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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYAQ3s9cSp7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978046020623089747</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:55:42.569+08:00</updated><category term="nagsasa cove" /><category term="recovery" /><category term="responsibility" /><category term="vacation" /><category term="MU" /><category term="wedding" /><category term="our love story" /><category term="relationships" /><category term="valentines day" /><category term="betrayal" /><category term="camarra island" /><category term="freedom" /><category term="love  story" /><category term="conflict" /><category term="december" /><category term="cheating" /><category term="anniversary" /><category term="distance" /><category term="courtship" /><category term="family" /><category term="pain" /><category term="talisayin cove" /><category term="moving on" /><category term="forever" /><category term="reconciliation" /><category term="anawangin cove" /><category term="love" /><category term="capoes island" /><category term="san antonio zambales" /><category term="differences" /><category term="friends" /><category term="breaking up" /><title>Sir Loves Maam</title><subtitle type="html">... they say love is sweeter the second time around. i guess the third time is the sweetest ...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505724020478019382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SirLovesMaam" /><feedburner:info uri="sirlovesmaam" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYBRH8-eSp7ImA9WhZbEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978046020623089747.post-43244450692777442</id><published>2011-06-16T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T20:42:35.151+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-16T20:42:35.151+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="our love story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cheating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reconciliation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love  story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="betrayal" /><title>Our Love Story - XII (Back in Each Other)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/feeds/43244450692777442/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-love-story-xii-back-in-each-other.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/43244450692777442?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/43244450692777442?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~3/plUFA00f4xM/our-love-story-xii-back-in-each-other.html" title="Our Love Story - XII (Back in Each Other)" /><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505724020478019382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">almost a week after they broke up, we confirmed that we still have feelings for each other. and we were back in each other's arms virtually, since we were in a long distance relationship. this time, i could feel the difference. we made extra efforts to always communicate. and i realized it was kinda expensive - texting and calling. but it was worth it.

still, it was not a perfect relationship. 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N07a78LG8y5e67MlAFf1Oz8WiK8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/N07a78LG8y5e67MlAFf1Oz8WiK8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~4/plUFA00f4xM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-love-story-xii-back-in-each-other.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMNQHo8cCp7ImA9WxBVE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978046020623089747.post-2455658625044383948</id><published>2010-02-17T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:34:51.478+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-17T04:34:51.478+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="valentines day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="our love story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><title>First Valentine's Together</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/feeds/2455658625044383948/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-valentines-together.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/2455658625044383948?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/2455658625044383948?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~3/aGNFgXpqmpE/first-valentines-together.html" title="First Valentine's Together" /><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505724020478019382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">for the 5 years that we're together, we never celebrated valentine's day together. and it wasn't supposed to change this year. we didn't have any plans for valentine's. well actually we had - he'll go home to cavite while i stay in makati.

i'm not really particular with that day. i thought of it as a chance for me to spend time with myself, relax at home and get a rest. besides, we'll be going 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZdTJg1bHiWjykzTvMYh3b04Mu1U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZdTJg1bHiWjykzTvMYh3b04Mu1U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~4/aGNFgXpqmpE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-valentines-together.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QMSH4_cCp7ImA9WxBWEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978046020623089747.post-7454057852925573759</id><published>2010-02-04T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T01:49:49.048+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-04T01:49:49.048+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="our love story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reconciliation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="breaking up" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conflict" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="freedom" /><title>Our Love Story - XI (Closure or New Chapter?)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/feeds/7454057852925573759/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-love-story-xi-closure-or-new.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/7454057852925573759?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/7454057852925573759?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~3/5oBaabtg4HQ/our-love-story-xi-closure-or-new.html" title="Our Love Story - XI (Closure or New Chapter?)" /><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505724020478019382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">after more than a year of self-imposed exile, i was excited to go home and attend our annual youth camp. i was physically and emotionally ready to meet everyone. i prepared for that moment - i gained weight and had fun with my life. i did not want to win him back. that time, all i wanted was closure - so i can forever leave that chapter behind. i was all set to let him go.

the events that 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BYCdBQURjfDzHixtD8xtVdlICQE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BYCdBQURjfDzHixtD8xtVdlICQE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~4/5oBaabtg4HQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-love-story-xi-closure-or-new.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkABR3c4eyp7ImA9WxBRF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978046020623089747.post-1976098357216326875</id><published>2010-01-07T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:25:56.933+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-07T01:25:56.933+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cheating" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="betrayal" /><title>Am I Cheating?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/feeds/1976098357216326875/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-i-cheating.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/1976098357216326875?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/1976098357216326875?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~3/QHYzrQUuTPo/am-i-cheating.html" title="Am I Cheating?" /><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505724020478019382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">i've been chatting with this friend for couple of days now thru facebook. and i'm enjoying it. the catch is that he's not just a friend to me. well, now yes, because i'm in love with my sir. but i used to have a deep feeling towards this friend. and i would be proud to say that he also liked me before.

but our "relationship" never progressed. we stopped at being just friends. but everytime i 
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i greeted him on his birthday and he did the same on my birthday. he and the "girl" continued what they had and i kept my distance. and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WS8Jg8SGKK33JnbwO-hISSs2d6w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WS8Jg8SGKK33JnbwO-hISSs2d6w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~4/5ptK7WHAXVo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-love-story-x-long-break.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8FRHc7eCp7ImA9WxBREUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978046020623089747.post-6499357935991072551</id><published>2009-12-29T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:46:55.900+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-30T21:46:55.900+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anniversary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="our love story" /><title>Happy 5th Anniversary!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/feeds/6499357935991072551/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-5th-anniversary.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/6499357935991072551?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/6499357935991072551?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~3/OkvcpvN36Y8/happy-5th-anniversary.html" title="Happy 5th Anniversary!" /><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505724020478019382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">yes, it's been 5 years since we began this journey - that is if we start counting from the date we started the relationship, inclusive of the times we broke up, that was december 29, 2004. so far, this another chance that we have is the best. i can really say i am in love with him and so is he with me.

and if i remember it right, this is the first anniversary that we are actually together. we 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rodOzSwfIHGlyCMI-XQV4t_9c0I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rodOzSwfIHGlyCMI-XQV4t_9c0I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~4/OkvcpvN36Y8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-5th-anniversary.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIHRn48cSp7ImA9WxBSF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978046020623089747.post-4614817618162042984</id><published>2009-12-26T02:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T02:58:57.079+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-26T02:58:57.079+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="talisayin cove" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="capoes island" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="december" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nagsasa cove" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="camarra island" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="san antonio zambales" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anawangin cove" /><title>Our Trip to Zambales</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/feeds/4614817618162042984/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2009/12/trip-to-zambales.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/4614817618162042984?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/4614817618162042984?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~3/fCdKWugUxCY/trip-to-zambales.html" title="Our Trip to Zambales" /><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505724020478019382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0TZ52qHs_U8/SzUJAAXmgeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bvDSr2eUXwY/s72-c/Picture-172.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">just before the year ends, we finally had our long-overdue trip to san antonio, zambales. we were supposed to go there last august, for my birthday. unfortunately, we lacked finances and were forced to reschedule it october. for events we couldn't control, the weather was bad. so, we ended up waiting for a perfect timing to go.

december is a perfect month - there's the money (the 13th month pay)
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i tried to prepare myself before going home - looking good, gaining weight. i wanted 
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that was when we reconnected. but the texting was not the same. i could feel the distance. this time, no more flirting - just plain and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hPv-WzkhFkXqqsd3Er8IGmwy_M0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hPv-WzkhFkXqqsd3Er8IGmwy_M0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~4/5wRAyk26lNs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-love-story-viii-reconnecting.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MHQn0-fSp7ImA9WxNVEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978046020623089747.post-3649446884456031000</id><published>2009-10-21T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:30:33.355+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-21T22:30:33.355+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>Fresh from Cavite</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/feeds/3649446884456031000/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2009/10/fresh-from-cavite.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/3649446884456031000?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/3649446884456031000?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~3/czsMvfv04rI/fresh-from-cavite.html" title="Fresh from Cavite" /><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505724020478019382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">i and sir were planning to go to tagaytay last monday and stay there for a night, but we're a distance short - we landed in cavite. haha!! his family now lives in cavite. it wasn't my first time, nor was it my second time. but the feeling was the same - i felt controlled and still shy.

his family was good to me. they would sometimes initiate a talk, but i'm not really good at it, especially with
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RKVbPoTHR9Wr4cYDkQT2zkYII9Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RKVbPoTHR9Wr4cYDkQT2zkYII9Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~4/czsMvfv04rI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2009/10/fresh-from-cavite.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEFQ307fip7ImA9WxNWFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978046020623089747.post-6054897775707592964</id><published>2009-10-15T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T05:43:32.306+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-15T05:43:32.306+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="distance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="our love story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moving on" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="betrayal" /><title>Our Love Story - VII (Keeping a Distance)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/feeds/6054897775707592964/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-love-story-vii-keeping-distance.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/6054897775707592964?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/6054897775707592964?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~3/eoblaQKyzuQ/our-love-story-vii-keeping-distance.html" title="Our Love Story - VII (Keeping a Distance)" /><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505724020478019382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">after our 2nd breakup, i wanted to stay away from him - both physically and emotionally. i would like to avoid flirting with him through texts, and eventually falling again. i wanted him to think and realize what he really wants. i wanted to give him his freedom and to give myself peace of mind. that way, he can womanize all he wanted and keep me off the hook.

but of course, i wanted to have a 
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because no one knew we're together again, it gave him chance to 
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but he never left my shadow. he was still there - texting 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vA463mRtDn5otpBzdFINl4ZU5sY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vA463mRtDn5otpBzdFINl4ZU5sY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~4/6weiYbcJORc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-love-story-v-undecided.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IHRH44fip7ImA9WxNQFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978046020623089747.post-1198290872953107631</id><published>2009-09-23T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:12:15.036+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-23T01:12:15.036+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="responsibility" /><title>Crazy in Love?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/feeds/1198290872953107631/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy-in-love.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/1198290872953107631?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/1198290872953107631?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~3/64uJUuw1Kzs/crazy-in-love.html" title="Crazy in Love?" /><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505724020478019382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">a housemate of mine just got a new boyfriend. i understand she's in love, and that's fine. we would not really care, if only she's responsible. 

she backed out from the planned trip to cebu and bohol 2 days before the trip. as a result, our housemates had to adjust their budget. she said she had to go home to the province, but we were thinking they will be having their own trip with his 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hsJ23FOKx-n23Wyoo8GCpTZ9pEM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hsJ23FOKx-n23Wyoo8GCpTZ9pEM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~4/64uJUuw1Kzs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy-in-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQHRHg6eCp7ImA9WxNQFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978046020623089747.post-4196719088666818683</id><published>2009-09-21T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:18:55.610+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-21T23:18:55.610+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MU" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moving on" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Past Love</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/feeds/4196719088666818683/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2009/09/past-love.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/4196719088666818683?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/4196719088666818683?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~3/aFRQsO1SW5U/past-love.html" title="Past Love" /><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505724020478019382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">don't call me infidel. writing about someone you used to love does not mean you don't love or you're betraying your current flame. yes, it hurts, but looking back at the past makes me treasure my boyfriend (sir) more.

i consider him ("nod") my first love. we share a lot of things in common - quite, shy, dedicated. and we value relationships. i would like to think that we are both responsible. i 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_0vmQsAQ4AzqtKkY1LmDUEQBCtc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_0vmQsAQ4AzqtKkY1LmDUEQBCtc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~4/q68cr-INGYI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-love-story-part-iv-moving-on.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8NQ307eip7ImA9WxNXEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978046020623089747.post-9076657632751704582</id><published>2009-09-16T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:08:12.302+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-27T21:08:12.302+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="breaking up" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conflict" /><title>Our Love Story - III (The Breakup)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/feeds/9076657632751704582/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-love-story-part-iii-breakup.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/9076657632751704582?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/9076657632751704582?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~3/zCQPeD6EIdc/our-love-story-part-iii-breakup.html" title="Our Love Story - III (The Breakup)" /><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505724020478019382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">it's after a month into the relationship before we started holding hands. and another 2 months before i started saying, "i love you, too". i know, i'm cruel, but i wanted to be honest. i didn't want to say it if i didn't mean it. eventually, i fell in love with him. but even at the start of the relationship, i had a feeling that we won't last. although he's open and approachable, i felt like he's
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uiGyr3EM7RTZEi6PXEx4-Qbz19A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uiGyr3EM7RTZEi6PXEx4-Qbz19A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~4/zCQPeD6EIdc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-love-story-part-iii-breakup.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4FQHo7cSp7ImA9WxNRGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978046020623089747.post-1515793695324883937</id><published>2009-09-15T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T04:08:31.409+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-15T04:08:31.409+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="differences" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conflict" /><title>I'm Not Mad, I'm Hurt</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/1515793695324883937?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/1515793695324883937?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~3/_FaQK7wV9wA/im-not-mad-im-hurt.html" title="I'm Not Mad, I'm Hurt" /><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505724020478019382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">"i'm not mad; i'm hurt"

that was the text message i sent you last night. we were still very okay yesterday morning. you even went to our office to pick me up early monday morning. you didn't have work yesterday, but you woke up early to pick me up, and i appreciate the effort.

how quickly does feelings change? we were very sweet just yesterday morning. you even said you're in love with me. but 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wzagJnh6ESdaqFzHX0QsIewBRUE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wzagJnh6ESdaqFzHX0QsIewBRUE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~4/_FaQK7wV9wA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-mad-im-hurt.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8DQnk_cSp7ImA9WxNXEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978046020623089747.post-5641258893827428486</id><published>2009-09-12T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:07:53.749+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-27T21:07:53.749+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="differences" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Our Love Story - II (Trial and Error)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/feeds/5641258893827428486/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-love-story-part-ii-trial-and-error.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/5641258893827428486?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/5641258893827428486?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~3/aBzTdeQsGS0/our-love-story-part-ii-trial-and-error.html" title="Our Love Story - II (Trial and Error)" /><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505724020478019382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">on our 2nd day, he chose our terms of endearment - "labs", which means "love". i could see that he's happy and excited. for me, it was just okay.

i was raised by strict parents. as much as possible, i avoided socializing with men. i didn't want to be close - emotionally and physically - to them. i am not demonstrative. i am a stiff person. i don't want to be vulnerable. i always contain myself 
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early 2004 when we became friends. he had a girlfriend. i still remember that he really loved her. it was no big 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vSu_I5DDLKn7t-JB4w5MnaGN5LE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vSu_I5DDLKn7t-JB4w5MnaGN5LE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~4/v6u2po6ElEI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://sirlovesmaam.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-love-story-part-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQMR388cSp7ImA9WxNRFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-978046020623089747.post-8826218490092079282</id><published>2009-09-10T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T03:26:26.179+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-10T03:26:26.179+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wedding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="forever" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>sirandmaam.blogspot.com launched</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/8826218490092079282?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/978046020623089747/posts/default/8826218490092079282?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SirLovesMaam/~3/kqYVav0yTqA/sirandmaamblogspotcom-launched.html" title="sirandmaam.blogspot.com launched" /><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16505724020478019382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">sir and maam - our endearment. he calls me "maam" and i call him "sir". instead of using the most common terms of endearment (like honey, love, cupcake, etc.), that are very cheesy, we chose "sir" and "maam". yes, this is not very unique, but it can be used when we want to be sweet and when we want to be sarcastic. haha!!

earlier this week, i learned that one of my former colleagues got married.
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