Merged: All Love Stories

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sus mapol an ra mo kadugayan ana oi...maayo lng na sa bag o pa.....

..........wa man lagi ko pull-e..........*** machine ni!..............hhehehe

[roselyn]

thanks...i really love love stories...romantic man jud ko..heheh

[roselyn]

("-,-") same then

[P-Chan]

magita ko ug paagi oi.. ma ma buhi mi duha.. lolz.. eventually ma hutdan man ug gas diba?

[limsitek]

this could happen to me considering i have only one helmet,
if this incident comes,
at first i should try another strategy not by crashing on the building,
lowering the gas, shift to lower gear, etc

[rml11]

4 me i do d same f d maka huna2 pako sa helmet ug hatag while on trouble... heheh, btaw f u reli love the person buhaton jud ang tanan.... tsk! tsk!

[nunobone]

i've already read this about a year ago in a school forum..

sad story peru tinuod jud nah coz the guy could always do the "Engine break". ma slide siguro sila peru at least mabuhi.. kung ako pa if i have my gf riding with me then i wouldnt drive over 100mph!!!gamay lang na ligas anah motuyok namo!.. i guess that guy wasnt thinking..

peru i'll do the same.. !!!

[samsungster]

This is a love story that is far too screwed up to be fiction, too frighteningly surreal to be anything but the truth. This story is about a love that happened in Beijing. This is my story.

I was sent to Beijing, China because my mother wanted me to learn how to speak fluent Chinese. Thus, I went on a trip of a lifetime. Any other Tsinoy might have been thrilled at the opportunity to go to another country, to enjoy the many possibilities involved in travel, and study in a foreign land. This would be especially true for my destination, since other Tsinoys have been there and have spread the word as to how much fun it was. I was different, however. I did not want to go.

I was reluctant about the trip. To go to Beijing and study, I had to quit a job I liked, sacrifice months of my life to studying a language which I cared nothing for, and leave my comfortable life here in the Philippines. The very idea of going there angered me. I did not want to go.

In the end, I did not have much choice. Everything had already been arranged. I had to go and learn the wonderful Chinese language in my home country or die trying, so to speak.

Things went badly during the first few weeks. I was having a lousy time in Beijing. All that happened was that I was dragging myself out of bed every morning to go to class for four long hours. Then in the afternoon, I would take a nap or eat. I was a loner.

At the back of my mind, the thought that I wasn't supposed to be there kept resounding over and over like a broken cassette tape that was caught in an endlessly undying loop. It infuriated me that I had to be in Beijing when I didn't want to be. I went on, surviving day-by-day, mind as numb as a prisoner's, waiting for my parole.

That was until I met her.

We met on a train at the Beijing railway station, on a school trip to Luoyang and Shaolin temple. I went on that trip because I had nothing to do during holidays. I had decided to make the best of my situation. That decision would change my life.

Falling in love was the last thing on my mind. She's Hua-Kiyaw or overseas Chinese like us Tsinoys. She came from a first world country in Europe - but her roots were pure Chinese. Her parents were Cantonese, born and bred in Guangzhou province.

It was quite a coincidence. Both of us are Chinese, but from different parts of the world. By all considerations, we should never have met. She's from Europe. I'm from the Philippines. We met on a train in Beijing, China. The odds against such a thing happening were tremendous, impossible.

Perhaps it was fate. Who knows?
I'm not sure how we fell in love. All I know is that neither one of us could stand being away from the other for long. We fell in love despite these two facts: I was so messed up as a person and that she was seeing someone from America. Neither of us had plans of falling in love with each other. I had no wish of breaking up a relationship and she had no desire to see anybody else. Somehow, we still fell hopelessly in love. And thus, our fate was sealed.

We were caught up in a whirlwind, a blizzard of emotions which overwhelmed us. There was no defense, no salvation.

We spent every day, every waking hour, every possible moment together. We could not stand being away from each other. We had to be together as much as possible. Sometimes we would simply stay in her room, cuddling, doing nothing but relishing each other's presence, talking about everything and nothing. It didn't matter what we were talking about. All that mattered was that we were together. We were happy.

It was a love that was timeless; however, time was also an enemy. Our time in China was limited. Soon, we would be leaving for different continents, different destinations, different countries.

Our coming separation always hung over our heads. Sometimes the thought would just creep up on her. She would cry in moments like those and all I could do was try to comfort her. What else could I do? I loved her and she loved me. Too much it would seem.

In the end, there were too many things working against this relationship: distance, cultural gaps, age, and even families. It would be impossible to overcome all those obstacles no matter how strong our love was. We both knew that all we could do was to make our time together last. And we did.

The day we dreaded came too quickly. On that day, we said good-bye. At the boarding gate for her flight, we kissed for the last time. I was strong. For her, I was strong. I forced myself not to cry. But she did. It seemed like she couldn't stop. I could taste the salt from her tears as we kissed. I told her I loved her. She turned away and boarded the plane. When she was out of sight, I let my tears flow.
My heart hasn't stopped crying since. I know that I should move on. One of these days, a long time away from now, maybe my heart will heal. Maybe.


Now when I think about what has happened, I laugh at the thought of how I went to China because I was forced to, though I did not want to, and somehow fell in love there. Romantic and also ironic.

I wish, though, that we were still together despite all the obstacles. Sometimes, I still wish it could have been different. I still dream. And I still hope.

I love her… And I miss her….

[Sanosuke]

Hello there.. Gosh, [size=18px]it's been 2 years[/size] since i last posted here.. u know guys, time really can make a person mature and change...
for the past two years, lots of things had happend in all of our lives, in my life.. job, lovelife, betrayals, unfaithfullness, friendships lost and friendships discovered, dreams destroyed... dreams revived and re constructed... A NEW HOPE...


As for now, PRINCESS has long been gone.. yep, she bade farewell in my life two years ago, dats y i stopped ISTORYA..

My band is gone.. Hope U guys still remember S.C.U.M. 2003-2004.. but im planning to pick up the pieces again with my former bandmates.

And now, even if i didn't had the princess which I hoped and loved before..

Im now in love with a "commoner", a "peasant girl" or just a normal girl..
But mind u, she's more beautiful and caring than the princess in my life..

a year ago, I was reassigned in Davao del Sur coz of some lousy San Miguel New Plant.. I resigned and went back n cebu because of HER...

And now, we see ich other in MEPZ 1 every day..

[Sanosuke]

Yepr, musta na diay mong tanan?