<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328666465038346845</id><updated>2011-06-13T19:17:35.948-07:00</updated><category term='papa bear'/><category term='love struck'/><category term='love'/><category term='monthsary'/><title type='text'>...Until the time is through...</title><subtitle type='html'>this is the last time i'll fall in love..story of our endless love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelomich.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328666465038346845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelomich.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LadyMichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15049040507274849727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DTZksQQrNpA/R7oNciGtoSI/AAAAAAAAACc/avFfVTG-S1c/S220/Michiko.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328666465038346845.post-8894004698887054197</id><published>2008-02-18T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T15:36:52.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love struck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papa bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthsary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Happy 11th Monthsary, Mahal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;    I was searchin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;g th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;e net for some valentine gift idea for my mother, and it landed me at Noemi's Blog. I read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; their love story, it's nice to be reading that kind of stories. And I saw the link to th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;e contest. That's why I did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;.. ~ to s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;hare my own story as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my entry for the &lt;a href="http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2008/01/26/love-struck-writing-contest/"&gt;Love Struck Writing Contest&lt;/a&gt; of Ms. Noemi Dado. Share to us your own love struck moment and enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Also, I wrote this for my Papa Bear, the love of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Seven years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ago, my High School English prof instructed us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to write a story. So, I based mine from a love story I happened to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; over the net. I never imagined that one day, right at this moment, I will be writing my own love story to share. I may not be a good writer, but for sure, my love story is...one-of-a-kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Prior to th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is year, dated February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 14, 2007, Angelo texted me at 5:00am telling me about some kind of major error I have done and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is requesting me to drop by his desk and talk about it as soon as he arrives. First break came and he aske&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d me again if I can come over, so I did. He handed me a rose and a picture &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of mine that he prin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ted. It was kind of odd but a swee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t gesture for an officemate I haven't known well, nor I go out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/lmrelico17/cards/GeloLetter_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 86px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DTZksQQrNpA/R7n52SGtoDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gbjzteM-jKA/s200/GeloLetter_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168436758352601138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Months before Valentine's 2007, I was from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the 5th batch and Angelo's ahead of one batch among the newly hired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; employees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Aside from that, we are of different shift -- the reason why I don't know him much and no idea about him. As months pass by, rumors come up and finally my Supervisor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;announces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t Angelo likes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    After the Christmas Party 2006, Ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o started a move thru friendster. He starte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d emailing me and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/lmrelico17/cards/GeloLetter_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 83px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DTZksQQrNpA/R7n6RyGtoEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/A70kJYAIi3c/s200/GeloLetter_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168437230799003714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; that blooms to cyber fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ndship. He confessed how he secretly took a glimpse of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; every time I p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ass by his desk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when his shift has done and I'm about to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;start my work. He stated how destiny brought us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; together, if not because of his fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; he wouldn't apply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; there, and from all his friends, he was the only one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who passed the test and got hired. The next step, we were smiling as we bump to each other. He just doesn’t know how to appro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ach me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Interruptions came along our way. First, I am not over yet with my ex-boyfriend and not in a hurry to enter another relationship; s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;econdly, ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ther guy from my shift is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; courting me, too; third, after our company transferred from Pasay to Maka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ti, I rarely e-mail him due to restrictions; fourth, we are of different shift and circle of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Patience is one of his virtues. E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;very day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he writes a &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?a=735495728&amp;amp;uid=4407312"&gt;letter&lt;/a&gt; to me -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as if waiting for me to give&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/lmrelico17/cards/GeloLetter_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 93px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DTZksQQrNpA/R7n6xSGtoFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/n1bZNK_8fmA/s200/GeloLetter_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168437771964883026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; him a chance, or just to go out sometime... He was so persistent and devoted. Every day he would drop by my table just to see me, with chocolates or he would leave flowers, sweet notes or any stuffs at my locker or at my desk to surprise me. He would also try to eat with me at the pantry even though we have different break time schedules and I go with my shiftmates. Sometimes, we stayed from dusk til dawn the and talk, i love it especially the way he cares consistently. He even knows my favorites and anything about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    But I rejected him, or he just assumed it like t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hat. Many times he insists me to go out even just once. At times, he cried for he thought I’m ignoring him. One time, he didn't come for work after crying the night before. I know it was my fault so on that sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me day, March 10, 2007, as he was about home from a badminton game, I tex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ted hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;m to come over to Quiapo. He doesn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'t have a load to text me so he asked the lady beside him to borrow her phon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e. From Las Piñas to Quiapo, he came back to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    We sometimes spend some night together just being side by side, talking, about anything, sitting along Greenbelt, watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stars or cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; passing by, feeling in love… It was a good feeling, and I sensed his wittiness and he’s also smart, easy-going person. We just talked and talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/lmrelico17/cards/GeloLetter_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 59px; height: 77px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DTZksQQrNpA/R7n7oSGtoGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3L6g48hJiMk/s200/GeloLetter_05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168438716857688162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    March 18, 2007, at 6:15am, after a nigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t somewhere in Manila, he accompanied me until we got t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o our house. He's insisting me, "Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;na?" many times. I wanted him to go but he’s still insisting me. He knows there’s something. And I am so eager to tell him about something. I just don't know wha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t to say, so I asked him, "Will you be my boyfrien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And he definitely smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We will be celebrating our first anniversary by next month, and we're so excited as ever. Looking back, I realized I made him cry oftentimes… I rejected him and dumped him coz I felt I don't like him that much, threatening him most of the time that I can break up with him whenever I wanted to, yet, he keeps on holding on to his love for me, cried many times, from South to North, he would patiently go to our home to see me and say sorry... He sticks to me like a bubble gum (that’s actually what he says). He never gives up. Rather, he patiently understands me, cares for me, finds any way just to be with me and protects me.. Especially right now that I am taking medications from having a lung infection, he is very cautious to me like a mother. He is just right beside me during those hospital times... Gradually, each passing days, I realized more that he is the one I've been waiting for (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;as what he stated from his letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;you can read the links&lt;/span&gt;). I was so grateful I didn't lose him. As my heart deceives me, for my mind says, he's the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes, you just don’t know who you’re going to love. Is it the person you’re waiting for? Or the one who loves you dearly. To love is an action. You choose who you WILL love. Regardless of appearance. It's more of attitude and character. And I saw those traits in my bf. He was more love struck than me before, and he always say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Ako na lang ang laging humahabol sa 'yo&lt;/span&gt;". But I am now sure that I am more inlove, and for sure, he will be my partner until forever for endless reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/lmrelico17/cards/GeloCard_b01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 49px; height: 71px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DTZksQQrNpA/R7n-KyGtoKI/AAAAAAAAABc/xPQH1Z3hZYQ/s200/GeloCard_b01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168441508586430626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/lmrelico17/cards/GeloCard_b02.jpg"&gt;Letters&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 42px; height: 69px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DTZksQQrNpA/R7n9HSGtoII/AAAAAAAAABM/sr0P1kY7RZQ/s200/GeloCard_b02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168440348945260674" border="0" /&gt;Letters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/lmrelico17/cards/GeloCard_b03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 48px; height: 70px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DTZksQQrNpA/R7n9sCGtoJI/AAAAAAAAABU/cZbDsw9ayo4/s200/GeloCard_b03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168440980305453202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    I can’t find the rights words to express ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ery thing h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; has done for me and how many sacrifices he made just to make our relationship stro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nger. For me, he’s one-of-a-kind for being so consistent and true to his words. And I am so sure that every day we love each other more and more. I am so lucky of having him as a partner who is always there to guide me, willing to sacrifice just to serve me, who makes me smile so often, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;urprises me most of the time, writing me letters, learning about budgeting time and mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ey, and most of all, he never ever forgets the pro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mises he made before he became my bf - that is to care for me and protect me always. His love for me didn't change, rather, he became more matured who is learning more about responsibility and planning the future for our future family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/lmrelico17/cards/GeloLetter_b01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 43px; height: 60px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DTZksQQrNpA/R7n-uCGtoLI/AAAAAAAAABk/T4xvRlWE1IE/s200/GeloLetter_b01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168442114176819378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Letters from Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/lmrelico17/cards/GeloLetter_b02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 40px; height: 58px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DTZksQQrNpA/R7n-4iGtoMI/AAAAAAAAABs/HEzV1sLJu8M/s200/GeloLetter_b02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168442294565445826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our relationship is never easy. We had our share of struggles and times of trouble. Lots of misunderstandings but as always, he patiently try to understand my mood swings, and solve problems. That's what's more important -- we made it together. We solve things before the day ends. And with him by my side, I am willing to face another problem (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like in my health case, I'm under medication, and he's very supportive and caring to me&lt;/span&gt;) and I know that our future will be much brighter, more meaningful. Together, we will face all obstacles because we know our relationship can endure even the worst of times, as long as we love, share, and stay together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    And soon, we will pro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ve to all as well as to ourselves that we are partners until forever. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My heart belongs to him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?a=0&amp;amp;uid=4407312"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DTZksQQrNpA/R7oAxCGtoPI/AAAAAAAAACE/dkwNX1GqcAY/s200/Pix21.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168444364739682546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?a=0&amp;amp;uid=4407312"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DTZksQQrNpA/R7oA6CGtoQI/AAAAAAAAACM/zyWO3oDu6nw/s200/Pix22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168444519358505218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DTZksQQrNpA/R7n__iGtoOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6e-6WSzcPU8/s1600-h/Pix+%2820%29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DTZksQQrNpA/R7n__iGtoOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6e-6WSzcPU8/s200/Pix+%2820%29.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168443514336157922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DTZksQQrNpA/R7n_4SGtoNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0L4Ec0fKneE/s1600-h/Pix+%2819%29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DTZksQQrNpA/R7n_4SGtoNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0L4Ec0fKneE/s200/Pix+%2819%29.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168443389782106322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?a=735495728&amp;amp;uid=4407312"&gt;My Papa Bear&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who never complains every day how far our places&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;from each other. (He’s from South, I’m from North)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who can be with me everytime I need him even he got no sleep yet, without any complain from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who is patiently with me at this times of my life (i am under medication from an infection)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who calls / text me from time to time during his work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who help me out in doing household chores especially when I am sick or when he stays at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who teaches me h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ow to buy food at the market / grocery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who writes me love letters / cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who surprises me even without occasions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who cooks food, especially breakfast then wake me up to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who wants us to do things TOGETHER – eating, brushing teeth, watching movies, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who doesn’t want me to do chores all by myself. He wants us to do it&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who is concern of my attitude when I'm getting bad and scolds me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who gives compliment and encouragement when I am afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who makes me smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or dances when I am sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who sings love songs for me, or dances with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who is very gentleman all the time. (even to my parents and friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who likes to be always beside me every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who loves me so much even at my worst moods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who is very protective with what I am doing, if it’s too much or bad for me, vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- who is willing to eat ampalaya, even he hates that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you, Mahal…. Happy 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Monthsary (February 18)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 164px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DTZksQQrNpA/R7nxKCGtoBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/NipqEqU3bco/s200/Gelo%26Mich011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168427202050367506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you always remind me this past few days NOT to wake up too early… you even called en texted many times, coz you worry too much of my health.. Mahal, this is the reason, coz I’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ve been worki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ng on our love story for you to read. I want to shout to the world how grateful I am I have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are getting more matured and more committed. Thank you for accepting me as who I am. You have seen the real me – my attitude and character; my mood swings. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Especially these past few months as I am under a medical condition, I feel I'm getting well, coz you're beside me always.)&lt;/span&gt; Yet, your love has never been altered. Thank you for all the sacrifices, for everything. You worked hard for making this relationship more happier and stronger.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I am with you, forever&lt;/span&gt;. 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