<?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-30336835</id><updated>2011-04-22T14:18:29.553+10:00</updated><category term='Wisdom'/><category term='enlightenment'/><category term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>It's ironic !</title><subtitle type='html'>Personal refelections on life events and its irony through, humour, sarcasm and poetry...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-8088137763210936932</id><published>2007-08-18T12:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T13:15:10.205+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightenment'/><title type='text'>Food for thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The optimist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is right, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the pessimist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is right; the one differs from the other as the light from the dark. Each is right from his own particular point of view, and this point of view is the determining factor in the life of each. It determines as to wether it is a life of impotence, of peace or of pain,of success or of failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The optimist has the power of seeing things in their entirety and in their right relations. The pessimist looks from a limited and a one sided point of view. The one has his understanding illumined by wisdom, the understanding of the other is darkened by ignorance ! "      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;( Ralph Waldotrine - 1995 )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-8088137763210936932?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/8088137763210936932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=8088137763210936932' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/8088137763210936932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/8088137763210936932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2007/08/food-for-thoughts.html' title='Food for thoughts'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-7084871439129592285</id><published>2007-02-04T11:37:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:21:30.514+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet melody</title><content type='html'>Hearing your voice in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Is a sweet melody I long to listen to&lt;br /&gt;When I first wake....&lt;br /&gt;It eases my pain and sweetens my longing for you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we be together again&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just a dream ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I not paid my dues&lt;br /&gt;And filled the dried river bank with my tears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is destiny going to hang on to you,&lt;br /&gt;My most precious jewel, and not hand you back ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my punishment going to be deprivation&lt;br /&gt;of your mesmerising face for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;While others unknowingly savour it and&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious of their luck ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-7084871439129592285?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/7084871439129592285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=7084871439129592285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/7084871439129592285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/7084871439129592285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2007/02/sweet-melody.html' title='Sweet melody'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-116150473409182024</id><published>2006-10-22T18:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T14:05:16.763+11:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ Tiesto</title><content type='html'>One of my favourite. If you you're a raver like me then you got to see his show !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/18FENzLxiWg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/18FENzLxiWg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-116150473409182024?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/116150473409182024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=116150473409182024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/116150473409182024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/116150473409182024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/10/dj-tiesto.html' title='DJ Tiesto'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-116091204209593113</id><published>2006-10-15T21:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:13:08.756+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocracy !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweetim.com/simiebar/content/emoticons/00020066.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocracy and ignorance is taking the shallow minded by a storm !&lt;br /&gt;Sound judgment like low tide, is sinking low and I have to bear the consequences till it comes to pass! My only consolation is that my present will be my past !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-116091204209593113?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/116091204209593113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=116091204209593113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/116091204209593113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/116091204209593113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/10/hypocracy.html' title='Hypocracy !'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-116090047302548580</id><published>2006-10-15T18:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T20:37:45.346+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My first shots !</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-8a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="475" height="375" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="site=widget-8a.slide.com&amp;channel=72057594045265802&amp;amp;cy=bl&amp;il=1" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 475px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a style="VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle" href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=72057594045265802&amp;cy=bl&amp;amp;tt=11" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8a.slide.com/h2/72057594045265802/bl_t011_v000_a000_f00/images/slide3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-116090047302548580?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/116090047302548580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=116090047302548580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/116090047302548580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/116090047302548580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-first-shots.html' title='My first shots !'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115941348544157993</id><published>2006-09-28T13:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T12:39:45.146+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Plato's famous quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/Plato.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/320/Plato.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Democracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... is a charming form of government, full of variety and disorder; and dispensing a sort of equality to equals and unequals alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="a_5" style="COLOR: #ff6600" href="http://columbia.thefreedictionary.com/Plato" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  (427 BC-347 BC)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115941348544157993?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115941348544157993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115941348544157993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115941348544157993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115941348544157993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/09/platos-famous-quote.html' title='Plato&apos;s famous quote'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115823922891651208</id><published>2006-09-14T20:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T12:35:23.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Worse driver award....</title><content type='html'>I hear men often complaining about women driving ! Are we that bad really ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;l&gt;&lt;/l&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/girldriver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/200/girldriver2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " A WOMAN WAS CONFUSED BETWEEN THE SUBWAY AND A PARKING, VERY NORMAL. TWO HOURS LATER THE POLICE CLEARED THE ENTRANCE." - 1st remark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/girldriver4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/200/girldriver4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;- see remark &lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/200/girldriver3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " YES, IT'S A WOMAN" - 2nd remark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/girldriver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/200/girldriver1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " DON'T ASK ME HOW SHE DID IT " - 3rd remark -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this guy has serious issues and is in need of immediate therapy ! ... (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW LET'S TAKE A LOOK AT THE OTHER SIDE !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/Cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/200/Cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweety, what have you got to say about THIS one ? It's a male driver !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/great%20shutter%20speedwrongbutton1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/200/great%20shutter%20speedwrongbutton1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a MAN pilot and here is what he said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh ! Sorry, I pressed the wrong button ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/great%20shutter%20speedwrongbutton2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/200/great%20shutter%20speedwrongbutton2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't panic, it's only a missile !...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/great%20shutter%20speedUN_fairford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/200/great%20shutter%20speedUN_fairford.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's another MAN pilot !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the award goes to ..... :) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb096_ZC&amp;amp;utm_id=7924" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115823922891651208?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115823922891651208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115823922891651208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115823922891651208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115823922891651208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/09/worse-driver-award.html' title='Worse driver award....'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115805500027535426</id><published>2006-09-12T19:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T20:38:14.290+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mon petit chou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/200/tears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, soon, there will be no more pain.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, soon, indifference I'll gain.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, soon, I'll be whole again.&lt;br /&gt;Your presence and absence will all be same !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow, who' s been a comforting friend,&lt;br /&gt;Is leaving me now to an empty frame.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of union, how I hoped in vain,&lt;br /&gt;From abstinence could no longer remain !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days on end, my heart called out your name,&lt;br /&gt;From deprivation could not sustain.&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned and alone in my desolate terrain,&lt;br /&gt;I pray your fit and well in your new domain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I yearned to see your beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;and anticipated the melody of your voice&lt;br /&gt;Helplessly waited as the days turned to years&lt;br /&gt;For unfulfilled promises still to manifest ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115805500027535426?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115805500027535426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Quote of the month !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweetim.com/simiebar/content/emoticons/000200C0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We reborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; into this world&lt;br /&gt;every time &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we wake;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;daily the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;make a new start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;live a new life !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:function 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115648519095433024</id><published>2006-08-25T14:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T18:17:46.920+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You got to be kidding me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweetim.com/simiebar/content/emoticons/0002006A.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logged on Skype, this guy from Norway invited me for a chat ! Me, being the accommodating type, I accepted. We got on well and had a lot of common interest. I liked our chat. There was no personal questions, just 2 people exchanging information and opinions in general with seemingly no ulterior motive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was grrrrreat ! I couldn't believe my luck. I finally found a platonic relationship with the opposit sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a DJ. We listened to similar genre of music, Dance Trance, Techno trance, Techno ambient, Electronica, New age, and Techno jazz . I was tickled pink by his delight when I introduced him to Deep soul !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also confabbed about fashion. He's a Dolci &amp; Gabana boy while I favour Roberto Cavalli's couture. We both loved the unforgettable Lacroix, Moschino, Armani, Versace, Gucci, Christian Dior, Louis Vutton, and occasionally some of Chanel and Yve St Laurent haute couture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of the blue, he said; " &lt;strong&gt;I'm gay&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perplexed I replied ; " &lt;strong&gt;and......"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" You don't mind?"&lt;/strong&gt; : he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"NO! What's the big deal ! ":&lt;/strong&gt; I retorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm so relieved !&lt;/strong&gt; " : he replied back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't fantom what he was getting at, nor how his sexuality has anything to do with our chitchat !?!? I didn't fuss and we continued our chin-wag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were getting on like a house on fire till he said : " &lt;strong&gt;I want to touch&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;you.."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My God, I finally realised he's mistaken me for a HE ! Suddenly the earlier conversation made sense. My heart sank. I was in shock ! Mayday, mayday MAJOR communication breakdown and I can't figure out a smooth landing !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored his message. He picked up on it pretty quick, that is the' ignoring' bit! Then he send me a laughing smiley !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt he was hurt and that in turn increased my anguish ! I did not want to hurt him nor his ego by making him think I rejected his offer ! By the same token, I was worried that if cleared the gender misunderstanding, he might loose face, and not want to talk to me ! He was a good chat buddy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really have to shatter his dreams ?!?! Why do things have to get so complicated ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally said : "&lt;strong&gt;I think hotmail is frozen !&lt;/strong&gt; ". I changed the subject pretty quick and left it at that ! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:function p(){if(document.all){if(!document.selection) {return('')}r=document.selection.createRange();return(r.htmlText)}else{var g=window.getSelection();if(!gg.rangeCount&lt;=0){return('')}r=g.getRangeAt(0);return(r)}}location.href='http://blinkbits.com/bookmarklets/save.php?v=1&amp;source_url='+encodeURIComponent(location.href)+'&amp;amp;title='+encodeURIComponent(document.title)+'&amp;rss_feed_url='+'&amp;amp;body='+encodeURIComponent(p())"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blinkbits.com/images/savetoblinkbits_button.gif" alt="save_to_blinkbits" border="0" height="17" width="91" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115648519095433024?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115648519095433024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115648519095433024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115648519095433024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115648519095433024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-got-to-be-kidding-me.html' title='You got to be kidding me...'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115642754109463538</id><published>2006-08-24T21:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T18:18:15.066+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooops !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweetim.com/simiebar/content/emoticons/000200A2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I met this awesome chick who happens to be an IT guru. She seems to know her stuff well which I found to be a 'turn on'. Not many chicks are into that sort of thing and it was refreshing to see one who is NOT a nerd and has a great sense of humour. She volunteered to help me out with a couple of technical problems I was having with my blog that evening on Skype. Real sweet of her to do so. Since I am an MSN user I had to download it. It was quick,easy and straightforward, I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing her virtual ID, I typed in her name in the search panel and it instantly popped up. So I sent her a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message said: “&lt;strong&gt;Hi Joe, is that&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;you ?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A speedy reply shot through; “&lt;strong&gt;Hi Pepe, how are you ?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Good, and you&lt;/strong&gt; ?”; I replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Not real good, the weather's been dry.”&lt;/strong&gt; : she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That’s odd I thought, we never talk about the weather !?!?! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ &lt;strong&gt;Isn’t it better though&lt;/strong&gt; ? ” ; I said thinking how I loathed the wet season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;We need the rain, and I can’t work outside. By the way, my deepest condolences&lt;/strong&gt; !” : she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First GARDENNING talk and now CONDOLENCES !?!?! Who died, I thought to myself. Is she talking about my ex ? He's not DEAD !?!?! Could she be alluding to our break-up ?!?! This conversation is getting interesting ! I decided to play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Thanks, it’s been difficult&lt;/strong&gt;”: I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“ &lt;strong&gt;You know what, let's talk over the phone, I’ll call you!”;&lt;/strong&gt; she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me !?!?! Why ? Am happy chatting on SKype I thought !!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Ok&lt;/strong&gt;”: I said sheepishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Not now though, I'm at work&lt;/strong&gt;." She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Still at work&lt;/strong&gt; ? “: I replied completely puzzled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, what's the time there ?”:&lt;/strong&gt; She asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh ?!?! The time 'THERE' !?!?! We live in the SAME city !?!?! Mayday… mayday, we have a SITUATION HERE !!! I am chatting with the wrong chick who happens to mistaken me for someone else! What the f....... !?!? Let’s get the ‘flock’ out of here I thought to myself, before the situation gets sticky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;It’s 9:30pm&lt;/strong&gt;” : I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;I’ll call you later after work, but it will be late !&lt;/strong&gt;” ; she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;OK&lt;/strong&gt;”; came my reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“You know what, I'll call you on Saturday. We can have a good chat !”:&lt;/strong&gt; she added&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“ Good idea, looking forward to it ! Got to go now, cheers ! ”&lt;/strong&gt; :I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be interesting to see the reaction of her mistaken identity on Saturday! …(LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:function p(){if(document.all){if(!document.selection) {return('')}r=document.selection.createRange();return(r.htmlText)}else{var g=window.getSelection();if(!gg.rangeCount&lt;=0){return('')}r=g.getRangeAt(0);return(r)}}location.href='http://blinkbits.com/bookmarklets/save.php?v=1&amp;source_url='+encodeURIComponent(location.href)+'&amp;amp;title='+encodeURIComponent(document.title)+'&amp;rss_feed_url='+'&amp;amp;body='+encodeURIComponent(p())"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blinkbits.com/images/savetoblinkbits_button.gif" alt="save_to_blinkbits" border="0" height="17" width="91" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115642754109463538?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115642754109463538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115642754109463538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115642754109463538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115642754109463538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/08/ooops.html' title='Ooops !'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115604722445110673</id><published>2006-08-20T14:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T18:18:43.776+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you cyber ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweetim.com/simiebar/content/emoticons/00020077.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While I was downloading some songs for my IPOD , I came across a chat-line ! I got curious and wanted to find out what the fuss was all about ! In no time I found myself chatting to 19 contacts simultaneously ! I was having a ' ball ' so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One particular contact from the UK invited me to view him on cam. Wrong move, he was uuuugly ! Everything about him, even his words started to come across as sleezy ! That after seeing him on cam of course !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started to heat up on HIS PLANET hence he decided to share it with me. Next thing I see is this MASSIVE hard-on protruding through his pants. What the F..... ?!?! No kidding, I would have easily mistaken it for a donkey's if I havent seen the guy on cam. Let me tell you, it was a fowl sight, and he he hasn't TAKEN OFF his pants YET !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;Did you like that&lt;/strong&gt; ?" ; he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My reply was a monkey character nodding his head with a big grin. That was nasty of me, but I couldn't help myself ! On the other hand, he should have thought about it before putting himself out there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;I am going to be doing something naughty and you cannot look. No peeking... &lt;/strong&gt;" ; he added .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey character appeared again as my answer while I'm thinking to myself, KNOCK YOURSELF OUT buddy, don't let me stop you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was flat out ROCKING HIS SOCKS OFF, I was busy chatting to this other OZ dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;Do you cyber&lt;/strong&gt; ?" : he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, who was clueless putting it mildly and had no idea what that meant, said: "&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, do you ?&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Do you like Cocks ?"&lt;/strong&gt; ; he shot out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is THIS cyber or was it something else ?!!! The 'boy' lacked style and imagination ! He was plain as boiled rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;Do you ?&lt;/strong&gt; ": came my reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to dampen the mood a bit. I have the UK freak turning blue in the face from jerking-off while this one wants to follow suit ! I should introduce them to each other, they might rock each other's socks !!! (LOL) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;Do you like sucking cocks ?":&lt;/strong&gt; he continued. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was obvious, the guy was on a mission. Alas, he was barking up the wrong tree ! The conversation was sooooo crude and lacking character ! I felt like saying go find yourself another looser to freak on with buddy, you sound like you got nothing going for you ! But no, I didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Instead I said : "&lt;strong&gt;This conversation is way too steamy for me, I'm getting out of here&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meanwhile Mr UK freak is sending me a nudge with a "&lt;strong&gt;Did you peek? You did, didn't you?"&lt;/strong&gt; message. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not getting a reply, he added: " &lt;strong&gt;Are you there ?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time I switched back and sent him the nodding monkey character again with a " g2g ". (Got to go )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Wait wait, don't go...&lt;/strong&gt;." read his message while I was signing out !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quite an experience I must say !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:function p(){if(document.all){if(!document.selection) {return('')}r=document.selection.createRange();return(r.htmlText)}else{var g=window.getSelection();if(!gg.rangeCount&lt;=0){return('')}r=g.getRangeAt(0);return(r)}}location.href='http://blinkbits.com/bookmarklets/save.php?v=1&amp;source_url='+encodeURIComponent(location.href)+'&amp;amp;title='+encodeURIComponent(document.title)+'&amp;rss_feed_url='+'&amp;amp;body='+encodeURIComponent(p())"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blinkbits.com/images/savetoblinkbits_button.gif" alt="save_to_blinkbits" border="0" height="17" width="91" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115604722445110673?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115604722445110673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115604722445110673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115604722445110673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115604722445110673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-you-cyber.html' title='Do you cyber ?'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115598920860738583</id><published>2006-08-19T21:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T18:19:34.283+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, I know it !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I have known it for a long time but I have only just EXPERIENCEND IT. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;NowI KNOW IT not only with my intellect, but with my eyes, with my heart, with my stomach." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hermann Hesse (1877-1962) - German-born Swiss Novelist, Poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You hear and read so much about deception wether it's through someone you know, politics, music, or litterature etc, and you think you know what its like till you become a victim. Then you truly grasp its full meaning and realise what the fuss is all about. It is only when you experience its devasting emotional consequences that you start to understand the reaction of its past victims !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At what cost though! Like burnt skin, it scars your soul till the day of reckonning and nothing you could do would fade it away! Alas, realisation comes at a price. There is nothing for nothing. Even nature obeys this invisible rule inscribed somewhere on the walls of the universe. Just like death, nothing can shield you from it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has its own law, just like the Law of gravity only its emotional. It gives you the truth you seek by peeling off the veil of innocence to reveal a dull and ugly reality devoid of colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My experience was so overwhelming that I felt it took a big chunk of me, perhaps more than I anticipated leaving me of balance. In return I acquired an understanding and an awareness of my surrounding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My energy and emotions have been chanelled to the outside world, as if my inner world has shut down leaving an echo of numbness traped deep within. Like an empty shell, I'm sitting on the fence watching others play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is this what wisdom is all about ? Maybe, I do not know !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:function p(){if(document.all){if(!document.selection) {return('')}r=document.selection.createRange();return(r.htmlText)}else{var g=window.getSelection();if(!gg.rangeCount&lt;=0){return('')}r=g.getRangeAt(0);return(r)}}location.href='http://blinkbits.com/bookmarklets/save.php?v=1&amp;source_url='+encodeURIComponent(location.href)+'&amp;amp;title='+encodeURIComponent(document.title)+'&amp;rss_feed_url='+'&amp;amp;body='+encodeURIComponent(p())"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blinkbits.com/images/savetoblinkbits_button.gif" alt="save_to_blinkbits" border="0" height="17" width="91" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115598920860738583?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115598920860738583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115598920860738583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115598920860738583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115598920860738583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/08/now-i-know-it.html' title='Now, I know it !'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115590141049666834</id><published>2006-08-18T21:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T18:20:12.446+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet agony - 'Ma douleur exquise'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/102842538_d7b5e2704b.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/400/102842538_d7b5e2704b.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A magique moment captured by -sels-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you felt - I have – a pain that you enjoyed ?&lt;br /&gt;Do they say about you, too: How strange he is! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- I was dying, and a special agony&lt;br /&gt;Filled my eager soul: dread and desire&lt;br /&gt;Anguish and expectation – no sense of revolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The closer I came to what would be the end,&lt;br /&gt;The sharper was my torment and the more welcome;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was wrenching free from the usual world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Connais-tu, comme moi, la douleur savoureuse,&lt;br /&gt;Et de toi fais-tu dire: ‘ Oh! L’homme singulier ! ’&lt;br /&gt;-J’allais mourir. C’était dand mon âme amoureuse,&lt;br /&gt;Désir mêlé d’horreur,un mal particulier;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Angoisse et vif espoir, sans humeur factieuse.&lt;br /&gt;Plus allait se vidant le fatal sablier,&lt;br /&gt;Plus ma toture était âpre et delicieuse;&lt;br /&gt;Tout mon Coeur s’arrachait au monde familier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Charles Beaudelaire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Les Fleurs du Mal&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just like music, Charles Beaudelaire's poemes soothe my anguished soul. They take me back to my adolescent days when I sought solace in poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:function p(){if(document.all){if(!document.selection) {return('')}r=document.selection.createRange();return(r.htmlText)}else{var g=window.getSelection();if(!gg.rangeCount&lt;=0){return('')}r=g.getRangeAt(0);return(r)}}location.href='http://blinkbits.com/bookmarklets/save.php?v=1&amp;source_url='+encodeURIComponent(location.href)+'&amp;amp;title='+encodeURIComponent(document.title)+'&amp;rss_feed_url='+'&amp;amp;body='+encodeURIComponent(p())"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blinkbits.com/images/savetoblinkbits_button.gif" alt="save_to_blinkbits" border="0" height="17" width="91" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115590141049666834?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115590141049666834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115590141049666834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115590141049666834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115590141049666834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/08/sweet-agony-ma-douleur-exquise.html' title='Sweet agony - &apos;Ma douleur exquise&apos;'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115586676037122094</id><published>2006-08-18T12:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T18:20:53.706+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Reincarnation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A glimpse through an artist window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Robby Garbett Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/189300548_e3c749a5e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/400/189300548_e3c749a5e1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/215282756_20a02bb8cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/400/208265444_d7799d5104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Robby Gareth's photo collection is as mesmerising and haunting as Charles Beaudelaire's poetrie. IF Charles Beaudelaire came back to life as a photographer he would come as Robby Garret. His photography stirs a whirland of emotions in me just like music and poetry. The world looks soo striking through his window. He has the gift of bringing out beauty in dull object and kindling an inner desire to aquire it just like Charles Beaudelaire gracefully paints boredom&lt;/span&gt; ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..Nothing is slower than the limping days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when under the heavy weather of the years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boredom, the fruit og glum indifference,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gains the dimension of eternity ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hereafter, mortal clay, you are no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;than a rock encircled by a nameless dread,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;an ancient sphinx omitted from the map,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;forgotten by the world, and whose fierce moods&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sing only to the rays of setting suns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:function p(){if(document.all){if(!document.selection) {return('')}r=document.selection.createRange();return(r.htmlText)}else{var g=window.getSelection();if(!gg.rangeCount&lt;=0){return('')}r=g.getRangeAt(0);return(r)}}location.href='http://blinkbits.com/bookmarklets/save.php?v=1&amp;source_url='+encodeURIComponent(location.href)+'&amp;amp;title='+encodeURIComponent(document.title)+'&amp;rss_feed_url='+'&amp;amp;body='+encodeURIComponent(p())"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blinkbits.com/images/savetoblinkbits_button.gif" alt="save_to_blinkbits" border="0" height="17" width="91" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115586676037122094?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115586676037122094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115586676037122094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115586676037122094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115586676037122094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/08/reincarnation.html' title='Reincarnation'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115580181211987935</id><published>2006-08-17T18:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T14:22:06.086+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/215033710_e988e9cd4d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" height="295" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/400/215033710_e988e9cd4d.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;An ethereal moment caught by -sel- . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No words could do justice to her talent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Struglling ashore in a sea of restlessness, anguish and sorrow I feel a deep longing for something that is mysterious to my conscience mind ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have so much to do yet to no avail. Forced to grief, my mind has shut down. A mental fatigue has slowly taking over me. How I wish for tomorrow to come and the night to take this feeling away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The last few weeks were full of struggle. They finally caught up with me, but that's okay. They say there's a time to laugh and a time to cry. I'll let nature take its course. Moments like these draw me to Khalil Gibran's philosophy on Joy and Sorrow;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was ofentimes filled with your tears.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how else can it be?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And is not the lute that soothes your spirit the very wood that was hollowed with knives ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you are sorrowful, look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I say unto you, they are inseparable. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Prophet - Khalil Gibran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115580181211987935?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115580181211987935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115580181211987935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115580181211987935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115580181211987935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-of-sorrow.html' title='A day of sorrow'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115303363047462887</id><published>2006-07-16T16:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T01:55:40.786+10:00</updated><title type='text'>To the one I love ' mon petit bebe'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/orchid.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/200/orchid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evertime you leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I still cry,&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears streaming down my face,&lt;br /&gt;As I follow you with my gaze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hollow feeling setting in,&lt;br /&gt;To sorrow I’m giving in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to move on,&lt;br /&gt;By tomorrow I'll be strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for now, let me grief&lt;br /&gt;Not for long, it'll be brief...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115303363047462887?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115303363047462887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115303363047462887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115303363047462887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115303363047462887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-one-i-love-mon-petit-bebe.html' title='To the one I love &apos; mon petit bebe&apos;'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115291072590116163</id><published>2006-07-15T06:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T12:26:00.276+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/blanc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/200/blanc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To both my cheating lover and deceitful friend !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no class,&lt;br /&gt;And she no honour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship's in the past&lt;br /&gt;My love is over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You buzz on lies,&lt;br /&gt;And on cheats you both thrive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is out&lt;br /&gt;It blew your cover,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now get the hell out,&lt;br /&gt;No need to bother...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115291072590116163?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115291072590116163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115291072590116163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115291072590116163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115291072590116163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-both-my-cheating-lover-and.html' title=''/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115288480951838988</id><published>2006-07-14T17:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:30:28.250+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The mighty slap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/appeared%20in%20galaxy%20nov%201953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/200/appeared%20in%20galaxy%20nov%201953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother nature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt your mighty slap,&lt;br /&gt;In my peak, when my world cracked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let out a cry of horror,&lt;br /&gt;when you pulled the rug from under...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripped of my rank and fame,&lt;br /&gt;with no possessions to my name&lt;br /&gt;To be draped in a cloak of shame,&lt;br /&gt;My pride and ego slain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the blow of your punch,&lt;br /&gt;For what I had did not staunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struck with despair and pain,&lt;br /&gt;I ran to my friends in vain,&lt;br /&gt;When my blood turned in disdain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart gripped with fear,&lt;br /&gt;I wished for death to come near,&lt;br /&gt;As my foes threw their spear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For days on end with no shelter,&lt;br /&gt;I felt the cold and hunger,&lt;br /&gt;A world free from laughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till a day came by,&lt;br /&gt;With its clear blue sky,&lt;br /&gt;Lifted my spirit high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised on the spot,&lt;br /&gt;That my wits I still got,&lt;br /&gt;and a plan I must plot !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips parted a smile,&lt;br /&gt;That I havent seen in a while,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gathererd my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;And through thick thin I fought,&lt;br /&gt;To achieve the outcome sought !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but steadily,&lt;br /&gt;I rose from my misery,&lt;br /&gt;Heading towards victory ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a flash suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;What was unclear to me,&lt;br /&gt;Was no longer a mystery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was cruelty,&lt;br /&gt;was an act of kindness towards me...&lt;br /&gt;Since a philosopher I aspired to be&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing, it comes with a fee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found compassion and understanding,&lt;br /&gt;Which in the past I was lacking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contempt and appreciation,&lt;br /&gt;I've experienced the meaning...&lt;br /&gt;while with patience am still struggling....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115288480951838988?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115288480951838988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115288480951838988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115288480951838988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115288480951838988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/07/mighty-slap.html' title='The mighty slap'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115260874498207043</id><published>2006-07-11T19:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:32:38.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The dedicated miner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweetim.com/simiebar/content/emoticons/00020066.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving one day, I stopped at a red light. Checking out other drivers, I noticed a driver on the right lane [FULL ON] " picking " his nose ! Let me tell you, he looked like he was on a mission ! The guy was going for "GOLD", no doubt about THAT ! The whole index was up his nose ! I felt like saying " You're right there ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've never seen so much dedication in my life ! Like a miner in a gold mine only with more determination ! You'd think there's a time and a place ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The guy was sooooo engrossed by what he was doing, that he didn't notice the green arrow till a hail of angry honks put an abrupt halt to his action. Next thing I see, he lifts that same hand to give the "bird" to the drivers behind him before taking off !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder who will be the lucky bearer of his handshake !!! Uuuuuuuugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115260874498207043?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115260874498207043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115260874498207043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115260874498207043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115260874498207043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/07/dedicated-miner.html' title='The dedicated miner'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115260003699820808</id><published>2006-07-11T15:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T12:43:02.546+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude awakenning !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweetim.com/simiebar/content/emoticons/000200D6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a gay neighbour who is HOMOPHOBIC ! Yes, you heard me ! The poor soul has major "ISSUES" and needs SERIOUS counselling. He lives in the second highest gay populated country and CANNOT BE himself ?!!! Our month long Mardi Gras Festival is the biggest and the most sought event since 1978 gaining a worldwide reputation. Doesn't that tell you something ?!!!.... I wonder when he'll land on planet EARTH?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny bit is the poor soul musn't realise that the common wall between our bedrooms is NOT soundproof. And while his getting "jiggy" with his "flatmate" , the bed is working overtime banging the bloody wall at an ungodly hour and sending a spasm of vibrations throughout the whole building (so it felt) following each thud !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going back to my story, I got stuck one day going up the staircase when I noticed an unfriendly creepy crawley creature on the wall. Since I have a cocky phobea ( cockrrrrr), I screamed like there's no tomorrow when the damn thing decided to FLY... It was freakin huuuge, let me tell you... Luckily my neighbour heard me and came to my rescue! He flicked it to the floor like it was just a bug and STEPPED on "IT" !!! Why can't I DO THAT ?!! You have No IDEA, if he has issues I have BIGGER ones with these hideous creatures that I CAN'T get myself to say their name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the queen of "etiquette", I got him a little box of chocolate to thank him. He gave me this uncomfortable look, thinking I'm trying to hit on him !??? I felt like "huhhhhh" ?!!! Which planet do you come from "SWEETIE" !!! Slow down BOY, your EMOTIONS are getting WAY AHEAD of YOU !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, it was the " Bin Episode". I missed the bin night couple of times to find that he took his out and left MINE ! I've been putting his "wretched bin" out for the last 6 months !!! Does the word "common courtesy" ring a bell !??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the final straw "The Parking Episode". I offered him my parking space and that "Thank you" NEVER came !!! By then, my PATIENCE and GOOD WILL was OUT the window and in came my RAGE full throttle !!! That rude behaviour is NO LONGER acceptable !!! I had to remedy the situation IMMEDIATELY !!! So I wrote him a letter and pinned it to his door. It said the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear neighbour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am deeply sorry to break this disturbing piece of news but it is ME your neighbour and NOT SANTA who has been putting your bin out for the last 6 months !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed your vocabulary lacked the word “Thank You”, which is an expression of gratitude, NO MORE, NO LESS !!! By saying it following an act of kindness shown towards you, reflects "FINE BREEDING" and a great sense of "CLASS" !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding this "BON MOT" to your daily vocabulary is a must ! After all it’s an internationally acclaimed word even Bollywood uses it in their movies, why be an exception !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is disturbing to know in this day and age, there are still some people out there who are absolutely clueless of "etiquette" !!! For example: giving someone a box of chocolate as a “Thank you” gift to express one’s gratitude is a very NOBLE and GRAND GESTURE and does not HEAVENS FORBID imply a desire to get acquainted on ANY level !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly some poor unexposed souls do !...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confident however that in your situation it is a case of confusion of egalitarianism rather than obliviousness !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s contrive to display appreciation of these simple courtesies to keep them alive in our neighbourhood before they become EXTINCT like the Tasmanian tiger, shall we!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your efforts will not go unnoticed !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepe ( Apartment no. x)&lt;br /&gt;Your Neighbour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me tell you, IT WORKED !!! Ever since, I ve been showered with social niceties like " Good morning" " Thank you" " Please"...... and I love it ! purrrrrrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115260003699820808?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115260003699820808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115260003699820808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115260003699820808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115260003699820808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/07/rude-awakenning.html' title='Rude awakenning !'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115259500450918453</id><published>2006-07-11T14:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:48:20.286+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kruger's Wild Animal National Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweetim.com/simiebar/content/emoticons/000200BA.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sweet by nature till someone bursts my bubble. Then you see a nasty side of me but all within protocol of course. I don't resort to foul language as it is a sure sign of lack of wits and class, nor wait for confrontation as it entails stepping below one's level. I do it with style using the sweet and short, straight to the point technique via the sms medium, like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anthony !!! Your conduct displayed a breed that should be roaming free in the jungle rather than amidst a civilised society. You must be that wild animal Kruger's National Park reported missing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115259500450918453?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115259500450918453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115259500450918453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115259500450918453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115259500450918453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/07/krugers-wild-animal-national-park.html' title='Kruger&apos;s Wild Animal National Park'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115251656146555175</id><published>2006-07-10T16:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:05:15.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A fingered pudding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweetim.com/simiebar/content/emoticons/00020069.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading an article about Brangelina's baby bonanza in the 12th June 2006 Who [OZ]edition . Among the many pics including a couple of A4 sizes, I noticed some interesting comments that had me in stitches. And of course me being of a devious character, I felt compelled to share them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me give you a bit of a background. It was a four page article mostly filled with pics. However the article itself would have been around three paragraphs max. It described the location and birth of Angelina Jolie's newborn Shiloh in Namibia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the article, I kid you not, it had the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;By Michelle Tauber and Jennifer Wulff. Reported by Mary Green in New York, Sara Hammel and Pete Norman in London, Dee-ann Brown in Namibia, Peter Milkelbank in Paris, Courtney Rubin in Monaco and Kate Klisein Connecticut".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any more fingers left to be put in the pudding ?!! I mean there's plenty of room to squeeze few more names in this 1000 or so words article, don't you think!  &lt;strong&gt;(LOL) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115251656146555175?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115251656146555175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115251656146555175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115251656146555175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115251656146555175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/07/fingered-pudding.html' title='A fingered pudding'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115245308748998950</id><published>2006-07-09T23:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:51:17.203+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of  Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/pepe.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweetim.com/simiebar/content/emoticons/000200C0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/pepe.1.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To know men is to be wise; to know oneself is to be illuminated. To conquer men is to have strength; to conquer oneself is to be stronger still. And to know when you have enough is to be rich !... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very wise men said that, but for the life of me I can't remember who !....  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115245308748998950?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115245308748998950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115245308748998950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115245308748998950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115245308748998950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/07/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of  Wisdom'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115243284763900325</id><published>2006-07-09T17:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:49:51.600+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What a deal !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/36_33_2.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweetim.com/simiebar/content/emoticons/0002006E.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/CAOPQ3S3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of days ago, I received a letter from Telstra notifying me of some changes to my current plan. "Change" is a preferred terminology used by many enterprises instead of "increase". That word is sooo "démodé" in the marketing industry that I wont be surprised if it's on standbye to be "promoted" to the obsolete words dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are not familiar with the land of Down Under, Telstra happens to be one of the major communication companies here in OZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had couple of question marks and decided to raise them with their billing enquiries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Customer Service Consultant was more than happy to assist, and I must mention, did a brilliant job. Happy to put her expertise to use, she suggested a plan that she tought might be just perrrrrrrfect !...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the plan's feature was "unlimited call length for local calls".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come again ?!!! Have I heard that correctly ?!!!&lt;br /&gt;Probably not, I thought to myself, that can't be right.&lt;br /&gt;So I reiterated: " Unlimited call length for local calls, Wow that sounds good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" : she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And that is local calls from a landline of course ?": I stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes": she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she for real, I thought ?!!! What the f......@#?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Haven't local calls always been unlimited call length from a landline anyway? " : I went on like a crusader on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really wanted to say was "Do I sound like a goose to you ?!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an awkward silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yes, but a lot of people don't know and get all mixed up! " : she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhh, I see !" : I said coyly while rolling my eyes and for a split second I nearly lost my sight cause my eye balls wouldn't roll back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well am glad you've clarified it for me. I think I'll stick with my current plan !!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that phone call, she really made me think ! Surely people are not soooo gullible !&lt;br /&gt;I know there's a lot of mobile deals around but people would surely differentiate between mobile phone plans where calls are timed and landline plans where local calls are untimed.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to ask one of my collegues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you know that Telstra offered unlimited call length for local calls? : I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a good deal!" : came the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose she's right, there are some geese around !!!.... (LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115243284763900325?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115243284763900325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115243284763900325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115243284763900325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115243284763900325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-deal.html' title='What a deal !'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115241674409283618</id><published>2006-07-09T13:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:48:59.040+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Afflicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/vert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/320/vert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/vert.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/vert.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/979/3252/1600/vert.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afflicted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love I’m afflicted,&lt;br /&gt;And sorrow I’m injected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of my objection,&lt;br /&gt;I was tossed in a confrontation,&lt;br /&gt;Between my heart and my reasonning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside myself I sought negotiation,&lt;br /&gt;seeking peace, by pleasing both, was my motivation,&lt;br /&gt;to ease this hostile situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the same outcome is effected,&lt;br /&gt;A victorious loss is subjected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After days of endless torments strong reasoning,&lt;br /&gt;Halted my love from physically manifesting,&lt;br /&gt;But failed to stop the heartache from creeping…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh beloved of mine, though your voice,&lt;br /&gt;is filled with a heavy sigh that I trace,&lt;br /&gt;It still makes my heart from joy race…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both victims, you of your guilt and burden,&lt;br /&gt;And I of this affliction,&lt;br /&gt;Are still pretending,&lt;br /&gt;That one day we’ll have a happy ending…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You whisper in my ear,&lt;br /&gt;Empty words I long to hear,&lt;br /&gt;And as you're leaving you'll come near,&lt;br /&gt;To promise me to be back here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love, though with love am affected,&lt;br /&gt;My perception and judgement are not demented,&lt;br /&gt;Like an open book, your actions are easily predicted,&lt;br /&gt;And your every move has been noted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I choose to ignore it,&lt;br /&gt;It does not mean I don’t know it !...&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I can no longer prolong it ,&lt;br /&gt;The time has come for you to see it !...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115241674409283618?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115241674409283618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115241674409283618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115241674409283618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115241674409283618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/07/afflicted.html' title='Afflicted'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115150197136630241</id><published>2006-06-28T22:53:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T14:46:55.963+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia's Multicultural Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this country, especially it's multiculti !..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the train today sitting next to a woman in her late 50's, I think anyway. Since City Rail haven't had the courtesy of sticking to their scheduled timetable, I wasn't sure at which station I was meant to alight from. The train stopped at one of the main stations, and the well anticipated announcement never came through !!! The guard was too busy gawking at a couple of young girls !!! How lovely !???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused and agitated, I asked the woman sitting next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Will this train be terminating at .....? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I dunno ": was her reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the commuter sitting behind me knew and was generous enought to share that valuable piece of info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seizing this opportunity to "bitch" about City Rail Service, I said to the woman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you think the guard should have at least announced the train's next scheduled stops ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno ": she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They've increased the fare on the grounds of providing a better "service". I am yet to see it !!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno": she replied again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhhh ?!!! I wasn't expecting a reply !!! I thought to myself, this is getting interesting ! So I threw in an open question to snap her out this ridiculous answer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetly I asked: Do you normally commute by train ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno": came her reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" How long have you been in the country ?" : I went on like I'm on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno": She replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on ranting just to hear those two words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious! Keeping a straight face was a struggle, let me tell you. I guess, you had to be there to see the humour side of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's multiculti at work for you!... &lt;strong&gt;(LOL)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30336835-115150197136630241?l=pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/feeds/115150197136630241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30336835&amp;postID=115150197136630241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115150197136630241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30336835/posts/default/115150197136630241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pepe-itsironic.blogspot.com/2006/06/australias-multicultural-society.html' title='Australia&apos;s Multicultural Society'/><author><name>pepe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16091314806119163947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30336835.post-115142012863646750</id><published>2006-06-27T23:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:15:56.750+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sweetim.com/simiebar/content/emoticons/000200B8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetim.com/defaultie.asp?ref=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am all excited and anxious, posting my first of many editions to come !...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hopefully, if this "thing" works of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I nervous? Hell yeah!!! Dont ask me why though. This cocktail of emotions has subdued my logic at this very moment that I don't even know myself. So, I'll blame it on "that time of the month". Gee, it sounds so plausible that I'm starting to believe it myself. Don't you love being a woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note though, yes I do. I luuuv being a woman. More so, I luuuuv being "moi" [me in French] including the woman in me from head to toe, except of course for some little minor details such as height, weight etc,... LOL (laugh out loud) Just kidding !...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I be writing about ? Hmmmm, a bit of everything, from mundane to important issues. Philosophy, politics, poetry, fashion, health including personal life encounters and reflections etc,... You name it ! So stay tuned, I'll keep you posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warnings...these postings may contain "typing errors", grammar guidance may be recommended for some readers. 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