-on.html' title='I Just Want You To Know I Moved On'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-4435044407939489689</id><published>2007-07-11T18:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:50:41.838+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Your love nature is thoughtful, poetic, mystical and mysterious. A few people with love attitude number seven are class clowns, and they usually attract gals who like to be given a hard time. But most of you are the quiet, reserved types who dislike calling attention to yourself. Your type generally attracts guys who feel the same way you do. Your refined, independent and secretive nature is very alluring to certain gals. At times you can also be somewhat fault finding and a little demanding in your love relationship and with friends. You are mostly attracted to gals who aren't like all the rest; a loner easily attracts you. And, if she reads a lot and enjoys learning, she is especially perfect for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;really???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;errr...&lt;/span&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/8378682755627268244-4435044407939489689?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4435044407939489689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=4435044407939489689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/4435044407939489689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/4435044407939489689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-attitude.html' title='Love Attitude'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-8823277615584938541</id><published>2007-07-11T11:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T11:07:39.724+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chihuahua puppy born with love-heart pattern in fur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,,5561576,00.jpg" height="150" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,,5561578,00.jpg" height="150" width="200" /&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,,5561581,00.jpg" height="150" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.news.com.au/common/imagedata/0,,5561582,00.jpg" height="150" width="200" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="storyintro"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A PUPPY has been born in Japan with a large, clear, love-heart-shaped pattern in his coat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The chihuahua was born in May as one of a litter to a breeder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shop owner Emiko Sakurada said it was the first time a puppy with the marks had been born out of a thousand she had bred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She had no plans to sell the puppy, which has been named "Heart-kun".&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/8378682755627268244-8823277615584938541?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8823277615584938541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=8823277615584938541' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/8823277615584938541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/8823277615584938541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/chihuahua-puppy-born-with-love-heart.html' title='Chihuahua puppy born with love-heart pattern in fur'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-2776229906366188895</id><published>2007-07-10T23:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:46:55.735+03:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Reasons Why Beer Is Better than Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.allfunnypictures.com/pages/flash/beervswomen.swf" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378682755627268244-2776229906366188895?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2776229906366188895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=2776229906366188895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/2776229906366188895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/2776229906366188895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/15-reasons-why-beer-is-better-than.html' title='15 Reasons Why Beer Is Better than Women'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-7200471867178826686</id><published>2007-07-10T22:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:10:23.211+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt; There is a girl that I love indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think about her day and night I don't know if thats right.&lt;br /&gt;I cant get her out of my head even while I'm lying in bed she is always on my mind people say Im blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I talk to her I feel like a boat on cold thick ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart is my love she is more beautiful than the oceans surface.&lt;br /&gt;She brings me laughter&lt;br /&gt;My eyes sparkle in happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;img src="http://epaloids.com/images/smilies/blush2.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378682755627268244-7200471867178826686?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7200471867178826686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=7200471867178826686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/7200471867178826686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/7200471867178826686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/special-girl.html' title='Special Girl'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-3611250259815368888</id><published>2007-07-09T17:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T17:42:21.816+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Robosapien V2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iwantoneofthose.com/store/assets/images/product/robsa2/robsa2_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.iwantoneofthose.com/store/assets/images/product/robsa2/robsa2_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l2ckURtixB8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l2ckURtixB8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;         Robosapien V2 is a highly evolved robotic fusion of technology and personality,         combining fluid biomechanical motion with a multi-sensory, interactive         humanoid personality. This 24” tall, second generation Robosapien         is capable of autonomous “free roam” behavior, and includes         the following features:&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       - Multiple levels of environmental interaction, with humans and objects&lt;br /&gt;       - Sight, sound and touch senses&lt;br /&gt;       - Humanoid body movements, including bending, sitting and standing, lying         down and getting up, dancing, waving, martial arts …&lt;br /&gt;       - Speech: Responds verbally to environmental stimuli and to controller         commands&lt;br /&gt;       - Color Vision System: Recognizes colors and skin tones&lt;br /&gt;       - Stereo Sound Detection System: “Hears” and reacts to sounds&lt;br /&gt;       - IR Vision: Detects and avoids obstacles; tracks moving objects&lt;br /&gt;       - True bi-pedal walking with multiple gaits&lt;br /&gt;       - Precision gripping, articulated fingers&lt;br /&gt;       - Realistic 2-axis turning head with animated LED eyes&lt;br /&gt;       - 100 pre-programmed functions&lt;br /&gt;       - 2 demonstration modes&lt;br /&gt;       - 6 programming modes&lt;br /&gt;       - Remote control, autonomous “free roam” and guard modes&lt;br /&gt;       - Sleep and auto-shut off function&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price: 200€&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/8378682755627268244-3611250259815368888?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3611250259815368888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=3611250259815368888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/3611250259815368888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/3611250259815368888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/robosapien-v2.html' title='Robosapien V2'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-8860665122130818384</id><published>2007-07-02T21:10:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:02:58.932+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eto na naman tayo? kala ko ba ok ka na? kala ba ayos lang lahat? emaket nag uumpisa ka na naman? Dude, tayong dalawa lang ang nagkakaintindihan tayo lang ang dalawa ang magkakampi. umalis man sila tayong dalawa pa din ang magkasama ako ikaw at ikaw ako lang. wag mong sabihing ok lang lahat sumigaw ka pag alam mong hindi mo kaya. hindi lahat kaya mong itanim sa sarili mo hindi ka bakal at lalong wala ka sa komiks na kapag nilapat mo sa kabilang page ok na agad ang bida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sanay naman tayong dalawa ang magkasama simula noon pa di ba? ni hindi nga tayo naghihiwalay. nung ginawa mo yung bagay na yun habang sinusugatan mo yung sarili mo di ba sabi ko sayo wag masama yun. walang dumamay sating dalawa kaya nasa room lang tayo. Pare kung bibigay ka paano naman ako hindi ko kayang ihakbang ang isang paa kung wala ka. tandaan mo yung pinag usapan natin noong nakaraan tinalikuran man nila tayong dalawa ngitian lang natin sila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;madaming taong njan pa din para sa atin at alam mo kung sino yung mga yun. hindi ka mawawalan pag nawala sila sa atin ikaw pa din si ___ na gaya ng dati. tawanan mo lang lahat. pag may pumuri magpasalamat at pag may kumalaban ngitian mo lang. gaya ng dati. sa mundong to tayong dalawa lang ang magsasandalan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;basta gaya ng sabi ko sayo andito lang ako. walang bitiwan walang ayawan. salamat din njan ka para itama ako at njan ako para itama ka. salamat ulet.&lt;/span&gt;&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/8378682755627268244-8860665122130818384?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8860665122130818384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=8860665122130818384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/8860665122130818384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/8860665122130818384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/dear-me.html' title='Dear Me'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-8972423268271754162</id><published>2007-07-01T22:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:48:05.770+03:00</updated><title type='text'>eLy's Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;madami pa ngang ndi nakakakilala sakin. sabi nila kilala na nila ako pero ang masasabi ko lang... "BULLSHIT!" wag nyong sabihing kilala nyo ako. oo kilala nyo ako pero kilala nyo ako sa pangalan ko lang "eLy/bhong" yan lang ang kilala nyo sakin. pero kung sasabihin nyong kilala nyo na ako mag-isip na muna kayo. ako nga sa sarili ko ndi ko kilala e KAYO pa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;kung ako senyo MANAHIMIK NA LANG KAYO! MGA PAKSYET!&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/8378682755627268244-8972423268271754162?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8972423268271754162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=8972423268271754162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/8972423268271754162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/8972423268271754162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/elys-rant.html' title='eLy&apos;s Rant'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-4758642867966059624</id><published>2007-06-29T19:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T20:23:54.396+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pachelbel's Canon in D Major</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/16/Pachelbel-canon-colors.png/800px-Pachelbel-canon-colors.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 79px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/16/Pachelbel-canon-colors.png/800px-Pachelbel-canon-colors.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a style="left: 349px ! important; top: -3px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/blue_button.swf?mp3file=http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/Pachabel-CanonInDMajor.SWF"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 338px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/blue_button.swf?mp3file=http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/Pachabel-CanonInDMajor.SWF"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 338px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/blue_button.swf?mp3file=http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/Pachabel-CanonInDMajor.SWF"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed src="http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/blue_button.swf?mp3file=http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/Pachabel-CanonInDMajor.SWF" height="25" width="111"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pachelbel's Canon, also known as Canon in D major, or more formally, Canon and Gigue in D major for three Violins and Basso Continuo (Kanon und Gigue in D-Dur für drei Violinen und Basso Continuo) is the most famous piece of music by Johann Pachelbel. It was written in or around 1680. during the Baroque period, as a piece of chamber music for three violins and basso comtinuo, but has since been arranged for a wide variety of ensembles. &lt;/span&gt;The &lt;i&gt;Canon&lt;/i&gt; was originally paired with a gigue in the same key, although this composition is rarely performed or recorded today. It is well known for its chord progression which has become one of the most used in popular music.&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/8378682755627268244-4758642867966059624?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4758642867966059624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=4758642867966059624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/4758642867966059624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/4758642867966059624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/pachelbels-canon-in-d-major.html' title='Pachelbel&apos;s Canon in D Major'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-8696542590923589745</id><published>2007-06-28T00:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:59:20.911+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Batibot Theme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/3/3b/Batibot.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/3/3b/Batibot.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 394px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/blue_button.swf?mp3file=http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/01BatibotTheme.SWF"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 338px ! important; top: 13px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible ontop" href="http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/blue_button.swf?mp3file=http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/01BatibotTheme.SWF"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed src="http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/blue_button.swf?mp3file=http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/01BatibotTheme.SWF" height="25" width="111"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagmulat ng mata,&lt;br /&gt;Langit nakatawa&lt;br /&gt;Sa batibot,&lt;br /&gt;Sa batibot&lt;br /&gt;Tayo nang magpunta&lt;br /&gt;Tuklasin sa batibot&lt;br /&gt;Ang tuwa, ang saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doon sa batibot&lt;br /&gt;Tayo na, tayo na&lt;br /&gt;Mga bata sa batibot&lt;br /&gt;Maliksi, masigla. (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dali, sundan natin  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ngiti ng araw&lt;br /&gt;Doon sa batibot (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayo nang magpunta&lt;br /&gt;Tuklasin sa batibot&lt;br /&gt;Ang tuwa, ang saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doon sa batibot  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayo na, tayo na&lt;br /&gt;Mga bata sa batibot&lt;br /&gt;Maliksi, masigla. (2x)&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/8378682755627268244-8696542590923589745?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8696542590923589745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=8696542590923589745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/8696542590923589745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/8696542590923589745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/batibot-theme.html' title='Batibot Theme'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-1519973459211985384</id><published>2007-06-26T04:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T04:28:42.607+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Out There</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 13px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/jhCP40PpW0k"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jhCP40PpW0k"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jhCP40PpW0k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer&lt;br /&gt;That we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I know how very far apart we are&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there if love can see us through&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll be together somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Out where dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378682755627268244-1519973459211985384?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1519973459211985384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=1519973459211985384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/1519973459211985384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/1519973459211985384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/somewhere-out-there.html' title='Somewhere Out There'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-8273751545749202938</id><published>2007-06-25T07:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T07:37:31.451+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lulling Cradle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Those good old days, I pray won't fade&lt;br /&gt;When I was young and in Mother's care&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to hear dear Mother's lullaby again&lt;br /&gt;The song of love as she rocked my cradle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my deep and peaceful slumber&lt;br /&gt;The stars watch over me in vigil&lt;br /&gt;Life was like heaven in the arms of Mother&lt;br /&gt;Now my heart longs for the lulling cradle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those good old days, I pray won't fade&lt;br /&gt;When I was young and in Mother's care&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to hear dear Mother's lullaby again&lt;br /&gt;The song of love as she rocked my cradle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lull me, Mother, in my dear old cradle&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Mother. &lt;br /&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/8378682755627268244-8273751545749202938?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8273751545749202938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=8273751545749202938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/8273751545749202938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/8273751545749202938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/lulling-cradle.html' title='Lulling Cradle'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-2731742420527016956</id><published>2007-06-24T15:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:48:40.802+03:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Mistakes Men Make While Having Sex With Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) NOT KISSING FIRST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Avoiding her lips and diving straight for the erogenous zones makes her feel like you're paying by the hour and trying to get your money's worth by cutting out nonessentials. A proper passionate kiss is the ultimate form of  foreplay (BUT BY NO MEANS THE ONLY ONE!!!).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) BLOWING TOO HARD IN HER EAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Admit it, some kid at school told you girls love this. Well, there's a difference between being erotic and blowing as if you're trying to extinguish the candles on your 50th birthday cake. Knock it off!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) NOT SHAVING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You often forget you have a porcupine strapped to your chin which you rake repeatedly across your partner's face and thighs. When she turns her head from side to side, it's not passion, it's pain damn it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4) SQUEEZING HER BREAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Most men act like a housewife testing a melon for ripeness when they get their hand on a pair. Stroke, caress, and sooth them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) BITING HER NIPPLES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why do men fasten onto a woman's nipples, then clamp down like they're trying to deflate her body via her breasts? Nipples are highly sensitive. They can't stand up to chewing. Lick and suck them gently. Flicking your tongue across them is good. Pretending they're a doggie toy is not.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6) TWIDDLING HER NIPPLES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stop doing that thing where you twiddle the nipples between finger and thumb like you're trying to find a radio station in a hilly area. Focus on the whole breasts, not just the exclamation points.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7) IGNORING THE OTHER PARTS OF HER BODY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A woman is not a highway with just three turnoffs: Breastville East and West, and the Midtown Tunnel. There are vast areas of her body which you've ignored far too often as you go bombing straight into downtown Vagina. So start paying them some attention!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8) GETTING THE HAND TRAPPED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poor manual dexterity in the underskirt region can result in tangled fingers and underpants. If you're going to be that aggressive, just ask her to take the damn things off.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9) LEAVING HER A LITTLE PRESENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Condom disposal is the man's responsibility. You wore it, you store it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10) ATTACKING THE CLITORIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Direct pressure is very unpleasant, .... and remember ... it is not the on button for you to hit repeatedly! So, gently rotate your fingers along side of it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11) STOPPING FOR A BREAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Women, unlike men, don't pick up where they left off. If you stop, they plummet back to square one very fast. If you can tell she's not there, keep going at all costs, numb jaw or not.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12) UNDRESSING HER AWKWARDLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Women hate looking stupid, but stupid she will look when naked at the waist with a sweater stuck over her head. Unwrap her like an elegant present, not a kid's toy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13) GIVING HER A WEDGIE DURING FOREPLAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stroking her gently through her panties can be very sexy. Pulling the material up between her thighs and yanking it back and forth is not.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14) BEING OBSESSED WITH THE VAGINA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although most men can find the clitoris without maps, they still believe that the vagina is where it's all at. No sooner is your hand down there than you're trying to stuff stolen bank notes up a chimney. This is okay in principle, but if you're not careful, it can hurt - so don't get carried away. It's best to pay more attention to her clitoris and the exterior of her vagina at first, then gently slip a finger inside her and see if she likes it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15) MASSAGING TOO ROUGHLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're attempting to give her a sensual, relaxing massage to get her in the mood. Hands and fingertips are okay; elbows and knees are not.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16) UNDRESSING PREMATURELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't force the issue by stripping before she's at least made some move toward getting your stuff off, even if it's just undoing a couple of buttons. There is no turn off like the one where you are  passionately kissing and in 2 seconds you have whipped it out or worse yet, have completely stripped.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17) TAKING YOUR PANTS OFF FIRST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A man in socks and underpants is at his worst. Lose the socks fist.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18) GOING TOO FAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you get to the penis-in-vagina situation, the worst thing you can do is pump away like an industrial power tool - she'll soon feel like an assembly-line worker made obsolete by your technology. Slow is the key! In the beginning build up slowly, with clean, straight, regular movements.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19) GOING TOO HARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you bash your great triangular hip bones into her thigh or stomach, the pain is equal to two weeks of horseback riding concentrated into a few seconds.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20) COMING TOO SOON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every man's fear. With reason. If you shoot before you see the whites of her eyes, make sure you have a backup plan to ensure her pleasure too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21) NOT COMING SOON ENOUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It may appear to you that humping for an hour without climaxing is the mark of a sex god, but to her it's more likely the mark of a numb vagina. At least buy some intriguing wall hangings, so she has something to hold her interest while you're playing Marathon Man.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22) ASKING IF SHE HAS COME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You really ought to be able to tell. Most women make noise. But if you really don't know, don't ask&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23) PERFORMING ORAL SEX TOO GENTLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the beginning this is cool. Very seductive, but don't act like a giant cat at a saucer of milk. Get your whole mouth down there, and concentrate on gently rotating or flicking your tongue on her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;clitoris.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24) NUDGING HER HEAD DOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Men persist in doing this until she's eyeball-to-penis, hoping that it will lead very swiftly to mouth-to-penis. All women hate this. It's about three steps from being dragged to a cave by their hair. If you want her to use her mouth, use yours first; try talking seductively to her, and if all else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fails reciprocation is the key!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25) NOT WARNING HER BEFORE YOU CLIMAX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sperm tastes like sea water mixed with egg white. Not everybody likes it. When she's performing oral sex, warn her before you cum so she can do what's necessary.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;26) MOVING AROUND DURING FELLATIO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't thrust. She'll do all the moving during fellatio. You just lie there. And don't grab her head.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27) TAKING ETIQUETTE ADVICE FROM PORN MOVIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In X-rated movies, women seem to love it when men ejaculate all over them. In real life, it is disgusting and a sure fire way to put an end to your oral fantasies!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28) MAKING HER RIDE ON TOP FOR AGES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Asking her to be on top is fine. Lying there grunting while she does all the hard work is not. Caress her gently around the torso area, so that she doesn't feel quite so much like the captain of a  schooner. And let her have a rest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;29) ATTEMPTING ANAL SEX AND PRETENDING IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is how men earn a reputation for not being able to follow directions. If you want to put it there, ask her first or test the waters with your finger. And don't think that being drunk is an excuse.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;30) TAKING PICTURES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When a man says, "Can I take a photo of you?" she'll hear the words "__to show my buddies." At least let her have custody of them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;31) NOT BEING IMAGINATIVE ENOUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagination is anything from pouring honey on her and licking it off to Fruit, vegetables, ice and feathers are all handy props; hot candle wax and permanent dye are a no no.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;32) SLAPPING YOUR STOMACH AGAINST HERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is no less erotic sound. It's as sexy as a belching contest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;33) ARRANGING HER IN STUPID POSES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If she wants to do advanced yoga in bed, fine, but unless she's a Romanian gymnast, don't get too ambitious. Ask yourself if you want a sexual partner with snapped hamstrings.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;34) LOOKING FOR HER PROSTATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read this carefully: Anal stimulation feels good for men because THEY HAVE A PROSTATE! Women don't.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;35) GIVING LOVE BITES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is highly erotic to exert some gentle suction on the sides of the neck, if you do it carefully. No woman wants to have to wear turtlenecks and jaunty scarves for weeks on end.... and it looks pretty silly when its summer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;36) BARKING INSTRUCTIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't shout encouragement like a coach with a megaphone. It's not a big turn-on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;37) TALKING DIRTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It makes you sound like a lonely magazine editor calling a 1-900 line. If she likes nasty talk, she'll let you know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;38) NOT CARING WHETHER SHE COMES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have to finish the job. Keep on trying until you get it right, and she might even do the same for you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;39) SQUASHING HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Men generally weigh more than women, so if you lie on her a bit too heavily, she will turn blue.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;40) THANKING HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never thank a woman for having sex with you. Your bedroom is not a soup kitchen.&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/8378682755627268244-2731742420527016956?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2731742420527016956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=2731742420527016956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/2731742420527016956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/2731742420527016956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/40-mistakes-men-make-while-having-sex.html' title='40 Mistakes Men Make While Having Sex With Women'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-7571494806647915773</id><published>2007-06-21T23:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T23:48:21.832+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Juhannus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://84.234.73.43/images/juhannus_pk92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 221px;" src="http://84.234.73.43/images/juhannus_pk92.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Juhannus&lt;/b&gt; on vuoden valoisimman ajan juhla, jota vietetään kesäkuu kesäpäpäivänsesaiksenSoumessa se on myös Suomen lipun päiva ja virallinen liputuspäivä. lähellä. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juhannus on Suomessa keskikesän ja yöttömän yön juhla.Napapiirin pohjoispuolella aurinko ei laske lainkaan kesäpäivänseisauksena. Nykyisin juhannus on Suomessa suuri kansanjuhla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kesäpäivän seisaukseen, mittumaariin (ruotsin &lt;i&gt;midsommar&lt;/i&gt; = keskikesä), on Pohjoismaissa liitetty samanlaisia menoja kuin jouluun. Kesäpäivän seisauksen aikaan aurinko on voimakkaimmillaan. Uskomuksen mukaan juhannuksena myös taika tehoaa vahvimmin, erityisesti näin on laita juhannusyönä. Juhannuskuusi, joka eroaa joulukuusesta siinä suhteessa, että kuusi karsittiin latvatupsuun asti, oli käytössä.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nykyisiinkin suomalaisiin juhannusperinteisiin kuuluvat juhannuskoivut ja -&lt;i&gt;kukat&lt;/i&gt; sekä Routsissa ja Suomen routsikielisillä &lt;a href="http://fi.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruotsin_kieli" title="Ruotsin kieli"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; alueilla lehvin ja kukin koristellut juhannussalot. Juhannuksena on tapana polttaa juhannuskokkoja &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://fi.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juhannuskokko" title="Juhannuskokko"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, suuria nuotioita näkyvillä paikoilla, varsinkin rannoilla tai aukealla. Juhannustulilla auringolle on annettu lisävoimaa, mutta niillä arvellaan karkotetun myös pahoja henkiä.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pohjoismaiden ja Baltian ulkopuolella juhannuksen juhlinta on hävinnyt, koskei pienempien leveyspiirien asukeilla ole yötöntä yötä valon ja hedelmällisyyden juhlimiseen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juhannuksen perinteinen paikka on 24. kesäkuuta. Esimerkiksi Norjasa , Virossa  ja LatviaSuomessa &lt;a href="http://fi.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latvia" title="Latvia"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;juhannusta on vietetty vuodesta 1955 20. kesäkuuta - 26. kesäkuuta sattuvana lauantaina. Sama käytäntö on myös Ruotsissa&lt;a href="http://fi.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruotsi" title="Ruotsi"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; juhannus on vieläkin perinteisellä paikallaan.  alkaen välille &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vanhoja juhannusperinteitä vaalitaan vuosittain etenkin Helsingin Seurasaaressa &lt;a href="http://fi.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helsinki" title="Helsinki"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;järjestettävissä perinteisissä juhannusjuhlissa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suomessa juhannuksena on ollut melko usein lämpötila 20 °C paikkeilla. Nykyaikana huippulämmin juhannus koettiin 1999, jolloin päivälämpötilat olivat laajalti n. 30 °C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &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/8378682755627268244-7571494806647915773?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7571494806647915773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=7571494806647915773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/7571494806647915773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/7571494806647915773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/juhannus.html' title='Juhannus'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-2121764758644815512</id><published>2007-06-21T08:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:40:09.052+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sony Ericsson K850i</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.gsmarena.com/w/pics/sonyericsson/sonyericsson-k850-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 218px;" src="http://img.gsmarena.com/w/pics/sonyericsson/sonyericsson-k850-00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;General&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_ntype.htm');"&gt;Network&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; HSDPA / GSM 850 / 900 / 1800 / 1900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table  cellspacing="0" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_dimens.htm');"&gt;Dimensions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;102 x 48 x 17 mm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_weight.htm');"&gt;Weight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;118 g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Display&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table  cellspacing="0" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_dtype.htm');"&gt;Type&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TFT, 256K colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_dsize.htm');"&gt;Size&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;240 x 320 pixels, 2.2 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Wallpapers, screensavers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table  cellspacing="0" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_number.htm');"&gt;Phonebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1000 x 20 fields, Photo call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_callr.htm');"&gt;Call records&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;30 received, dialed and missed calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_cslot.htm');"&gt;Card slot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Memory Stick Micro (M2)/microSD , 512 MB card included&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Data&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_gprs.htm');"&gt;GPRS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Class 10 (4+1/3+2 slots), 32 - 48 kbps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_hscsd.htm');"&gt;HSCSD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_edge.htm');"&gt;EDGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_3g.htm');"&gt;3G&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HSDPA, 3.6 Mbps  (K850i only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_wlan.htm');"&gt;WLAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_bluetooth.htm');"&gt;Bluetooth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, v2.0 with A2DP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_infrar.htm');"&gt;Infrared port&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_usb.htm');"&gt;USB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, v2.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Features&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th rowspan="8" scope="row"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;  &lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_messg.htm');"&gt;Messaging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SMS, MMS, Email, Instant Messaging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_browser.htm');"&gt;Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WAP 2.0/HTML (NetFront), RSS reader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_games.htm');"&gt;Games&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes + downloadable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_colors.htm');"&gt;Colors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luminous Green, Velvet Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_camera.htm');"&gt;Camera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 MP, 2592х1944 pixels, autofocus, video(QVGA@30fps), xenon flash and 3LED video light; auto lens cover, secondary videocall camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Java MIDP 2.0&lt;br /&gt;- FM radio with RDS&lt;br /&gt;- MP3/AAC/MPEG4 player&lt;br /&gt;- Motion sensor (with UI auto-rotate)&lt;br /&gt;- TrackID music recognition&lt;br /&gt;- T9&lt;br /&gt;- Image viewer&lt;br /&gt;- Picture editor/blogging&lt;br /&gt;- Organiser&lt;br /&gt;- Built-in handsfree&lt;br /&gt;- Voice memo/dial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Standard battery, Li-Po 930 mAh (BST-38)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_standb.htm');"&gt;Stand-by&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Up to 400 h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ttl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_k850-2003.php#" onclick="helpW('h_talkta.htm');"&gt;Talk time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="nfo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Up to 9 h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/konfus/a015.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378682755627268244-2121764758644815512?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2121764758644815512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=2121764758644815512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/2121764758644815512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/2121764758644815512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/general-network-hsdpa-gsm-850-900-1800.html' title='Sony Ericsson K850i'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-3863671239550517887</id><published>2007-06-19T15:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T16:14:02.536+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prozac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://prozac.sleeping-tablets.com/images/prozac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://prozac.sleeping-tablets.com/images/prozac.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prozac is the most widely prescribed antidepressant drug in the world. Over 54 million patients worldwide have been prescribed Prozac for patients suffering from depression,obsessive compulsive disorder, bulimia nervosa and panic disorder.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prozac is prescribed for the treatment of depression--that is, a continuing depression that interferes with daily functioning. The symptoms of major depression often include changes in appetite, sleep habits, and mind/body coordination; decreased sex drive; increased fatigue; feelings of guilt or worthlessness; difficulty concentrating; slowed thinking; and suicidal thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clinical depression (also called major depressive disorder, or unipolar depression when compared to bipolar disorder) is a state of intense &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sadness" title="Sadness"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sadness, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melancholia" title="Melancholia"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;melancholia or despair that has advanced to the point of being disruptive to an individual's social functioning and/or activities of daily living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although a low mood or state of dejection that does not affect functioning is often colloquially referred to as depression, clinical depression is a clinical diagnosis and may be different from the everyday meaning of "being depressed." Many people identify the feeling of being clinically depressed as "feeling sad for no reason", or "having no motivation to do anything." A person suffering from depression may feel tired, sad, irritable, lazy, unmotivated, and apathetic. Clinical depression is generally acknowledged to be more serious than normal depressed feelings. It often leads to constant negative thinking and sometimes substance abuse. Extreme depression can culminate in its sufferers attempting or committing suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Without careful assessment, &lt;/span&gt;delirium&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; can easily be confused with depression and a number of other &lt;/span&gt;pschiatrict disorder&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; because many of the signs and &lt;/span&gt;symptoms&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; are conditions present in depression, as well as other mental illnesses including &lt;/span&gt;dementia&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;psychosis&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&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/8378682755627268244-3863671239550517887?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3863671239550517887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=3863671239550517887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/3863671239550517887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/3863671239550517887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/prozac.html' title='Prozac'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-3638637935106478949</id><published>2007-06-18T22:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:42:17.442+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Särkynyt Sydän</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rakkaus jota kaipaan&lt;br /&gt;Suudelma hellyys&lt;br /&gt;Tapajolla kuiska "Rakastan sinua" korvaani&lt;br /&gt;Mutta et happeaisi&lt;br /&gt;Vaikka sen joku kuulisi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miksi pitaisi muuttua?&lt;br /&gt;Tuttu rakkausinytnin vieras&lt;br /&gt;Nauruni itkuksi muuttuisi&lt;br /&gt;kaikki rohkeuteni... kasuaisi peloksi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinusta tuli vieras, enkä houmannet&lt;br /&gt;Kaikki oli ennen niin servaa, nyt sekavaa&lt;br /&gt;Otit rakausteni selvyytenä&lt;br /&gt;Josta mina valuin eroon&lt;br /&gt;Ja siksi tiedan nyt&lt;br /&gt;On mun sydän särkynyt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mutta Mina Rakastan Sinua cHariecoy.... :(&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/8378682755627268244-3638637935106478949?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3638637935106478949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=3638637935106478949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/3638637935106478949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/3638637935106478949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/srkynyt-sydn.html' title='Särkynyt Sydän'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-2424763753312900740</id><published>2007-06-18T17:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T17:06:40.960+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving An Imperfect Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They have been married for two years. He loves literature                        and often posts his work on the net, but nobody ever reads                        them. He is also into photography and he handles their wedding                        photos. He loves her very much. Likewise with her. She has                        a quick temper and always bullies him. He is a gentleman                        and always gives in to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, she's being willful again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her: "Why can't you be the photographer for my friend's                        wedding? She promised she'd pay."&lt;br /&gt;                      Him: "I don't have time that day."&lt;br /&gt;                      Her: "Humph!"&lt;br /&gt;                      Him: "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;                      Her: "Don't have time? Write less of those novels,                        and you will have all the time you need."&lt;br /&gt;                      Him: "I... someone will definitely recognize my work                        some day."&lt;br /&gt;                      Her: "Humph! I don't care, you'll have to do it for                        her!"&lt;br /&gt;                      Him: "No."&lt;br /&gt;                      Her: "Just this once?"&lt;br /&gt;                      Him: "No." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Negotiation's broken. So, she gave the final warning: "Give                        me a Yes within three days, or else..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First day, she "withheld" the kitchen, bathroom,                        computer, refrigerator, television, hi-fi... Except the                        double bed, to show her "benevolence". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course, she has to sleep on it too. He didn't mind,                        as he still has some cash in his pockets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Second day, she conducted a raid and removed everything                        from his pockets and warned, "Seek any external help,                        and you bear the consequences." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He's nervous now. That night, on the bed, he begs for mercy,                        hoping that she'll end this state. She doesn't give a damn.                        No way am I giving in, whatever he says. Until he agrees.                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Third day, night. On the bed. He's lying on the bed, looking                        to one side. She's lying on the bed, looking to the other                        side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Him: "We need to talk."&lt;br /&gt;                      Her: "Unless it's about the wedding, forget it."                       &lt;br /&gt;                      Him: "It's something very important." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She remains silent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Him:"Let's get a divorce."&lt;br /&gt;                      She did not believe her ears.&lt;br /&gt;                      Him: "I got to know a girl." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's totally angry, and wanted to hit him. But she held                        it down, wanting to let him finish. But her eyes already                        felt wet. He took a photo out from his chest. Probably from                        his undershirt pocket, that's the only place she didn't                        go through yesterday. How careless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Him: "She's a nice girl."&lt;br /&gt;                      Her tears fell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Him: "She has a good personality too."&lt;br /&gt;                      She's heartbroken because he puts a photo of some other                        girl close to his heart.&lt;br /&gt;                      Him: "She says that she'll support me fully in my pursue                        for literature after we got married." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's very jealous because she said the same thing in the                        past.&lt;br /&gt;                      Him: "She loves me truly."&lt;br /&gt;                      She wishes to sit up and scream at him "Don't I?"                       &lt;br /&gt;                      Him: "So, I think she won't force me to do something                        that I don't want to do." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's thinking, but the rage won't subside.&lt;br /&gt;                      Him: "Want to take a look at the photo I took for her?"                       &lt;br /&gt;                      Her: "...!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He brings the photo before her eyes. She's in a total rage,                        hits his hand away and leaves a burning slap on his face.                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He sighs. She cries.&lt;br /&gt;                      He puts the photo back to his pocket. She pulls her hand                        back under the blanket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He turns off the light, and sleeps. She turns on the light,                        and sits up. He's asleep. She lost sleep. She regrets treating                        him the way she treated him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;She cried again, and thought about a lot of things. She                        wants to wake him up. She wants to have a intimate talk                        with him. She doesn't want to push him anymore. She stares                        at his chest. She wants to see how the girl looks. &lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She slips the photo out. She wanted to cry and she wanted                        to laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a nicely taken photo. A photo he took for her. She                        bends down, and kissed him on his cheek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He smiled. He was just pretending to be asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You learn to love, not by finding a perfect person,                        but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly."&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/8378682755627268244-2424763753312900740?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2424763753312900740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=2424763753312900740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/2424763753312900740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/2424763753312900740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/loving-imperfect-person.html' title='Loving An Imperfect Person'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-4166398243599482289</id><published>2007-06-18T12:36:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T12:36:55.276+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;  The love I will miss,&lt;br /&gt;The gentleness of your kiss&lt;br /&gt;The way you'd whisper "I love you" in my ear&lt;br /&gt;But still not ashamed if anyone else was to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why'd that have to change?&lt;br /&gt;A familiar love, now so strange&lt;br /&gt;All my laughter led to tears&lt;br /&gt;All my courage...grown to fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You became a stranger, I was never noticed&lt;br /&gt;Everything was so clear, now so unfocused&lt;br /&gt;You took my love for granted and tore it apart&lt;br /&gt;And because of that, I know have a broken heart&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/8378682755627268244-4166398243599482289?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4166398243599482289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=4166398243599482289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/4166398243599482289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/4166398243599482289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/broken-heart.html' title='Broken Heart'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-6896576220666918999</id><published>2007-06-18T10:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T15:37:54.152+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's no such thing as destiny&lt;br /&gt;There are only different choices .&lt;br /&gt;Some choices are easy some hard&lt;br /&gt;Those are the really important ones&lt;br /&gt;The ones that define as people.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its not the happiest of endings but it's the right one.&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/8378682755627268244-6896576220666918999?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6896576220666918999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=6896576220666918999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/6896576220666918999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/6896576220666918999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/awww.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-2036291617974671988</id><published>2007-06-18T06:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T09:14:19.203+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Elliott Yamin - Wait For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 13px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/MEskpfHOTAk"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 13px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/MEskpfHOTAk"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MEskpfHOTAk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MEskpfHOTAk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never felt nothing in the world like this before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I’m missing you and I’m wishing you would come back through my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why did you have to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You could have let me know; so now I’m all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girl you could have stayed but you wouldn’t give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;With you not around it’s a little bit more than I can stand&lt;br /&gt;And all my tears they keep runnin’ down my face&lt;br /&gt;Why did you turn away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So why does your pride make you run and hide&lt;br /&gt;Are you that afraid of me?&lt;br /&gt;But I know it’s a lie what you keep inside&lt;br /&gt;This is not how you want it to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t know what else I can do&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I find it just ain’t true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been a long time since you called me&lt;br /&gt;(How could you forget about me)&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be feeling crazy&lt;br /&gt;How can you walk away&lt;br /&gt;(When) Everything stays the same&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t do it baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What will it take to make you come back&lt;br /&gt;Girl I told you what it is and it just ain’t like that&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you look at me?&lt;br /&gt;You’re still in love with me&lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave me crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby why can’t we just start all over again&lt;br /&gt;Get it back to the way it was&lt;br /&gt;If you give me a chance I can love you right&lt;br /&gt;But you’re telling me it won’t be enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t know what else I can do&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I find it just ain’t true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So why does your pride make you run and hide&lt;br /&gt;Are you that afraid of me?&lt;br /&gt;But I know it’s a lie what you’re keeping inside&lt;br /&gt;That is not how you want it to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If it’s the last thing I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t know what else I can do&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;If you think I find it just ain’t true&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be waiting…&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/8378682755627268244-2036291617974671988?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2036291617974671988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=2036291617974671988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/2036291617974671988'/><link rel='self' 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arial;"&gt;yan pa din ang tinatanong ko sa sarili ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nasaktan na ako ng ilang beses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;binalewala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at nilimot ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;pero bakit mahal pa din kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;madaming nagsabing bumitiw na ako &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at wala din akong magagawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wala din akong mapapala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;pero mahal pa din kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ano nga bang meron ka bakit mahal kita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;minsan naiinis na ako sa sarili ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;lagi kong pinapaalala kung gaano ako katanga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;may mga nagmamahal sakin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;meron pa ngang nagyayang sumama at magpakasal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;kung tutuusin hindi ako masasaktan dun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;kasi mahal nila ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at handa "daw" silang magtiis sakin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;pero anong magagawa ko hindi ako masaya sa kanila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sa'yo ako masaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ikaw ang mahal ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ayaw ko nang bumalik sa dati na naglalaro lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hinging hindi ko na babalikan yun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;mahal kita alam mo ba yun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sana makita at maramdaman mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;kung gaano ako katotoo sa'yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tsk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;kung kaya ko lang sanang sabihin sayo lahat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;basta gaya ng sabi ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hindi ako bibitiw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hindi kita iiwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;minsan lang akong maging masaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;minsan lang din akong magmahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sana mapansin mo yun&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/8378682755627268244-1108208670578236973?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1108208670578236973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=1108208670578236973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/1108208670578236973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/1108208670578236973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/bakit-nga-kita-mahal.html' title='Bakit Nga Kita Mahal?'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-7471989349333069412</id><published>2007-06-17T22:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:54:51.748+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paalam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  A winter chill it seems has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; As I pen this little verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; As over is this love we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; It seems this is my curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Your smiles are not as often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Your touches more infrequent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The talks we had, the tender kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You seem so very distant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; You know how much I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; For you I'd always be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The one to make you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; My whole life with you I'd share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But if you want to finish this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And go back to square one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Please think about the things we've said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And all the things we've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Don't shut me off and leave me cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Please tell me face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; That if what we have is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Does it mean I've run my race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The things in life that mean so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; When gone - it hurts - so true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The person I love most in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'm losing and that's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I would love to spend my life with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; We fit like hand in glove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; To treat you like a Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; And to hold, respect and love&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/8378682755627268244-7471989349333069412?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7471989349333069412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=7471989349333069412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/7471989349333069412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/7471989349333069412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/paalam.html' title='Paalam'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-8786585588295747944</id><published>2007-06-17T00:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T00:41:29.150+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Lamb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tuvy.com/entertainment/horoscope/LAMBsym1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 113px;" src="http://www.tuvy.com/entertainment/horoscope/LAMBsym1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tuvy.com/entertainment/horoscope/LAMBcp_old.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 145px;" src="http://www.tuvy.com/entertainment/horoscope/LAMBcp_old.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;people have good taste and are quite charming and         elegant  and rich. You may find them the center of attention at a         stylish dinner party, ravishing all with incomparable wit and bon mots.         The opposite is also true: they are often quite shy and sometimes preffer         complete anonymity, the quiet life at home with a good book, a roaring         fire, and the joys of the palate. A creative flame burns in their lives         and you may find them before a canvas experimenting with bright bold         genius strokes of paint. Sometimes, they tend to be pessimistic and         question the meaning of life, wondering "why they dwell among green         mountains." They are quite often deeply religious or spiritual and         quite passionate about their work and their belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Earth Lambs are like dancing daffodils, moving with         kinetic exuberance and joy. Like all Lambs, these creatures are         wonderful to socialize with, you just can't help loving their friendly         ways and enthusiasm for living. They make lemonade out of lemons, velvet         out of porcupines, and find serendipity everywhere. All their friends         and colleagues get caught up with this passion. As you can imagine, they         make the best of traveling companions. Earth Lambs are honorable in all         their dealings; they roll up their sleeves and do whatever it is that         must be done. They know true contentment because they can think of         yesterday without regret and tomorrow without fear. Earth Lambs love         good books and spend many happy hours seeking treasures in used         bookstores. This serious nature also applies to their college years and         careers, which they pursue with utmost dedication, hard work, and         diligence. At some point in later life, they are rewarded with         unexpected financial fortune. What a cozy twosome the Earth Lamb makes         with a love partner. Relationships are filled with exquisite warmth,         gentleness, and tenderness, with magical threads of sensuality taking         them on beautiful carpet rides.&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/8378682755627268244-8786585588295747944?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8786585588295747944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=8786585588295747944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/8786585588295747944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/8786585588295747944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/earth-sheep.html' title='Earth Lamb'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-4811547897424776988</id><published>2007-06-16T20:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T20:24:39.973+03:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Signs Your Dating Relationship Is In Deep Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s time to take stock of your relationship. Here are just ten warning signs that tell you that you are headed to breaking -up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. The relationship has no clarity and one of you seems resistant to such clarity because somehow that means he or she has to step up and deliver or be really open about his or her intentions and motivations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. One of you seems to be demanding too much attention, expects too much from the relationship, is bossy, self-centered or focusing on instant gratification rather than long-term happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Whenever you have a conversation, it is mostly about problems in the relationship: what is not going right, or who is doing or not doing what etc. instead of more light-hearted and happy conversations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. You pick away at each other with criticisms and nagging, and little problems and everyday complaints are magnified to the extent that you end up complaining a lot with one another or getting your back up and shutting down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Anger is expressed immediately and with little hesitation, one or both of you react quickly, directly, and emotions end up flying all around causing more chaos. The other negative effect of this is making your arguments everybody's business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. You quickly and frequently feel quite frustrated with each other and don't feel that strong, intimate connection you had in the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. One or both of you harbours fears about the loss of the relationship or betrayal and this sometimes leads to using underhanded manipulation and tactics with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. There is a certain feeling of inequality between the two of you and one of you feels (and rightly so) that he or she is making too many sacrifices for the other and for the relationship and ignoring his or her own needs for happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. One or both of you feels insecure when either of you connects with other people or expresses independence by doing things or going places without the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Your sex life is sporadic and one of you always ends up feeling used or less than satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At this stage of your relationship, it is very easy to slip into a love-hate relationship, but as easily as you can plumb the depths, you can also reach great heights together if you make the effort and time to work through the reasons behind the problems and allow the original attraction you had for each other to express itself positively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Always remember that, you have come together to learn something about your own deepest fears, needs and feelings, and this may not always be pleasant!&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/8378682755627268244-4811547897424776988?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4811547897424776988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=4811547897424776988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/4811547897424776988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/4811547897424776988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/10-signs-your-dating-relationship-is-in.html' title='10 Signs Your Dating Relationship Is In Deep Trouble'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-8927386334569521551</id><published>2007-06-16T18:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T18:36:38.496+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Reasons for Dating a Filipina Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Many Western men choose to build a relationship with a Filipina girl. Some even choose to marry a Filipina. But what makes Filipino women so wanted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt; Filipina girls are renowned for their beauty &lt;/b&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They surely stand out among Asian women in terms of charm and femininity. If you think other way you probably have never seen Angela Perez Baraquio – the first Asian American and Filipino American who was crowned Miss America 2001 and Miss Hawaii .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt; Filipino girls are a delight to be around because of their disposition and personality &lt;/b&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since birth Filipinas are raised in a special sense of honor called Delikadesa (or Delicadeza). Delicadeza is a Spanish term which when translated in English means daintiness. It is defined as a sense of propriety, an act of being refined or delicate in tastes and manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Delikadesa what gives Filipino women such admirable qualities and distinguish them from Western ladies. You will never find a proper Filipina bring shame onto herself and her family by lying, cheating, stealing, running around with different men or flunking out of school. It is one of the meanings of Delikadesa – pride in doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt; Filipinas are u &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; nderstanding, patient and composed &lt;/b&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Filipina girls would never engage in a quarrel or a loud argument simply because this wouldn’t suit a real Lady . They are taught to speak politely, with a gentle tone of voice. Arguing is just not acceptable, along with public criticism. This soft spoken, quiet and understanding nature of the Filipina Ladies is the desired trait that Filipinas strive towards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt; Filipina girls are generous and naturally caring &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; and supportive &lt;/b&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The common spirit of survival has united the Filipinos for centuries making generosity and loyalty towards family a time-honored tradition. The caring and supportive nature of the Filipinas is apparent in the fact that there are no booming businesses for retirement homes or orphanages in the Philippines – they would never abandon a child or a member of the family in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt; Filipina girls believe in a one-man one-woman relationship &lt;/b&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there is no "absolute divorce" in the Philippines , Filipinas are raised in a high regard for the sanctity of marriage and consider it a life long commitment. Some, in fact many who marry these Filipina beauties, swear they make the best wives in the world – loyal, loving and faithful past death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt; Filipina women put family first before money &lt;/b&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faithfulness to the family is a tradition that is characteristic of the Filipino society. To the Filipina, family will always remain a great priority. Filipi no women , whom many would consider as coming from a relatively poor country, view the close loving bonds of their f amily as their wealth. They are more willing to sacrifice career than a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt; Filipinas are excellent home keepers &lt;/b&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino ladies equate domestic responsibility with being a good wife – their home is a great source of pride for them and they do their best to create a warm and loving environment for their family. For the Filipina even yelling at home would mean de-facing her home so you will probably never find a Filipina woman screaming or breaking dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt; Filipinas are well educated &lt;/b&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Philippine culture attaches great importance to college education. Pride in accomplishment at school is instilled in Filipinas since their childhood and female college enrollment even exceeds that of the male. This affects the social positions too. Unlike other Asian countries where women tend to be in more subservient positions, the Philippines businesses are more accepting of women performing business. This is apparent with the current Philippine president Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo – the second Philippine woman to hold this esteemed position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt; Filipino girls are religious &lt;/b&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Philippines is predominantly Roman Catholic ( the only Christian nation in the Far East ) and it is common amongst Philippine families to raise their children in the church. So don’t be surprised if your Filipina girl is more devoted to her religion than you are to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt; Filipina-American marriages are more successful than American-American marriages &lt;/b&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting fact is that according to the statistics Filipina-American marriages arranged through dating services have a lower divorce rate (about 20%) than the standard American- American marriage (about 40%). Still, the statistics may vary according to which source you use. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378682755627268244-8927386334569521551?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8927386334569521551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=8927386334569521551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/8927386334569521551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/8927386334569521551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/top-10-reasons-for-dating-filipina-girl.html' title='Top 10 Reasons for Dating a Filipina Girl'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-5476795732369727417</id><published>2007-06-16T17:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T17:50:04.853+03:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons Men/Women Take You For Granted And Dump You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. You are needy and desperate and lonely and as a result jump into bed or fall in love quickly (and hard) without doing a proper assessment of the people you get involved with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. You rearrange your plans around him/her and most of all leave all decisions up to him/her. Basically you wait on him/her hand and foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. You walk around on eggshells fearing that you might say or do something to upset him/her and cause him/her to stop liking you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. You are easily intimidated when you try to voice your feelings because you feel that you have nothing special or important to offer a man/woman. You always feel insecure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. You deliberately withhold personal information, thoughts and feelings for fear that he/she will either belittle you or reject you. You never get close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. You worry so much (worry about what the other person said, worry about what they meant by it, worry about how you reacted etc) that your worry creates a sense of helplessness and powerlessness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. You exaggerate your own faults so as to make the other person feel good about him/herself. The problem is he/she actually starts believing he/she is better than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. You give of this facade of everything is great and I'm happy but you're not. The cost of pretending is not having a voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. You privately harbour a great deal of anger that you react to situation as if you’ve been attacked thereby creating constant drama and distance in your relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. You are so afraid of taking risks, making decisions or making a mistake that you sub-consciously seek out people who control and dominate you and tell you what to do.&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/8378682755627268244-5476795732369727417?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5476795732369727417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=5476795732369727417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/5476795732369727417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/5476795732369727417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/10-reasons-menwomen-take-you-for.html' title='10 Reasons Men/Women Take You For Granted And Dump You'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-1697615961407161207</id><published>2007-06-14T23:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:36:31.100+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Life isn't about going back, it's about going forward. Yes, there are times in our life that we wish we could relive, but, if we already lived them perfectly, why live them again? The adventure of life is that there's always something new. New challenges, new experiences. A fun game is a game that gets harder as it goes. So it is with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8378682755627268244-1697615961407161207?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1697615961407161207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=1697615961407161207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/1697615961407161207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/1697615961407161207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-7903536559994530831</id><published>2007-06-14T17:28:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T17:50:42.739+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it worth falling in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Sometimes in the past, late at night, when it's too quiet to pretend, I worry if I believe in anything at all or at least in anything beautiful. I believed in change because it is permanent. I believed in pain because it is sometimes physical. I believe in anger because it can consume you. But I was not sure I can believe in either love or trust. I could not then understand these two things most people build their dreams on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Love fails to be unconditional by that one condition itself. It ends when we fall out of it. Then, we claim it never was love because love shouldn't die. It is forever. But when it becomes a routine (like saying "I love you" for instance), love does die. Lastly, when love turns selfish, confusing and burdensome, it isn't beautiful anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   As for trust, it was self-explanatory until I doubted it. When curiosity gives way to suspicion, betrayal isn't far behind. For every failed judgment we ask ourselves: "Did I trust too little or too much?”. It is difficult to shut up every question in favor of complete trust, only to realize too late something you could have known had you only asked. Where does love and trust start and end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I have seen hundreds of people disappointed over unfulfilling relationships. I have seen passion turn into poison. I have grieved with them for the love they lost or never found. We seem to love so much, but now it's gone. We ask ourselves: "Why do I feel so lonely even if she's right beside me? Why can't out relationship be more than this?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I think all people have at one point in their life experienced the painful realization of a love unrequited. Even with all the discouragement, even with all the well-intentioned advice from friends, falling in love is a no-going-back event. Unfortunately, time can't be reversed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Now, falling in love in itself is doubted by people around you. They cannot feel the warmth that consumes you. They cannot ache with the turbulent and confusing anxiety and joy that grips you. They do not know that mental stress you experience trying to rationalize your emotions. They cannot believe that you do not want to be in love with a person who doesn't love you back. Oftentimes, people in love are painted as puppies following their loved ones at a distance and enjoying it. Oftentimes, people in love are misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Who can enjoy running around with your heart on your sleeve? It's like trying to cross a tightrope and always falling into jagged cliffs because you are nervous, oh so nervous! Loving and loving without getting any response can be destructive to anyone. It is a thousand deaths every time. It’s an "unmourned" for death because no one else can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Love is not sustained by hope but by wishes. There's a difference. No matter how perverse, people suffering from unrequited love try to get out of it while secretly wishing that she'd give a sign to show it isn't hopeless. In desperation, unrequited lovers can even imagine signs if only to remain sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   How can you love a brick wall? A dead end? A slavery without any sign of salvation? How foolish! How unreasonable! Unfortunately, how human too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Why won't she love me? What is wrong with me?", scattered thoughts echoing such pain are not exactly abnormal. Even the best-looking, best-hearted people can't always expect others to love them back. Why? People sometimes need to feel unloved by everyone so that they learn to love themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There is nothing wrong with unrequited love. It happens all the time. I won't delude you into thinking that if she can't love you back she is not worth it. In fact, believe that she is. She is worth it all: the headaches, the anxiety, the embarrassment, etc. She is worth it because, like you, she needs others loving her. This sounds funny but the world is round for a reason. We are all part of a circle. If you love her and she loves someone else, just think of whom you're hurting by loving her. It's a cycle. Whose love are you not returning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I know we can love deeply, tenderly and lastingly. I have seen such love and I have felt such love myself. I learned that, aside from love and trust, a fulfilling relationship begins when two people make their time together their number one priority. If we hope to find love, we must first find time for loving. Many couples experienced a tragic moment together that taught them to value their time together. How we see our partners often depends on how we are than how they are. We are not audience but participant observers in each other's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I used to ask myself where the love between my ex-girlfriend and I had gone. Maybe it's because we forgot that we are the ones who make it. Love was not out there. It was here between my ex and me. Before, I was her as a very sweet, caring, patient, and loyal person. But now it's different. It seemed like I'm the only one who does the loving. She really changed a lot. People really do change. Our hurtful and infantile arguments illustrate how we, instead of looking for love, may look for flaws. We spent the relationship struggling to change other's minds. But I realized it a little too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We must accept that there are many realities and learn to accept different points of view. My ex then became my eye-opener. She saw what I never could, and do the same for her. We made points of view between the two of us that's totally different from either one of us. She was there with me when it can be too cold or too warm. Both of us were restless, yearning for more than what we had, what we were. Everything was unbalanced and unpredictable. In almost imperfect setting, two not-so-perfect people shared something so very simple---a perfectly imperfect friendship---it's enough. At least she gave me something beautiful to believe in (love and trust).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I have felt so much pain during the relationship with my ex. It was hard to accept that I have loved someone who stopped loving me. Now, I couldn't help ask myself why do I no longer believe those two beautiful ideas (love and trust). Why can't I give myself a chance to be in love again? Maybe I'm just too scared. Or perhaps, maybe because I had been waiting for a perfect moment, a perfect someone, and a perfect me. maybe because I had always felt that beliefs ought to be perfect---ideal, so to speak ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   At the end of the day, when all is said and done, loving without being loved back is the best thing to do because feeling so much pain, I learn to heal; knowing so much fear, I learn to stand up to anything, carrying so much sadness, I learn to glorify in joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. It is a lifetime venture in which we're always learning, discovering and growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Lastly, this may be a cliché but there is someone who is right for you (and even for me), and even if she's not, she'd still be right because loving doesn't make sense until you accept it and make it real.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &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/8378682755627268244-7903536559994530831?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7903536559994530831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=7903536559994530831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/7903536559994530831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/7903536559994530831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-it-worth-falling-in-love_14.html' title='Is it worth falling in love?'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-1905227148569161929</id><published>2007-06-14T06:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T06:54:04.161+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys Point Of View</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might agree with it, but when it actually happens 96% of girls dont realize it 'til it is too late and that guy who did it is so frustrated that he has moved on to someone who will take notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a guys point of view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you talk to other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you're friends with other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/ cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell us we're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll stop trying to convince you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One the sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood im in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us pay for you! dont "feel bad" about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoy doing it. It's expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and say "thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like you for who you are and not what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. or my tshirt and boxers, not all dolled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get angry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about how hot Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough:if you aren't being treated right by a guy, dont't wait for him to change.ditch his sorry,disgrace to the male population ass and find someone who will treat you with utter respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will honor your morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel, or what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will stop what theyre doing just to look you in the eyes....and say "i love you" ..and actually mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the nice guys a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys repost this if you agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls repost this if you think it's cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will repost this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for the less experienced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Holdin Hands&lt;br /&gt;Girls :If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cuddling&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Automatically move closer to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Movies&lt;br /&gt;Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Loving each other&lt;br /&gt;Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too... And mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laying below the stars&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his&lt;br /&gt;steady heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* thanks angela... mwah...&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/8378682755627268244-1905227148569161929?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1905227148569161929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=1905227148569161929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/1905227148569161929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/1905227148569161929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/guys-point-of-view.html' title='Guys Point Of View'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-3393542433382142896</id><published>2007-06-12T21:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:40:46.080+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How Does a Cursor Arrow Work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="left: 338px ! important; top: 13px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.1-click.jp/award.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.1-click.jp/award.swf" height="499" width="499"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever wondered how the small arrow on your computer monitor work when we move the mouse?  Have you ever wondered how it works? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, through the miracle of high technology, we can see how it is done. With the aid of a screen magnifying lens, the mechanism becomes apparent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click on the link below and you will find out. The image may take a minute or two to download and when it appears,  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slowly move your mouse over the light gray circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and you will see how the magic works. Also left click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378682755627268244-3393542433382142896?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3393542433382142896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=3393542433382142896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/3393542433382142896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/3393542433382142896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-does-cursor-arrow-work.html' title='How Does a Cursor Arrow Work?'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-519406358447921668</id><published>2007-06-12T15:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T05:06:53.799+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u223/cornetto_06/kiabk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 187px;" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u223/cornetto_06/kiabk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you be my favorite regret,&lt;br /&gt;Could I be your sweetest mistake?&lt;br /&gt;Trade one step back for two ahead&lt;br /&gt;Just a little time that's all&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to fall&lt;br /&gt;This catch I won't forget,&lt;br /&gt;My favorite regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you let me chip away the stone&lt;br /&gt;Are you really better off alone?&lt;br /&gt;Won't you let your guard down one more time&lt;br /&gt;Just like I've done mine&lt;br /&gt;We'll look until we find something neither will forget&lt;br /&gt;My favorite regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my favorite regret?&lt;br /&gt;Cut the strings attached but save the thread&lt;br /&gt;And I know your feelings are probably right&lt;br /&gt;But just this once tonight&lt;br /&gt;As you lay in your bed&lt;br /&gt;Place a little on this bet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&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/8378682755627268244-519406358447921668?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/519406358447921668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=519406358447921668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/519406358447921668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/519406358447921668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-you.html' title='My Favorite Regret'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-3499511346292705001</id><published>2007-06-12T01:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T04:46:20.672+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a291/eLycHe/suicide.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 222px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a291/eLycHe/suicide.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I never meant to hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;the way I know I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Your love means more to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;than anything and I'll do whatever it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;to prove that to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Since the day I met you and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;your love touched my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I knew that my life would never be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Please forgive me for the pain I've caused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I'll make it up to you every chance I get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; You have my heart and my love forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S O R R Y !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8378682755627268244-3499511346292705001?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3499511346292705001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=3499511346292705001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/3499511346292705001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/3499511346292705001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-8845094617372094942</id><published>2007-06-12T00:58:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T01:52:45.162+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Talking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/hsc1201l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/hsc1201l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somniloquy&lt;/span&gt;, also known as sleep talking, is the utterance of speech or sounds during sleep without awareness of the event. It is not an uncommon problem, especially in children. While we don't know exactly how common talking in sleep is, it is estimated to occur in about half of all children and in about 5 percent of adults. &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sleep talking can occur at any point in the sleep cycle. The lighter the sleep, the more understandable the speech. During the early stages of the cycle, people may have entire conversations while asleep. In deeper sleep, somniloquy may be restricted to moans and nonsense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; People who talk while asleep have no awareness that they are talking, and often speak in an emotionless tone. Anxiety disorders, strain, and fevers are often responsible for the disorder. Somniloquy is not usually considered a serious problem unless other disorders, such as somnambulism and apnea, are involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In most cases, the problem is not serious and tends to resolve over time or with aging. However, in some cases, it has been found to be associated with other sleep-related disorders, such as sleep walking, REM behavior disorder, sleep-related epilepsy, post-traumatic stress disorder, sleep apnea, and the nighttime sleep eating syndrome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In addition, in adults who begin sleep talking in adulthood, there may be a higher rate of psychiatric disorders. However, most adults who talk in their sleep do not have these problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, the most serious outcome of sleep talking is social humiliation from unintentionally verbalizing subconscious thoughts or dream content. Sometimes, sleep talking can disturb sleep of the affected person or the sleep of a bed partner. In this situation, further evaluation should be considered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;h2  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somniloquy Symptoms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;         &lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speech or sounds during sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Polysomnography (sleep recording) shows events of sleep talking that can occur in any stage of sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Events are not associated with awareness of talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It can be associated with psychiatric disorders such as anxiety disorders &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It can be associated with medical disorders such as febrile illness (fever) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It can be associated with other sleep disorders such as obstructive sleep apnea syndrome, sleepwalking, or REM sleep behavior disorder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;         &lt;h2  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reasons For Somniloquy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;         &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Children seem to be prone to it, especially if they sleepwalk too. Some people carry on whole conversations, while others just mutter and make other sounds. If the frequency of sleep talking is bothering the family and disturbing sleep for others, there are some things you can keep in mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reduce the strain and anxiety levels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep to a regular schedule of going to bed and getting up at the same time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't eat a heavy meal right before bedtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make sure the sleep talker gets plenty of sleep every night, someone who is sleep deprived is more likely to sleep talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If an event occurs, make sure the sleep talker is safe and gently soothe them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;         &lt;h2  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somniloquy Cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;         &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somniloquy can be very troublesome to other family members. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are a few tips to help reduce nighttime talking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;ol  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reduce stress levels as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Follow proper sleep hygiene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Avoid heavy meals before bedtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Get enough rest: sleep deficit increases somniloquy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cosgan.de/images/midi/muede/b035.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source: http://www.sleepdisordersguide.com/topics/somniloquy.html&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/8378682755627268244-8845094617372094942?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8845094617372094942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=8845094617372094942' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/8845094617372094942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/8845094617372094942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleep-talking_11.html' title='Sleep Talking'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-6388967581670531852</id><published>2007-06-08T22:47:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T22:47:58.812+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Or the worse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Everything change for a reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;From the smiles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To frowns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With all the ups and downs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Letting go is the hardest thing to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Of the person you love the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But knowing in might be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Only for the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When you the one that caused all the pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wondering why she never left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When she's the one who should have said it's over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But your love for her won't let it go on forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Because she deserve everything that she giving you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That you never return &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All you can do now is walk away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And hold on to the memory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Because you thought being together might make you strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But now realize you must have been wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Because everything you do turn out to be wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wishing there were something you could do or say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But you not sure she would even consider another day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But yet why should she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When you did wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As you try to let go of her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But at night she fill your mind so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;All you can do is cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And awake the next day with her still on your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But you should have known it was coming to an end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When you start getting that feeling inside that you about to lose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But like someone said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Love start with a smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Grows with a kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And end in a tear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Which is so true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Because I guess who all love must part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When things been wrong for so long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And letting go is the best....&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/8378682755627268244-6388967581670531852?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6388967581670531852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=6388967581670531852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/6388967581670531852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/6388967581670531852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-3751522206710578072</id><published>2007-06-08T14:03:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T01:53:26.730+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Swept Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 13px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/-3dDSy7ixoo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 13px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/-3dDSy7ixoo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial;" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-3dDSy7ixoo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-3dDSy7ixoo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I never had anything happen so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took one look and I shattered like glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess I let it show 'cause your smile told me you knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That you're everything I ever wanted at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's no holding this heart when it knows what it wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I never wanted anything more than to know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was swept away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No one in the world but you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gotta find a way to make you feel the way that I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was swept away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Without a warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like night when the morning begins the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was swept away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And so it begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This journey of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The summer wind carries us to places all our own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The words of a look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The language of touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The way that you want me means so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I never wanted anything more than to love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seeing my tomorrows in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was swept away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope I wake up soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm a victim of that crazy moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The very first time you said my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I knew it would never sound the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Something about me is changed forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;* To my special someone... Love you mahal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/8378682755627268244-3751522206710578072?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3751522206710578072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=3751522206710578072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/3751522206710578072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/3751522206710578072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-never-had-anything-happen-so-fast-i.html' title='Swept Away'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-1749038397431828168</id><published>2007-06-07T20:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:48:15.089+03:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="" 8pt="" height="" 100=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of funny&lt;br /&gt;When you think about it&lt;br /&gt;The people that walk in your heart&lt;br /&gt;The ones that stay&lt;br /&gt;The ones that go&lt;br /&gt;Some encounters are so quick&lt;br /&gt;And others stay for awhile&lt;br /&gt;The impact may be small&lt;br /&gt;So that you don't even notice a difference&lt;br /&gt;But others you can't forget&lt;br /&gt;Because they changed your direction on the road&lt;br /&gt;There's ones that you may welcome&lt;br /&gt;And hope they make a home&lt;br /&gt;There's ones that make holes&lt;br /&gt;But from that you learn and grow&lt;br /&gt;From my life what I have gathered&lt;br /&gt;Is there are two people I will know&lt;br /&gt;Ones that stay&lt;br /&gt;And ones that go&lt;br /&gt;So, my heart will remain open&lt;br /&gt;And what you choose is up to you&lt;/span&gt;&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/8378682755627268244-1749038397431828168?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1749038397431828168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=1749038397431828168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/1749038397431828168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/1749038397431828168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/2-choices.html' title='2 Choices'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-7875516897448063034</id><published>2007-06-07T18:17:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:47:26.144+03:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  class="entry" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peter and Tina are sitting in the park doing nothing, but just gazing into the sky, while all their friends are having fun with their beloved half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tina:&lt;/b&gt; I’m so bored. Just wish I have a boyfriend now to spend time with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peter:&lt;/b&gt; I guess we’re the only leftovers. We’re the only person who isn’t with a date now. (both sighed in silence for a while)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tina:&lt;/b&gt; I think I have a good idea. Let’s play a game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peter:&lt;/b&gt; Eh? What game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tina:&lt;/b&gt; Eem.. It’s quite simple. You’ll be my boyfriend for 100 days and I’ll be your girlfriend for 100 days. what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peter:&lt;/b&gt; Okay.. Anyway I don’t have any plans for the next few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tina:&lt;/b&gt; You sound like you aren’t looking forward to it at all. Cheer up. Today will be our first day and our first date. Where should we go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peter:&lt;/b&gt; What about a movie? I heard that there is a really great movie in theater now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tina:&lt;/b&gt; Seems like I don’t have any better idea than this. Let’s move. (went to watch some movies and sent each other home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Tina went to a concert together, and Peter bought Tina a keychain with a star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went shopping together for a friend’s birthday present. Share an ice-cream together and hugged each other for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 7:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter drove Tina up onto a mountain and they watched the sunset together. When the night came and the moon glowed, they said sat on the grass gazing at the stars together. A meteor passed by. Tina mumbled something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 25:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend time at a theme park, rode roller coasters, ate hotdogs and a cotton candy. Peter and Tina got in the haunted house and Tina grabbed someone else’s hand instead of Peter’s hand by accident. They laughed together for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 67:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They drove pass a circus and decided to get in to watch the show. The midget asked Tina to play a part as his assistant in the magic show. Went around to see other entertainments around after the show. Came to a fortune teller and she just said “Treasure every moment from now on” and a tear rolled down the fortune teller’s cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 84:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina suggested that they go to the beach. The beach wasn’t so crowded that day. They had their first kiss just as the sun was setting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 99:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to have a simple day and decided to have a walk around the city. They sat down on a bench.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1:23 pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tina:&lt;/b&gt; I’m thirsty. Let’s rest for a while first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peter:&lt;/b&gt; Wait here while I go buy some drinks. What would you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tina:&lt;/b&gt; Eem…Apple juice will be just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1:43 pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina waited for about 20 minutes and Peter haven’t returned. Then someone walked up to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stranger:&lt;/b&gt; Is your name Tina?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tina:&lt;/b&gt; Yes, and may I help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stranger:&lt;/b&gt; Just now down the street a drunk driver has crashed into a guy. I think it’s your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tina ran over to the spot with the stranger and sees Peter lying on the floor with blood over his face and her apple juice still in his hands. The ambulance came and she went to the hospital with Peter. Tina sat outside the emergency room for five and a half hours. The doctor came out, and made a sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11:51 pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doctor:&lt;/b&gt; I’m sorry, but we did the best we could. He is still breathing now but God would take him away from us very soon. We found this letter inside his pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The doctor handed over the letter to Tina and she goes into the room to see Peter. He looked weak but peaceful. Tina read the letter and then she burst into tears. This is what the letter had said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tina, our 100 days is almost over. I had fun with you during all these days. Although you may be greedy sometimes and less thoughtful, but these all brought happiness into my life. I have realized that you are a really beautiful girl and blamed myself for never taking the time to know that. I have nothing much to ask for, but I just wish that we can extend this day. I want to be your boyfriend forever and wish that you can be beside me all the time. Tina, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11:58 pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tina:&lt;/b&gt; (sobbing) Peter. Did you know what was the wish I made on the night there was a meteor. I asked God to let us last forever. We were supposed to last 100 days so Peter! You can’t leave me! I LOVE YOU, but can you come back to me now? I love you Peter. I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As the clock struck twelve, Peter’s heart stopped beating. It was 100 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378682755627268244-7875516897448063034?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7875516897448063034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=7875516897448063034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/7875516897448063034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/7875516897448063034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/100-days.html' title='100 Days'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-1842925489117591577</id><published>2007-06-07T14:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:47:51.305+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kainis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  class="postcolor" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 100%;font-size:85%;" &gt;tanghaling tapat may kumatok sa pinto ko. isang babae nakita ko pamilyar ang ayos pamilyar ang tono ng boses. nakayuko humihikbi at ang luha pumapatak. tinanong ako pwede bang pumasok at pinapasok kita. niyakap mo ako at humingi ng pasensya sabi mo ayaw mo akong iwan naging marupok ka lang at nalito sa desisyon mo. tinanong kita kung bakit. ayaw mong sumama sa kanya at ndi ka masaya sa kanya ang sinagot mo lang sakin. mahal mo pa din ako sabi mo at ako ang gusto mo akong makasama. tahimik lang ako pero sa loob ko masaya ako saya na hindi mo makikita sakin. pinaupo kita, binigyan ng tubig, pinunasan ang luha kasama pati sipon at inalo. para kang bata na nagsumbong sakin lahat ng hinanakit at galit mo sa kanya sinabi mo sakin at ako... ako na iniwan mo parang gago na nakatingin lang at nakikinig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinanong kita kung mahal mo siya titig mo lang yung sinagot mo at ako parang si jojo acuin na hinuluan kung ano yung nasa utak mo. gusto ko ulit magtanong pero natigilan ako ayaw kitang pahirapan ayaw na kitang masaktan. kinuwentuhan kita na kahit alam kong para akong si April Boy Regino na puno ng kakornihan sa katawan ginawa ko para lang mapatawa kita. tinanong ko kung masaya ka ba sakin tango lang ang sagot mo na ndi ko pa din alam kung oo ba yun o nangangalay lang yung leeg mo sa pagkakayuko. pinaalala ko yung mga maganda nating pinagsamahan yung mga tawanan ung mga kulitan at hagikgikan na tanging tayo lang malamang ang nakakaalam nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mahal mo pa ba ako?" yan ang tinanong ko sayo ngumiti ka lang at sinabi mong walang araw na hindi mo ako minahal. tinanong kita kung bakit mo ako iniwan kung mahal mo ako iyak lang ang sinagot mo at nag isip ulit ako kung anong ibig sabihin ng luha na yun. kung maganda ba o trip mo lang talagang umiyak para ndi mo masagot yung 1million dollar question ko. kaya para ndi ako mapahiya ng tuluyan ndi na lang ako sumagot pero lumapit ka at halik lang sa pisngi ang binigay mo na akala ko sa lips kainis ndi pa dun!(oopppss.. teka si neyborhud nagbibihis ulit! hehehe.... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok balik tayo sa kwento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 oras ka ding nagtigil sa bahay.... iyak... ngiti... ngiti... iyak... yan lang ang ginawa mo na akala ko malapit na ka ng ma aning aning!&lt;br /&gt;nagulat na lang ako sa isang malakas na katok sa pinto. tinatawag ang pangalan mo. sa tono ng boses parang galit na galit parang gustong pumatay ng mga talunang kabayo sa karera. (ganyan kapitbahay ko na parang gustong patayin yung kabayo at hinete kasi natalo nya yung pang ulam nila) isang malakas na sipa sa pinto ang ginawa nya na kala mo isang action star na hinahabol ng sandamakmak na kalaban. tinatawag ka pinapalapit ka pero ayaw mo na sabi mo at gusto mong ako yung makasama mo. sa galit ng lalaki may binunot sa bulsa habang papalapit satin. galit na galit! sinisigaw ang pangalan ko! "BHONG!!! BHONG!!!" sa takot pumikit ako at pagsilip ko nagulat na lang ako isang kamay na may hawak ng pera ang bumulaga sakin. "ANO KA BA! KANINA PA AKO SIGAW NG SIGAW SAYO TULOG KA PA! YUNG PERA MO! KUNIN MO NA!" anak ng...*toottt *ttoootttt... panaginip lang pala yun at nanay ko yung tumatawag. buset!!! kala ko nagbalik ka na sakin hindi pa din pala! kainis hanggang panaginip iniwan mo pa din ako!!! ay heyt yu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;70% jan yung totoo at 25% yung kalokohan at 5% yung pagsilip ko k neyborhud na tinawag ako at magbibihis na daw sya! hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/8378682755627268244-1842925489117591577?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1842925489117591577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=1842925489117591577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/1842925489117591577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/1842925489117591577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/tanghaling-tapat-may-kumatok-sa-pinto.html' title='Kainis'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-8164925329268347801</id><published>2007-06-07T14:12:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:46:37.882+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Is God True?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 100%; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the&lt;br /&gt;problem science has with God, The Almighty. He asks one of his new Christian students to stand and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: You are a Christian, aren't you, son?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God all-powerful?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;(Student is silent.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student :Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is Satan good?&lt;br /&gt;Student : No.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;Student : From...God...&lt;br /&gt;Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So who created evil?&lt;br /&gt;(Student does not answer.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;Student :Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So, who created them?&lt;br /&gt;(Student has no answer.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?&lt;br /&gt;Student : No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;br /&gt;Student : No , sir.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelled your&lt;br /&gt;God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;br /&gt;Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student : And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Student : No sir. There isn't.&lt;br /&gt;(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat,&lt;br /&gt;superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the&lt;br /&gt;absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;br /&gt;Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Student : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of&lt;br /&gt;something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death&lt;br /&gt;as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me,professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;br /&gt;(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)&lt;br /&gt;Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?&lt;br /&gt;(The class is in uproar.)&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?&lt;br /&gt;(The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;br /&gt;Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the  Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelled it?.....No one appears to have done so. So,according to the established rules of empirical, stable,demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect,sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?&lt;br /&gt;(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)&lt;br /&gt;Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;Student : That is it, sir.. The link between man &amp; god is FAITH.&lt;br /&gt;That is all that keeps things moving &amp;amp; alive.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8378682755627268244-8164925329268347801?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8164925329268347801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=8164925329268347801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/8164925329268347801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/8164925329268347801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-god-true.html' title='Is God True?'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-218544823429341144</id><published>2007-06-07T07:37:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:45:50.287+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Permission To Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="entry"&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Hanoch McCarty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alone in the wheel of light at the dining room table, surrounded by an otherwise darkened house, I sat in tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, I’d succeeded in getting both kids to bed. A relatively new single parent, I had to be both Mommy and Daddy to my two little children. I got them both washed, accompanied by shrieks of delight, crazy running around, laughing and throwing things. More or less calmed down, they lay in their beds as I gave each the prescribed five minutes of back rubs. Then I took up my guitar and began the nighttime ritual of folk songs, ending with “All the Pretty Little Horses,” both kids’ favorite. I sang it over and over, gradually reducing the tempo and the volume until they seemed fully engaged in sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A recently divorced man with full custody of his children, I was determined to give them as normal and stable a home life as possible. I put on a happy face for them. I kept their activities as close to how they had always been as I could. This nightly ritual was just as it had always been with the exception that their mother was now missing. There, I had done it again; another night successfully concluded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had risen slowly, gingerly, trying to avoid making even the least sound which might start them up again, asking for more songs and more stories. I tiptoed out of their room, closed the door part way, and went downstairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sitting at the dining room table, I slumped in my chair, aware that this was the first time since I came home from work that I’d been able to just sit down. I had cooked and served and encouraged two little ones to eat. I had done the dishes while responding to their many requests for attention. I helped my oldest with her second grade homework and appreciated my youngest’s drawings and oohed over his elaborate construction of Lego blocks. The bath, the stories, the backrubs, the singing and now, at long last, a brief moment for myself. The silence was a relief, for the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then it all crowded in on me: the fatigue, the weight of the responsibility, the worry about bills I wasn’t sure I could pay that month. The endless details of running a house. Only a short time before, I’d been married and had a partner to share these chores, these bills, these worries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And loneliness. I felt as though I were at the bottom of a great sea of loneliness. It all came together and I was at once lost, overwhelmed. Unexpected, convulsive sobs overtook me. I sat there, silently sobbing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just then, a pair of little arms went around my middle and a little face peered up at me. I looked down into my five-year-old son’s sympathetic face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was embarrassed to be seen crying by my son. “I’m sorry, Ethan, I didn’t know you were still awake. “I don’t know why it is, but so many people apologize when they cry and I was no exception. “I didn’t mean to cry. I’m sorry. I’m just a little sad tonight.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“It’s okay, Daddy. It’s okay to cry, you’re just a person.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can’t express how happy he made me, this little boy, who in the wisdom of innocence, gave me permission to cry. He seemed to be saying that I didn’t have to always be strong, that it was occasionally possible to allow myself to feel weak and let out my feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He crept into my lap and we hugged and talked for a while, and I took him back up to his bed and tucked him in. Somehow, it was possible for me to get to sleep that night, too. Thank you, my son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8378682755627268244-218544823429341144?l=elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/feeds/218544823429341144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8378682755627268244&amp;postID=218544823429341144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/218544823429341144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8378682755627268244/posts/default/218544823429341144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elycoypalaboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/permision-to-cry.html' title='Permission To Cry'/><author><name>eLycoypaLaboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678389508811493076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://files.photojerk.com/elycoy/LoveWallpaper.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378682755627268244.post-7890516755964210646</id><published>2007-06-07T07:29:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:46:10.659+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Am I Crying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate thinking these things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;feeling these feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it makes me hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and it makes me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i don't wanna try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;to be tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;cause im not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm not gonna lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;to be ignored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;by someone you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and someone you hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm gonna cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;in the thoughts i create&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;of you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and asking myself why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;does it have to be this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span 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