<?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-885227063693672395</id><updated>2011-09-21T14:48:33.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forever and a day...</title><subtitle type='html'>i love you always and forever</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-6318399095348473750</id><published>2011-08-08T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T01:43:38.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>se7en</title><content type='html'>Seven years ago, I promised to kiss you every chance I got -&lt;br /&gt;- whenever I get home from work,&lt;br /&gt;- when you get home from work,&lt;br /&gt;- before going to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;- when we wake up,&lt;br /&gt;- when we cook in the kitchen,&lt;br /&gt;- when the kids are around..&lt;br /&gt;- and especially when the kids are NOT around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven years had passed &amp;amp; I still kiss you every chance I got..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you! Happy Anniversary, Hon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-6318399095348473750?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6318399095348473750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=6318399095348473750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/6318399095348473750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/6318399095348473750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2011/08/se7en.html' title='se7en'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-2547977455392203037</id><published>2011-08-08T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T01:43:01.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>together 4 ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dn1rTFwWZ0Y/TjX2d1ccwKI/AAAAAAAACMs/67q_4M0URoI/s1600/tumblr_lov9trYw001qbygswo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dn1rTFwWZ0Y/TjX2d1ccwKI/AAAAAAAACMs/67q_4M0URoI/s400/tumblr_lov9trYw001qbygswo1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I am glad that you let me be myself.&amp;nbsp; I don't know that I could do that with anyone else without them thinking I am crazy. Maybe I am a little crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I just love having someone I can talk to, laugh with, cry with, and cause some trouble with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Honey, I appreciate your love, understanding, listening, humor, flexibility and energy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I know loving me is hard work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Happy anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-2547977455392203037?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/2547977455392203037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=2547977455392203037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/2547977455392203037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/2547977455392203037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2011/09/together-4-ever.html' title='together 4 ever'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dn1rTFwWZ0Y/TjX2d1ccwKI/AAAAAAAACMs/67q_4M0URoI/s72-c/tumblr_lov9trYw001qbygswo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-228217834177998718</id><published>2011-02-24T14:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T14:40:44.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GT: ﻿I would do anything for love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Kudos to Kim for a spanking new Girls Talk badge!! I really really like it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/category/girls-talk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/gt-button2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;really sassy, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;For the last Thursday of February, our topic is about those Things We'll Do for LOVE! Oh, i can hear the song from Meatloaf now -...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;and ﻿I would do anything for love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And you know it's true and that's a fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I would do anything for love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And there'll never be no turning back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truly, the topic about love always gets me giddy, starry-eyed, kilig and energized.. well, that's what i fel whenever i'm with my husband too! oh, there are a lot of things that I would definitely do for us, in the name of love.. and here are those things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7P3bCmvgAc/TWbdkniODYI/AAAAAAAACBo/wC-nbMD9Tec/s1600/Love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="144" l6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7P3bCmvgAc/TWbdkniODYI/AAAAAAAACBo/wC-nbMD9Tec/s320/Love.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I promise to kiss him every chance I got.. whenever I get home from work, when HE gets home from work, before going to sleep, when we wake up, when we cook in the kitchen, when the kids are around.. and especially when the kids are NOT around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not get angry whenever he gets hold of the remove control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give him the chance to watch his favorite sports channel and movies that are not to my liking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to compromise, as long as he also compromises. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will allow him to smoke, as long as he does it in private or at the office, where the kids don't see him.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to change clothes if he feels that I'm wearing something that might take other men's attention, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will allow him to spend at least once-a-month jame session with his barkada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will spend the rest of my mortal and immortal life with him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-228217834177998718?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/228217834177998718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=228217834177998718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/228217834177998718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/228217834177998718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2011/02/gt-i-would-do-anything-for-love.html' title='GT: ﻿I would do anything for love...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k316/kayedanda12/beautyqueengene/th_gt-button2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-7087677020125640219</id><published>2011-02-17T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:19:10.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheesy-ness!</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/"&gt;Girls Talk&lt;/a&gt; once again and this week - it's all about Cheese - I mean Cheesy / Mushy story.. and here is my share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recently concluded Valentine's Day brought me and my family closer and tighter. With my kids usual crazy antics &amp;amp; hubby's sweet gimmicks, my "Heart's Day" was definitely filled with love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have work on Valentine's, my family celebrated it on the eve. Hubby serenaded me with our official themesong "Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars - gosh, i've been hearing that song for a month now but i still get giddy with it, LOL. My two kids hugged and kissed me non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was surprised when Kyle put his hands on my face (blindfolded me) and there he was - mu husband - holding out three heart shaped balloons &amp;amp; flowers, kissed me in front of the kids and then all of us danced the night away (Bruno Mars still blaring from the CD Player)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.. that was really a simple gesture but super sweeet &amp;amp; cheesy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;thanks for reading my Valentine story... I'm excited to read yours too!! Happy &lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/"&gt;Girls Talk!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4vhKSI63LPU/TVxt_eup5iI/AAAAAAAACAQ/IZgLmufPDeE/s1600/gt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4vhKSI63LPU/TVxt_eup5iI/AAAAAAAACAQ/IZgLmufPDeE/s1600/gt.jpg" /&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/885227063693672395-7087677020125640219?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7087677020125640219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=7087677020125640219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/7087677020125640219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/7087677020125640219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2011/02/cheesy-ness.html' title='cheesy-ness!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4vhKSI63LPU/TVxt_eup5iI/AAAAAAAACAQ/IZgLmufPDeE/s72-c/gt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-9090395409039214829</id><published>2011-02-14T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:17:33.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy heart's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TVMPSipDgFI/AAAAAAAAB_k/hLYSIVsTqmM/s1600/087.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TVMPSipDgFI/AAAAAAAAB_k/hLYSIVsTqmM/s320/087.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/quotes/heartforyou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/quotes/heartforyou.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/quotes/misch014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/quotes/misch014.jpg" width="400" /&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/885227063693672395-9090395409039214829?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/9090395409039214829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=9090395409039214829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/9090395409039214829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/9090395409039214829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-hearts-day.html' title='happy heart&apos;s day'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TVMPSipDgFI/AAAAAAAAB_k/hLYSIVsTqmM/s72-c/087.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-4043360146115638773</id><published>2011-02-09T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T13:59:57.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nurturing your marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/quotes/Motorcycle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="799" width="589" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/quotes/Motorcycle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these simple steps and improve your marriage. Practicing these small steps will make a world of difference in your relationship with your spouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;Any relationship works only when you open your heart and convey your feelings to the other person. And this is specially necessary in marriage, where the husband and wife are said to be of one flesh and blood. An increased bank balance or a healthy sex life with your spouse loses does not mean much unless you two have a candid relationship. So make it a point to indulge in a heart-to-heart conversation with your partner, at least for half an hour each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know your spouse&lt;br /&gt;Most of us live married for years without actually knowing our partner. This is because most of us are too full of ourselves to pay attention to others. That's why, often we fail to recognize our mates properly and miss out little things about them till we come to know about them through some other source or when a third person points out those things. That fills us with guilt and often makes us jealous. But the truth is, you should spend more time with your partner and try to understand him/her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be on Time &lt;br /&gt;Being punctual is the greatest tip for people of both sexes. Be on time for your date. It's real bad manners on your part to turn up late and let your date wait anxiously. It makes you seem rude and an insincere person to have a relationship with. &lt;br /&gt;Listening&lt;br /&gt;Try to talk less and listen more. That way, you will discover your spouse's thoughts and feelings more and more. A recently conducted research shows that the average person listens for only seventeen seconds before interrupting with his/her own ideas. Probably you do it too. But you can improve it. Work to increase your listening span more and more. Practice looking at and paying attention to your spouse when he/she talks to you. Remember, listening begins with seeing and having eye contact with your patrner while having a conversation, shows that you are attentive to the words being spoken to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Bicker&lt;br /&gt;A lot of marriages head to the brink of seperation only because of constant bickering among the partners. Do you do so too? Just pause and think, how many times did you tell something to your spouse that you repented upon later and rued that you had better left it unsaid? Ignore the little things, and save the confrontations for the bigger problems. Whenever an argument arises, try to solve it peacefully. Even if you have to raise your voice, never lose temper and never let the thought of seperation cross your mind. No marriage is perfect and differences are part of any relationship, be itamong friends or family members or spouses. Tolerance, a little patience, understanding your partner's wishes and respecting his/her opinions are what are required for a smooth marriage life. Be gentle with one another and never go to bed angry with each another. This is harder on the both of you. Keep in mind that no problem is so big that you can't solve it together. No trouble is worth breaking your marriage over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate&lt;br /&gt;A common habit of most humans is to see only the negative qualities in their spouse and ignore the posive ones. But no relationship can benefit from constant criticizing and nitpicking. Try to appreciate whatever good you find in your partner and do so openly, vocally. Remember, all of us want a little appreciation in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk&lt;br /&gt;Communication is the key to a healthy marriage. Having a great relationship doesn't mean that things are always perfect. If you have problems, you need to talk about them, and work out a solution that is acceptable to both of you. Make sure that you have an open relationship with your spouse. That way, you will get to know what your partner's expectations are from you. Once you get to know, do not ignore those. Work on them. The little botherations of today can build up into something so big tomorrow, that you may not be able to solve them ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank your Partner&lt;br /&gt;Try to thank your partner now and then for everyday things like making a meal, taking out the garbage, cleaning the garage or buying the groceries. Common courtesies help a great deal in any relationship. Whatever duties your partner performs in a relationship, a thank you or a compliment can mean a lot. We all crave for some acknowledgement in life. Tell your spouse at some opportune moment, how much he/ she means to you. Acnowledgement is a great necessity in marriage; it fills the recipent with a sense of belonging and acts as an encouragement. If you're not used to doing this, you may need some time to really think about what life would be like without your partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh&lt;br /&gt;The couple that laughs together often, stays together always. Modern life has resulted in all of us being tensed and worried for some reason or another all the time. Laughter goes on to ease that. Try to make one another laugh everyday! Too much serious talking can leave you both stressed out, making you both grumpy. Joking and having a good laugh every now and then is necessary for a happy married life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share the reponsibilities&lt;br /&gt;The birth of a child often intensifies the stress in the household and creates a distance between husband and wife. Men normally tend to distance themselves from the entire situation, leaving the mother to feel alone and burdened with the responsibilty of rearing the child. This is a wrong approach, for bringing up a baby requires the sharing of feelings and responsibilities of both parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend time with each other&lt;br /&gt;Take a break and try to spend sometime with each other from time to time. This tends to keep the romance alive and provides both partners a welcome relief from the hassles of family life. Even if ytou have a baby, arrange for a babysitter, and enjoy time as a couple. Go out to dine together, watch a movie or enjoy some game that you both like. Leave aside all worries for sometime and enjoy life in the company of each other. You will be surprised at how refreshed you feel and these timeoffs will give you both a renewed energy and enthusiasm to face life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say "I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;I Love You. Just saying these magic words now and then can help you keep the flame of romance burning in your life. Try it often. You're feel a visible difference, not only in your marriage, but in your entire family as well. Remember, happy couples are the foundation for happy families!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-4043360146115638773?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4043360146115638773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=4043360146115638773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/4043360146115638773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/4043360146115638773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2011/02/nurturing-your-marriage.html' title='nurturing your marriage'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/quotes/th_Motorcycle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-1353871322338819802</id><published>2011-02-03T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:09:55.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TUndVYy_13I/AAAAAAAAB-U/lE2vYarJWis/s1600/Songs_273643967_0001.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="89" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TUndVYy_13I/AAAAAAAAB-U/lE2vYarJWis/s200/Songs_273643967_0001.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This month, I'm joining again&lt;strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://beautyqueengene.com/2011/02/gt-stupid-love/"&gt;Girls Talk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I am so happy to be back! February is a special month for me because it is my birth month! Yay! in a few days, i'll be turning --.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{Let's just say, I;ve just been evicted from the calendar, LOL}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anyway, I hope K wouldn't mind if I share a story about the stupidest thing I did for someone &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I used to love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.. yep, you read it right, i'd be talking about someone in my past.. Not that I don't have kinda-stupid moments with my hubby, but I chose this other most embarassing and really stupid thing I did before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;funny how it all started.. let's go back to the day where it all begun.. If I remember right, I have actually shared and posted &lt;a href="http://claire2kitty.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-most-embarrassing-moment.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this stupid moment here in my blog three years ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. So i'll just re-post this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itago na lang natin sya sa pangalang Axle. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{cue in Maalaala Mo Kaya themesong}&lt;/span&gt;LOL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometime in Feb, more than 7 years ago, I was single and available but there were at least two people who had already expressed their desires to court me, but I wasn't really interested because I was still reeling from a broken heart at that time. But I have been friends with my colleague and constant companion, Axle. Eventually, I didn't realize, i was actually falling hard for Axle due to our occasional walks together at a nearby park in our office, and we had constant exchange of IMs and text messages... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;one day, i could no longer hide my feelings.. i asked him if we could walk along the park at the back of our office.. he said yes, but we had to drop by the parking area because he had to get something from his car.. (i think he forgot his meal stub at that time)..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when we got to his car, i told him that we should stay there instead.. because the basking sun was about to come out and i didn't want to get a tan.. his car was parked on a nearby tree with large &amp;amp; thick leaves, which prevented the sun's rays from reaching us.. so we stayed inside his car..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he tuned in his CD player and my "Art of Letting Go" CD was playing.. {he borrowed that CD from me that morning}... the song Stay was playing..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nice song, noh?? bagay sa yo.. kasi nice ka.. hehehe"... that's what he said.. i blushed.. i didn't know what to say then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh, natahimik ka.. i thought you were about to tell me something?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there ... he asked for it... i knew i couldn't hide my feelings for him anymore, so i told him the truth..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said.. "Axle... i think, i like you..... oh shit.. who am i kidding.. I think i'm falling for you.. I think I'm in love with you.. "&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;here.. I said it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Axle's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped.. i thought he was going to strangle me.. i thought he was going to say, "Eww!" because that was his favorite expression.. i thought...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then he murmured...&amp;nbsp; ATE?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;{P.S. Axle called me Ate because I was actually 1 year older than him.. }&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;well.. to make the story short.. he busted me! hahaha.. yes.. he actually called me "ATE" right after our encounter.. while the song Stay was nearing it's end, he just grabbed my hand and said, "Ate, sorry.. pero i can't give you back the love that you have for me.. that's just infatuation.. Ate, hindi mo ako mahal.. nalilito ka lang kasi sweet ako.. pero ate.. sorry... iba ang mahal ko.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouch!..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;yes, i felt like a basin of water was washed over me.. no, make that, a body of water as large as the river was poured over my head.. i was super embarassed with what i have done.. i was sooooo stupid talaga!! yes.. i admit.. i was insane .. Thanks for reading the Stupid Thing I did for Love here in Girls Talk.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TUncMPC3CCI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/eRY_jRIGtx4/s1600/gt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TUncMPC3CCI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/eRY_jRIGtx4/s200/gt.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-1353871322338819802?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1353871322338819802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=1353871322338819802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/1353871322338819802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/1353871322338819802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2011/02/stupid-love.html' title='stupid love'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TUndVYy_13I/AAAAAAAAB-U/lE2vYarJWis/s72-c/Songs_273643967_0001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-6883313521246376470</id><published>2011-01-22T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T20:43:54.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TTuxVi8QD3I/AAAAAAAAB6s/gvfqF4Q0zM8/s1600/DSCF2125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TTuxVi8QD3I/AAAAAAAAB6s/gvfqF4Q0zM8/s400/DSCF2125.JPG" width="400" /&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/885227063693672395-6883313521246376470?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6883313521246376470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=6883313521246376470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/6883313521246376470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/6883313521246376470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2011/01/us.html' title='us'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TTuxVi8QD3I/AAAAAAAAB6s/gvfqF4Q0zM8/s72-c/DSCF2125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-5185184900569299255</id><published>2011-01-05T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:16:45.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>honey shirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TSOfSI85tZI/AAAAAAAAB3s/Rn9Qb7Qy66s/s1600/DSCF2047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TSOfSI85tZI/AAAAAAAAB3s/Rn9Qb7Qy66s/s320/DSCF2047.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one of the best gifts we received last christmas - the Couple Shirts - His &amp;amp; Hers version.. Love it!!! Thanks to my&amp;nbsp;sister Weng who gave these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, we also bought Couple shirts for her and her BF too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TSlq4_6eC4I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Ad9r4BcJT7w/s1600/DSCF2055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TSlq4_6eC4I/AAAAAAAAB4Q/Ad9r4BcJT7w/s320/DSCF2055.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-5185184900569299255?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5185184900569299255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=5185184900569299255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/5185184900569299255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/5185184900569299255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2011/01/honey-shirts.html' title='honey shirts'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TSOfSI85tZI/AAAAAAAAB3s/Rn9Qb7Qy66s/s72-c/DSCF2047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-1181487340912894552</id><published>2010-12-24T14:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T14:55:53.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TLYYDlmfCuI/AAAAAAAABvo/q9H_8P_ME3M/s1600/rainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TLYYDlmfCuI/AAAAAAAABvo/q9H_8P_ME3M/s320/rainbow.jpg" width="318" /&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/885227063693672395-8602110308842509359?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8602110308842509359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=8602110308842509359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/8602110308842509359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/8602110308842509359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2010/10/rainbow.html' title='rainbow'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TLYYDlmfCuI/AAAAAAAABvo/q9H_8P_ME3M/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-4219286331119055859</id><published>2010-10-01T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T22:47:32.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TKZZNyWuk1I/AAAAAAAABu8/Ok436siZPt8/s1600/lovemiddle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TKZZNyWuk1I/AAAAAAAABu8/Ok436siZPt8/s640/lovemiddle.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;credits to nostalgicbliss@tumblr&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-4219286331119055859?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4219286331119055859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=4219286331119055859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/4219286331119055859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/4219286331119055859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-love.html' title='just love'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TKZZNyWuk1I/AAAAAAAABu8/Ok436siZPt8/s72-c/lovemiddle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-7243718866559932275</id><published>2010-09-24T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T07:32:22.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetness!</title><content type='html'>i haven't been feeling well since Wednesday.. my kids both have coughs and colds and i have also succumbed to sickness.. this morning, i wasn't supposed to go to work because i was really not feeling well, but i had to go to Kyle's school to get his report card and attend the monthly PTA meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kyle-kian.blogspot.com/2010/09/bullies.html"&gt;Kyle's doing well in school,&lt;/a&gt; but i've learned that he's starting to bully his closest friend, Reyster! (click the link to read more...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;anyway, as i was saying, i wasn't feeling well lately, and my hubby noticed my low energy at home. this morning, i didn't know that my husband arrived 5 minutes after i went out of the house.. while i was at Kyle's school, i didn't know that my husband was waiting outside the school gate, waiting, with a basket of fruits! since i am unaware of his visit, i didn't go out to see him.. (if you're wondering why he didn't text me, truth is his cellphone got lost last week and haven't bought a new one yet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TJy2HGaiXqI/AAAAAAAABuQ/-Hf8NMNkxGA/s1600/apples-n-oranges-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 168px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 147px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TJy2HGaiXqI/AAAAAAAABuQ/-Hf8NMNkxGA/s200/apples-n-oranges-.jpg" width="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was only when i arrived home tonight that i noticed two baskets of fruits on the table. my hubby was still sleeping.. my sons' yaya told me that my hubby waited for me outside the school and when i didn't come out, he went home again and specifically gave instructions that the 3 oranges and apples were for me, while the other basket with small oranges were for our sons.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww.. my heart jumped upon knowing this.. how sweet of him to wait for me at school just to give me the fruits... now i'm munching an apple and couldn't help but smile because of his sweetness :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-7243718866559932275?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7243718866559932275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=7243718866559932275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/7243718866559932275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/7243718866559932275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2010/09/sweetness.html' title='sweetness!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TJy2HGaiXqI/AAAAAAAABuQ/-Hf8NMNkxGA/s72-c/apples-n-oranges-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-1965362179529055954</id><published>2010-09-23T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T16:24:21.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>colorful love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TJvhiUIpMwI/AAAAAAAABuE/Rm4CFU5mn4U/s1600/allneedlove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TJvhiUIpMwI/AAAAAAAABuE/Rm4CFU5mn4U/s400/allneedlove.jpg" width="400" /&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/885227063693672395-1965362179529055954?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1965362179529055954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=1965362179529055954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/1965362179529055954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/1965362179529055954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2010/09/colorful-love.html' title='colorful love'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TJvhiUIpMwI/AAAAAAAABuE/Rm4CFU5mn4U/s72-c/allneedlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-9055172668651775556</id><published>2010-09-08T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T06:17:00.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the power of love</title><content type='html'>A good relationship isn't a game you play or an ego trip you take. It is about love and two people. Loving someone can give us the greatest joy we can ever know and it can hurt more than we can believe too. When it does not really hurt when that person did something disappointing to you, but really hurts when you see that person in pain and sadness, then you know you truly love that person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone means you should be ready to experience heartache and happiness at the same time. That's the reward and that's the risk. Unless we are willing to experience it, we will never really know what it's like to love and be loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing love is probably the most valuable and meaningful experience a person can ever have. And there's a difference between being in love with someone and loving someone. It's the difference between a love that's fickle, wild and short-lived and one that's tender and passionate, nurturing and lasts a long time. The first is easy. The second, the one that really matters to all of us, takes work -- because it's about keeping a relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone takes efforts. We have to be able to communicate with each other. Nobody can read anyone else's mind. We always presume that our partner knows what we think and feel. Maybe in time we might be able to predict or sense each other's thoughts but it's never perfect and takes time to develop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the chance to love and be loved by someone is blessed. Respect him/her for who he/she is, and not what you want him/her to be. Everyone is pretty and special in his/her own special way. No one is perfect. It is true love which closes the gap of imperfectness to form a smooth surface of acceptance for each other. True love sees and accepts a person for who he/she is. It is also true love which makes a person change for the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of true love to a person is undeniable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship needs commitments too. What is love without commitments from each other anyway? It's like principles and values. Everyone has them but they only mean as much as we are willing to stand for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for our commitments to relationships, and the person we love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like an antique vase. It's hard to find, hard to get, but easy to break." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day everywhere, people fall in love ... but just how many of these relationships are self-sacrificing love, and not just relationships which are formed only for the intense feeling of falling in love? I know hundreds of friends who say the magical words "I love you"... but more often than not, the truth is just -- I am IN love with you. There is a difference between being in love with someone and loving someone. If a person says he/she is in love with you, he/she means that he/she likes you for who you are now and he/she fell in love with you because of the present you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of love is temporary and lasts only as long as the fairytale lasts. When fairy godmother comes in at midnight to whirl us back to reality, we see the heartache of such a relationship... where both were only IN love with each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if a person says he/she loves you, he/she means that he/she loves you unconditionally for who you are now, who you were in the past and who you might be in the future. When he/she says he/she loves you and really means it, you have to ask yourself if you love him/her too or if you're in love with the idea of being in love. It is very hard to see the difference through logical thinking. Let your heart guide u. May you be blessed on your soul-searching journey for your soulmate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-9055172668651775556?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/9055172668651775556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=9055172668651775556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/9055172668651775556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/9055172668651775556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2010/09/power-of-love.html' title='the power of love'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-4794019615566674344</id><published>2010-09-07T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T15:03:06.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll take u</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TIa18vp_o1I/AAAAAAAABo8/S6caZipTxYw/s1600/takeu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514294848951133010" style="DISPLAY: block; 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me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TID0FjtfagI/AAAAAAAABn8/102k_0ugkt4/s1600/kewl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512674320224053762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TID0FjtfagI/AAAAAAAABn8/102k_0ugkt4/s320/kewl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TID0FZgIu-I/AAAAAAAABn0/1rZFjFY8ALU/s1600/awsweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512674317483686882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TID0FZgIu-I/AAAAAAAABn0/1rZFjFY8ALU/s320/awsweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TID0E-Hvw6I/AAAAAAAABns/uerigKzYEvw/s1600/blurredkmi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512674310133629858" style="DISPLAY: block; 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HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/THrwW3fFwPI/AAAAAAAABl8/fwLm0ENA_70/s200/swim.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUSBAND APPRECIATION WEEK: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have a husband who makes your life beautiful,interesting &amp;amp; fun who is your best friend,who has been with you through thick &amp;amp; thin &amp;amp; to whom you are proud to be married: copy and paste this into your status. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a great blessing from God to be the wife of &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000240404070" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100000240404070"&gt;Marc Anthony Santos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;feel free to tag along, peeps :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-5179371838167600308?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5179371838167600308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=5179371838167600308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/5179371838167600308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/5179371838167600308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2010/08/hubby-week.html' title='hubby week'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/THrwW3fFwPI/AAAAAAAABl8/fwLm0ENA_70/s72-c/swim.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-2365938547936154828</id><published>2010-08-28T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:00:11.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soulmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/THi_TyfsnvI/AAAAAAAABlE/-2WZRxsz690/s1600/superstickies1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510364490780942066" style="DISPLAY: block; 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When i saw my cell phone blinking rapidly from afar, i knew Neo was calling me. So i hurriedly swam across the pool and with wet hand, i grabbed my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i heard Neo's familiar husky yet silent voice.. the voice which sent shivers down my spine.. i giggled while i was talking to him, not minding the shouts and screams that my F4 colleagues were bursting out. i don't know why i felt that way whenever he called.. there was (&amp; still is) something in him that makes my heart jump and my knees wobble. at any rate, my heart was pounding so fast that i almost forgot that i was headed to the balcony of the resort while i was clad in a skimpy two-piece swimsuit. good thing, i managed to compose myself and hid on a secluded area to be able to talk to him intimately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truth is, i was about to say the magic words when he professed his love for me. but i controlled myself and decided to tell him personally the next day the words he had longed to hear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i asked him if he was willing to take a leave of absence from work and meet me up in Laguna the next day.. (remember, he was in Pampanga at that time!) it was actually a test for him.. a test to check his love for me.. i didn't think he was up to it, but still, i hoped that he would meet me up in Enchanted Kingdom..(originally, my other friends - Bryan, Sarah Johnny &amp; I) planned to go to Enchanted Kingdom) so i decided to bring Neo along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was weary and ecstatic and i couldn't sleep well that night. amidst the merrymaking of my F4 buddies, i laid awake almost the whole evening thinking of the event that will unfold the morning after. it was quarter to 4am when my eyes suddenly felt numb and heavy and sleepy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:45 am... my friend, Sien came up knocking on the door of our suites. i was up and about and got ready for the day ahead. i asked her if she could give me a lift going to Sta. Rosa Laguna so i can meet my other friends there.  Luckily, she agreed. so at 7:30am, i was already at Jollibee and had breakfast with my friends. when they left me there, i played some games on my cellphone but i soon got tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i texted my friend, Bryan and told them that i'm gonna be at Waltermart where i was supposed to wait for him, sarah, jenny and johnny and of course, neo. i asked what time would they be arriving at our rendezvous and he said, they're most likely to meet me up at 11am... oh my! imagine, from 8 till 11am.. i had to wait up for them at 3 hours! grueling yet exciting.. somehow, it gave me enough time to ponder and re-examine myself if i was ready for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 10am, i entered watermart and headed to Expressions and a lovely greeting card caught my attention. i pulled it up from the card holder and i immediately bought a pen... silly romantic thoughts ran up my mind when went to the cashier's place. then i roamed around the department store area to check some items but i easily tired up. i didn't notice that time was running faster than i could imagine. the next thing i knew, neo texted me saying that they are already in sta.rosa exit. so i ran out of waltermart and waited for them outside McDo and texted jenny to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining cats and dogs when they arrived so i stayed inside the van and dried myself for a while. neo reserved the back seat for us which was convenient to me. i asked him to buy me a burger meal since i forgot to eat lunch. while he was gone, i started scribbling on the card that i bought and i was putting it back on my bag when he came back. we still had 30 minutes left (it was 11:30) and jenny was still not around. we went ahead to Enchanted Kingdom and prepared ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while bryan and sarah were busy canoodling in front of our seat, johnny went out and decided to wait for jenny at the entrance. at the back, i was kinda quiet, talking to neo about my evening at the F4 party. exactly, 12 noon, while he was looking at me, i whispered to his ear the three magic words... "i love you"... he was surprised and i could see a different kind of spark in his eyes when he heard me say that. i was taken aback when he kissed me on my cheek and gleefully said i love you too... oh my.. i'm getting mushy here... but it's how it happened and it's still vivid on my memory.. at 12pm, aug.8, 2004 - neo and i are officially called "a couple".. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few minutes, jenny arrived.. so we all we went outside the van, then i officially introduced neo to them as my boyfriend. i'm glad that they were all so happy for both of us. then off we went to Enchanted Kingdom.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neo and i spent all the time together.. from the Realto theater experience, to our first ride at Wheel of Fate.. i had fun riding the bump cars and felt the wind beneath my wings at the giant swing. the catterpillar ride was so romantic for me too. we ate our fave dominos pan pizza and cuddled each other while watching a sci-fi 4-dimensional film. i got so scared at the Space Shuttle ride that i forgot to open my eyes while rolling around the air and i could hardly breathe! we were tempted to try Anchors Aweigh but i declined since i felt that i might feel giddy and blow up! the last two rides we tried were the Jungle Log and Rio Grande Rapids where we all got wet! we saw our pictures taken and we would like to get a copy of those pics but we decided not to.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was past 6pm when sarah and i went to the dressing area and changed clothes. we had a little chit-chat about our budding lovelife and i felt sad because she would soon go back home to her province in Davao. but we didn't want to spoil the fun so we just forgot all about it and headed back to the van and enjoyed the last hours together with our "other halfs".. along the way, Neo whispered sweet nothings and love-lines to my ears and i laid my head on his lap and cherished the moment we were together. somehow, the world stopped revolving around us and i just prayed that the special moment would continue for a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's how our story started... it's been more than 6 years now and i'm happy because we stay strong together and we promise to keep what we had started out to last as long as forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-8095509691580007456?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8095509691580007456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=8095509691580007456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/8095509691580007456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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honey!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-8351031719596712097</id><published>2010-07-31T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T03:47:00.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TFNPQYn3DlI/AAAAAAAABZU/NWywxc0pSYo/s1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499826712855645778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TFNPQYn3DlI/AAAAAAAABZU/NWywxc0pSYo/s200/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in love, i find myself smiling for no reason at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i walked with my husband under my umbrella.. me &amp;amp; hubby walking under the rain with his arms around my shoulders brings a smile on my face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple moments like this is already a treasure for me..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may think, being married makes the two of you together everyday.. but due to our work schedules, sometimes, we just see each other, talk a little, take care of the kids, then see each other off to work.. it's only on our rest days that we get to spend more quality time with each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so every minute of being with him is so valuable to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everytime he volunteers to do stuffs in our house and let me rest, i can't help but let my heart melt in his goodness and sweetness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so every time we see an opportunity to be together, just the two of us, we grab that moment as best as we can...&lt;div 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title='moments'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TFNPQYn3DlI/AAAAAAAABZU/NWywxc0pSYo/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-7552936579502755146</id><published>2010-07-30T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:46:32.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>true love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TFLOiDRPpJI/AAAAAAAABZM/KmgwPHDzwSY/s1600/johnbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499685179361305746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TFLOiDRPpJI/AAAAAAAABZM/KmgwPHDzwSY/s200/johnbook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just sharing some thoughts and lessons I learned from Nicholas Sparks' heart-warming novel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear John:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does true love mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a simple question, yet, I myself, am finding a hard time defining it. If this question was asked a decade ago, I might have answered the way I would have replied on a “slum book” – the kind of stuff that teenagers pass around and keep, to be able to know who might have a crush on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, true love means, having to love the other person with the best that you could give and not asking for something in return. True love means exhausting all your efforts to show how much you love the other person, thinking first of making that other person happy even if you are hurting and enduring the moments that you are not around him. And at the end of the day, you still find yourself content with the word knowing that you have helped put a smile on someone else’s face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say there is one true love that is meant for you. You do not need to look for it, because it will come your way. In your lifetime, there is that one person that you are entitled to love and cherish; however, it doesn’t always mean that you can spend your forever with him. True love is the sister of “sacrifice”, because when you love, you do not only embrace happiness, but you also feel pain, you understand sadness, you anticipate hardship, you learn from your mistakes. And from those mistakes, you grow stronger and you sacrifice for the good of the other because you do not only think about yourself, as long as you would willingly give what’s remained in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life may not be fair. Happiness may end tragically. But it is still possible to go on no matter how impossible it seems. And that in time, the grief lessens. It may not ever go away completely but after a while, it would soon be not overwhelming after all.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly... to quote John Tyree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I finally understood what true love meant...love meant that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-7552936579502755146?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7552936579502755146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=7552936579502755146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/7552936579502755146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/7552936579502755146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2010/07/true-love.html' title='true love...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TFLOiDRPpJI/AAAAAAAABZM/KmgwPHDzwSY/s72-c/johnbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-4363050777845419771</id><published>2010-07-29T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T05:37:31.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reading letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I like the surprise of finding a letter in the mailbox and the anxious anticipation I feel when I’m getting ready to open it. I like the fact that I can take your letter with me, to read at my leisure and that I can lean against a tree and feel the breeze on my face when I see your words on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to imagine the way you looked when you wrote the letter; what you were wearing, your surroundings, the way you held your pen. I know that it’s a cliché and it’s probably off the mark, but I keep thinking of you sitting by the window, with an oil lamp burning beside you while the madness of the winds blow outside. It’s so much more romantic than reading something on the same machine that you use to download music and research paper.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-4363050777845419771?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4363050777845419771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=4363050777845419771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/4363050777845419771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/4363050777845419771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-like-surprise-of-finding-letter-in.html' title='reading letters'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-7034020603054865674</id><published>2010-07-25T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T18:13:18.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one sweet day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TEuyjKShJfI/AAAAAAAABYk/kKGtyfqWQkA/s1600/DSCF2052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497684087263012338" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TEuyjKShJfI/AAAAAAAABYk/kKGtyfqWQkA/s200/DSCF2052.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 118px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 157px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime: &lt;br /&gt;my hubby took charge today, declared it's my rest day, so he cooked spaghetti &amp;amp; fried chicken for lunch.. awww.. &lt;br /&gt;ain't he amazing?! thanks hon, wabyu!&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - &lt;br /&gt;Forward 3:30pm &lt;br /&gt;watched TV, with hubby &amp;amp; kids, snuggling on the sofa, while raindrops kept falling down the roof... &lt;br /&gt;- - - - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 7:00pm after dinner: &lt;br /&gt;we were watching Justin Bieber's "Baby" mtv when suddenly, my son, Kyle grabbed my left hand and asked me "Mommy, shall we dance..?" then Kian took my other hand and followed suit.. they said they wanna dance with me, so they led me to the centerstage (sala/living room) and the three of us danced... &lt;br /&gt;awww.... again.. i have to thank Justin Bieber for this, too.. i guess i'm a big fan of mr. Bangs aka Bieber now!! &lt;br /&gt;my kids are so sweet... a trait that they inherited from their dad.. my heart is overwhelmed.. i am so blessed to have such wonderful &amp;amp; sweet family :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="240" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497963690525677506" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TEyw2NnHV8I/AAAAAAAABYs/YPx0mVyX44E/s320/santos+family.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-7034020603054865674?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7034020603054865674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=7034020603054865674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/7034020603054865674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/7034020603054865674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-sweet-day.html' title='one sweet day..'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TEuyjKShJfI/AAAAAAAABYk/kKGtyfqWQkA/s72-c/DSCF2052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-7944793553889241360</id><published>2010-07-07T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T05:40:49.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>breakfast with honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TDOl018I1pI/AAAAAAAABSg/OFas41excKI/s1600/tuna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490914697945863826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TDOl018I1pI/AAAAAAAABSg/OFas41excKI/s200/tuna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;usually, i'm the one preparing breakfast for my family..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today it's different.. due to the recent holiday in US, hubby had no work last night, so he woke up early &amp;amp; prepared breakfast for me - a yummy sandwich consisting of home-made tuna patty, (he's the one who cooked the patty!) with lettuce, cucumber, mayo &amp;amp; cheese! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;love it!! thanks for the hearty breakfast, hon... love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-7944793553889241360?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7944793553889241360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=7944793553889241360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/7944793553889241360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/7944793553889241360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2010/07/breakfast-with-honey.html' title='breakfast with honey'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TDOl018I1pI/AAAAAAAABSg/OFas41excKI/s72-c/tuna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-3659447310011601962</id><published>2010-04-02T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T05:45:49.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sparks!</title><content type='html'>here's something new about one of my fave authors..&lt;p&gt;showing soon in theaters is another heart-wrenching movie from the master tear-jerker himself, Nicholas Sparks... i've watched most of his works, or what moviefone refers to "books-turned-to movies", like Message in a Bottle, A Walk to Remember, and The Notebook which really had me crying buckets of tears.. &lt;em&gt;(i'm still yet to catch Dear John, but i've already read the book Nights in Rodanthe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's something about his latest flick offering, The Last Song, which is on the contrary, written for a film first then will be published as a book later... i'm definitely excited for this one not just because it's a movie or book from Nicholas, but also because.... i'm a closet Miley Cyrus fan... yeeaahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Life Lessons Learned From Nicholas Sparks Movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 1, 2010 By: Anna Dimond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Last Song' opens this week, ready to wreak emotional devastation on viewers with a dramatic story, gilded summer romance and a heartbreaking plot twist that won't leave a dry eye in the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus stars as Ronnie Miller, a rage-filled teen sent from New York to spend the summer with her estranged father on the North Carolina coast. Within minutes of landing, she meets a dashing local named Will (Liam Hemsworth), who uses his dimples and wit to crack her tough exterior and win her over. For Cyrus, 'The Last Song' marks a departure from her role as Disney's 'Hannah Montana,' the juggernaut that has helped her build a massive tween fan base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of us, the film is the latest intended tearjerker from popular tear-jerking author Nicholas Spark. Though here the project began with a screenplay (one Sparks wrote specifically with Cyrus in mind) that will be adapted to a novel, it's usually vice versa, with books-turned-movies like 'A Walk to Remember,' 'The Notebook' and, most recently, 'Dear John.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While each film has its own unique set of characters and conflicts, the similarities are impossible to ignore. Here's what we've learned from Sparks' films, sacrificing tear ducts, tissues and dignity in the name of learning about love. (Warning: Spoilers below.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Falling in love only happens at the beach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget finding love anywhere but on a stretch of sand with a hot sun overhead a&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/S7V_s3oxMHI/AAAAAAAABQQ/EZ56vJrdFdc/s1600/mileycyrus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455406932455141490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/S7V_s3oxMHI/AAAAAAAABQQ/EZ56vJrdFdc/s200/mileycyrus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd wind in your hair. Sure, other locations might be pretty -- but meeting cuties only happens in one place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Last Song': Will literally bumps into Ronnie during his volleyball game, spilling a milkshake all over her. But that's cool, because it's hot out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dear John': Romance begins when John (Channing Tatum) dives off a pier to retrieve Savannah's (Amanda Seyfried) purse, kicking off an epic love that knows no bounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Message In a Bottle': Theresa (Robin Wright Penn) begins to sweat Garrett (Kevin Costner) when she finds his soul-baring love letter in a bottle that washes up on -- where else? -- a beach on the East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nights in Rodanthe': The North Carolina shore again breeds romance for lovers of a certain age, when Dr. Paul (Richard Gere) checks in at a beach-side guest house and meets Adrienne (Diane Lane).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Notebook': Two crazy kids (Ryan Gosling plays Noah, Rachel McAdams plays Allie) meet at a seaside pier and play out their love all summer long -- which includes one head-scratching moment in the waves when Allie insists that Noah says she's a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;2. Real men have seaside hobbies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it. Nothing says sex appeal like a brawny, outdoors hobby that requires courage, biceps and skill.&lt;br /&gt;'The Last Song': Will's tan skin and rippling muscles were carved on the sand during his intense volleyball games. Plus, he does some Scuba-diving on the side.&lt;br /&gt;'Dear John': John's the only surfer tough enough to win Savannah's heart.&lt;br /&gt;'The Notebook': Noah's a quieter type, and therefore, his penchant for row boats is perfectly appropriate. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/S7V_tZO6zWI/AAAAAAAABQY/vV4-S3RnoUc/s1600/dearjohnmovie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455406941473525090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/S7V_tZO6zWI/AAAAAAAABQY/vV4-S3RnoUc/s200/dearjohnmovie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nights in Rodanthe': Isn't being a doctor enough? Just in case, Dr. Paul does enjoy long runs on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;'Message In a Bottle': Garrett is a boat builder who knows how to woo his lady with a boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;3. It takes a village for love to work.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't happen in a vacuum. If your honey isn't fit to take home to mom (and in Sparks' world, they rarely are), be prepared to go to the mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Last Song' and 'The Notebook': Class differences seem insurmountable. Allie's mom is so worried about her working-class BF that she hides his letters for years, until her daughter moves on to an upper-class suitor. Will's blue-blood mom has so much contempt for Ronnie that she shames her at the dinner table. Luckily for both, the mothers come around (eventually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A Walk to Remember': Bad-boy Landon (Shane West) must not only prove his devotion to win over Jamie (Mandy Moore), but also convince her devout father to let him take her to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nights in Rodanthe' and 'Message In a Bottle': Everything gets better when Adrienne can get her crush on without family responsibilities, while the real grist of 'Message' can't take off without forgiveness from the ex-in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;4. Writing letters trumps texting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From online dating to "sexting," electronic communication has taken over modern love. But for Nicholas Sparks, there's no substitute for hand-written epistles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Last Song': Ronnie's dad wrote her months before she opens a single letter. When tragedy strikes, the writings help thaw things between them and fill in blanks for the grief-stricken teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dear John': Letters are the fuel on the flames of love for Savannah and John, who writes her letters for a year when he's deployed overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Message in a Bottle': Theresa is so smitten by letters (albeit typed by machine) that she falls for Garrett even when his notes are addressed to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nights in Rodanthe': Adrienne, meanwhile, is a modern woman, but when Dr. Paul starts writing, there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A Walk to Remember': The young lovers don't waste much time with the writing arts, but hand-written notes by Jamie's late mother become a cherished keepsake between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. Kisses make women docile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the most stubborn of women will stop resisting love under the influence of a passionate kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Last Song': Ronnie's throwing a tantrum and trying to kick Will out when he plants a wet one on her. Voila! She stops talking and the fight's over. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/S7V_tuI4XxI/AAAAAAAABQg/5eZXdM4hSiM/s1600/thenotebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455406947085344530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/S7V_tuI4XxI/AAAAAAAABQg/5eZXdM4hSiM/s200/thenotebook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A Walk to Remember': Jamie warns Landon not to fall in love with her. So when he finally kisses her and professes his affection, she goes silent for so long that he says, "Now would be the time to say something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Notebook': Noah and Allie's rain-soaked kiss is so powerful that not only does it woo Allie back to the bedroom, but it became the image for the movie's poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nights in Rodanthe': After bickering all afternoon, Paul gets a little help from a hurricane to make his move. As soon as their lips meet, animosity melts away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6. Resort-town locals mean trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impassioned lovers may feel like they're in their own world -- but they're not. In the seaside towns of Nicholas Sparks stories, locals are always lurking with a nasty rumor or a punch to the gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Last Song': One local causes damage to both property and reputation. Another, and more pugnacious resident, ruins Ronnie and Will's big romantic wedding moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A Walk to Remember': Landon's ex and his whole bad-boy crew threaten to destroy everything he's building with his new love, Jamie. Punches are thrown and feelings get hurt, but Landon's already above it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Message In a Bottle': For Garrett the punch-throwing locals are his family. The former in-laws are still hurling blame about his ex's death, and Garrett can't help but fight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nights in Rodanthe': Conflict with a local brings Dr. P to Rodanthe, but his defensive stance is useless against salt of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dear John': Even the titular hunk -- who's more gentle giant than aggressive thug -- lets loose when the local boys provoke him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;7. Parents know best (especially Dads). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of parent-child conflict in the canon of Nicholas Sparks. But once the deep-seated issues are settled, chances are mom or dad has a lot of wisdom to offer -- so listen up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Last Song': Once Ronnie loses her angsty teen act, she and her dad Steve (Greg Kinnear) can finally make amends and behave like family. Steve's so thrilled when she finally seeks out his advice that he can only stammer, "Crazy ... is. Love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Notebook': Allie's sourpuss mom finally comes around when her daughter's on the cusp of deciding between her working-class love and her stud of a bread-winning fiancé. At the 11th hour, though mom has a surprise. "I don't want you to wake up one morning wondering if you'd known everything, you might have done something different," she warns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A Walk to Remember': Poor Landon Carter doesn't get much guidance from either his single mom or wealthy, estranged dad. Luckily, the reverend father of his object of affection has a few choice words. "You think on Sundays I don't see you from where I stand," he says. "But I see you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Message In a Bottle': In a classic Sparksian moment between father and son, Garrett's dad (Paul Newman) calls him out on his romance bluff. "Now you choose," he says. "Between yesterday and tomorrow. Pick one. Stick with it, and I will shut up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;8. Distance makes the heart grow fonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice when your soulmate lives around the corner, but that would drain a lot of the romance form the relationship. Distance only brings Sparks' couples together. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/S7V_uNgOriI/AAAAAAAABQo/bVHn2WTkvtE/s1600/nightsmovie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455406955504774690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/S7V_uNgOriI/AAAAAAAABQo/bVHn2WTkvtE/s200/nightsmovie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Last Song': Will goes to college hundreds of miles away, but the space gives Ronnie time to mature, and Will a chance to fill out his transfer forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dear John': It's possible that if John didn't deploy and stuck around after summer, things would've fizzled. Instead, he and Savs write letters for a year (see above), building intimacy from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Notebook': Allie's in New York and Noah's down South, but that doesn't change a thing. Years of separation let Noah make good on a long-ago promise, while has a real choice between her roots or her real love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nights in Rodanthe': Paul's trip to Ecuador sets the stage for intense yearning until he and Adrienne can start their lives together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;9. Nature and the Arts are aphrodisiacs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those ancient Greeks knew what was up, and so does Nicholas Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Last Song': Playing piano not only connects the gifted Ronnie to her composer dad, but it lets her score points with Will when the chips are down. As if music wasn't enough, the young lovers also bond over their mutual affection for baby sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Message in a Bottle': Garrett's hanging on to the paintings his wife made before her death. It's a little creepy, but the canvasses offer Theresa a window into the woman he loved, and later serve as an olive branch amid family strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dear John': John and Savs have a moment on the beach when John holds his thumb out to the full moon, and explains that it's never bigger than your thumb no matter where you are in the world. Savannah plays guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nights in Rodanthe': North Carolina's Outer Banks are home to wild horses, which become a powerful symbol for love and catharsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A Walk to Remember': Singing, astronomy, piano -- Jamie can do it all, and boy does it wow Landon, even if he won't admit it for the first 40 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. The people we love tend to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret that people kick the proverbial bucket. But for a proper, epic romance, loved ones drop like flies -- no matter how old or how young, because true redemption can only be found after great loss.&lt;br /&gt;'The Last Song': Someone has had cancer all along... and only spills the beans toward the very end.&lt;br /&gt;'A Walk to Remember': See above.&lt;br /&gt;'Message In a Bottle': A heroic gesture goes south -- all the way to the bottom of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;'The Notebook': Death here is bittersweet, age appropriate and a fitting (if totally unrealistic) end to a lifelong romance.&lt;br /&gt;'Nights in Rodanthe': Heroism is again punished by natural disaster, leaving nothing else to do but sob, mourn and move on until the next Sparks movie is released.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-3659447310011601962?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3659447310011601962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=3659447310011601962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/3659447310011601962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/3659447310011601962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2010/04/sparks.html' title='sparks!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/S7V_s3oxMHI/AAAAAAAABQQ/EZ56vJrdFdc/s72-c/mileycyrus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-5832593156620682094</id><published>2010-02-03T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T06:16:15.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after a while...</title><content type='html'>After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul,&lt;br /&gt;And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security,&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises,&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child,&lt;br /&gt;And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans.&lt;br /&gt;After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.&lt;br /&gt;So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.&lt;br /&gt;And you learn that you really can endure . . .that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.&lt;br /&gt;And you learn and you learn . . . with every good-bye you learn. . . .&lt;br /&gt;11 Rules to Always Follow in Love:&lt;br /&gt;♣ Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;♣ When you say, "I love you," mean it.&lt;br /&gt;♣ When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;♣ Believe in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;♣ Love deeply and passionately. You may get hurt, but it's the only way to live life completely.&lt;br /&gt;♣ Don't judge people by their relatives, or by the life they were born into.&lt;br /&gt;♣ Marry a person you love to talk to. As you get older, his/her conversational skills will be even more important.&lt;br /&gt;♣ Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.&lt;br /&gt;♣ Don't just listen to what someone is saying. Listen to why they are saying it.&lt;br /&gt;♣ Don't trust anyone who doesn't close his/her eyes when you kiss.&lt;br /&gt;♣ Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-5832593156620682094?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5832593156620682094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=5832593156620682094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/5832593156620682094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/5832593156620682094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2010/02/after-while.html' title='after a while...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-1774915206275684137</id><published>2009-11-25T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T05:48:00.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quotable quotes</title><content type='html'>After a while,&lt;br /&gt;I've learned the difference of holding a hand and falling inlove..&lt;br /&gt;Of a hug, and the hug that gets tighter...&lt;br /&gt;Of kisses, that they don't always mean something...&lt;br /&gt;Of people, that they come and go even if I didn't want them to...&lt;br /&gt;And so I learned to enjoy the moment until it lasts, for I will never know, until it will be there...&lt;br /&gt;Because..&lt;br /&gt;Not all good thing and all good people last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for a happy ending and you couldn't find one..&lt;br /&gt;Find a new beginning instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry" was never synonymous to "I won't do it again."&lt;br /&gt;When he falls out of love, it doesn't mean you're giving less.&lt;br /&gt;Its just because he's asking too much.&lt;br /&gt;Crying before the break up is good---&lt;br /&gt;You're hoping the relationship would be saved.&lt;br /&gt;Crying after the break up is different ---&lt;br /&gt;That's stupidity!&lt;br /&gt;There are no wasted tears, just inconsiderate partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness is often the painful consequence of holding on.&lt;br /&gt;"Forgiveness" is different from "second chances."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna hold on too long to what's never meant.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need to set things free before it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for everyone who broke my heart...&lt;br /&gt;Because one day, they'll wake up and realize...&lt;br /&gt;They had the world but they let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A piece of advice:&lt;br /&gt;Never ever reach a point where you regret something,&lt;br /&gt;just because you thought it was a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;It made u smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;these are not my words... but i'm glad &amp;amp;  happy to have shared them with you, my readers, especially to my sister, who is nursing a broken heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-1774915206275684137?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1774915206275684137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=1774915206275684137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/1774915206275684137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/1774915206275684137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/11/quotable-quotes.html' title='quotable quotes'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-2601494326547283363</id><published>2009-10-19T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T05:50:08.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loving you...</title><content type='html'>The love you give, is the love i receive, &lt;br /&gt;and i intend to fully cherish, &lt;br /&gt;everything and every word you have said... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere words could never tell &lt;br /&gt;how much i care and cherish you...&lt;br /&gt;'Tis something that makes me sane everyday.. &lt;br /&gt;let me just then say... I LOVE YOU, every single day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-2601494326547283363?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/2601494326547283363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=2601494326547283363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/2601494326547283363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/2601494326547283363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/10/loving-you.html' title='loving you...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-1885671656267509758</id><published>2009-05-29T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:36:01.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the love letter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i can still remember the days when i was falling in love with my husband... or should i say - boyfriend, back then.. in fact, i even blogged about it when i was still using my account in diaryland.com.. walking down memory lane, i can't help but smile and think of how my life has changed when i realized that i was indeed in-love with Marc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;here, let me share with you this unsent letter i made for Marc and how it all started..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Marc,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;You disturb my mind all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;when everything seems wrong for me, you happen to cross my path and then make things right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;i ignore you, but when you're gone, i love to see you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;i try to avoid you... then lately i realized, i wanna be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you pass along my way and i pretend i see nothing. but when you walk away from me, my heart shatters and cries, "i terribly miss you"... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;i simply cannot understand myself...can somebody tell me why do i feel this way? have i done anything wrong? is this my karma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;i do things i don't want to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;i feel something strange for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;perhaps this is what people refer to as MAGIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;seems like you cast a spell on me.. seems like you hypnotized me.. or maybe, you sprinkled me with a love potion, so strong, that i couldn't bear to be away from you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;or this may be a feeling only a heart knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;yes, i hear my heart beating the words... &lt;em&gt;"i'm falling in love with you..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ohmygosh.. was i hopeless romantic, or what? i sounded like i was head over heels in love.. well, that's true.. and still, i am - definitely in love with my husband.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-1885671656267509758?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1885671656267509758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=1885671656267509758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/1885671656267509758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/1885671656267509758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-letter.html' title='the love letter...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-4342590661326763558</id><published>2009-05-27T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T01:57:02.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy li'l thing called LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Shz_tkZSWoI/AAAAAAAABJw/vYQozCx3d9U/s1600-h/heart_65.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340424416483498626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Shz_tkZSWoI/AAAAAAAABJw/vYQozCx3d9U/s200/heart_65.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;this is gonna be a three-part post.. i promised my friend i'm gonna blog&lt;br /&gt;something about the crazy little thing called LOVE ... &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;part 1: THE FEELING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, this started last Monday afternoon, when i received an e-mail from my good friend, Camille.. she asked me: "&lt;em&gt;Paano mo malalaman na nadedevelop ka na sa isang tao?&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;the question brought a smile to my face.. i rekindled the times when i started having this feeling for my honey :).. anyway, this is what i had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alam mong nadedevelop ka na sa isang tao kapag:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;palagi mo syang iniisip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;sa tingin mo hindi kompleto ang araw mo pag di mo sya nakikita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nagseselos ka pag nalaman mo na may crush syang iba or nababanggit nya yung pangalan ng ibang babae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Di ka makatulog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Madalas hinihintay mo yung text nya or tawag nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gusto mo lagi kayong magkasama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iniimagine mo yung future na magkasama kayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minsan pag magkasama kayo gusto mo huminto or bumagal ang oras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nag-iismile ka na lang mag-isa pag naiisip mo sya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Malakas ang kabog ng dibdib mo pag kaharap mo sya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Intersado ka pag may narinig ka tungkol sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Palagi kang kumakanta&lt;/p&gt;those signs are actually based on what i had felt when i think i was falling for my husband, Marc.. ahhh.. those "nakakakilig" moments always brought butterflies in my stomach.. the feeling was awesome.. it's like you never wanted to wake up in a beautiful dream - because you are afraid that it would turn into a nightmare if you open your eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;for Camille, although i asked her if she felt the above-mentioned signs, she opted not to tell me anything about it. which is okay with me, since i respect her privacy... BUT, if my guess is right, i think she is "hopelessley falling" for Phil.. it's a good thing to feel like your feet are on air dancing with the wind.. and it's a pretty good thing to see my friend blushing and smiling with twinkling eyes.. &lt;/p&gt;will this feeling ever end? let's see as we journey through her love life - when she finally had "alone time" with Phil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** to be continued ***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-4342590661326763558?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4342590661326763558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=4342590661326763558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/4342590661326763558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/4342590661326763558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/05/crazy-lil-thing-called-love.html' title='crazy li&apos;l thing called LOVE'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Shz_tkZSWoI/AAAAAAAABJw/vYQozCx3d9U/s72-c/heart_65.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-3633236683473026280</id><published>2009-05-27T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T02:51:39.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>falling in love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;part 2: THE EVENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday night, my friend, Camille decided to extend 2 hours more (overtime) at the office and proceed to her churchmate's despedida party.. minutes before going home, she received a text message from no less than Phil, the man who was sending radio-active waves in her heart - the man who has been confused with his feelings for almost a year now...&lt;p&gt;anyway, i learned yesterday that Camille's heart was on a roller-coaster ride when she met with Phil after work.. ooopss! make that "a motorcycle-ride"... apparently, Phil decided to pick up Camille at a gas station so they can meet up with their other friends.. Camille was surprised to see him on his bike, much more with the fact that he was alone! &lt;s&gt;hmmm.. i remember when i teased her before if she would ride on Phil's motorbike and now it happened!&lt;/s&gt; Camille didn't show how afraid she was that night (because of a wild crazy fellow she saw on the street) but she was in high spirits, knowing that she was with the man who has been invading her sleep.. but, being the "conservative" that she is, she didn't let her emotions show while she was alone with him on his big bike..&lt;p&gt;when Camille &amp; Phil reached their destination, the crowd went wild and had the time of their lives upon seeing the couple. it has been a non-stop chatter at the party, with constant teasing from the people around them. the blushing couple had no choice but to smile and pretend like they weren't hearing anything.. &lt;p&gt;fast forward to the time when they were about to go home, Camille's colleagues were still shrieking with delight and teasing the pair.. they like to see Phil take Camille home - for her safety, albeit.. although Phil was adamant to see her safe back at her abode, Camille declined his offer.&lt;p&gt;later that night, sleep wasn't inviting.. she tossed her pillows from left to right, moved up and about, shifted to all kinds of sleeping position, but her mind and body was wide awake.. she insisted that it was due to the coffee that she drunk during the party - aside from the fact that she was thinking about Phil..&lt;p&gt;i was actually surprised the next morning - Tuesday - to see Camille taking overtime hours again! talk about the effects of falling in love.. hehehe.. she still insisted that it was coffee that made her awake all night and all day the next day.. the rest of the day went well, with me, looking at her from afar, noticing the pink in her cheeks and the stars in her eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;from what i had seen, i'd say, this girl has definitely fallen in love...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-3633236683473026280?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3633236683473026280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=3633236683473026280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/3633236683473026280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/3633236683473026280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-this-love.html' title='falling in love..'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-705031726630791813</id><published>2009-05-27T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T02:27:02.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this thing called Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Sh0AG_E2G_I/AAAAAAAABJ4/7TziIIH8_JI/s1600-h/love.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340424853142248434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Sh0AG_E2G_I/AAAAAAAABJ4/7TziIIH8_JI/s200/love.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;part 3: THE ADVICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to my friend Camille, for the moments of bliss that transpired that night, i am sure that she has asked for His Guiding Light - for her to see which path to take.. if Camille strongly feels the same for Phil, then she's definitely been bitten by the Love bug...for you my friend, whatever the outcome of this would be, i wish you all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just always remember that Love has its own time. It is indeed a mystery why we fall in love. It is a mystery how it happens. It is a mystery when it comes. It is a mystery why some love grows and it's a mystery why some love fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, hopefully, at least once in your life --- the gift of love will come to you in full flower, and you will take hold of t and celebrate it in all inexpressible beauty. This is the dream we all share. More often, it will come and take hold of you, celebrate you for a brief moment, then move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. Love just didn't choose to rest in the other person's heart. If you find someone else in love with you and you don't love the person, feel honored that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return. Do not take advantage; do not cause pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you deal with love is how you deal with you, and all our hearts feel the same pains and joys, even if our lives and ways are different. If you fall in love with another, and the person falls in love with you, and then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it or to assess blame. Let it go. There is a reason and there is a meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will know in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you don't choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing, then reach out and give it away. Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you. Give it to others who deem it poor in spirit. Give it to the world around you in anyway you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, and as you go along the way, keep up spirits high, feel the air beneath your wings and let God help you find your one true love.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-705031726630791813?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/705031726630791813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=705031726630791813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/705031726630791813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/705031726630791813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-thing-called-love.html' title='this thing called Love'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Sh0AG_E2G_I/AAAAAAAABJ4/7TziIIH8_JI/s72-c/love.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-5625406369577466032</id><published>2009-05-25T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:55:57.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soulmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/ShuEZbNjJqI/AAAAAAAABJo/yRkuyOYQcV8/s1600-h/yinyang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340007355514037922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/ShuEZbNjJqI/AAAAAAAABJo/yRkuyOYQcV8/s200/yinyang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was the yin to his yang.&lt;br /&gt;He was the dot to her “i”.&lt;br /&gt;When she was black or white,&lt;br /&gt;he was her colors in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finished her sentence&lt;br /&gt;she felt his thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They understood from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;because that’s how they began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the words and he the notes&lt;br /&gt;together, an endless song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was her real after surreal dreams&lt;br /&gt;she the pier where he anchored his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the rope when all else pulled her away&lt;br /&gt;she was his lamp in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hers were the blue that mirrored the brown&lt;br /&gt;in the looking glass eyes of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the soft to his hard&lt;br /&gt;and when the door had closed&lt;br /&gt;oh, when the lights blinked out …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were as both fire and ice&lt;br /&gt;blurring the lines&lt;br /&gt;between the she and the he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until he was time&lt;br /&gt;she the clock&lt;br /&gt;and together, an eternity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-5625406369577466032?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5625406369577466032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=5625406369577466032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/5625406369577466032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/5625406369577466032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/05/soulmates.html' title='soulmates'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/ShuEZbNjJqI/AAAAAAAABJo/yRkuyOYQcV8/s72-c/yinyang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-5320354909847450071</id><published>2009-05-12T02:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T02:05:17.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love love love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Sgk65bT2wtI/AAAAAAAABHo/xz3o3-3fjIk/s1600-h/love.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334859991855055570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Sgk65bT2wtI/AAAAAAAABHo/xz3o3-3fjIk/s400/love.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Sgk65P8uL2I/AAAAAAAABHg/r1LrlH6kc3s/s1600-h/marriage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334859988805234530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Sgk65P8uL2I/AAAAAAAABHg/r1LrlH6kc3s/s400/marriage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Sgk643ZjR1I/AAAAAAAABHQ/_3_ZrTG8v24/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334859982215268178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Sgk643ZjR1I/AAAAAAAABHQ/_3_ZrTG8v24/s400/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334859981453688994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Sgk640j-gKI/AAAAAAAABHY/px_-JlTiCGE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-5320354909847450071?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5320354909847450071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=5320354909847450071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/5320354909847450071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/5320354909847450071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-love-love.html' title='love love love...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Sgk65bT2wtI/AAAAAAAABHo/xz3o3-3fjIk/s72-c/love.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-8630980481579353401</id><published>2009-05-05T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:10:09.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovestruck</title><content type='html'>in my office, at least 4 people have split up with their respective boyfriend-girlfriends this month.. the ladies – ended up wth broken hearts because their men are afraid to commit.. while the gents – also cried buckets of tears because their ladyloves have found another man to fill in their shoes.. &lt;p&gt;but as they say, love moves in mysterious ways.. one thing that makes us abuzz is the blossoming love story/ love triangle of my two dear friends, Izza and Camille. &lt;p&gt;Let’s start with Izza…She’s the same person who consulted me a week ago about falling in love – with a younger man, Troy.. but here’s the issue today – apparently, somebody else in my team has fallen head over heels with her guy..that someone else is Pia. &lt;p&gt;well, it's not actually Izza's fault if she's the one that Troy is courting. it just so happened that Pia may have long suppressed her feelings for Troy and now she's kinda hurt because it is her friend that Troy loves and not her.. tsk tsk tsk.. but as far as i can see it, Troy will end up with Izza in the future because their feelings are mutual.. i wish them all the best.. &lt;p&gt;with regards to &lt;a href="http://claire2kitty.blogspot.com/2009/01/complications-of-love.html"&gt;camille's complicated love triangle, &lt;/a&gt;well, she is still not sure if she should still get close with Phil. lately, there'd been exciting news from "paparazzis" that the man involved is somehow weighing his options and looks like camille is seeing the brighter side.. hmm, well and good for her - and him too, if that is the case.. &lt;p&gt;from time to time, i see how camille's eyes twinkle when she receives text messages from phil.. and she's got the sweetest smiles when she talks or shares about him.. i'm seeing her lighter side.. and i'm happy for her.. hopefully, everything will turn out fine for both of them.. :) &lt;p&gt;though there had been developments recently with my other friend, Jack, who admitted that he was falling for Camille.. Jack &amp;amp; Camille are two of my closed friends.. unfortunately, camille doesn't return the emotions.. anyway, he countered that he will just talk to God so he can be enlightened and make sure that what he's feeling is simpy infatuation.. &lt;p&gt;ahhh.. love is in the air here in the office.. my advice to all of them is this: Don't look for love, because Love will fins its own way to your heart..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-8630980481579353401?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8630980481579353401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=8630980481579353401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/8630980481579353401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/8630980481579353401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/04/lovestruck.html' title='lovestruck'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-742340358078953195</id><published>2009-04-29T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:21:34.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you complete me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/quotes/puzzle.gif" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/quotes/misch014.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="290" src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/quotes/heartforyou.jpg" width="399" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-742340358078953195?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/742340358078953195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=742340358078953195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/742340358078953195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/742340358078953195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-complete-me.html' title='you complete me...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/quotes/th_puzzle.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-3087580977454338286</id><published>2009-04-22T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:54:36.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Heart...</title><content type='html'>got this email from my friend, Izza, who was asking for an advice about her love predicament... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the tragic break up that i encounter last August 2008, I felt that i'm not capable to fall inlove again. Ive also decided that i'll just focus on my career and family. Being fooled and trapped for almost 3years is the most painful feeling that ive felt. I thought im tired of loving someone. But now after 7months from that breakup I think im fAlling inlove again not w/ the same person who made me cry and break my heart. A simple, young guy caught my attention despite of his age and status. Everyday conversation is the main reason why ive been too close to him. Is it possible for me to love a person eventhough i don't know him better?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why im feeling this way?I also don't know if the feeling is mutual. I guess I shouldnt expect. Maybe i just anticipated the attention he gave to me. And maybe i need a break to all this crazy little thing called love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;my piece of advice: &lt;p&gt;it's an overwhelming feeling to fall in love again.. if the feeling is mutual, why abandon the emotion? you dont need a break.. you need another heart to make you whole again. it's just a matter of trusting your heart to make the right decisions.. it doesn't matter if he's younger or older.. what matters is both of you feel the need of belonging to each other and you are happy. follow where your heart is.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you can always listen to your head for reason, but you need to follow your heartbeat.. just make sure that what you are feeling is not the product of your previous breakup.. in short, make sure na &lt;u&gt;di sya panakip-butas..&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;remember, falling in love is one of the greatest things that man has been offered to feel... go go go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-3087580977454338286?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3087580977454338286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=3087580977454338286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/3087580977454338286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/3087580977454338286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-heart.html' title='Dear Heart...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-3269216765471683166</id><published>2009-04-21T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:51:25.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>imagine me and you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Se6iG9MaHHI/AAAAAAAABE4/Cv5Oo6Ns1sA/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Se6iG9MaHHI/AAAAAAAABE4/Cv5Oo6Ns1sA/s400/love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327373649615395954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those faces belong to actors &amp; actresses.. just imagine them as you and me.. but better... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you honey...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-3269216765471683166?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3269216765471683166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=3269216765471683166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/3269216765471683166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/3269216765471683166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/04/imagine-me-and-you.html' title='imagine me and you'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Se6iG9MaHHI/AAAAAAAABE4/Cv5Oo6Ns1sA/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-9077558359144164991</id><published>2009-04-17T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:45:36.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking beyond the windows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I sit down and realize,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I’m so lucky to have you by my side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times when I stop and sigh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if you didn’t come into my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I still find true love in this crazy world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, will I ever survive? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-9077558359144164991?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/9077558359144164991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=9077558359144164991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/9077558359144164991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/9077558359144164991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-if.html' title='what if...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-49177991652213196</id><published>2009-04-17T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:11:35.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4ever....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Segrm5VLrTI/AAAAAAAABEI/N6RQ-2XVzo4/s1600-h/hunney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Segrm5VLrTI/AAAAAAAABEI/N6RQ-2XVzo4/s400/hunney.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325554506590301490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-49177991652213196?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/49177991652213196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=49177991652213196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/49177991652213196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/49177991652213196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/04/4ever.html' title='4ever....'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Segrm5VLrTI/AAAAAAAABEI/N6RQ-2XVzo4/s72-c/hunney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-208089342959448125</id><published>2009-04-09T00:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:59:23.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bless you all..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Sd2p2oQUlQI/AAAAAAAABBw/dFDLShymE8o/s1600-h/holyweek.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322597090605700354" style="DISPLAY: block; 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a few months ago, when i was giving a few pieces of advice to my friend, Mhai, a question was brought up about asking for Signs.. which then led me to the question, do i believe in signs?  &lt;blockquote&gt;i guess, in my case, I DO BELIEVE IN SIGNS.&lt;/blockquote&gt;i remember when i asked for one from Him a long time ago.. back when i was still soul-searching.. back when i was devastated over a break-up.. back when i thought i would be an old-maid for life... one day, i asked God for the right person to come to me..  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i specifically told Him: God, i know there is someone you have planned for me. can i ask for a favor? if that someone you want me to spend my life with has already been born, can you please give me a sign? &lt;p&gt;then i hovered over the idea of what kind of sign should i ask for. being a hopeless romantic, i ask for simple things like: i want that man to serenade me with a song over the phone and send me a dozen fruits.. &lt;p&gt;yes, i particulary asked for a fruit since i know most people ask for flowers or yellow birds or butterflies.. in my case, i asked for a fruit.. i never told anyone about this sign.. in fact, i didn't think of anybody in particular who could or would be able to fulfill that wish.. i simply told myself that i just have to open my eyes so i can be ready when the sign appears..  &lt;p&gt;and then it happened.. one time, at the office, i got sick, so my supervisor sent me home so i could take a rest. that same evening, i saw my cellphone blinking with Marc's number.. i didn't have any idea why he was calling.. then he sang me the song "The Reason" by Hoobastank.. i was shocked.. i asked him why he was singing.. he simply answered, "i missed you today".. the next morning, he went to my boarding house and gave me a basket of fruits..  &lt;p&gt;and guess how many fruits were in the basket? 6 oranges and 6 apples!  &lt;p&gt;how could that be? i was simply dumbfounded when i realized that the sign i have asked for what right in front of my eyes.. he left me speechless for a long time.. it was late in the evening when i decided, Marc was the one for me..  &lt;p&gt;and so, almost 5 years later, here we are, still going strong and will soon be celebrating our wedding anniversary..  &lt;p&gt;it may be Fate.. or destiny.. or a sign.. or simply a coincidence.. i beleive that if you're really meant for each other, whatever happens, you will find one another.... yes, i know, sometimes, signs can be deceiving... cause we are the one making those signs.. SIGNS are there to guide us and to give you the finality which way to go. &lt;p&gt;but in the end, it's your Faith in Him that will put you to the place where you want to be.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-4473262312504939572?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4473262312504939572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=4473262312504939572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/4473262312504939572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/4473262312504939572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/03/signs.html' title='s.i.g.n.s'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SctD2tGedwI/AAAAAAAAA_4/DsE3i9rQBEA/s72-c/hugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-3861755309710224272</id><published>2009-03-18T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:30:01.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my horoscope...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed name="horo" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/horo.swf?i=" width="175" height="242" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" quality="high" wmode="transparent" n="claire&amp;amp;s="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; 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Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have done, or could have had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-212569860991158860?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/212569860991158860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=212569860991158860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/212569860991158860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/212569860991158860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-ever.html' title='have you ever...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-7132799077733223946</id><published>2009-03-11T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:39:15.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teddy bear kisses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed name="Teddy Bear Note" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.spidertube.com/generator/teddybear/teddybear.swf" width="385" height="425" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="samedomain" wmode="transparent" quality="high" flashvars="t=hi honey,&amp;amp;m=I just wanted to tell you how much I love you!  we're now almost 4 years old together! isn't it amazing? i miss you much honey! I think about you always....&amp;amp;f=wabyu, hon...&amp;amp;px=47.7&amp;amp;py=42.5&amp;amp;i=undefined&amp;amp;dom=http://www.spidertube.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spidertube.com/"&gt;Friendster Generators and layouts at spidertube.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-7132799077733223946?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7132799077733223946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=7132799077733223946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/7132799077733223946'/><link rel='self' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308497274175593442" style="DISPLAY: block;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px;WIDTH: 400px;CURSOR: hand;HEIGHT: 242px;TEXT-ALIGN: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SauSJS5dm-I/AAAAAAAAA9w/wV-mLIh9ZR4/s400/bdaycake4honey.bmp" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Birthday my dearest and sweetest, &lt;br&gt;Not a day goes by when I do not think of you &lt;br&gt;and how empty my life would be if you were not here. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;With each year I'll love you more. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Remember that your best years are still ahead of you &lt;br&gt;and I'll be there for every up down and in between. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Much love on your birthday and always. &lt;br&gt;Honey&lt;/center&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-3677032161593337201?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3677032161593337201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=3677032161593337201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/3677032161593337201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/3677032161593337201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-honey.html' title='happy birthday honey!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SauSJS5dm-I/AAAAAAAAA9w/wV-mLIh9ZR4/s72-c/bdaycake4honey.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-6000901881160897802</id><published>2009-02-27T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:49:34.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>malapit na!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.pageplugins.com/generators/loveletter/letter.swf" FlashVars="t=hi honey&amp;m=malapit na wedding anniversary natin.. one month na lang.. imagine, magfo-four years na tayong kasal.. sana tumagal pa tayo ng madaming taon pa.&amp;f=Love you much, CLAIRE&amp;px=34.9&amp;py=15.45&amp;i=2&amp;dom=http://www.pageplugins.com" quality="high" wmode="transparent" width="375" height="370" name="Love Letters" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="samedomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pageplugins.com"&gt;Myspace Lover Letter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-6000901881160897802?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6000901881160897802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-4957057088234191060</id><published>2009-02-24T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:19:03.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>he loves me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i410.photobucket.com/albums/pp190/FindStuff2/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/Love/Loveflower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-4957057088234191060?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4957057088234191060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=4957057088234191060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/4957057088234191060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/4957057088234191060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-loves-me.html' title='he loves me...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-6509750292735245152</id><published>2009-02-20T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:20:30.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post-its..</title><content type='html'>just want to share some of the post-it notes i received this week... i keep 'em coz i love receiving these kind of notes.. :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/lovenote.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/hi.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/jayne.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/thanks.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-6509750292735245152?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6509750292735245152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=6509750292735245152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/6509750292735245152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/6509750292735245152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/02/post-its.html' title='post-its..'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-8053140744294011142</id><published>2009-02-14T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T06:24:00.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've found the one..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww18/T-N-T-FOREVER/Hearts/Roseheartglitter.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you came into my life &lt;br&gt;in the most unexpected time,&lt;br&gt;you brought me up to the light&lt;br&gt;when i was surrounded by the night...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i was once a lost soul,&lt;br&gt;wondering if i'd ever be found,&lt;br&gt;thinking of various things,&lt;br&gt;getting out of bounds...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yet your smile showed me the path,&lt;br&gt;to the most coveted part of your heart..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now that i am complete,&lt;br&gt;i know i won't get lost again.&lt;br&gt;because i know that you are here,&lt;br&gt;beside me, before me, after me,&lt;br&gt;following me until eternity...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i thank God for He has given me&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://i411.photobucket.com/albums/pp195/paigehX0X0/hearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the one i will forever adore,&lt;br&gt;cherish, behold, even to the farthest shore...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i thank Him for i finally found thee,&lt;br&gt;the one who would never ever leave me,&lt;br&gt;the one who has completed me... 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one..'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i701.photobucket.com/albums/ww18/T-N-T-FOREVER/Hearts/th_Roseheartglitter.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-195570441990869083</id><published>2009-02-13T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:21:01.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>v-a-l-e-n-t-i-n-e</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SZOWIw5YroI/AAAAAAAAA7g/UnDQUM4-1SM/s1600-h/valentine.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301746263653920386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/195570441990869083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-l-e-n-t-i-n-e.html' title='v-a-l-e-n-t-i-n-e'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SZOWIw5YroI/AAAAAAAAA7g/UnDQUM4-1SM/s72-c/valentine.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-8546924005571970202</id><published>2009-02-09T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:53:23.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SZFNJoLy-sI/AAAAAAAAA6k/_CbCo9qyGY0/s1600-h/blessings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301103064192842434" style="FLOAT: right;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px;WIDTH: 188px;CURSOR: hand;HEIGHT: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SZFNJoLy-sI/AAAAAAAAA6k/_CbCo9qyGY0/s200/blessings.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;it was a fun-filled &amp; blessed birthday for me.. i was able to spend it with my family and loved ones..all those who remembered my bday made my 30th year complete.. i coudn't ask for more.. thanks so much to ALL... &lt;p&gt;today, i dropped a bagful of old clean clothes on our Donation box at the office.. it has been my "tradition" to give some of my things/clothes to Charity, which started 5 years ago in my old company, AOL. i remember, every Christmas, i would drop by first to the main lobby and donate some things on our Give-A-Gift donation box before i proceed to my pod.. last year, i wasn't able to do that because I wasn't able to visit my old company..  &lt;p&gt;a week ago, my team went back to our old iQor building and i was surprised to see this big box full of teddy bears/ toys and goodies.. i suddenly had an idea on what to do on my birthday, and that is to donate those that I wasn't able to give last Christmas.. today, when i have finally dropped my things there, i felt so happy and blessed.. &lt;p&gt;i remember last night's episode of My Bukas Pa (an ABS-CBN soap/drama) that Santino was counting with his fingers while his priest-daddies were complaining about the scarcity of food and penny.. Santino then said, "mas marami pa rin po ang magagandang blessings na dumarating sa atin, kesa sa mga negative, kaya dapat pa rin tayong magpasalamat sa Kanya".. &lt;p&gt;i was touched with Santino's words.. today, when i saw my donations, i told myself, "God has given me a lot throughout my 30 years and He has never failed to surprise me".. so now, I am acknowledging all those blessings and I am giving back to those who needs more.. in my own little way, i really hope that I can touch lives and make a difference in this world..  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size:2="size:2"&gt;pic credit: &lt;a href="http://peninsulacommunityfellowship.org/"&gt;peninsulacommunityfellowship.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-8546924005571970202?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8546924005571970202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=8546924005571970202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/8546924005571970202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/8546924005571970202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/02/blessings.html' title='blessings'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SZFNJoLy-sI/AAAAAAAAA6k/_CbCo9qyGY0/s72-c/blessings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-3461187459767928950</id><published>2009-01-26T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:56:41.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my own fairy tale</title><content type='html'>yesterday, i saw one of my old notebooks lying atop my dresser and i couldn't help but read through pages and reminisce the years when i was still writing poems for myself and for my friends.. suddenly, nostalgia breaks away from my grasp and had me walking down memory lane.. &lt;p&gt;my fingers walked through the pages of my notebook and voila! i found myself reading my very own Fairy Tale which i have originally written in year 2000.. ohmygosh! it was about a masked stranger, a princess and a vampire.. wow, cool!! so my fascination with vampires started in College, huh... i just realized, my addiction to vampires have grown massively. &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;*rolls eyes*yeah that Twilight thing again!*.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;anyways, back to my nostalgic memory, let me share with you the poem or tale that i have composed almost 10 years ago, (dated August 25, 1999 to be exact)... it is about a princess, which i named CLAIRE, &lt;em&gt;*&lt;s&gt;of course, i should be the starring role!&lt;/s&gt;*&lt;/em&gt; and her adventure with a masked man and a vampire who almost slit her throat.. ugh! anyway, i think i made this "fairy tale" the day after our college Students' Day &lt;em&gt;(after i got hand-cuffed in a marriage booth! uyy kilig!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;okay.. here goes my Fairy Tale... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once upon a time, a tale brought forth the roar of the tides, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that clashed through waves across the miles.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this infinite dimension, a flowing desert appeared, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which created shadows that cast each day of the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once upon a time, a castle stood still with brilliance, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with the wind that breezed through the golden sand, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Castle within the breast of the ocean and the earth, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;embraced the pillows of a princess at birth... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Days, months and years have passed,&lt;br /&gt;the little baby princess bloomed at last,&lt;br /&gt;Given the name Claire, so delicate &amp;amp; full of charm&lt;br /&gt;Serenaded by a throng of lads, from near &amp;amp; far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful princess was loved by everyone,&lt;br /&gt;kings &amp;amp; dukes courted her, even from faraway kingdoms..&lt;br /&gt;but she wasn't interested in any of them, so no one compelled&lt;br /&gt;for she was after the man on the book that she have read..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One starless night, gazing from the window,&lt;br /&gt;a shadow moved along the golden wall..&lt;br /&gt;turning her head, the princess gasped for breath&lt;br /&gt;when a masked stranger approached and scared her to death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the man in mysterious mask smiled and said later,&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be afraid, I'm just here to seek for shelter,"&lt;br /&gt;He said, he was being chased by a vampire,&lt;br /&gt;so, like a cat, he crept the castle so high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a lightning struck and torn the sky,&lt;br /&gt;and a bat-like creature shrieked through the night,&lt;br /&gt;A vampire appeared and fire came out from his burning eyes&lt;br /&gt;but the stranger was quick to avoid the flash of light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrified, Princess Claire ran for her precious life..&lt;br /&gt;through the outskirts of her vast room, she turned to hide,&lt;br /&gt;but the vampire caught her wrist and tried to bite,&lt;br /&gt;as he held her head so high, with all of his might...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The masked man suddenly held out his sword,&lt;br /&gt;a fine sharp lance, shimmering with gold,&lt;br /&gt;with all his power, with full force on one swift move,&lt;br /&gt;he thrust the sword directly to the vampire's throat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too late... the blood already drifted from the princess shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;but she still managed to glance at the masked stranger..&lt;br /&gt;Expertly, he held the vampire and threw him on the fire&lt;br /&gt;and blinded the devil with a crucifix, until he lost his life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamily, Claire felt a kiss on her forehead,&lt;br /&gt;but when she opened her eyes, the stranger had vanished..&lt;br /&gt;She thought, she had a nightmare and she became afraid,&lt;br /&gt;yet when she turned around, she found a shoe on her bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year slipped away so fast,&lt;br /&gt;Claire could never forget the man with a mask,&lt;br /&gt;until one day, she went to a masquerade party,&lt;br /&gt;heart beating, she saw the man she longed to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you found my left shoe?" was all he asked..&lt;br /&gt;Then he smiled so sweetly, glowing beneath the mask...&lt;br /&gt;Claire held out her hand, longing to touch his face,&lt;br /&gt;she was held in a trance, she didn't know what to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man stole a kiss and said, "I miss you, my dear princess"&lt;br /&gt;She asked for his name, but at first he hesitated...&lt;br /&gt;Instead, he removed his mask and asked for her hand,&lt;br /&gt;but Claire's steps retreated and ran as fast as she can..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised, with eyes so wide, she turned her back,&lt;br /&gt;she went to her room and saw her book, torn &amp;amp; scratched,&lt;br /&gt;a page was missing, was all she could see,&lt;br /&gt;amidst the dark lonely night, the moon shone brightly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, she traced back her steps and returned to the ball&lt;br /&gt;still expecting to see her masked man dancing on the hall,&lt;br /&gt;down the corridor, she saw him glanced above and grinned,&lt;br /&gt;when he smiled his sweetest smile, she knew this was no longer a dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire and her prince danced through the night,&lt;br /&gt;when daytime broke, she let out a sigh,&lt;br /&gt;"Will you marry me? "the prince proposed to her,&lt;br /&gt;and soon they lived happily ever after...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-3461187459767928950?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3461187459767928950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=3461187459767928950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/3461187459767928950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/3461187459767928950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-own-fairy-tale.html' title='my own fairy tale'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-4424669699359172191</id><published>2009-01-22T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:40:06.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>expressions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i634.photobucket.com/albums/uu61/clecksaints/quotes-sayings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-4424669699359172191?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-7807660761687848232</id><published>2009-01-21T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:01:42.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the complications of love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SXfghFQQCoI/AAAAAAAAA48/HoEo2wp9O_o/s1600-h/luv3angle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293946745947949698" style="FLOAT: left;MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px;WIDTH: 152px;CURSOR: hand;HEIGHT: 157px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SXfghFQQCoI/AAAAAAAAA48/HoEo2wp9O_o/s200/luv3angle.bmp" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; how complicated is love?  &lt;p&gt;this question just popped up on my mind a while ago when i was talking with a dear friend. apparently, she's having a tough time with her love life.. or the lack of it..  &lt;p&gt;you see, my friend, Camille, is somewhat confused because of a guy &lt;em&gt;(let's call him Phil) &lt;/em&gt;who seems to have feelings for her. yes, Phil's adorable, responsible, well-mannered, God fearing and loving.. he has a good head on his shoulders and has qualites that easily attracts opposite sex.. however, this guy admitted that there is also someone else he considers special in his life &lt;em&gt;(let's call the other special girl, Lauren)&lt;/em&gt;.. but, he is not courting Lauren either..  &lt;p&gt;while pondering on this, i tried to speak out what's on my mind and told Camille to forget about the guy.. in the first place, he isn't actually courting Camille - well, not yet.  &lt;p&gt;Phil doesn't believe in courtship.. but Camille is a hopeless romantic, just like me.. i know most of the girls would like that from a guy - to be swoon &amp; serenaded &amp; courted - those kinds of stuffs.. so, if Phil is sooo not into those kinds of manifestation, then it means = minus pogi points..  &lt;p&gt;but then again, Phil isn't into those kinds of love expressions. he's more into actions speak louder than words.. he wants a relationship to start with Magic! like when he is inlove with the girl, all he wants is for them to look at each other in the eye and sparks will fly away and boom! love starts..  &lt;p&gt;anyway, my friend, Camille, started to doubt her feelings for the guy when she learned about the closeness of Phil and Lauren. he considers Lauren special. they are at ease with each other, they're so close, that when you see their body talk, it is as if they were really meant for each other. but he never discloses his intention or feelings for her.  &lt;p&gt;on the other hand, he and Camille are also close in a somewhat more conventional way.. they exchange thoughts when they have a chance to talk.. they express / send sincere messages through SMS.. but when they are with their churchmates, they somewhat distance themselves from each other, for fear of getting close to each other, but the longing to be with one another is there..  &lt;p&gt;get my drift? hmmm.. i don't think so.. that's why it is kinda complicated.. it is as if the guy is torn between two lovers. clearly, Camille have feelings for Phil .. but right now, Camille tries to shy away from him, to give him space and let him think better.. but Camille feels like she's on the edge of her seat when she does not hear anything from the guy.. she admitted to me that her day is not entirely complete if she never receive any info about Phil.. and she admits that she is hurting whenever she sees Phil &amp; Lauren behave like childhood sweethearts in front of her..  &lt;p&gt;yes, clearly, Camille is in love.. but of course, my girl won't make the first move... but what if Phil will never ever make the first move? what if Phil really likes Lauren but is afraid of getting dumped? what if he is just comfortable being around Lauren? what if the person he really likes is Camille? and what's gonna happen to Camille's feelings if she'll decide to totally forget all about Phil?  &lt;p&gt;ahhh.. love is indeed mysterious.. sometimes, you can't have it both ways, you can never win and lose at the same time.. love is a many splendored things.. i can totally go on and babble all about love, and this question remains - how will love find it's way through Camille, Phil &amp; Lauren?  &lt;p&gt;the answer is simple - GOD. i told Camille to pray as hard as she can, pray for strength to be able to withstand whatever that is holding her back.. pray for guidance and deliverance.. and ask for a sign from HIM..  &lt;p&gt;nevertheless, we also asked our colleague, Joshua about his opinion on this matter. luckily, Joshua had a lot of good things to say about it. he said, it is only natural for the girl to feel a little jealous when she knows that the apple of her eye is being smitten by another person. fromo a guy's perspective, he suggested Camille to do everything it takes to win the confidence of the man. but not in a competitive way.. to do this, she must somehow show the guy that there are things that she can do like care for him, be there for him when he needs help, always listen and continue spending time for that person even if she is busy.. it somehow helps a man to choose better if he knows the things that the other person may not be able to give.. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SXfhWmF1VyI/AAAAAAAAA5E/dC_icyoXIm4/s1600-h/bleeding%2520heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293947665295693602" style="FLOAT: right;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px;WIDTH: 142px;CURSOR: hand;HEIGHT: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SXfhWmF1VyI/AAAAAAAAA5E/dC_icyoXIm4/s200/bleeding%2520heart.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;upon hearing Joshua's words, Camille and I pondered and realized that it really helps when you talk to a guy who have experienced this situation. at least somehow, Camille learns something from a man's perspective...  &lt;p&gt;how about you? have you even been in a situation like this? love is indeed complicated, but once yo get ithrough it, you know you will be on the right track...  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.. the situation above is true, however, i decided to change the names of the persons involve for security reasons &amp; due to Camille's insistence.. because we never know if Phil is reading this.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-7807660761687848232?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7807660761687848232/comments/default' title='Post 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Meyer would finish Midnight Sun so every twilighter would be as happy as Bella.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday-Sunday - i went back to reading John Saul's &lt;em&gt;Cry for the Strangers.. &lt;/em&gt;Saul's books always freaks me out but i love how he always ends his stories with a twist&lt;em&gt;...(and hanging&lt;/em&gt;..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday - rest day for reading... apparently, i've read all the books tucked in my dresser &lt;em&gt;(i have a small library inside my dresser, huh!)&lt;/em&gt; so i asked my colleague, Elmo if he could ask some books from his girlfriend at the Holy Angel University.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday - i finally had my hands on Paolo Coelho's &lt;em&gt;By the River Piedra I sat Down &amp;amp; Wept&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Like the Flowing River..&lt;/em&gt; thanks so much Mitch!! (&lt;em&gt;elmo's gf is sooo cool!!!) &lt;/em&gt;a long time ago, i've read The Alchemist and i felt a connection with the author.. so i promised myself that if i get the chance &amp;amp; time, i'll be scouring the libraries &amp;amp; bookstores to look for Paolo Coelho's master pieces.. luckily, i was able to borrow two of his books from the University.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday - i finished &lt;em&gt;By the River Piedra I Sat Down &amp;amp; Wept &lt;/em&gt;- and i also literally wept after reading it.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday - as of this moment, i got my eyes on &lt;em&gt;Like the Flowing River &lt;/em&gt;and i'm learning a lot from the compilation of short stories and thoughts of Paolo's...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tomorrow, Friday - hopefully, i'll be able to finish the book above and take a rest.. my eyesight isn't doing any good lately.. i need new glasses!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-6516043125056382224?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6516043125056382224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=6516043125056382224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/6516043125056382224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/6516043125056382224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/01/bookworming.html' title='bookworming...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SW7VVqnqe4I/AAAAAAAAA2w/A3MBuYwl-cw/s72-c/bookworm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-1892345416679719891</id><published>2009-01-11T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:10:36.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/662/66284.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/662/66285.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-1892345416679719891?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1892345416679719891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=1892345416679719891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/1892345416679719891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/1892345416679719891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-you.html' title='i love you'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-6068944574217285302</id><published>2009-01-08T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:52:31.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend bites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SWccgi2iTvI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Tge2HYHbY9g/s1600-h/weekend.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289227632806874866" style="DISPLAY: block;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px;WIDTH: 320px;CURSOR: hand;HEIGHT: 287px;TEXT-ALIGN: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SWccgi2iTvI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Tge2HYHbY9g/s320/weekend.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;thank goodness, the week is about to end.. time to stay close to my family and bring some cheer to my kidlets.. we'll bve spending the weekend in Mexico and i'm sure my kiddos will have a great time with my in-laws..  &lt;p&gt;good thing my little Kian is now well.. thanks so much, everyone for your concern on my sons' well-being..  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;may all of us have a great weekend ahead... i sure am going to have a wonderful one!! ohyes! my hubby promised me a date on Sunday.. yipeee!!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;'till next time everyone.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-6068944574217285302?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6068944574217285302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=6068944574217285302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/6068944574217285302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/6068944574217285302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-bites.html' title='weekend bites'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SWccgi2iTvI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Tge2HYHbY9g/s72-c/weekend.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-3418049431575509894</id><published>2009-01-05T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:08:20.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my twilight character</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm an addict.. Twilight is my own brand of heroin.. i dazzle whenever i am around my true love.. i love everything about Twilight &amp;amp; the Cullens.. why should i not be? i am one of them.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Twilight Test " href="http://www.blogger.com/www.dumbspot.com/twilight-test"&gt;&lt;img alt="Twilight Test " src="http://q-dumb.mgsrvr.com/images/badges/275/alice.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. chuckles! i know that i am very like Alice.. i love her character so much! but i'd still love to fall in love with Edward.. sheesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get your own character using the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.dumbspot.com/twilight-test"&gt;Twilight Test &lt;/a&gt;from &lt;a 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&amp; KIAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-4591106876765835991?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4591106876765835991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=4591106876765835991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/4591106876765835991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/515/51533.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/58/5818.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/516/51668.gif" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/79/7907.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-8850720142536828826?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8850720142536828826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=8850720142536828826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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for my husband...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I Wanna Grow Old With you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(by Westlife)&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day&lt;br /&gt;Without your smile&lt;br /&gt;Another day just passes by&lt;br /&gt;But now I know&lt;br /&gt;How much it means&lt;br /&gt;For you to stay&lt;br /&gt;Right here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time we spent apart will make our love grow stronger&lt;br /&gt;But it hurt so bad I can't take it any longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow old with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna die lying in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow old with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there for you&lt;br /&gt;Sharing everything you do&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow old with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles between us now&lt;br /&gt;It causes me to wonder how&lt;br /&gt;Our love tonight remains so strong&lt;br /&gt;It makes our risk right all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time we spent apart will make our love grow stronger&lt;br /&gt;But it hurt so bad I can't take it any longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow old with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna die lying in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow old with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there for you&lt;br /&gt;Sharing everything you do&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow old with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things can come and go I know but&lt;br /&gt;Baby I believe&lt;br /&gt;Something's burning strong between us&lt;br /&gt;Makes it clear to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow old with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna die lying in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow old with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there for you&lt;br /&gt;Sharing everything you do&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow old with you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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you...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-3631866549766159604</id><published>2008-09-09T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:43:07.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>babala! mag-ingat sa mga nagpapanggap na pulis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.marrder.com/htw/2006May/Images/htw_5_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px;WIDTH: 200px;CURSOR: hand;" alt="" src="http://www.marrder.com/htw/2006May/Images/htw_5_2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;kahapon, alas-siyete ng umaga, bumaba ako sa kahabaan ng Mac-Arthur Highway sa Mabalacat mula sa sinasakyan kong jeep upang hintayin ang aming &lt;em&gt;company bus&lt;/em&gt; na sumusundo sa amin tuwing umaga. dun kami sa may Export Bank nag-stay habang naghihintay ng bus. kasama ko ang aking bunsong kapatid na si Jonas, at naka-kuwentuhan ko si Chen-Chen, isang dating kaopisina. nilabas ko ang aking cellphone para sana i-check ang oras, nang di nagtagal, may lumapit sa amin na isang lalaki na nakabisekleta at tinanong ako, &lt;em&gt;Miss, tagalog po ba kayo o Kapampangan?&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;medyo nagtaka ako sa tanong nya.. akala ko pa nga ay magtatanong sya ng direksyon papunta sa ganito o ganyang lugar.. pero nagkamali ako.. bigla na lang akong sinabihan ng lalaki na &lt;em&gt;"Miss, bawal pong gumamit ng cell-phone dito"&lt;/em&gt;..  &lt;p&gt;nabigla ako sa tinuran ng mama... kelan pa ho pinagbawal ang pag-gamit ng cellphone? nasambit ko.. tapos ay nilabas ng lalaki ang isang malaking I.D at sinabing isa daw syang Pulis.. pero bigla din nyang binalik ang I.D. nya "kuno" sa kanyang likurang bulsa...  &lt;p&gt;napansin ni Chen ang mga pangyayari at nagsalita sya...&lt;em&gt;sinungaling ka Kuya! di totoo ang sinasabi mo.. wag kang maniwala dyan, Claire. modus lang yan!&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;nanlaki ang aking mga mata sa narinig.. nabigla din ang lalaki.. sinabi nyang nagsasabi sya ng totoo at patutunayan daw yun ng ID nya.. ang sabi ni Chen-Chen, &lt;em&gt;hay naku! manloloko kayo! may nabiktima na kayo sa lugar namin sa Madapdap! kukunin nyo lang ang cellphone namin! baka gusto ninyong tumawag talaga ako ng totoong pulis?&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;p&gt;sa narinig ay bigla na lang umatras ang mama at dali-daling lumayo sa amin... kinuwento sa akin ni Chen-Chen ang nangyari sa kanyang kapit-bahay na nabiktima ng mga nakabisekleta na nagpapanggap na pulis.. totoo ngang may mga umaaaligid ngayon na nagsasabi sa mga bibiktimahin nila na bawal ang gumamit ng cell phone sa isang lugar at bigla na lang nilang kukunin ang cell phone mo para i-confiscate.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;naku, buti na lang pala at naroon si Chen-Chen para balaan kami sa ganung modus operandi! kung hindi ay baka nawala na rini ang cell phone ko!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;babala po ito sa lahat ng aking mambabasa.. nasaan man kayo, sa Pampanga man o sa kahit anong lugar, magmatyag po tayo at maging aware sa mga taong lumalapit sa atin at nagsasabing bawal ang gumamit ng cellphone! kahit magpakita pa sila ng I.D ay wag po kayong mahuhulog sa mga bitag nila...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kailanman ay walang batas na nagbabawal na gumamit ng cellphone sa pampublikong lugar! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-3631866549766159604?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;hi hon.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;august 8 is just around the corner.. it's gonna be our anniversary!! &lt;a href="http://claire2kitty.blogspot.com/2007/08/wet-wet-wet.html"&gt;remember what happened a year ago? &lt;/a&gt;wonder what's in store for us this year.. can't wait to be with you - alone - on our special day!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;love &amp; kisses, honey! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-1802606104233952394?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1802606104233952394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-298570939232969737</id><published>2008-06-05T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T01:49:10.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;hello guys and gals.. yes, it's been quite some time now.. i haven't been updating lately because i had to finish almost 200 hundred petitions at work.. mostly these are for charity, actually.. i mean entering those old cases on our new database is really taking so much of my time.. but i've come to realize that what i am doing is exactly what i love to do.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;so after a week's worth of pounding the keys on my keyboard and analyzing each case with qualit precision, here i am, finally doing another thing that i love to do..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;blogging!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;although, it's gonna be my rest day, so definitely no posts for tomorrow until Monday.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;anyway, i just want to share these thoughts that made me whole, complete and made me see life in a different perspective.. something that is so NOT me..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Love Myspace Comments" href="http://mnsls.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Love Myspace Comments" src="http://i.mynicespace.com/76/7693.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;just like in life.. it won't always be a bed of roses.. there are times that you are stepping on nails instead. but through this all, it would be best to stop and think for a while..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the reason we are feeling pain is because God wants us to grow up, to reflect and to talk to Him.. and tell Him that we need Him.. because we Love Him.. because He Loves Us.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Love Myspace Comments" href="http://mnsls.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Love Myspace Comments" src="http://i.mynicespace.com/52/5206.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;it's seldom now that my husband and i would sit back, relax and enjoy silly conversations.. sometimes, at home, we just eat together and then i'd prepare his clothes and his things for work.. during rest days, we go to our in-laws.. i miss the days when all we had was time.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;time for each other.. time for ourselves.. time to take everything in our hands with ease..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;time to say I LOVE YOUs..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;yes, we still say i love you's when i arrive from work or when he is about to go to work and when we send text messages to each other.. just by saying that with matching kiss on the lips is enough for me to express my love for him.. but sometimes i yearn for more.. i yearn for more quality time.. i yearn for more of him alone.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;maybe, one day, when both of us have free time, we're gonna do the things that we haven't been doing for the longest time..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;either way, just knowing that he is with me, and i am with him, and we got each other, we love one another and we treasure our family - i know that we will live happyily ever after.. &lt;a title="Love Myspace Comments" href="http://mnsls.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Love Myspace Comments" src="http://i.mynicespace.com/74/7486.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;oh my.. i sound corny! but oh well, that's how it is when in love..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;you feel like you own the whole world.. you feel like singing all the time..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;you got butterflies in your stomach.. you got bees in your ears..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;it really feels good to be loved, to love and to 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/298570939232969737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/298570939232969737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2008/06/reflections.html' title='reflections...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-6380781124356095541</id><published>2008-05-19T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:03:12.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts of you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Love Myspace Comments" 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you...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-8718327745175923130</id><published>2008-05-15T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T01:27:49.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the little things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;The Little Things&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As you might know, the head of a company survived 9/11 because his son started kindergarten.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;BR&gt;One woman was late because her alarm clock didn't go off in time.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike because of an auto accident.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;One of them missed his bus.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;One's car wouldn't start.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;One went back to answer the telephone.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;One had a child that dawdled and didn't get ready as soon as he should have.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;One couldn't get a taxi.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;The one that struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that morning, took the various means to get to work but before he got there, he developed a blister on his foot. He stopped at a drugstore ! to buy a Band-Aid. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;That is why he is alive today.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer a ringing telephone...all the little things that annoy me.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;I think to myself, this is exactly where God wants me to be at this very moment..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;Next time your morning seems to be going wrong, the children are slow getting dressed, you can't seem to find the car keys, you hit every traffic light, don't get mad or frustrated;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;                     God is at work watching over you.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;May God continue to bless you with all those annoying little things and may you remember their possible purpose.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;Have a great weekend, everyone! &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-8718327745175923130?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8718327745175923130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=8718327745175923130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/8718327745175923130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/8718327745175923130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-things.html' title='the little things...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-7892338571709031807</id><published>2008-05-15T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:55:47.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SCvgds1LhxI/AAAAAAAAAfU/PdU6ehQgb5k/s1600-h/purple+bracelet+rosary"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200496995584411410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SCvgds1LhxI/AAAAAAAAAfU/PdU6ehQgb5k/s200/purple+bracelet+rosary" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this small purple hearts bracelet rosary is what i received from my husband last Sunday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;my day started with a kiss on my forehead.. i thought i was still dreaming &lt;s&gt;(i was actually dreaming about LOST's Matthew Fox blindfolding me! gasp!)&lt;/s&gt; .. and when i opened my eyes, i saw a pair of cute little hands cupping my round face.. it was Kyle. he said Hello Mommy and then hugged me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other little tot, Kian, (who's growing more and more manly this days with his new haircut) also kissed me on my left cheek but did not utter a word. he immediately took off so i was left with Kyle. a few mintes later, Hubby announced "It is Mother's Day today" and that I shouldn't do any house chores. of course, i grinned from ear to ear upon hearing this, &lt;em&gt;pero di naman ako nagpahalata na excited ako, haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby did the cleaning of the house (with the aid of our househelp)and also did the cooking for our lunch - sinigang - our favorite.. my two cutie pies, as usual, did their round of bouts and squeals.. while i, the lady of the house, busied myself pasting photos and cut-outs on our family scrapbook.. from time to time, my fingers pushed the of buttons on my cellphone's keypad to answer the numerous Mother's Day greetings and text messages. &lt;p&gt;when Kyle and Kian got tired of playing and shouting and eating and laughing and running, they reached for their bottles of milk, relaxed on their respective cribs and slept soundly.. Hubby &amp;amp; i took advantage of the time that we were alone and managed to take a rest too.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was 2pm when all of us woke up and Hubby told me to change (clothes) and groom the kids because we're going to the mall.. yipeee! in less than an hour, we spent the rest of the afternoon playing "Shoot That Ball", racing with the Pokemons, punching the Street-Fighters and riding the elephants  at World of Fun.. the Token girl was so sweet, she gave me a beautiful Mother's Day greeting card and two free tokens &lt;em&gt;(it's part of their promo, buy 6 get 2 free tokens)..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after two tiring hours, we did our weekly grocery routine and finally ate at McDonalds.. it was already past 7pm when all of us got home and relaxed. but before going to bed, Hubby ended the day with a kiss and then he gave me a small box containing this beautiful bracelet.. he said it would always remind me of him and the One above who is forever in our midst..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and that's what happened during my special day.. thanks a lot Honey.. mwah! iloveyoumuch!&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-7892338571709031807?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7892338571709031807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=7892338571709031807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/7892338571709031807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/7892338571709031807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-day.html' title='my day...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/SCvgds1LhxI/AAAAAAAAAfU/PdU6ehQgb5k/s72-c/purple+bracelet+rosary' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-4311076477193816579</id><published>2008-04-22T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:57:20.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer plans = summer fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/9/15"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/6/photos/9/300x300/15/topview.jpg?et=dOr1dRUOhFvpUIY0mgnt,Q&amp;nmid=45860079" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;i'll be having another week-long vacation next week! yipee!! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;my family and i will be going back to Pangasinan for our annual fiesta- slash -family reunion- slash - beach party... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;see this majestic image of the beach and the resort just beside the ocean? that's where we're going "AGAIN".. in Covelandia Du Labrador, Pangasinan..and if we'll have more time, maybe we can strut our way to 100 Islands!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;yipeee! now that's something to look forward to! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;i was soooo happy when my AVP, Marco finally said OK to my offset and leave requests. even if it means that i will be working on Saturday next week (May 3), thats no dice for me. as long as im gonna spend a week with my family &lt;EM&gt;(beach hopping, house visits, fishing, lots of eating!)&lt;/EM&gt;, that's all that matters to me.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;and oh! i will be reuniting with my friends again this Saturday at &lt;A href="http://noypiako81.blogspot.com/"&gt;donnel's &lt;/A&gt;place during their brgy fiesta! im soooo thrilled! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;lastly, my hubby has hatched plans for a Subic escapade next month! i cant wait to be there!!! &lt;EM&gt;Honey, let's talk about that plan later so we can make it real, shall we? &lt;/EM&gt;*winks! winks!*&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-4311076477193816579?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4311076477193816579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=4311076477193816579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/4311076477193816579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/4311076477193816579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2008/04/summer-plans-summer-fun.html' title='summer plans = summer fun!'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-1982514119933666925</id><published>2008-04-05T00:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T00:42:19.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loving you</title><content type='html'>The love you give, is the love i receive, and i intend to fully cherish, everything and every word you have said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere words could never tell how much i care and cherish you...'Tis something that makes me sane everyday.. let me just then say... I LOVE YOU, every single day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-1982514119933666925?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1982514119933666925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=1982514119933666925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/1982514119933666925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/1982514119933666925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2008/04/loving-you.html' title='loving you'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-6609565561587593819</id><published>2008-03-31T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T01:44:11.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;this is the song that my honey sang when he serenaded me. he even recorded this song on his cellphone and sent it to me the day before he and his bandmates played in our company's anniversary..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i finally heard this song being played again on the radio last Sunday, same day when my honey and i had an argument.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this is the perfect song for you honey.. i love you.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;there's many things i wish i didn't do&lt;br /&gt;but i continue learning&lt;br /&gt;i never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;and so i have to say before i go&lt;br /&gt;that i just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've found the reason for me&lt;br /&gt;to change who i used to be&lt;br /&gt;a reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that i hurt you&lt;br /&gt;it's something i must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;and all the pain i put you through&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i could take it all the way&lt;br /&gt;and be the one who catches all your tears&lt;br /&gt;that's why i need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've found the reason for me&lt;br /&gt;to change who i used to be&lt;br /&gt;a reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;i never meant to do those thing to you&lt;br /&gt;and so i have to say before i go&lt;br /&gt;that's i just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've found the reason for me&lt;br /&gt;to change who i used to be&lt;br /&gt;a reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've found the reason to show&lt;br /&gt;a side of me you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;a reason for all that i do&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-6609565561587593819?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/6609565561587593819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=6609565561587593819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/6609565561587593819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/6609565561587593819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2008/03/reason.html' title='the reason'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-3097861375193078060</id><published>2008-03-28T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T01:32:25.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you honey...</title><content type='html'>Thank you for being patient with my difficult moods..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate so much how you're able to put up with my emotions..i try so hard, but sometimes, my moods get the best of me.. i get sad... and sometimes, i get angry because i think you should understand and comfort me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i know you can't understand when i shut you out.. you can't comfort me because i refuse to let you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i feel like crying for no reason at all.. i realize that's hard to understand.. but it's my way of letting go of all the anger, hurt and frustraion that's building inside me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i let things around me influence the way i act.. i let the past in and my feeling from there get tangled up with my present feeling ... i guess this has to happen sometimes and i know it hurts you.. but it's a part of growing, learning and living...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for understanding when i'm quiet and when i am obtrusive.. thank you for being patient when you're frustrated with me.. thank you for calming down when i am already flared up.. thank you for all that you are and for being my lifetime partner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without you, my life is definitely incomplete.. i love you honey... thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-3097861375193078060?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-1400434850548889717</id><published>2008-03-21T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T01:30:02.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if my love..</title><content type='html'>If my love could be a poem&lt;br /&gt;And it were all for you,&lt;br /&gt;Then I would write forever&lt;br /&gt;And times the love by two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my love could be a flower&lt;br /&gt;That only blooms within your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Then I would live forever&lt;br /&gt;And never, ever die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my love could be a tear drop&lt;br /&gt;That has streamed along your face,&lt;br /&gt;Then I would always know&lt;br /&gt;In your heart I found a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my love could be a blue-bird&lt;br /&gt;That has never flown away,&lt;br /&gt;Then I would always be here&lt;br /&gt;'coz I'd never go astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my love could be a blanket&lt;br /&gt;That has never left you cold,&lt;br /&gt;Then I would be forever&lt;br /&gt;Right here for you to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my love could be the soft wind&lt;br /&gt;That has whispered in your ear,&lt;br /&gt;Then I would tell you secrets&lt;br /&gt;And the things you need to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my love could be the sunset&lt;br /&gt;That has left you with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;Then I would know forever&lt;br /&gt;That our love was worth the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my love could be the dark road&lt;br /&gt;That makes your wrongs a right,&lt;br /&gt;Then I would always make sure&lt;br /&gt;That you could find a light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my love could be a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;That fills your day with color,&lt;br /&gt;Then I would always love you&lt;br /&gt;In the Winter, or the Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my love could be the strength&lt;br /&gt;That you need for just one day,&lt;br /&gt;Then I would do my best&lt;br /&gt;To help in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my love could be the heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;That is dancing in your chest,&lt;br /&gt;Then I would always miss you&lt;br /&gt;Cause in your arms I need to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-1400434850548889717?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/1400434850548889717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=1400434850548889717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/1400434850548889717'/><link rel='self' 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love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love that cares for your very own...&lt;br /&gt;and cannot be fathomed by words alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two of us can define it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love shares everything in our minds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is something that makes us smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is definitely, you and i...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-7047469706835081818?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/7047469706835081818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=7047469706835081818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/7047469706835081818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/7047469706835081818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2008/03/define-love.html' title='define love....'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-5982388790008478721</id><published>2008-03-09T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:45:31.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you are my reason..</title><content type='html'>= a poem i dedicated to my husband before we our wedding =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the sun sets... it kisses the ocean deep...&lt;br /&gt;and when the yellow touches the blue,&lt;br /&gt;tears will flow coz i remember you.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm alone, i think of you...&lt;br /&gt;our memories linger in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;through the sweetest songs and the summer breeze,&lt;br /&gt;to the most painful agony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll always stay the same,&lt;br /&gt;for my heart belongs to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i have you,&lt;br /&gt;God just gave me a reason..&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful reason to fall in love all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been to many heartaches and pains...&lt;br /&gt;with sad and broken relationships...&lt;br /&gt;i've lost my vision .. until you saved my soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'rea God-given reason to love and live again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-5982388790008478721?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5982388790008478721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=5982388790008478721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/5982388790008478721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/5982388790008478721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-are-my-reason.html' title='you are my reason..'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-8254814918511546243</id><published>2008-03-03T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:38:26.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignright style="WIDTH: 120px; HEIGHT: 135px" height=217 src="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R8zRNAoKCtAAAEoh0SM1/couple.jpg?et=VIX%2BWCqJYhTc4scO8eQs5Q&amp;nmid=" width=120 border=0&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Snagged this from &lt;A href="http://yennygirl.com/?p=1624"&gt;yen's blog &lt;/A&gt;.. sounds fun so i'm posting this on mine too..  &lt;P&gt; &lt;P&gt;get to know more about my hubby:&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;How long did you date? &lt;EM&gt;about 10 months.. then we got married..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;How old is he? &lt;EM&gt;he just turned 26.. still feels and looks young; as he always say.. :D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;Who eats more? &lt;EM&gt;i do... i'm kinda voracious daw.. ahihi.. me bad!&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Who said “I love you” first? &lt;EM&gt;before going to bed, i say i love you first.. upon waking up, he says I love You first.. sounds fair, isn't it?&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Who is taller? &lt;EM&gt;Hubby is much taller ... &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Who sings better? &lt;EM&gt;He does.... he actually has a band &amp; he's one of the vocals (also does rap)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Who is smarter? &lt;EM&gt;i think I am.. hehehe.. actually, we both are :)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Whose temper is worse? &lt;EM&gt;mine! mine! mine! - yes, i'm definitely hot-headed and he's the cool one!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;Who does the laundry?&lt;EM&gt; i do...&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;BR&gt;Who does the dishes? &lt;EM&gt;he does..&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt; &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? &lt;EM&gt;either of us.. depends on who goes to the mattress first..&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;BR&gt;Who pays the bills? &lt;EM&gt;we both do.. when one is not busy, the other takes over... &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Who mows the lawn? &lt;EM&gt;no one.. hehehe! we've got no lawn...&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Who cooks dinner? &lt;EM&gt;Hubby does, because i go home (from work) at 6:30pm and when i arrive, he has already cooked.. i do my share in the morning, though.. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;Who drives when you are together? &lt;EM&gt;He does.. i still dunno how to drive! i don't even have my licence yet.. :(&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;Who is more stubborn?&lt;EM&gt; i am.. hehehe.. :)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;Who kissed who first? &lt;EM&gt;He always kiss me first.. he can't wait to kiss my lips.. hehehe &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/embarassed.png"&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? &lt;EM&gt;errr...i dont... so definitely it's him, eventhough i am really at fault sometimes...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;Whose parents do you see the most? &lt;EM&gt;mine... my mom visits her two grandkids every week!&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Who proposed? &lt;EM&gt;of course he did... &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Who is more sensitive? &lt;EM&gt;we both are... equally:)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;Who has more friends? &lt;EM&gt;i do.. it doesn't mean that my hubby has lesser friends.. it's just that i'm very very friendly even with strangers.. they say i'm the friendliest mom in our subdivision coz i almost knew all the moms and their kids... haha.. secondly, my hubby doesn't talk that much.. he's a silent killer.. Lol.. &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Who has more siblings? &lt;EM&gt;we're just the same.. we both have 3 siblings..&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;BR&gt;Who wears the pants in the family? {&lt;EM&gt;pakopya ng sagot, yen ha}... it also Depends &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.png"&gt; That’s a safe answer too! nyahahaha&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I’m tagging everyone who has a husband or a partner! &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-8254814918511546243?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8254814918511546243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=8254814918511546243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/8254814918511546243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/8254814918511546243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2008/03/husband-101.html' title='Husband 101'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-5796208630348286663</id><published>2008-03-02T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T01:15:45.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaarawan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;unang araw ng Marso.. araw ng pagre-renew ng lisensya ni Marc, ang aking asawa.. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;eto rin ang araw ng kapanganakan nya.. tumanda na naman sya ng isang taon, pero lalo pa ring bumabata ang itsura.. nagkulay-pula ang buhok nya, parang si Son Gokuo ng Dragon Ball Z... pero ayos lang, carry naman nya eh.. at bagay naman nya....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;naudlot ang plano naming manood ng My Big Love sa SM.. nagkasakit kasi si bunso.. si panganay naman ay may ubo at sipon..kelangan naming bantayan at alagaan ang aming dalawang supling.. mabuti naman at ayos na sila ngayon...&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;nagluto na lamang ako ng pancit at nag-ihaw-ihaw kami sa harap ng aming bahay.. hanabg tulog ang mga bata, nagbonding kaming dalawa sa pamamagitan ng panood ng Naruto: Shippuden sa dvd.. kahit paano ay maayos naming naipagdiwang ang kanyang kaarawan.. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;masaya ako dahil patuloy pa ring tumatatag ang a&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://clairetuts.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/13/5"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignright style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 163px" height=187 src="http://images.clairetuts.multiply.com/image/2/photos/13/300x300/5/Portrait.jpg?et=rK6o61Q2HtsqbhY3N3PKKQ&amp;nmid=46195051" width=242 border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;ming relasyon, sa gitna ng mga problema, hadlang at unos na aming naeenkwentro... masaya ako dahil patuloy na lumalabong ang aming pagmamahalan.. masaya ako dahil ang aming pangako sa isa't-isa na "to love and to cherish, till death to us part" ay aming naisasakatuparan.. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;sa yo mahal kong asawa, maligayang bati at tandaan mo na mahal na mahal kita at naway sana'y lagi tayong magkapiling... &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-5796208630348286663?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/5796208630348286663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=5796208630348286663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/5796208630348286663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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wanted to watch my fave koreanovela.... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;but when i saw gerald green with his cupcake &amp; candle atop the basketball ring, i knew he was in for something.. my hubby screamed, "wooo, all-stars, baby!" and i immediately got interested.. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;yes, i'm so into basketball and i love All-Stars.. especially the Slam Dunk contest.. this year, the players are required to put on some gimmicks to their slam dunk stunts to get the perfect 10! well, let just say, Green &amp; Dwight Howard were really impressive.. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;i suuuuuuper love Howard's Superman dunk.. with all the cape and high-flying.. it was magnificent.. and Green's candle-blowing was just great.. oh, i won't forget the suuuper self-alley-hoop stunt done by Dwight.. pretty amazing, i should say.. even Kobe Bryant gave him a standing ovation for that one!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;oh well, i forgive my hubby for not letting me watch Princess Hours last sunday.. at least i enjoyed NBA, right? hehehe... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;boom baby!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-3941811563630285178?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/3941811563630285178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=3941811563630285178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/3941811563630285178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/3941811563630285178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2008/02/nba-all-stars.html' title='NBA All-Stars'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-8491471507516627536</id><published>2008-02-14T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:48:16.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey-riffic world...</title><content type='html'>To my honey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the day you told me You Love Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   it was one of the most memorable times of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   and when i finally told you how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   i know we we're really meant to be together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days have passed, weeks turned into months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   every passing moment, I grew in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   after a year of love, bliss and memories, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   still my heart shouted out for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, our little bundles of joy came along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   baby Kyle grew up to be like you - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   passionate, intelligent, caring and strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   and somehow i see myself in little Kian -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   bubbly and bright, careferee &amp; full of charm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years and counting... out love continue to blossom like a rose,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Your love keeps me in check, makes me feel complete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My love for you never stopped, never failed, never ceased,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Our bond stays tight coz we have our kids, our joy, our lives in perfect harmony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-8491471507516627536?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8491471507516627536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=8491471507516627536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/8491471507516627536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/8491471507516627536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2008/02/honey-riffic-world.html' title='Honey-riffic world...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-9197549418889330533</id><published>2008-01-29T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:52:44.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'till the break of dawn..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i don't have anything to do right now.. i already emptied out all the docs i need to complete today so petiks mode muna ako... just want to share a poem i composed about 15 minutes ago....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'till the break of dawn....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you and i...&lt;br /&gt;sitting by the poolside&lt;br /&gt;holding hands&lt;staring&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're so close&lt;br /&gt;you by my side&lt;br /&gt;you hugged me tight&lt;br /&gt;i feel safe deep inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there they were&lt;br /&gt;looking form afar&lt;br /&gt;wishing you'd look at them&lt;br /&gt;instead of holding my arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with you beside me&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm good and whole&lt;br /&gt;coz till the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;you and i&lt;br /&gt;will never be withdrawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-9197549418889330533?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-8004690176420758227</id><published>2008-01-24T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T01:37:32.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been living in a dream,&lt;br /&gt;a dream where fantasy exists,&lt;br /&gt;where fairy tales do come true,&lt;br /&gt;and love stories have happy endings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only... &lt;br /&gt;these dreams would turn into reality...&lt;br /&gt;then i would know&lt;br /&gt;how to find answers to all my questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only...&lt;br /&gt;these dreams would come true,&lt;br /&gt;then i would know&lt;br /&gt;how to respond to this intuition&lt;br /&gt;and how to deal with this puzzling emotion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only,&lt;br /&gt;dreams are real.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only.. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-8004690176420758227?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/8004690176420758227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=8004690176420758227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/8004690176420758227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/8004690176420758227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-only.html' title='if only...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-2934826651179957482</id><published>2007-08-18T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:27:39.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you...</title><content type='html'>The love you give, is the love i receive,&lt;br /&gt;and i intend to fully cherish,&lt;br /&gt;everything &amp; every word you have said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many days have passed&lt;br /&gt;we have beaten all the odds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we belong together&lt;br /&gt;in each other's arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere words could never tell&lt;br /&gt;how much i care and cherish you...&lt;br /&gt;'Tis something that makes me alive, &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU my darlings, through out my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border-collapse:collapse;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=64186772&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:0px;background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px;  filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://apps.rockyou.com/dot/SS/A15B-1.gif?id=64186772"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockyou.com?type=slideshow&amp;refid=64186772"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px;  filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="right"&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:0px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow-create.php?refid=64186772"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_create.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:0px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=64186772"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_view.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-2934826651179957482?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/2934826651179957482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=2934826651179957482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/2934826651179957482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/2934826651179957482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-you.html' title='i love you...'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-7901983448274426040</id><published>2007-08-14T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:27:02.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>emotions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0903/claire2kitty/vanportrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/0903/claire2kitty/vanportrait.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you reach out&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the cool frozen air,&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your love escapes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A River -&lt;br /&gt;rises out of despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies &lt;br /&gt;echo within my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointments -&lt;br /&gt;come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory -&lt;br /&gt;a momentary faction of tinctured snow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are, &lt;br /&gt;Reaching out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White in solemn bane,&lt;br /&gt;Healed immeasurably in repose,&lt;br /&gt;Your calming breeze and lightest voice..&lt;br /&gt;Echoing through my deepest breath..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am.. &lt;br /&gt;Not looking back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what's behind&lt;br /&gt;That impenetrable iron mask... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that really you?&lt;br /&gt;Or your alter ego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick-Tock&lt;br /&gt;Tick-Tock...&lt;br /&gt;A tear drops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding-dong..&lt;br /&gt;Knock, Knock..&lt;br /&gt;Hello..&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-7901983448274426040?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-612594569175053483</id><published>2007-08-10T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:55:47.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wet, wet, wet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Rrq0E5TxJ8I/AAAAAAAAAWI/6rW92jJBW_c/s1600-h/rains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096583924519348162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Rrq0E5TxJ8I/AAAAAAAAAWI/6rW92jJBW_c/s200/rains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahapon, naidaos namin ng aking asawa ang aming anibersaryo nang basang-basa... sa ulan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagsimula ito (kahapon) ng umaga nung matanggap ko ang kanyang elektronikong liham &lt;em&gt;(e-mail)&lt;/em&gt; mula kay Marc &lt;em&gt;(asawa ko)&lt;/em&gt; na aking inilagay dito sa blog ko.. &lt;em&gt;(previous entry)&lt;/em&gt;. habang ako ay nasa trabaho, iniisip ko ang mahal kong asawa at kung paano namin iseselebra ang aming anibersaryo (&lt;em&gt;ng pagiging magkasintahan, bago kami naging mag-asawa).. &lt;/em&gt;naalaala ko noong Agosto 8, 2004, nang sambitin ko ang mga katagang, "Mahal Kita", eksaktong alas otso ng umaga, sa harap mismo ng Enchanted Kingdom (Laguna). Saksi sa pag-usbong ng aming pagmamahalan ang dalawa sa aking pinahahalagahang mga kaibigan na sina Bryan at Sarah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatlong taon ang lumipas, kami ay mag-asawa na at nabiyayaan ng dalawang malulusog na anak na lalaki.. Alam naming marami pa kaming pagdadaan na pagsubok at kasiyahan, kaya umaasa kami na handugan kami ng Panginoon ng mahabang buhay upang maging maluwalhati at mas humaba pa ang aming pagsasama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabalik tayo sa kaganapan kahapon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagpatak ng alas-kwatro ng hapon, sinundo ako ni Marc sa opisina, kasagsagan ng bagyong Chedeng &lt;em&gt;(o Dodong na yata yun eh)&lt;/em&gt;. Hinatid namin ang aming butihing kaibigan na si &lt;a&gt;kristine &lt;/a&gt;at pagkatapos ay nagtungo kami sa Haus-Land Realty upang asikasuhin ang titulo ng aming bahay at lupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di nagtagal, makalipas ang kulang 30 minutos, nagpunta na kami sa SM Clark upang manood ng sine. Ratatoulie ang napili naming panoorin &lt;em&gt;(mahilig kasi akong magluto, at sya naman ay mahilig maglagay ng dekorasyon sa pagkain)&lt;/em&gt;..pagkatapos naming manood ng pelikula ay kumain kami ng dinner.. &lt;em&gt;sweet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost 7pm na nung matapos kami sa aming dinner kaya naisipan naming umuwi para naman makasama ang mga anak namin &lt;em&gt;(na naiwan kay Yaya)&lt;/em&gt;.. pero minalas kami.. dahil nung naroon na kami sa Astropark, naabutan kami ng sanga-sangang trapik! grabeh! ang daming kotse at tricycle na pilit sumisingit!! sobra pa namang lakas ng ulan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung lumipas ang sampung minuto na walang gumagalaw sa mga sasakyan at walang nagbibigayan, nainis ang asawa ko at biglang lumabas sya ng kotse namin.. alam mo ba ang ginawa nya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagvolunteer sya na mag &lt;em&gt;Traffic Aide! &lt;/em&gt;sinirko-sirko nya ang kanyang mga kamay, tinapik-tapik ang hood ng mga nakabalandrang sasakyan at sinabihan ang mga motorista nang: &lt;em&gt;"Pare, abante ka ng konti! Kuya, konting gilid naman dyan.. Miss, atras ka muna.. Bosing, wag ka namang bumuntot dun sa tryke... Abante, Abante!"&lt;/em&gt; kulang na lang ang pito &lt;em&gt;(whistle)&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natuwa ako dahil gumawa sya ng paraan para lumuwag ng konti ang trapiko.. ngunit nag-alala din ako para sa kanya dahil sobrang lakas nga ng ulan.. basang-basa na sya.. nanginginig na sya sa lamig, wala man lang syang payong na tinabing sa ulo nya.. ako naman, basa na rin dahil binuksan ko ang bintana ng kotse upang makita ang side view mirror.. sobrang moist na kasi sa loob ng kotse dahil sa lakas ng ulan, wala na halos makita sa salamin.. hinawakan ko ang manibela, sinusubukan kong umabante ng konti nang sa gayon ay makadaan din ang mga sasakyan na nasa gilid namin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nang may makapansin sa ginawa ng asawa ko na pagta-trapik, may dalawang lalaking nagboluntaryo na rin na magsenyas sa mga sasakyan para umurong at sumulong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haygrabeh! makalipas ang halos sampung minuto, umayos din ang trapiko! nagpasalamat sa amin ang isang ginang na naipit ang sasakyan sa pagitan ng isang malaking truck at isang Land Cruiser. walang kamatayang, "Thank You" ang narinig namin mula sa kanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nang makaluwag kami sa may highway, eto ang biglang bulalas ng asawa ko: &lt;em&gt;"Ang sarap ng feeling ko Honey!"&lt;/em&gt;.. napatingin ako sa kanya... akala ko ay naghihinalo na sya sa lagnat... yun pala, ay totoong magaan daw ang pakiramdam nya nung nagta-trapik sya.. nung makita nyang nagsisipag-urong-sulong ang mga sasakyan, napagtanto nya na nakatulong sya sa mga motorista.. ang sarap daw ng pakiramdam na may natutulungan at sinasabihan ng &lt;em&gt;Salamat.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagdating namin sa aming tahanan, nagising na ang aming mga munting anghel na dali-dali naming hinalikan.. sabi ng asawa ko nang matutulog na kami: "Honey, ilagay mo to sa blog mo ha.. ang title, Wet, Wet, Wet.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehehe.. what a way to celebrate an anniversary!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinagmamalaki ko ang asawa ko dahil sa napakalaki nyang puso para sa mga nangangailangan.. sabi ko sa sarili ko ng gabing yun, &lt;em&gt;"hindi ako nagkamali sa pagpili ng mamahalin ko pang habang-buhay"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-612594569175053483?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/612594569175053483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=612594569175053483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/612594569175053483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/612594569175053483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2007/08/wet-wet-wet.html' title='wet, wet, wet'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/Rrq0E5TxJ8I/AAAAAAAAAWI/6rW92jJBW_c/s72-c/rains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-373614239964689379</id><published>2007-08-04T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:55:47.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you complete me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/RrQvkJTxJ5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/RpcOIjLszf0/s1600-h/nite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094749376483501970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/RrQvkJTxJ5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/RpcOIjLszf0/s200/nite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I searched long, and I struggled endlessly for a dream.&lt;br /&gt;The dream seemed impossible,&lt;br /&gt;so far away...so unreachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I thought I'd never find it.&lt;br /&gt;But it arrived suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was far better than I could have ever imagined--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only it was not what I'd expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For how was I to know that I'd find my dream in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream is not about fame or fortune,&lt;br /&gt;and it's not about power or success;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dream arrived via the heart,&lt;br /&gt;built out of emotion and borne of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream is as pure as a dove circling heaven,&lt;br /&gt;and it's blessed by legions of angels;&lt;br /&gt;it's an awakening of the soul,&lt;br /&gt;bringing me closer to God,&lt;br /&gt;and making me see the goodness in all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel complete at last,&lt;br /&gt;and through the strength you've given me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I can accomplish anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sailing on these dreams of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in life that I'd rather do,&lt;br /&gt;than dedicate my heart and soul to a lifetime of loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU HONEY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-373614239964689379?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/373614239964689379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=373614239964689379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/373614239964689379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/373614239964689379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-complete-me.html' title='you complete me..'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/RrQvkJTxJ5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/RpcOIjLszf0/s72-c/nite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885227063693672395.post-4752550563575715323</id><published>2007-06-05T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:17:43.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anniversary =)</title><content type='html'>I so much love you too honey!!! mwah!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;belated anniversary greetings to you... sensya na, kinda busy kahapon, di ako makasend ng mail.. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;pero syempre, i won't ever forget this day kung kelan nag-umpisa love story natin.. i'm looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you!!! and that will be for a lifetime, i swear!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i love you so much honey.. you, kyle and our new angel are my everything! you all mean the world to me.. hiling ko kay Lord na sana lalo nyang pagtibayin yung love natin and yung trust... and sana, lagi tayong masaya, para everybody happy and beautiful.. hehehe. .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;again.. aking uulit-ulitin.. i love you so very very much!!! mwahhh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885227063693672395-4752550563575715323?l=marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/feeds/4752550563575715323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=885227063693672395&amp;postID=4752550563575715323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/4752550563575715323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885227063693672395/posts/default/4752550563575715323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcluvsclaire.blogspot.com/2007/06/anniversary.html' title='anniversary =)'/><author><name>claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248671051077636313</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCvglFxbFm0/TCymK8zMfDI/AAAAAAAABRg/EsYlwiGZlEU/S220/akoh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
