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Naisip ko nung isang araw lang, ang tagal na pala magmula noong huli ako umibig. Masaya, nakakakilig, ngayon ko naisip na masarap pala talagang mainluv kahit na minsan merong lungkot at iyak.&lt;/div&gt;
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Kailan pa ba iyon hindi ko na 'ata matandaan, basta ang alam ko lang eh, nagwo-work ako nun sa paranaque. Batch 4 kami sa mga pumasa, mga dalawampu’t lima ata kami. Focus lang ako nun sa work kaya hindi ko napapansin ang mga guys meron din naman akong crush wala nga lang sa batch namin.&lt;/div&gt;
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Natatandaan ko pa noon si louma na batchmate namin, grabe crush na crush niya yung isang ring ka batch namin ako deadma lang kasi medyo mahiyain pa ako noon. Nasa employees canteen kami nun tinuturo ni louma yung crush nya habang kinikilig pa sya ang gwapo raw nung guy na nasa smoking area na naka-maroon na shirt tinignan ko naman sabi ko sarili ko hindi naman ka gwapuhan tama lang kahit gwapo naman talaga, tapos nagssmoke pa turn-off talaga.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ilang sandali lang lumapit yung guy kakainis kasi sa akin pa gustong maki-share ng seat ayoko sana kaya lang wala ng kong magawa nakaupo na sya, medyo natarayan ko pa nga kasi amoy yosi sya, sabi ko umusog ng konti. Akala siguro nung guy ako ung may crush sa kanya kaya naman dun sya sa akin naki-seat. Tuwang-tuwa naman itong si louma kasi lumapit sa amin yung crush nya at naka-seat in pa. Actually nung time na yung gusto kong himatayin sa hiya kasi akala nung guy ako ung may crush sa kanya, ito namang si louma eh deadma lang while staring to her crush, iniisip ko hindi pa ba aalis itong guy na 'to.&lt;/div&gt;
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The next day si lejo yung isa rin naming ka-batchmate nanliligaw ata sa akin hindi ko alam nakisabay sa pag-uwi, at unfortunately itong crush ni louma eh nakasabay pa namin sa employee’s shuttle at kasama rin ung isa naming ka batch na si lj(guy po sya!!!) itong si lejo eh excited na pinakilala pa ako sa crush ni louma, sabi nya eh ka-batchmate rin nila ako, without lejo’s knowing eh na-meet ko na yung gunggong na yun. Nakatingin sya sa akin na parang nakakaloko siguro akala nga nya eh ako yung may crush sa kanya. Gusto ko sanang sabihin eh, "excuse me hindi ikaw yung type ko noh!!!!" pero umiral pa rin yung pagiging mahiyain ko, di pa nakuntento yung crush ni louma tinanong pa ako kung saan ako nakatira, ayoko naman maging bastos kaya sinagot ko ng totoo, nagulat ako kasi sabi nya&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"What a small world pareho pala tayo ng tinitirhan magkaibalang ng subdivision"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;parang gusto ko ng tumalon sa shuttle ano ba 'toh, malapit lang pala sa akin 'tong mokong na toh ibig sabihin may chances ko pa syang makita at makasabay sa pagpasok.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ilang sandali pa napansin na ata ni lejo na parang kinikilatis na ako ng crush ni louma kasi ang dami ng personal matters na tinatanong sa akin, kaya itong lejo nagpaka-exag, sinabi pang ihahatid nya ako, kasi nga "˜tong crush ni louma eh, in-ooffer nyang sumabay na lang ako sa kanya tutal we have the same way, pero inunahan na sya ni lejo hindi ko alam pero bigla akong nanghinayang. Bigla kong tinanong yung sarili ko kung bakit, eh ayoko naman dun sa guy nay un.&lt;/div&gt;
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The following days hindi ko alam kung anong nangyari lagi ko na syang kasabay. Hindi ko na sya palaging nakikitang nag-yoyosi, wala na rin yung amoy yosi nya sa katawan mabango na sya sobra. Nahuhuli ko rin sya na palaging nakatingin sa direksyon ko at umuupo sa tabi ko pero dinededma ko lang kasi hindi naman ako yung may crush sa kanya. Nasa dyip kami nagku-kwentuhan ng sabihin nya na yung liligawan nya na girl eh, dadalhin nya dun sa isang pinakamagandang lugar na nasa midst lang ng maynila, at dun raw nya papasagutin. Sabi ko ang swerte naman nung girl kasi ang sweet naman nung place.&lt;/div&gt;
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One time tinanong nya ako kung gusto kung pumunta dun sa place na sinasabi nya, sabi ko bakit nya ako dadalhin dun eh yung girl lang na nililigawan nya ang dadalhin nya dun, pero sabi nya friend naman nya ako kaya ok lang, so pumayag ako ang ganda nga nung place ang lamig nung simoy ng hangin sa tabing dagat lalo pa’t gabi ang gandang tignan ng harbour lights. Maya-maya hinawakan nya yung kamay ko sabi nya kung pwede raw bang hawakan, umo-o lang ako kasi nga parang nabatubalani na ako sa tingin nya sinabi nyang&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;he loves me&lt;/i&gt;, napatulala ako, hindi ako nakaresponse agad para bang may kung ano sinagot ko sya ng oo kahit alam kong hindi ko pa sya mahal.&lt;/div&gt;
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Hindi ko alam kung sweet nga ba sya kasi pinakikialaman nya ng lahat lahat sa akin pati cologne ko pinalitan nya, ang sinusuot ko mayroon ng hindi pwedeng suutin, naiinis na ako pero hindi ko alam sumusunod pa rin ako sa kanya, kahit sinasabi ko sa sarili ko na hindi ko naman sya mahal at kung magbreak kami di siguro ako masyadong ma-apektuhan.&lt;/div&gt;
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Naglu-lunch break kami nun sabi nya may family problem daw sya, kailangan muna raw nya ng space o cool-off pero sabi nya kung hindi raw ako papayag ok lang daw, kaya lang nung mga oras na "˜yon umiiral sa akin yung pride kaya sabi ok lang. Nagcool-off kami siguro mga 1-week hindi kami nagkikibuan, kahit nagkakasalubong sa hallway ng office hindi pa rin kami nagpapansinan, sabi ko ang weirdo naman ng cool-off parang hindi ko kaya. Hindi ko namalayan iniiyakan ko na pala sya, nasasaktan ako ng wala syang pakialam sa akin, namimiss ko na yung pakikialam nya sa personal things ko, namimiss ko rin yung araw-araw na magkasabay kami sa dyip habang natutulog ako sa mga braso nya, at yakap-yakap nya ako. Namimiss ko na rin yung pangungulit nya, pero hindi ko pa rin inaamin sa sarili ko na mahal ko sya sabi ko lang madaya sya.&lt;/div&gt;
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Nung birthday ko after ng break namin pumunta sya dinilhan nya ako ng Holland tulips na peach ang kulay nagulat ako, pero hindi ko alam parang ayoko na sya ulit makasama, pero kapag wala naman sya hinahanap ko sya.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;It was unexpected meeting after a long, long time of missing each other. I was staggered, but I tried to hide it, I don't wan't him to give a damn reason or an edge to be near again. Yet, feelings cannot lie no matter how you tried to conceal it; it's like a floating feather in the air.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Afternoon and almost dark in a friend's house he is there to celebrate too, can't imagine that I will be seeing him around after a long period of absence in contiguous place like this. He was happy indeed when I saw him, never to mention that he tried to ignore my presence too, the way I did with him just a fancy greetings of &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"hello"&lt;/i&gt; to my friends and to a celebrant, then I move ahead.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried to occupy my time without noticing that he was surreptitiously watching me from afar. Catching his every glance was like an electrifying bolt breakthrough to my body down to my veins, and once reliving the feeling that once was dead. I didn't like the feeling. I hate it. But I was susceptible every time, he was near.&lt;br /&gt;
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He got up and went to the kitchen tried to mingle to a bunch of celebrators outside the house. I stayed in my place thinking trying to figure out things about what happened just awhile ago, still in the midst of abysmal emotion, he awaken me again with his presence, and sit down beside me for the second time. Now with more intense reaction, he whispered the word I'd never expect he will ever utter.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, brusquely covered my eyes and kissed me. I was dumbfounded. I could not say a word, but took a deep breath and sighed. I didn't even know if people around us witnessed what he has done. My world stops for a moment and could not even think, but savor the taste of his kissed. It was very unusual he never did it &lt;strike&gt;(being kissed me in front of many people)&lt;/strike&gt; in the entire days that we are together before we parted without goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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The night was covered of mystic moments, I had never known that I fell on his knees again, and trying to live in a flash like a fresh bloom flowers in the green fields. He was so sweet that night that he has never been before in the days that we were together, Indeed he changed. It's confirmed. I could probably say he got my trust again. Until the sec that I found I am with him again with silent hopefuls it will bloom.&lt;br /&gt;
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Things changed that we get closer to each other every day. We had more intimate time than the usual ones before. He is more caring and sensitive to my feelings. All of this feed my conviction that we are stepping to a more consequential relationship, I submit myself again to my silent hopeful that this is the beginning of a more sophisticated correlation holding on to my fate somehow I will have his words to justify this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16.796875px;"&gt;For this past week, my head is in a jam, inside I am battling emotionally try to systematize the matter of messed in my life. If I look back to where it started I do not even know how, how I even caught dead pan and unreasonably dwell on it. Though, I know I will continue to suffer from it, but not beefy enough to runaway, runaway so fast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16.796875px;"&gt;It seems that I was in a cage battling for my life to escape or not I will definitely dead on the spot. Few days had passed and everything surge so slickly like a wind goes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sac" id="spans0e0" style="border: 0px; color: green; cursor: pointer; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16.796875px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;" tooltip="{&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;in&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;} &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;replaces&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br/&amp;gt;{&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;s style='color:Red;'&amp;gt;on&amp;lt;/s&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;}: wrong word"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16.796875px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a right direction, without telling you where to go. I can deeply breathe now and take a fresh of breath air without blocking it in my lungs".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16.796875px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"&gt;The whole thing now is all in control, lucky enough there is one human being who believes in me, continue to love, and care for me despite with so many obstacles that are coming through in between each days, he extent his hand to gave the comfort I need, even though I am in deeply messed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16.796875px;"&gt;He stood beside me and give me the audacity, the forte,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16.796875px;"&gt;and the words that keep me going "Hindi naman kita iiwan", those words are sufficient for me to stand-up and continue to believe in myself "na kaya ko 'to".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16.796875px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"&gt;At the time being, he was like an angel sent from up above to be my shining armor in the midst of adversity and from the billows of deep agony. He rescued me from the wars of angels and put me in a haven where I can rest and for a moment forgot all the twinge that had had set on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16.796875px;"&gt;After all the odds that I passed through, I was on a battlefield again. I, myself am in confusion, again, but I'm trying not to be messed up again by another relationship. My mind is full enough and can't conceive more to be drawn from too many ordeals. Albeit, another one shadow is following behind me and trying to be a part of my messy life" ha ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16.796875px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;please. Enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16.796875px;"&gt;(The shining armor of mine left too and can't&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sac" id="spans0e0" style="border: 0px; color: green; cursor: pointer; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16.796875px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;" tooltip="{&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;stand&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;} &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;replaces&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br/&amp;gt;{&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;s style='color:Red;'&amp;gt;stood&amp;lt;/s&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;}: wrong word"&gt;stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16.796875px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;in time when we face battlefield in our relationship. I always fooled around by false promises, flowery words, and become to trusting without even giving a benefit of the doubt to my partner.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16.796875px;"&gt;originally written on 2007/4/3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16.796875px;"&gt;I have made it a rule never to be with a person ten minutes without trying to make him happier. --Various Attributions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Loving someone is okay but sometimes we have to face that the person we love, doesn't love us the way we love them and it doesn't mean we have to push around the bush and insist yourselves to them. For every rope there is an end.&lt;br /&gt;
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So you have to face the fact that you are not the owner of this world. Fighting for the love you have for that person it isn't bad, as long as the person loving you the same way but if you only fighting for your own feelings (don't be selfish my dear, let him/her go). He/she doesn't love YOU! That's why he/she didn't fight for you too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Open your eyes to the reality that there is no "One Sided Love Affair" it's always "two hearts beat together as one." It's hard to accept the truth but the truth would truly set you free, and as the saying goes&lt;i&gt; 'if you love someone set him free.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Stand with your principile don't live with your own emotions, we have senses. Let use our senses and don't throw the ball on your neighbor. Stop barking at the wrong tree. Don't let others take your responsibility which is simply your own predicament.&lt;br /&gt;
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Think twice then think deeper the consequences you get in. Maybe YOU alone are the sole responsible and not the others.&lt;br /&gt;
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What is toxic that we do not see but we feel, and thoroughly affect the lives of many people? I read a book that really enlightens me and open my eyes to reality (sorry, it's not that I do not want to share the book but I have not yet the permission)" those toxic that I am referring to is our PROBLEM that we face through our daily lives. Why did I say its toxic, actually it is not actually toxic if we do not absorb it and be affected by it", 'cause the moment we absorbed the problem the toxicty came in our spirity, in our mind, and in our soul we start to think about it and get worried.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes not only the problem is the cause of toxic inside us, but the negative words that we heard and we started to absorb. The moment we hear negative feedbacks, then bad thoughts, bad feelings come, and then you dwell on it on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Every day you live battered, feeling ambiguous, perplexed, weary.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes we put in a situation was we think it's complicated, it's put too much pressure on us especially when our boss always finds a mistake in everything we do, but if you iron it into something positive then you will see they are just the fire and you are the gold that purify into perfection, is not wonderful because we are being molded to perfection without paying too much cost.&lt;br /&gt;
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Put ourselves in a situation when someone thinks of something bad for you, of course our first impression is badly too, but at that moment we do not certainly think that we started to let the toxins coming in inside you to destroy the wholeness of your being. If we think first that every bad thing we heard, we think or we say is a toxic waste that ruins us the infinite divinity of our being, then you will not allow it to happen. Who in the universe destroys their own being if they KNOW that they feed the toxic waste that can harm them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, we are not perfect enough that we cannot think anything bad or cannot absorb it the moment we heard negative ones, but then we can actually avoid it or disentangled ourselves into it. We always think that we are given the freedom to choose what life we want to live. Another is just part of this big circle that we call WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;We cannot surpass the other because we are born made equally. (LORI E.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The choice to live the happy life is depend on our hands, on our decision not on others shoulders. They are part of us that continue to spice our lives not to put the burden on us, but to exist into a deeper meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some of us girl is getting ga-ga on how to win a man's attention, as I'd browsed the Yahoo News one particular article has caught my attention and want to share it with you too so I highlighted the important one. Here are the 7 subtle ways to win him over:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;7 subtle ways to win him over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;by Elise Nersesian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Look up at him&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If you’re flirting with a guy, tilt your head forward while you chat.  According to Australian research, when a woman looks up at a man, she  appears more feminine, because the height difference between them is  amplified. And when guys feel strong and tall around a woman, they’re  more motivated to win her affection.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Rock something red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Research conducted by the University of Rochester says that women who  wear red are more appealing than women wearing any other color. As a result, men are instinctively drawn to the rosy color,” says Andrew  J. Elliot, Ph.D., of the Department of Clinical and Social Sciences at  the University of Rochester. So swipe on some rose-tinted lip gloss, tie  your hair back with a red ribbon, or just paint your fingernails a  fiery red.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Stand on his right when you speak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If you’re bold enough to ask him out, boost your odds of getting a “yes” by whispering your invitation into his right ear.&amp;nbsp; Scientists say the left side of the brain — which is the side that best  processes verbal communication — absorbs information through the right  ear.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Slip on a pair of stilettos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In addition to making your legs look toned and lean, high heels give the illusion of smaller feet. Why is this key?&amp;nbsp; men think women with smaller feet have prettier faces. The small-footed woman as being more attractive, and almost 10 times as  likely to say she seemed more feminine. “Smaller feet on a woman signify  healthy genes and a positive rearing environment with high-quality  food,” says the study’s coauthor, Jeremy Atkinson, an evolutionary  psychologist at the University at Albany-SUNY.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Play the right tunes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If you’re at a party and have access to the music, play James Blunt or Bruno Mars. A study published in the journal &lt;i&gt;Psychology of Music&lt;/i&gt; found that tunes with mushy lyrics make men feel more romantic and generous. he men who heard love songs playing while they were in the shop spent  significantly more money on flowers than men who listened to pop tunes  or no music at all.&amp;nbsp; Researchers surmise that love songs subconsciously prime men for real-life romance.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Spritz yourself for a beauty boost&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Wearing black has a great slimming effect, but the right scent is an even sweeter trick to try when you’re looking for love. he same research also shows that women who smell like grapefruit appear  to be five years younger to men, possibly due to the rejuvenating  effects of the citrus itself. Dab perfume or essential oils on the  inside of your wrists, behind your ear and on your throat before your  next date.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Schedule a late-afternoon date&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If you’re having a “fat day,” suggest a pre-dinner date.&amp;nbsp; Research conducted by Newcastle University in England found that when  men are hungry, they find a heavier-set woman more attractive than when  they’re&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Elise Nersesian has written for&lt;/i&gt; Redbook, Stuff &lt;i&gt;and other national magazines.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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To read the full details of this article you can visit this link:&amp;nbsp; http://yahoo.match.com/y/article.aspx?articleid=12718&amp;amp;TrackingID=526103&amp;amp;BannerID=856892&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Thanks for this wonderful article by Elise Nersesian, now women had the idea on how to win a man's "Yes". Girls have fun.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>JELL-OW DRAMA-RAMA</title><link>http://thethingcalled-love.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-was-then-blankly-staring-at-computer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lena)</author><pubDate>Thu, 29 Sep 2011 10:15:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493434410790080739.post-7294996056902517318</guid><description>I was then staring blankly at the computer reading blogs of other Friendsters-addict (laughs), like me. Well,  it just comes up to my thought that somehow whatever we watch on  television it could really happen in our lives, maybe you're asking me now  what am I talking about? Well, I just had a realization in the past  relationship that I had and somehow acted so foolishly which I think too crazy enough to  look back (lol). Well, I am not supposed to disclose the secrecy of my  folly because it’s too personal and so down degrading to retaliate, but  somehow stories like mine was just an ordinary thing happen to someone who got broken hearted, but I thought it was too  funny to look back (since I never thought I will act so foolishly). Anyway, it happened than in the  past. &lt;br /&gt;
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I guess, everyone had ever watched TV soap opera -- a love stories when two  lovers have to part ways, and then one is sobbing so hardly? If you  ever had watch I guess you knew what I am really talking about. When I  watch those kinds of soap opera I had thought it was too over re-acting,  it’s too unbelievable, but it wasn’t passed in my mind that I would  ever experience the same kind of reaction when I got broken hearted.  But a big YES, it's happened to me. So, I wrote a short flashback of the story of my foolish act. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;A Synopsis of the past:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;It was 5 years ago when my boyfriend and I had broken up I said to myself I will never get affected no matter what happen and that I am would never feel the pain that others does. Yet, one day my own thoughts proved me that I was wrong, that I am not a superwoman who is in control of everything. While sitting on the bus going to my work one particular song played on the radio it was caught me melancholic (it was a song that my boyfriend used to dedicate to me whenever he sang it or even played over the radio when we were together then...). Never did I notice that tears came rolling by like a waterfall in Majayjay Valley (somewhere in Laguna, Philippines) without end; before I even realized that I'd finished a roll of tissue in my hand. It was too disgusting to look at myself 'cause I didn't even know how to compose myself no matter how I tried I keep sobbing incessantly -- crying like a helpless child who lost somewhere in the middle of nowhere where nobody could give me a help. That is the very first time in my life I look overly crazy in just a snap of a finger just-because-of-a-past-song ( it was like a soap-opera indeed). Lol. Can you realize how hard I cried that I'd finished a roll of tissue paper and want even more?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;(The bus driver, my seatmate and other bus enthusiast are my deft witnesses on this crazy moment of mine. Lol.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;There is another one unforgettable situation that had happened it was when I woke up one morning then all I did was crying it seems that I had a bad nightmare on the night before that no one could ever stop me from sobbing, then after awhile suddenly I was caught a dead blank in silence staring nowhere.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Then again, it was lunch time when my father called me to join them on the table, then suddenly I cried, cried, and cried my father who was going to fetch me for lunch was then surprised but never ask he just let me cry until the last teardrops fall...Father knows it well, I guess.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Though I hadn’t planned to be in that situation thinking that I was brave enough to handle it when I broke up with my bf. Yet, no matter how we thought that we can control it, our feelings, our emotions, nor our reactions there still a possibility that we can still feel the pain because we're human and have a heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;(Now I knew that somehow whatever you watch on TV could possibly happen in real life or there could be a pattern.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Now, I could say is whatever we watch on television is  not all mere fantasy or over-reacting it could be somehow a true to life story of our  lives, and somehow it connects every part of it that we  could use as an armor or a shield in the future.&lt;br /&gt;
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I knew I am not alone agonizing on an unsuccessful relationship... I guess, what I had before its not yet all true love because if it is we end up together. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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(originally written: 5/8/06)</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>BLOG UPDATES</title><link>http://thethingcalled-love.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-updates.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lena)</author><pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 00:07:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493434410790080739.post-2748916275484030047</guid><description>&lt;br /&gt;
Sorry for waiting so long for me to post another one, 'cause this indolence is kinda eating me up for a while. But it doesn't mean I forgot this site of mine.&lt;br /&gt;
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Note: You might read my post rather in blue mood or a little dark. Some are written long time before while I'm in that situation in a moment where I really need to pour out my emotion so it won't explode. It's one of my outlet to let it all out (by pouring it in black in white).&lt;br /&gt;
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Just feel free to share a word in my tagboard and I would definitely drop by on your site.&amp;nbsp; :)</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>On About Love</title><link>http://thethingcalled-love.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-about-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lena)</author><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2011 13:41:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493434410790080739.post-4008427411452984681</guid><description>&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They said, "Love is stupid" as the one song goes &lt;i&gt;Stupid Love!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But no wait… for me &lt;i&gt;Love is not stupid&lt;/i&gt;  but is the greatest thing in the universe that we could ever hope for. And yet, sometimes we did foolish thing in the name of love but not in the other way round. Sometimes we are being fooled by those  false promises and those sweeten words from the man we choose to love, for  all we know those are just bittersweet words that we will ever taste. It might be a game they plan to hurt  someone or to pleasure themselves whatever that is we might not falsely believe that it was LOVE who hurt us but it is the man/woman we trusted to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are times when someone knocks on our door we thought that it was love all along, but then later on we figured out that we embark onto something more complicated thing, but then we tend to become blind until we configured it out it goes in the wrong way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes we try to scapegoat to the reality and we reason out ourselves that what we had wasn't all  true love or we might just need someone to hang around and share our thoughts. Someone where you can air your agony or maybe an outlet of your angst. Sometimes we  are being fooled by our own selves, our own feelings and our own  thoughts, that being with this someone is the right thing to do. But before you know it wasn't the called thing LOVE but merely someone who is just fun to be with which in the moment of your solitude he/she is the one who is around to make you smile and see the brighter side of life, but the truth is it wasn't real love all along. All just was a fancy feeling of having someone to be by your side to cover up all the scars and pain that we carry it on from our previous relationship. Truth is hard to accept but reality bites, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt;"sometimes we thought that someone is the key that fits to our door heart. (Lori)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We have to be very careful with the word Fun  and Love these two have different kind of meaning. Fun is the one you enjoy  doing fancy thing with the person you are with at the moment and Love is the one you do out  of unconditional things for this person, with joy and pain you still long to  standstill, because you LOVE him/her for a fact that it  contains lot of suffering and consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fancy Love means is the one will fade out as time goes by. True Love will remain forever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yet,  many are abhors to love because they think it was Love who fooled them  and yet, for me it wasn't the LOVE rather the person who promised to love us for the rest of our lives, but tempted in a different way. No precautions are given to  stay the love that he/she feels for us, but there is only one thing that's left is true and can be a very powerful tool which is to  let GOD rule in our lives and in our hearts, and be the center of our  relationship, and everything will be in a perfect place. Let's God control of everything and he will give the desire of our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe somebody won’t believe in this saying, or an atheist would disagree,&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;but no matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;WE ALL LIVE FOR LOVE&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;...these are just my point of view we have our own side of views and I respect on that. Have a good life and spread love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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