Merged: All Love Stories

[pamila]

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hey, its not your lost...

lost 2 ni miss pharmacist!

[Sanosuke]

Thanx really.. all of ur advises really meant a lot to me then, even now... gotta admit, things were really different during dos days, now i feel more like an adult.. and im starting to lose some hair.. hehhehehe

[juzwannabluvd]

mmm...kita mi somewhere...naa ko kuyug bestfrend nako den sya sab, iya mga frends pero di pami kaila to nga time.as in stranger pa mi. pag abot namo duha sa akong frend sa place, i noticed him na sige tan-aw sa among table pero wa ra nako gi mind kay abi nako wa ray meaning den after a few min, duul daun sya, den ingon sya pwede ba daw mi magka amigo ug amiga. ang akong nagahan kay wa dayun sya nangayu ug cell #...baduyan man gud ko ana nga lines..."may i have ur cp #..".... den mao na to gasugud... ambot ngano, dali raman mi nagka close. basta we played billiards pa den grrrrrrr...di lang gyud makalimut ato ng moment oi! hatud mi nila uli...and i thot he wont show up d next day... but he did! gkuha ko nya sa akong workplace den sige na sya adto nako - everyday - no absent. malimtan pa barkada ug uban pa kaysa nako! CHAMPION!!! on bended knees gyud! den nagka kami... after a few months... daun hangtud karun, kami pa ghapon.. more than a year na mi - hopefully kami na gyud! definitely happy with him man gyud! wa koy ika comment. mas ako pa gani badlungun pero mada ra man. mao to sya!

[kiat_gamay]

it has a tragic ending...

[soulshocked]

Destiny and a Little Bit of French Fries
by: milai@rock.com

"lai thanks for this..though it's not really the exact story...but the ending is pretty much the same!"


Meeting Brandon Boyd in person was never easy.

I mean, he was just there; just standing, basically doing nothing, and I felt like running and throwing my arms around him or something. I was fighting hard the urge to do something stupid. Instead, I acted like somebody of my age-for a change-and pretended like it's no big deal with all the imagined decency I could possibly muster.
I felt a bolt of electricity shoot through me as he looked in my direction, and things seemed to go in slow motion like in those cheesy movies in Hollywood as he went towards my direction. Like a naturally born idiot, I just stood there with all my senses going numb.
I was actually meeting Brandon Boyd of Incubus.
His were the most gorgeous eyes I had ever laid eyes on, and it made me feel like drowning in them. I hope I could still go on breathing since it would be such a waste if I died.
He felt so real; the trademark earpiece, and that sexy smirk that make his smile.
I could almost feel his breathing against my face. He was so near, his presence made my palms sweat heavily, and his hand was reaching out to shake mine.
Then my alarm clock rang.
Brandon Boyd was suddenly gone and all that was left were the glow-in-the-dark stickers on my ceiling I was looking at.
I started to reflect. Something good could probably happen that day; I could get promoted, my friend Russel could be sick of some weird disease that wouldn't allow him to speak for the rest of his life, or I could die.
Still half-asleep, I voluntarily reached for the clock on the table beside my bed and heard it smash against the wall afterwards. Looking at the broken pieces on my floor, it felt good to do something silly and not regretting it for the first time.
I got to look for my radio, which was probably covered by my marvel comics on the floor.
I had developed this strange habit of turning the radio on whenever I am about to take a bath in the morning since high school. The music kind of perks me p, I guess. I used to fall asleep in the bathroom when I felt really sleepy back then.
I found my radio just near my bed and New Radical's 'Crying Like Church on a Monday' started playing.
I just love it when rock bands make sad songs. They take their emotions to the extreme, and my heart just goes with the song every time I hear it.
I don't know, but that song reminds me of my ex-boyfriend Earl back in college. Perhaps because I was humming that song when we broke up.
I was a freshman in college when I first saw Earl in a school program in which he and his band performed. I guess they were playing Bob Marley or something. I wasn't paying much attention; I was bored and sleepy and hungry. The last place I wanted to be in was that crowded gym with people hollering around when all I could think about was Mom's fresh macaroons.
I wasn't really interested with reggae then, but I knew their music sounded like one. He was the bassist and after I realized how gorgeous he was, that's when I started paying attention.
They were a lousy band, but nobody really cared. They were playing reggae, and everybody in Bacolod just loved it.
It was just one of the programs our school hosts after every term exams. To play after work, they say. I don't know why the student government insisted of calling it a 'party'. It was a lame excuse to be called such. There was no food in the first place, and everybody was required to attend-with that, I mean, you have no choice.
Now Earl was tall, with those pair of deep brown, hypnotic eyes. His hair was in dreadlocks, which looked cool on him.
Ours wasn't a big school that we couldn't help but run across each other every single day in school. Well, he was tall, and he would always stand out in every crowd. I just found myself that we would be introduced in any possible way. I began thinking about which side of him was better to bump and dramatically send my things flying into the air, or to gracefully slip in front of him.
Yep, I was that desperate.
I was on my third year when we were formally introduced. We casually me in a pool hall where he and his bandmates hung out.
Back in college, my best bud was Dina. She was kind of popular. The cheerleader; wears gray eyes to school and dies her hair auburn. For me she looked disgusting; but guys loved her, perhaps because she was half-Norwegian and had this glowing, flawless skin.
Dina had a talent in flirting; something I wasn't born with. She wasn't really good in playing billiards, but she liked the pool hall so she would be surrounded with guys.
I don't play pool myself. Man, I couldn't even hit the cue ball right. Most often I just tag along and eat peanuts at the counter.
Earl's group was cool. They go to school with their motorcycles and never really cared whether you're part of the 'in' crowd or not. They hung out with all sorts of people. They just love humanity.
Two weeks after hanging out them, I learned that Earl was actually after Dina. Sigh. It didn't matter anyway because for the next two weeks, Dina left for Norway, just a day after Dina answered him yes.
'Oh well,' was all he said shrugging his shoulders after I broke to him the news. He invited me to have French Fries after. I loved French fries, but I was more interested in hearing about how devastated he was.
He ordered French Fries for us both. He asked if I wanted a soda and I told him that I would rather have a sundae. He also got a sundae for himself.
He was humming an unfamiliar song, perhaps another new composition of his, and I was dipping French fries on sundae.
'Strange,' he suddenly said
'What?'
'You do that?'
'Do what?'
'You're dipping French fries on sundae?'
'Why?' I asked, chewing the food in between my molars. 'You think it's gross?'

'No,' he shook his head matter-of-factly. 'It's just that I do that, strange, I thought I was the only existing person on Earth who does that.'
'I know some people who also do that.'
'Really?' He looked outside through the window, watching the people passing by. He looked like he was in some deep thought or something. For a while, he remained silent. 'Hey,' he finally said, 'you like futurama?'
'Yeah,' I replied without hesitation. It puzzled me though why on earth he asked me that question, but I didn't bother to ask. 'Especially Bender,' I added the latter.
'Kiss my shiny metal ass,'
I laughed in spite of the food in my mouth. That was Bender's tagline. 'You also watch the show, huh?'
'I have a door size poster of Fry in my bedroom.'
'Kidding'
'It's a shame the show had to stop.'
'Yeah.'
At that moment, I realized that we were on the same level of insanity. We seemed to have a whole lot to share. We talked about almost everything under the sun. Everything that was, except Dina.
That wasn't the last time we had French fries. We started having French fries every afternoon, soon, we started going out at night. He taught me to play billiards, then I became his girlfriend.
Yep, that fast.
We seemed to connect in a lot of things and I didn't seem to have a lot to adjust or something.
After all, reggae is not that bad.
Of course, life has a lot of surprises. I proved this true one afternoon when I was at the coffee shop near our school reading Stephen King. I just bought the book that day and decided to read it while waiting for Earl. We agreed to meet at 3 in the afternoon and it was almost 4. Actually, I didn't notice the time until I took a sip from my coffee and got confused whether I ordered it hot or iced.
Finishing my cup, I grabbed the book and went towards a gaming station not that far from where I was having my coffee. Just 10 minutes and I was there.
I hated that place. It was where guys with afrohair hung out and their eyes are all on you when you enter the place. I wasn't used to that kind of attention. The only kind of attention I was used to was the kind when you eat ice cream and it slips off from the cone and stains your clothes and everybody stares.
I slightly pushed the door and there I saw Alex, Earl's bandmate who never wears anything that is not black. He greeted me with a quick nod and motioned with his finger pointing to his side. That, of course, would mean where Earl was.
I returned his quick nod, and after a few steps, was my dear boyfriend playing counterstrike. I grabbed a chair and calmly sat beside him. I was trying to handle the situation in my most Christian-like manner.
'Oh hi there,' he said after noticing my existence, his eyes still on the monitor.
'I am breaking up with you, Earl,' I said, gently and softly. Sometimes, my mouth functions without my brain really working. The result: lousy excuses to catch attention, what else.
For a moment, he just went on with his game. Maybe he was thinking about what I said, so I sat there quietly, patiently waiting for his answer. Then he said, 'Oh you were saying something, Marcy?'
I took a deep breath, telling myself not to do something that I would just regret at the latter. I kept on reminding myself how much a PC monitor would cost these days, and breaking one was not going to be worth it.
'I said, I'm breaking up with you,' I repeated, emphasizing each and every word.
'Yes! I did it!' He suddenly stood up, shouting, that it startled me, almost falling off my seat. I just stood there struck, embarrassed by being seated beside her boyfriend who was hollering like a 6-year old. 'Man I'm good,' he kept on repeating. He meant, of course, his game.
After a minute of his triumph and an eternity of my humiliation, he found his seat again, his hand finding its way back to the mouse. He looked at my direction this time. 'Now what was it you're telling me again?'

I left Bacolod right after I graduated from college. I'm not sure how long it took Earl to graduate, or if he ever graduated at all.
Since then, I never looked at French fries the same way again.

'Good morning, Marcy,' Russel, the graphics editor of the magazine I was working on as lifestyle editor, smiled at me from the door as I entered our office.
'Don't do that,' came my prompt reply.
'Don't do what?'
'Don't smile at me.'
'Why not?'
I was walking towards my table and I was fully aware that he was tailing behind me.
'It's complicated, don't ask.'
'C'mon Mars. Why not?'
'Because,' I faced him and he was right behind me. I know Russel too much; he wouldn't give up a fight. He would bug you the whole day until he gets what he wants.
His arms folded against his chest, both of his eyebrows raised, obviously demanding for an answer.
'It's like this,' I began, grasping for the right words to say. Honestly, I didn't know where to start. 'Something bad always happen to me within the day every time you smile at me in the morning.'
'You know what, Mars, if there's just one thing good thing left in you, that would be your sarcasm,' he commented, this time, looking relaxed and calmer.
'I'm serious.'
He smiled again, this time, wider. 'Well, I guess you have no choice but to deal with those bad things that are bound to happen to you today, 'coz I'm gonna keep on smiling whether you like it or not. Ask me why?'
'Duh, because you're happy?'
'You bet I'm happy. Ask me why?'
'Okay, why?'
'Christiana is officially my girlfriend now.'
My hand, again, jerked involuntarily and knocked over a bowl of peas. I bent down, pretending to be busy picking up the pens. 'Do I know the Christiana you are talking about?'
'My god Marcy, you introduced us to each other!'
I was stunned. Slowly I got up with the box in my hand, careful not to lose my balance.
'The model?'
'Yep,' he said matter-of-factly.
The problem with Russel is, you don't know when he is serious and when he is not. For a while, I just stood there looking for some clues from his face.
He was right in front of me smiling, adjusting the thick frames of his glasses to fit the slope of his nose. I used to think that he hated humanity. He had nothing but scrutiny to say about other people. I was just surprised when I learned that he had a girlfriend before. I couldn't recall her name though. All I remember was that thick braces she wore on her teeth and that she was as pathetic as he is. A masteral-degree holder whose definition of an ideal afternoon is sitting down and watching Enrique Iglesias videos.
Anyway, he broke up with her because he hated her cooking.
'You don't believe me, do you?'
Suddenly, I was brought back to my senses. 'Of course I don't. You actually think I would buy that crap?'
'But that's the sad reality that makes me very happy, Marcy. I'm not just making things up.'
'Wake up, will you? Earth to Russel…'
'I won't force you if you don't believe me, Marcy.'
'C'mon Russel. Let's face it. Your world revolves around the camera and your computer. Christiana is different. She goes out to parties, goes out with prominent people, a celebrity. She's a beauty queen, an supermodel-'
'You're just envious.'
I paused. Me? Envious? Frankly, I was caught off-guard. 'Envious?' I echoed.
'Yes, you're envious.'
I felt awkward with my hands dangling on my sides and buried them deep in my pockets. I know I had always been good in keeping my cool, but not that time.
'Admit it, Marcy, you're envious,' he continued. 'You never had a boyfriend since that dork you that dated back in college.'
'Earl's not a dork.'
'You have to grow up. You still believe in things like destiny and soulmates? C'mon, Marcy, welcome to the real world.'
I turned my back on him and tried my best in ignoring his presence. But he followed me wherever I went. He is a nagger, but just a bit worse than my Mom. If I were to dedicate the song 'Cleaning up my closet,' I would have gladly sung the song for him.
'But on second thought, I think you should go on in believing in destiny and stuff. You know why? Because you're still single. You still don't have a boyfriend. You are still to find somebody who is equally weird and boring as you are. Eating French fries with sundae and reading marvel comics and watching anime in that age? Haha…?
Now I hope you get my point when I woke up and wished that Russel would be sick of some weird disease that would not allow him to speak for the rest of his life.

I was looking at the heavens that night while walking on a street and tried to find as many constellations as I could. As always, I would end up finding only the Big Dipper.
When I was in grade school, I wanted to be an astronomer. I was the only one in class who was able to enumerate the positioning of the planets in order. I felt so good about myself; I thought I could be like Copernicus or Ptolemy someday. When I got to high school, however, I learned that astronomy also involved math with all the calculations of the distances between heavenly bodies and stuff.
I forgot all about astronomy the next day.
My thoughts were distracted by the smell of coffee as I passed by a pool hall and café in one. Way back in college, I was addicted to coffee. But I had stopped drinking coffee because it kind of reminds me of the day when I broke up with Earl. I was reading a book while drinking coffee before that.
Usually, I would just ignore the smell of it no matter how inviting and go my way. But not this time. I figured maybe Russel was right. Maybe I have to move on and grow up and accept the truth that yes, destiny and soulmates are childish games.
I went inside the place. It had been years since college and to actually give in to the smell of coffee was overwhelming.
I settled in a seat fronting the pool hall as I waited for my coffee.
'Marcy, is that you?'
I looked up, recognizing the voice. I knew the voice. But somehow, I refused to reconcile the voice with the face. Things have been very complicated since I woke up that morning.
It was the same hypnotic eyes I used to love back in college. Only, the hair had been a bit neater this time. Straight and long that reached his jaws, but still looking cool with it. He was standing in front of me holding a cue stick on one hand.
'Marcy?'
'Earl?' I asked back. He seemed so true. I wanted to tell him how much I missed him and touch him to check if he was true, but I was scared that he would vanish and end up just another dream.
'How are you doing, Marcy?' He asked again and sat beside me.
'Good,' was my idiotic reply.
Just then, my coffee arrived. 'You're still into coffee, huh?'
'No,' I said, feeling my heart beating faster. 'I actually quit coffee after…' I paused. Good thing I did. Had I not, what was I going to say, that I quit drinking coffee because I felt so stupid about myself that I broke up with him?
'After…'
'After the World Trade Tragedy.' Now that, doesn't even qualify as a statement. It was a really lousy excuse. As I've said, there are times when my mouth functions without really my brain working.
My heart was still beating fast. Bad sign. I had been branded for always screwing up in speech when I'm nervous.
His eyebrows arched. I knew he couldn't make the connection.
'Well you know,' I tried explaining. 'The shots taken were really horrible. It made me awake, nights after the tragedy. I had to quit drinking coffee just for me to regain my normal sleeping routine,' I quickly took a sip from my coffee and hoped that it would work.
He nodded.
'So, you're here in Manila now?' I said, hoping that the topic would change.
'Yeah, actually, we're going to make a demo for a recording company.'
'Oh. So you're gonna be a recording artist soon?'
'Well, I'm hoping.'
'Still into reggae huh?'
'Yeah,' I agreed. 'Never changes…'
For a moment, we just sat there, saying nothing. It was like, I was dreaming all along. He's still the Earl I know. He may not be as gorgeous as Brandon Boyd, but he is Earl. The guy I used to like back in college.
At that moment, I wished I had already broken all the alarm clocks at home.
'So, I guess you're missing your turn,' I commented, noticing his cue stick.
'Yeah,' he replied. He stood up, quite hesitantly.
I never really wanted him to leave yet. I felt like there were a lot of things I wanted to catch up with him. Talk about things back then an prove Russel wrong about destiny, soulmates and stuff.
'Uhm,' he mumbled as he took a few steps away from me. 'Do you still like French fries?' I was just wondering if you still wanna have one with me.'
Clint Eastwood was playing in the background and it reminded me of college all over again. Things are starting to come back to me now. Maybe I could outdo the things that I did back in college.
Maybe, this time would be different.
'Sure,' I smiled.

[dairyman]

istorya ta sa atong mga love story... unahe ninyo b...

[Maverick18]

ikaw lng sa una k ikaw man sad nibuhat ani nga thread n shy pmn ko.

[clarkhkent]

bitaw lady's first....second boys!

[greystoke]

if u can make one...
well pwede ra nimo ni gamiton na link
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[greystoke]

my love story: Love Story



One morena summer day at cebu you see the most beautiful creature you have ever seen. Their name is krin kring , and every move she makes just turns you on more and more. You nudge your best friend kenneth and say, "Wow, that has to be the most cute body I have ever seen." Suddenly, she looks in your direction and starts walking right towards you!!! she says, "I noticed you staring at me from over there. I just had to tell you, that I think you are so smiling , and was wondering if you'd like to go to talisay with me and playing guitar ?" With a stupid smile on your face you say, " im sorry for everything ive donw..we have so nuch fun together but then it turn out to be a choatic day...ill be loving u and keeping you in my heart always...i love u kring " and go with them. When you finally get to talisay , she moves closer to you, and gives you the biggest kiss ever. The two of you are passionately kissing, when you feel a :P hit you on the back of the head. You open your eyes to find out it's all a dream, but there is a note left next to your bed.