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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Geneva&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Geneva&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Geneva&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;If I could be any part of you, I’d be your tear. To be conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips. - Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7405624524871857719&amp;amp;postID=4999027693569769753" name="more" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Geneva&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Geneva&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if love is worth fighting for, but then I remember your face and I'm ready for war. - Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Geneva&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Geneva&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Geneva&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Sitting next to you doing absolutely nothing, means absolutely everything to me. I Love You! - Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Geneva&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Geneva&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Geneva&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Last night I sent an angel to watch over you while you were sleeping. It came back early and I asked it why? Its said 'Angels don't watch other Angels'. You are my angel, I Love You! - Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Geneva&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405624524871857719-4999027693569769753?l=love-collections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ♥just call me "jean"&lt;br /&gt;
♥100%&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD3" style="background-attachment: scroll !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; background-position: 0% 50%; background-repeat: repeat repeat !important; border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 153, 0) !important; border-bottom-style: solid !important; border-bottom-width: 1px !important; color: #009900; cursor: pointer !important; display: inline !important; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px !important; font-style: normal !important; font-weight: normal !important; padding-bottom: 1px; position: static; text-decoration: underline !important;"&gt;human being&lt;/span&gt;..:)&lt;br /&gt;
♥a simple&lt;br /&gt;
♥a responsible &amp;amp; loving daughter and sister as well.&lt;br /&gt;
♥a loyal friend.&lt;br /&gt;
♥God Fearing&lt;br /&gt;
♥a nice companion&lt;br /&gt;
♥understanding &amp;amp; caring&lt;br /&gt;
♥very independent&lt;br /&gt;
♥been awarded as "Most Talkative"&lt;br /&gt;
♥i want to be alone than to have a bad companion.&lt;br /&gt;
♥i am not tall but not so short..just a simple cute***wink&lt;br /&gt;
♥i'm addict to bookworm and text twist.&lt;br /&gt;
♥i do texting whenever i feel alone..&lt;br /&gt;
♥i enjoy strolling with my friends..&lt;br /&gt;
♥i'm dreamin to have a happy family someday.&lt;br /&gt;
♥sometimes i hate "makulit"..(makulit kasi ako)&lt;br /&gt;
♥Inner and physical beauty.&lt;br /&gt;
♥Brave and fearless&lt;br /&gt;
♥Day Dreamer&lt;br /&gt;
♥Does not care to control emotions.&lt;br /&gt;
♥Treat friends importantly&lt;br /&gt;
♥Always making friends&lt;br /&gt;
♥Opinionated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt; ♥i hate fake friends.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥i hate irresponsible people.&lt;br /&gt;
♥i hate being underestimated.&lt;br /&gt;
♥i hate MATH.&lt;br /&gt;
♥i hate plastic!&lt;br /&gt;
♥i hate hypocrite and back fighter.&lt;br /&gt;
♥i hate problems..:(&lt;br /&gt;
♥i love to eat mango..&lt;br /&gt;
♥i love to sleep&lt;br /&gt;
♥i love to plant flowers&lt;br /&gt;
♥i love to do household chores except cooking.. :(&lt;br /&gt;
♥i love talking in a right place and time.&lt;br /&gt;
♥i love coffee.&lt;br /&gt;
♥i love dress making.&lt;br /&gt;
♥i love computer.&lt;br /&gt;
♥i love my work..:)&lt;br /&gt;
♥i love ESPC&lt;br /&gt;
♥i love debates&lt;br /&gt;
♥i love my family&lt;br /&gt;
♥i love my friends&lt;br /&gt;
♥i love reading tagalog romance pocket books.&lt;br /&gt;
♥i love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405624524871857719-1780807785480433246?l=love-collections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Kayong itinuring kong pamilya, kayo ang nagsimula nito. Akala nyo kung sino na kayo. Simpleng tagumpay palang yan ngunit feeling mo ang taas mo na. Kahit mamatay ka pa hindi na mawawala ang galit na itinanim mo dito sa puso ko. Galit na Galit ako sayo! hindi ko makakalimutang minaliit, minura at pinagalitan mo ako sa chat kahit WALA akong kasalanan. Ipinamukha mong dapat kang igalang ngunit alam mong HINDI! Hindi kita igagalang kahit kailan. Wala akng pakialam sayo! Hindi ka rin magtatagumpay. Tingnan lang natin!&lt;br /&gt;
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Kung hindi lang dahil sa utang na loob ko, matagal na kitang pinakulam. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;
Go to hell!&lt;br /&gt;
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Im not prepared to see you again!Anu, plastikan mode tau?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405624524871857719-960069939204803247?l=love-collections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sa una ta ka makita &lt;br /&gt;
Bi ko ikaw na gid&lt;br /&gt;
Bala akon madayunan &lt;br /&gt;
Permi ta ka nadamgohan &lt;br /&gt;
Di ko mahambal sa imo&lt;br /&gt;
Kung ano gina batyag ko&lt;br /&gt;
Pero ginpili ko nga indi&lt;br /&gt;
Ka paghambalan &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;
Kung bal-an mo lang tani&lt;br /&gt;
Ang akon nga nabatayagan pilion mo&lt;br /&gt;
Pa ayhan ang pagpalangga ko&lt;br /&gt;
Kung bal-an mo lang tani&lt;br /&gt;
Ikaw lang ang palangga0n ko&lt;br /&gt;
Asta gd sa katapusan&lt;br /&gt;
Tani imo mabatyagan&lt;br /&gt;
Abi ko kaya ko nga mabuhi&lt;br /&gt;
Nga wala ka na diri ko &lt;br /&gt;
Nagsala sa isip di ka&lt;br /&gt;
Madula ako may nabatyagan&lt;br /&gt;
Di ko na gid mapunggan &lt;br /&gt;
Ano gid bala tani kita na&lt;br /&gt;
Nga duwa&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Repeat chorus&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ooh abi ko kaya ko nga &lt;br /&gt;
Mabuhi nga wala ka na ooh ako may nabatyagan di ko na gid mapunggan bridge: per0 batunon ko tanan kung wala gd pag-asa ang pagpalangga ko nga ni sa wala lang natupa repeat chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405624524871857719-3909820807990835273?l=love-collections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
And our story was started there...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the said company, I met my kadots (my friends but not only friends they became my kuyas and ates too)we're 8 members I'm the yougest and they called me "bata means baby" lol.We treated each other as siblings a family. That's why we have mommy, daddy, tatay, lolo, lola, kuya, emo and bata. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They love me more than my expectations. But, I love them also more than they knew. So nice to be loved by them and I really enjoyed the moment :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Albanian - te dua&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Arabic - Ana Ahebak / Ana Bahibak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Armenian - yes kez shat em siroom&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Assyr- Az tha hijthmekem&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Alentejano(Portugal) - Gosto De Ti, Porra!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bahasa Malayu - (Malaysia) Saya cinta mu&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Basque - Maite Zaitut&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bengali - Ami Tomake Bahlobashi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bavarian - I mog di&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bisaya - Nahigugma ko nimo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bosnian - Ja te volim (formally) or volim-te&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bulgarian - Obicham te&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bulgarian - Obicham te&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Burmese- chit pa de&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cantonese - Ngo Oi Nei&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chinese - gnoy oy na&lt;br /&gt;
Goi Oi Lei (Hongkong)&lt;br /&gt;
Wa Ai Li (Taiwan)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cambodian - Bon sro lanh oon&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Catalan - T'estim (mallorcan)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Croatian - LJUBim te&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Czech - miluji te&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Danish- Jeg elsker dig&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dutch - Ik hou van jou&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
English - I love you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Esperanto - Mi amas vim&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Estonian - Ma armastan sind / Mina armastan sind (formal)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Farsi - Tora dust midaram&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Filipino - Mahal ka ta&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finnish - Minä rakastan sinua&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
French - Je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gaelic - Tá mé i ngrá leat&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
German - Ich liebe Dich&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Greek - S'agapw&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Greenlandic - Asavakit&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gujrati - Hoon tane pyar karoochhoon&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hawaiian - Aloha wau ia 'oe&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hebrew - Ani ohevet ota&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hindi - Main tumsey pyaar karta hoon / Maine Pyar Kiya&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hmong - Kuv Hlub Koj&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hungarian - Szeretlek&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hokkien - Wa ai lu&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hopi - Nu' umi unangwa'ta&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Icelandic - Eg elska thig&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indonesian - Saya cinta padamu&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Italian - ti amo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Indian - Mai tumase pyar karata hun (male to female) Mai tumase pyar karati hun (female to male)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Irish - taim i' ngra leat&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Japanese - Aishiteru&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Javanese - Kulo tresno marang panjenengan (formal)&lt;br /&gt;
aku terno kowe (informal)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kapangpangan - Kaluguran daka.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Korean - SA LANG HAE / Na No Sa Lan Hei&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kurdish - Khoshtm Auyt&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Laos - Chanrackkun&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Latin - Ego te amo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Latvian - Es mîlu Tevi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lithuanian - As Myliu Tave&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lebanese - Bahibak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lingala - Nalingi yo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lojban - mi do prami&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Luo - Aheri&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Macedonian - Te sakam&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mandarin - Wo Ai Ni&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Malteese - Inhobbok hafna&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Malay - Saya cintakan mu / Saya cinta mu&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Norwegian - Jeg elsker deg&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Persian - Tora Doost Darem&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pig Latin - I-yea Ove-lea Ou-yea&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Polish - Kocham Cie&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Portuguese - Eu te amo (Brazilian)&lt;br /&gt;
Eu amo-te (continental)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Punjabi - me tumse pyar ker ta hu'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Romanian - Te iubesc&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Russian - Ya tebya liubliu&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Serbo-Croatian - Volim te&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sign language -&lt;br /&gt;
                       __          (  )&lt;br /&gt;
                       (  )         |__|&lt;br /&gt;
                       |__| __  __|  |&lt;br /&gt;
                       |  |(  )(  )|__|   __&lt;br /&gt;
                       |__||__||__||  |  /  )&lt;br /&gt;
                       |   (__)(__)    | /  /&lt;br /&gt;
                       |                     |/  /&lt;br /&gt;
                       |                     /  /&lt;br /&gt;
                       \                    /&lt;br /&gt;
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Slovenian - ljubim te&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Swedish - Jag älskar dig&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Swiss German - Ch-ha di gärn&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spanish - Te quiero / te amo / yo amor tu&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Swahili - Naku penda&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tagalog - Mahal Kita / Iniibig kita&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tamil - Naan Unnai Khadalikkeren&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Telugu - Nenu Ninnu Premisthunnanu&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thai - Khao Raak Thoe / chun raak ter&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Turkish - seni seviyorum&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ukranian - Yalleh blutebeh / ya tebe kohayu&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Urdu - Mea tum se pyaar karta hu ( when a guy says it)&lt;br /&gt;
Mea tum se pyar karti hu (when a gal says it)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Vietnamese - Toi yeu em&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Vulcan - Wani ra yana ro aisha&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yugoslavian - Ya te volim&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Zazi - Ezhele hezdege&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;But anyway, I just wanna share this cute text message sent my ex officemate James Danac. Haha! This message caught my attention.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“If sincerity is about trust , then why others cheat?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; If loyalty is a product of honesty ,then why others lie?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;if sacrifice leads to suffering, then why others still choose to do it?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;if saying iloveyou is romantic, then why others silently cry?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;If kisses can ease the pain, then why others commit suicide?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;If smiles are so sweet, then why bitter tears still falling?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;If true love can build up a relationship, why cant it answer all WHY's above?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Wanna share also this Worhsip song entilted “I've got JOY”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart.
&lt;br /&gt;Where? Down in my heart!
&lt;br /&gt;Where?Down in my heart!
&lt;br /&gt;I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart,
&lt;br /&gt;down in my heart
&lt;br /&gt;down in my heart to stay.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;And if the Devil doesn't like it he can sit on a tack.
&lt;br /&gt;OUCH
&lt;br /&gt;Sit on a tack.
&lt;br /&gt;OUCH
&lt;br /&gt;Sit on a tack.
&lt;br /&gt;And if the Devil doesn't like it he can sit on a tack
&lt;br /&gt;Sit on a tack today.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;The kids sit on the floor and shout "OUCH"
&lt;br /&gt;and repeat this until the song is over.&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405624524871857719-2287784115069261014?l=love-collections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Wherever I go, people know . But she's one of the blessings that God showered upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can comfort me when I am depressed can dare me when I allow myself to get beyond our reasonable boundaries. She can lead me when I am ready to give in and she can determine for me when life backslide apart. I just want her around to cry, to laugh, to act silly, to enjoy some mutually liked activity  many ways She enriched my life and made me feel loved, accepted, respected and cared for. She also acted as my sister..ehehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, after 1 year and 3 months of working with her..nanananan.., My contract with our client was ended last June 15, 2009. Too difficult but I need to accept that she can't be my forever teamate. This is it! Again and again, I need to adjust and look forward for the next client. Goodluck for both of us then. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be missing Belle and our client too. T_T And I won't forget this awesome friendship we have. And wishin' that our great relationship will last  ahahahha&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[teary eyes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im glad that once in my life I met Belle and we became good friends. I owe this all from the company we're connected &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://agentsofvalue.com/"&gt;[&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://agentsofvalue.com/"&gt;agentsofvalue.com&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and to our client &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://selfgrowth.com/"&gt;selfgrowth.com&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lang na ga, nabuhi gani ko for 21 years nga wala ka meaning ani mabuhi japon ko..hehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Aja! 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He makes me to lie down in green pastures: he leads me beside the still waters. He restores my soul: he leades me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for you are with me; your rod and your staff they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: you anoint my head with oil, my cup runs over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(John 3:16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; (John 14:1-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Let not your heart be troubled: you believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father's house are many dwellings: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you to myself; that where I am, there you may be also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; (Proverbs 3:4-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will direct your paths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(1 Timothy      2:5-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For there is one God, and one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus, Who gave himself a ransom for all, to be testified in due time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Romans 5:8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But God      demonstrates his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ      died for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(1 John 1:9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If we      confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to      cleanse us from all unrighteousness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dneero.com/flashviewer/dneerosurvey.swf?s=756&amp;amp;u=5049&amp;amp;p=0&amp;amp;c=1&amp;amp;r=72533&amp;amp;hdl=0&amp;amp;baseurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.dneero.com%2F" wmode="transparent" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="425" height="250" name="dneeroflashviewer" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405624524871857719-6387294107655028981?l=love-collections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"And if you learn how to make love, we can fire the gardener."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Why do men like love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saves them a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***The pretty teacher was concerned with one of her eleven-year-old students. Taking him aside after class one day, she asked, "Little Johnny, why has your school work been so poor lately?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm in love." the boy replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding back an urge to smile, she asked, "With whom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With you!" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Johnny," she said gently, "don't you see how silly that is? It's true that I would like a husband of my own someday. But I don't want a child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, don't worry," the boy said reassuringly, "I'll use a condom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***After a few days, the Lord called to Adam and said, "It is time for you and Eve to begin the process of populating the earth so I want you to kiss her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam answered, "Yes Lord, but what is a kiss?" So the Lord gave a brief description to Adam who took Eve by the hand and took her to a nearby bush. A few minutes later, Adam emerged and said, "Thank you Lord, that Was enjoyable."And the Lord replied, "Yes Adam, I thought you might enjoy that and now I'd like you to caress Eve." And Adam said, "What is a caress'? So the Lord again gave Adam a brief description and Adam went behind the bush with Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few minutes later, Adam returned, smiling, and said, "Lord, that was even better than the kiss." And the Lord said, "You've done well, Adam. And now I want you to make love to Eve." And Adam asked, "What is 'make love' Lord?"' So the Lord again gave Adam directions and Adam went again to Eve behind the bush, but this time he reappeared in two seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Adam said, "Lord, what is a headache?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://jokes4all.net/love.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405624524871857719-7082364307402559804?l=love-collections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now, all their children                        have already grown up, have their own family, there's nothing                        else the old couple have to worry about, all they wanted                        is to lead their own life free from all these years of unhappiness                        from their marriage, so both agree on a divorce....&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Lawyer was having a hard time trying to get the papers                        done, because he felt that after 40 yrs of marriage at the                        age of 70, he couldnt understand why the old couple would                        still want a divorce..&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;While they were signing the papers, the wife told the husband..&lt;br /&gt;                     "I really love u, but i really cant carry on anymore,                        I'm sorry.."&lt;br /&gt;                     "Its o.k, i understand.." said the husband. Lookin                        at this, the lawyer suggested a dinner together, just 3                        of them,wife thought, why not, since they are still gonna                        be friends..&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;At the dining table, there was a silence of awkardness.&lt;br /&gt;                     The first dish was roasted chicken, immediately, the old                        man took the drumstick for the old lady.."take this,                        its your favourite.."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Looking at this, the lawyer thought maybe theres still                        a chance, but the wife was frowning when she answer.."&lt;br /&gt;                     This is always the problem, you always think so highly of                        yourself, never thought about how I feel, dont you know                        that i hate drumsticks?"&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Little did she know that, over the years, the husband have                        been trying all ways to please her, little did she know                        that drumsticks was the husband's favourite. Little did                        he know that she never thought he understand her at all,                        little did he know that she hates drummsticks even though                        all he wants is the best for her.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;That night, both of them couldnt sleep, toss and turn,                        toss and turn...after hours, the old man couldnt take it                        anymore, he knows that he still loves her, and he cant carry                        on life without her, he wants her back, he wants to tell                        her, he is sorry, he wanted to tell her "i love you"...&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;He picks up the phone, starting dialing her number....ringing                        never stops..he never stop dialing....&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;On the other side, she was sad, she couldn’t understand                        how come after all these years, he still doesnt understand                        her at all, she loves him a lot, but she just cant take                        it anymore....phone's ringing, she refuses to answer knowing                        that its him..."whats the point of talking now that                        its over...i have ask for it and now i wanna keep it this                        way, if not i will lose face.."she thought...still                        ringing...she have decided to pull out the cord...&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Little did she remember, he have heart problems...&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;The next day, she received news that he had passed away...she                        rushed down to his apartment, saw his body, lying on the                        couch still holding on to the phone...he had a heart attack                        when he was still trying to get through her phone line....&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;As sad as she could be...she will have to clear his belongings...when                        she was looking thru the drawers, she saw this insurance                        policy, dated from the day they got married, with the beneficiary                        being her... And together in those file, there was this                        note...&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;table align="right" border="0" height="280" width="330"&gt;                         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                            &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;                              &lt;!-- ValueClick Media 300x250 Medium Rectangle CODE for lovefatedestiny.com --&gt; &lt;script language="javascript" src="http://media.fastclick.net/w/get.media?sid=30716&amp;amp;m=6&amp;amp;tp=8&amp;amp;d=j&amp;amp;t=s"&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;noscript&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt; &lt;!-- ValueClick Media 300x250 Medium Rectangle CODE for lovefatedestiny.com --&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"To my dearest wife, by the time you're reading this,                        I'm sure I'm no longer around, I bought this policy for                        you, though the amount is only $100k, I hope it will be                        able to help me continue my promise that i have made when                        we got married, I might not be around anymore, I want this                        amount of money to continue taking care of you, just like                        the way I will if I could have live longer. I want you to                        know Iwill always be around, by your side... I love you"&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;Tears flowed like river......&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;"When you love someone, let them know... You never                        know what will happen the next minute.... Learn to build                        a life together.. Learn to love each other. For who they                        are.. not what they are..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://www.lovefatedestiny.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7405624524871857719-8664680284455770900?l=love-collections.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What's wrong? Is it bad?&lt;br /&gt;                    Boy: I don't want to hurt you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;                    Girl: *Thinks* Oh my God, I hope he doesnt break up with                        me... I love him so much.&lt;br /&gt;                    Boy: Baby, are you there??&lt;br /&gt;                    Girl: Yeah, I'm here. What is so important??&lt;br /&gt;                    Boy: I'm not sure if I should say it..&lt;br /&gt;                    Girl: Well, you already brought it up, so please just tell                        me.&lt;br /&gt;                    Boy: I'm leaving...&lt;br /&gt;                    Girl: Baby, what are u talking about?? I don't want you                        to leave me, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;                    Boy: Not like that, I mean I'm moving far away.&lt;br /&gt;                    Girl: Why? All of your famliy lives over here.&lt;br /&gt;                    Boy: Well, my father is sending me away to a boarding school                        far away.&lt;br /&gt;                    Girl: I can't believe this.&lt;br /&gt;                    [FATHER: (Picks up the other phone, interrupts &amp;amp; yells                        furiously&lt;br /&gt;                    ERICA!, what did I tell you about talking to boys?!!!...                        Get off the&lt;br /&gt;                    damn phone!! (And hangs up).]&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p align="left"&gt;Boy: Wow, your father sounds really mad.&lt;br /&gt;                    Girl: You know how he gets, but anyways, I dont want you                        to go.&lt;br /&gt;                    Boy: Would you run away with me?&lt;br /&gt;                    Girl: Baby, you know I would, I would do anything for you,                        but I can't... You don't know what would happen if I did.                        My dad would kill me!&lt;br /&gt;                    Boy: *Sad* It's okay.. I understand, I guess..&lt;br /&gt;                    Girl: *Thinking*I can't believe what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;                    Boy: I need to give you something tonite, because I am leaving                        on&lt;br /&gt;                    flight 1-80 in the morning, so I need to see you now.&lt;br /&gt;                    Girl: Okay, I will sneak out &amp;amp; meet you at the park.&lt;br /&gt;                    Boy: Okay, I'll meet you there in 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;                    [They meet at a nearby park, they both hug eachother. And                        he gives&lt;br /&gt;                    her a note.]&lt;br /&gt;                    Boy: Here you go, this is for you. I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;                    Girl: *Tear* (Begins to cry.)&lt;br /&gt;                    Boy: Baby, dont cry, you know I love you... But I have to                        go.&lt;br /&gt;                    Girl: Okay (Begins to walk away.)&lt;br /&gt;                    [They both go back home. And Erica begins to read the letter                        he gave her]&lt;br /&gt;                    It says...&lt;br /&gt;                    "Erica,&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p align="left"&gt;You probably already know that I'm leaving,                        I knew this would be better if I wrote a letter explaining                        the truth about how much I care about you. The truth is,                        is that I never loved you, I hated you so much, you are                        my bitch and dont you ever forget that. I never cared about                        you, and never wanted to talk to you, and be around you.                        You really have no clue how much I hate you. Now that I'm                        leaving I thought you should know that I hate you, bitch.                        You never did the&lt;br /&gt;                    right thing, and you were never there. I didnt think I could                        hate someone as much as I hate you. And I never want to                        see you, for the rest of my life, I will never miss kissing                        you like before, I never want to cuddle up, how we used                        to. I will not miss you and that's a promise. You never                        had my love, and I want you to remember that. Bitch, you                        keep this letter because this may be the last thing you                        have from me. Fuck, I hate you so much. I will not talk                        to you soon bitch... Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;                    - Ricardo"&lt;br /&gt;                    [ Erica begins to cry, she throws the paper in tha garbage                        &amp;amp; crys for hours ]&lt;br /&gt;                    ... A day passes, she is sad, depressed and she feels so                        lonely... Then she gets a phone call....&lt;br /&gt;                    Friend: How are you feeling?&lt;br /&gt;                    Girl: I just cant believe this happened.. I thought he loved                        me.&lt;br /&gt;                    Friend: Oh, about that. Ricardo left me a message. A few                        days ago. He told me to tell you to look in your jacket                        pocket or something...&lt;br /&gt;                    Girl: Umm.. okay.&lt;br /&gt;                    [She finds a piece of paper in the jacket,&lt;br /&gt;                    It says:&lt;br /&gt;                    "Baby I hope you find this before you read my letter.                        I knew your dad might read it, so I switched a few words...&lt;br /&gt;                    Hate = Love&lt;br /&gt;                    Never = Always&lt;br /&gt;                    Bitch = Baby&lt;br /&gt;                    Will not= will&lt;br /&gt;                    .... I hope you didn't take that seriously because I love                        you with all my heart, and it was so hard to let you go                        thats why I wanted you to run away with me... -Ricardo"]&lt;br /&gt;                    Girl: Oh my God! It's a letter.. Ricardo does love me!!,                        he must of slipped it into my pocket when he hugged me.                        I can't believe how stupid I am!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; Friend: lol Okay but I g2g... Call me later.&lt;br /&gt;                    Girl: *happy*okay, bye, I'll be at home waiting for my baby                        to call me!&lt;br /&gt;                    ... Erica turns the T.V. on......&lt;br /&gt;                    [Breaking news] "An airplane has crashed. Over 47 young                        boys died, we are still searching for survivors... This                        is a tragedy we will never forget, this plane was flight                        1-80... it was on its way to an all boys boarding school..."                        the Reporter says.&lt;br /&gt;                    [ She turns off the t.v. ... 3 days later, she kills herself,                        because of the fact that Ricardo was dead &amp;amp; she had                        nothing to live for... ]&lt;br /&gt;                    ... A day after that the phone rings. Nobody answers. It                        was Ricardo, he called to leave a message. "Its Ricardo,                        I guess you're not home so, I called to let you know that                        I'm alive, I missed my flight because I had to see you one                        last time. 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