A poor boy loved a rich girl.
One day the boy proposed her.
Then the girl said, "listen! your monthly salary is my daily hand expenses.
Should I be involved with you? How could you thought that? I will never love you.
So, forget me 'n get engaged with someone else of your level."
But somehow the boy could not forget her so easily.
10 years later. One day they became face to face in a shopping center.
The lady said, "Hey! you! How are you? Now I'm married. Do you know how much is my husband's salary?
Rs. 2 lac per month! Can you imagine? and he is also very smart."
The guy's eyes got wet with tear by hearing those words.
After few minutes her husband came before the lady could say something to the guy,
her husband started to say by seeing the guy.
"Sir! You here? Meet my wife."
Then he said to her wife, "I'm going to assist a project of sir,
which is of Rs. 200 crore. and do u know a fact? Sir loved a girl but he didn't get her.
That's why still he is unmarried. How much lucky the girl was. Isn't it?
Now a days who can love like that way?"
Moral: Life is not so short. So, don't be so proud of yourself and damn others. ..
Situations change with time. Every one should respect other's love...
Showing posts with label Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stories. Show all posts
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Stories #7
LOVE STORY #2
Boy: I think I like you
Girl: You think? I think you must be mistaken.
Boy: no, I like you.
Girl: I don’t think you like me... I think you like the company. I think you like the conversations we have.
I think you like that someone listens... You like the feeling that someone is always there for you.
But should you remove me from the equation and place someone else in my spot, you would feel the same way.
So you see, you like the feeling but not ME.
Boy: Please don’t tell me what I feel. I like you…in fact,I love you.
Girl: Would you do me a favour?
Boy: Anything
Girl: I want you to close your eyes and imagine the following......
Imagine yourself in 10 years... I want you to imagine how you look in 10 years.
What kind of clothes will you wear... I want you to imagine where you will be working in 10 years.
I want you to imagine your family and how they look.
I want you to imagine your future car.
I want you to imagine your kids on a Saturday afternoon as they play in the backyard.
I want you to imagine their first bike ride.
I want you to get it all in there.
Imagine your house, furniture, everything.
I want you to imagine your life.
Okay can you see it all in front of you?
Boy: yeah, I see it.
Girl: Now, did you see me anywhere in there?
Boy: yes I did.
Girl: and where would that be?
Boy: Well, obviously you were right there with the kids… after all you are their mother!!!!
Girl: (long pause) I love you too.
Boy: I think I like you
Girl: You think? I think you must be mistaken.
Boy: no, I like you.
Girl: I don’t think you like me... I think you like the company. I think you like the conversations we have.
I think you like that someone listens... You like the feeling that someone is always there for you.
But should you remove me from the equation and place someone else in my spot, you would feel the same way.
So you see, you like the feeling but not ME.
Boy: Please don’t tell me what I feel. I like you…in fact,I love you.
Girl: Would you do me a favour?
Boy: Anything
Girl: I want you to close your eyes and imagine the following......
Imagine yourself in 10 years... I want you to imagine how you look in 10 years.
What kind of clothes will you wear... I want you to imagine where you will be working in 10 years.
I want you to imagine your family and how they look.
I want you to imagine your future car.
I want you to imagine your kids on a Saturday afternoon as they play in the backyard.
I want you to imagine their first bike ride.
I want you to get it all in there.
Imagine your house, furniture, everything.
I want you to imagine your life.
Okay can you see it all in front of you?
Boy: yeah, I see it.
Girl: Now, did you see me anywhere in there?
Boy: yes I did.
Girl: and where would that be?
Boy: Well, obviously you were right there with the kids… after all you are their mother!!!!
Girl: (long pause) I love you too.
Friday, August 23, 2013
Stories #6
Can you beat this logic?
A man and his wife were getting a divorce at a local court.
But the custody of their children posed a problem.
The mother jumped to her feet and protested to the judge that since she
had brought the Children into this world, she should retain Custody of them.
The man also wanted custody of his children.
The judge asked for his side of the story too.
After a long moment of silence, the man rose from the chair and replied:
"Judge, when I put a dollar into a vending machine, and a Pepsi comes out,
does the Pepsi belong to me or to the machine?"
Don't laugh, but the man won.
A man and his wife were getting a divorce at a local court.
But the custody of their children posed a problem.
The mother jumped to her feet and protested to the judge that since she
had brought the Children into this world, she should retain Custody of them.
The man also wanted custody of his children.
The judge asked for his side of the story too.
After a long moment of silence, the man rose from the chair and replied:
"Judge, when I put a dollar into a vending machine, and a Pepsi comes out,
does the Pepsi belong to me or to the machine?"
Don't laugh, but the man won.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Stories #5
GIRl: I miss you.
BOy: And so?
GIRl: I really did..
BOy: oK..
GIRl: I’m sorry..
BOy: What for?
GIRl: For ignoring your efforts to communicate with me..
BOy: Its OK. I got used to it, then I got tired, so I stopped trying and started forgetting.
GIRl: I…tried to forget about you, you see.
BOy: .......
GIRl: Cause it tore me apart that we can never be…
BOy: its OK.
GIRl: Why is it so OK?
BOy: I got used to days hoping you’d be back, but then you never did.. I started facing reality, and started to get a move on..
GIRl: Wait…am I too late?
BOy: Too late for what?
GIRl: To court you?
BOy: You know, I’ve always wanted to hear that from you. Back then, a years ago..
But…I got used to only wishing for it..then realized it would never happen, so I stopped hoping.
GIRl: I’m really sorry, but dont worry, this time, I will make your wishes come true..
BOY: Thats not possible.. I have got someone in ma life...
GIRl: Its great for you.. Who is she? When I'll meet her?
BOY: She doesn't want to meet you any day..
GIRL:Why? What I have done to her?
BOY: (slowly replied)-She just don't wanna meet the one who did hurt me the most..
Its my turn to say sorry.. Time got into me. You’ve broken my heart already. I cant risk experiencing that again.
Thank you anyway.. For communicating with me after a years of silence ..
She kept her head down and went silently..
After she left The boy took out her picture kept in his wallet
Some tears rolled down when he whispered -'Its still you'..... ;(
BOy: And so?
GIRl: I really did..
BOy: oK..
GIRl: I’m sorry..
BOy: What for?
GIRl: For ignoring your efforts to communicate with me..
BOy: Its OK. I got used to it, then I got tired, so I stopped trying and started forgetting.
GIRl: I…tried to forget about you, you see.
BOy: .......
GIRl: Cause it tore me apart that we can never be…
BOy: its OK.
GIRl: Why is it so OK?
BOy: I got used to days hoping you’d be back, but then you never did.. I started facing reality, and started to get a move on..
GIRl: Wait…am I too late?
BOy: Too late for what?
GIRl: To court you?
BOy: You know, I’ve always wanted to hear that from you. Back then, a years ago..
But…I got used to only wishing for it..then realized it would never happen, so I stopped hoping.
GIRl: I’m really sorry, but dont worry, this time, I will make your wishes come true..
BOY: Thats not possible.. I have got someone in ma life...
GIRl: Its great for you.. Who is she? When I'll meet her?
BOY: She doesn't want to meet you any day..
GIRL:Why? What I have done to her?
BOY: (slowly replied)-She just don't wanna meet the one who did hurt me the most..
Its my turn to say sorry.. Time got into me. You’ve broken my heart already. I cant risk experiencing that again.
Thank you anyway.. For communicating with me after a years of silence ..
She kept her head down and went silently..
After she left The boy took out her picture kept in his wallet
Some tears rolled down when he whispered -'Its still you'..... ;(
Stories #4
My Child,
When I grow old, I hope you understand and have patience with me.
In case, i break a plate, or spill soup on the table because I’m losing my eye sight.
I hope you don’t yell at me.
Older people are sensitive , always having self-pity when you yell.
When my hearing gets worse and I can’t hear, what you’re saying.
I hope you don’t call me, “Deaf.”
Please repeat what you said, or write it down.
I’m sorry, my child.
I’m getting older.
When my knees get weaker, I hope you have the patience to help me get up.
Like how I used to help you while you were little, learning to walk.
Please bear with me.
When I keep repeating myself like a broken record,
I hope you just keep listening to me.
Please don’t make fun of me or, get sick of listening to me.
Do you remember when you were little and wanted a balloon?
You repeated yourself over and over, until you got what you wanted.
Please also pardon my smell.
I smell like an old person.
Please don’t force me to shower. My body is weak. Old people get sick easily when they’re cold.
I hope I don’t gross you out.
Do you remember, when you were little?
I used to chase you around because you didn’t want to shower.
I hope you can be patient with me, when I’m always cranky. Its all part of getting old.
You’ll understand when you’re older and if you have spare time, I hope we can talk, even for a few minutes.
I’m always by myself all the time, and have no one to talk to.
I know you’re busy with work.
Even if you’re not interested with my stories, please have time for me.
Do you remember, when you were little?
I used to listen to your stories about your teddy bear.
When the time comes and I get bedridden, I hope you have the patience to take care of me.
I’m sorry.
If I wet the bed or make a mess
I hope you have the patience to take care of me during the last few moments of my life.
I’m not going to last much longer, anyway when the time of my death comes, “I hope you hold my hand and give me the strength to face death and don’t worry.
When I finally meet our Creator..
I’ll whisper in His ear to bless you because you loved your mom and dad.
Thank you so much for your
We love you
With much love
Mom & Dad
When I grow old, I hope you understand and have patience with me.
In case, i break a plate, or spill soup on the table because I’m losing my eye sight.
I hope you don’t yell at me.
Older people are sensitive , always having self-pity when you yell.
When my hearing gets worse and I can’t hear, what you’re saying.
I hope you don’t call me, “Deaf.”
Please repeat what you said, or write it down.
I’m sorry, my child.
I’m getting older.
When my knees get weaker, I hope you have the patience to help me get up.
Like how I used to help you while you were little, learning to walk.
Please bear with me.
When I keep repeating myself like a broken record,
I hope you just keep listening to me.
Please don’t make fun of me or, get sick of listening to me.
Do you remember when you were little and wanted a balloon?
You repeated yourself over and over, until you got what you wanted.
Please also pardon my smell.
I smell like an old person.
Please don’t force me to shower. My body is weak. Old people get sick easily when they’re cold.
I hope I don’t gross you out.
Do you remember, when you were little?
I used to chase you around because you didn’t want to shower.
I hope you can be patient with me, when I’m always cranky. Its all part of getting old.
You’ll understand when you’re older and if you have spare time, I hope we can talk, even for a few minutes.
I’m always by myself all the time, and have no one to talk to.
I know you’re busy with work.
Even if you’re not interested with my stories, please have time for me.
Do you remember, when you were little?
I used to listen to your stories about your teddy bear.
When the time comes and I get bedridden, I hope you have the patience to take care of me.
I’m sorry.
If I wet the bed or make a mess
I hope you have the patience to take care of me during the last few moments of my life.
I’m not going to last much longer, anyway when the time of my death comes, “I hope you hold my hand and give me the strength to face death and don’t worry.
When I finally meet our Creator..
I’ll whisper in His ear to bless you because you loved your mom and dad.
Thank you so much for your
We love you
With much love
Mom & Dad
Stories #3
My mom only had one eye. I hated her… She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family.
There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed.
How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, “EEEE, your mom only has one eye!”
I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, “If you’re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don’t you just die?”
My mom did not respond… I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings.
I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.
Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t even meet her grandchildren.
When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, “How dare you come to my house and scare my children! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!”
And to this, my mother quietly answered, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address.” – and she disappeared out of sight.
One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.
My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.
“My dearest son,
I think of you all the time. I’m sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.
I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I’m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.
You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine.
I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.
With all my love to you,
Your mother.”
There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed.
How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, “EEEE, your mom only has one eye!”
I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, “If you’re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don’t you just die?”
My mom did not respond… I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings.
I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.
Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t even meet her grandchildren.
When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, “How dare you come to my house and scare my children! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!”
And to this, my mother quietly answered, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address.” – and she disappeared out of sight.
One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.
My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.
“My dearest son,
I think of you all the time. I’m sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.
I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I’m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.
You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine.
I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.
With all my love to you,
Your mother.”
Monday, August 12, 2013
Stories #2
Lady: Why do you like me..?
Why do you love me?
Man: I can't tell the reason.. but I really like you..
Lady: You can't even tell me the reason...
How can you say you like me?
How can you say you love me?
Man: I really don't know the reason,
but I can prove that I love you.
Lady: Proof? No! I want you to tell me the
reason. My friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you!
Man: Ok ok!!! Erm... because you're beautiful,
because your voice is sweet,
because you are caring,
because you are loving,
because you are thoughtful,
because of your smile,
because of your every movements..
Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met
an accident and became a vegetable.
The Guy then placed a letter by her side,
and here is the content:
Dearest,
Because of your sweet voice that I love you...
Now can you talk? No!
Therefore I cannot love you.
Because of your care and concern that I like
you.. Now that you cannot show them,
therefore I cannot love you.
Because of your smile, because of your every
movements that I love you..
Now can you smile? Now can you move?
No, therefore I cannot love you...
If love needs a reason, like now, there is no
reason for me to love you anymore.
But does love need a reason?
I still love you... Because love doesn't need one.
Why do you love me?
Man: I can't tell the reason.. but I really like you..
Lady: You can't even tell me the reason...
How can you say you like me?
How can you say you love me?
Man: I really don't know the reason,
but I can prove that I love you.
Lady: Proof? No! I want you to tell me the
reason. My friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you!
Man: Ok ok!!! Erm... because you're beautiful,
because your voice is sweet,
because you are caring,
because you are loving,
because you are thoughtful,
because of your smile,
because of your every movements..
Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met
an accident and became a vegetable.
The Guy then placed a letter by her side,
and here is the content:
Dearest,
Because of your sweet voice that I love you...
Now can you talk? No!
Therefore I cannot love you.
Because of your care and concern that I like
you.. Now that you cannot show them,
therefore I cannot love you.
Because of your smile, because of your every
movements that I love you..
Now can you smile? Now can you move?
No, therefore I cannot love you...
If love needs a reason, like now, there is no
reason for me to love you anymore.
But does love need a reason?
I still love you... Because love doesn't need one.
Stories #1
Para sa mga taong nanliligaw, nagbabalak manligaw, nililigawan, naliligaw, nag-iintay maligawan at nagbabalak lumagay sa magulo..........
ang love ay hindi minamadali...
hindi pinipilit..
at lalong hindi kina-career...aray ko
unang-una...
PAANO MO BA NASABING MAHAL MO NA SIYA???...
dahil ba natutuwa ka sa kanya???...
o kaya naman naaaliw ka???...
naswee-sweetan ka ba ng sobra sa kanya???...
kinikilig ka ba pag nakikita mo siya???...
at nahi-high kapag naririnig mo na ang boses niya???...
eh teka muna...
baka naman infatuated ka lang....
o kaya naman kagaya nga ng sagot mo...
BAKA naaaliw ka lang...
dahil kakaiba siya...
may spark na hindi mo maintindihan...
tsk!!!...
ang saklap nyan!...
pangalawa...
GAANO MO NA BA SIYA KAKILALA???...
madali ba siyang mapikon???...
pano ba siya mabadtrip???...
madali bang mahalata na may topak siya???...
ano bang suot niya pag nasa bahay siya???...
shorts ba o pantalon???...
nakasando ba siya o naka-t-shirt lang???...
matagal ba siyang maligo???....
kumakain ba siya ng vegetables???...
tamad ba siya???...
mas gusto ba niyang manood ng tv kaysa
magbasa ng libro???...
nagpe-play station ba siya???...
tatlo ba ang pamangkin niyang lalaki???...
makukulit ba yung mga kamag-anak niya???...
green ba ang kulay ng gate ng bahay nila???...
sa village ba siya nakatira???...
may sakayan ba ng jeep na malapit sa kanila???...
nagsisimba ba siya linggo-linggo???...
kasama ba yung pamilya niya???...
at nagdadasal ba siya bago matulog???...
in short...
alam mo na nga ba???...
ang mga bagay-bagay...
ang mga simpleng bagay tungkol sa kanya...
na nagdedetermine ng sarili niya...
as in kung sino ba talaga SIYA...
pangatlo...
KAYA MO BA SIYANG TANGGAPIN???...
as in TANGGAPIN ng buong-buo...
sa lahat ng trip niya sa buhay...
sa lahat ng katopakan niya...
sa lahat ng pag-iinarte at pag-dadrama niya...
sa lahat ng kasalanang nagawa, ginawa, at gagawin pa lang niya...
sa lahat ng naiisip niya...
sa lahat ng sasabihin niya...
sa kilos niya...
sa pananami pa pala niya...
sa pagsasalita...
sa pananaw niya sa buhay...
sa pagtrato niya sa tao...
sa lifestyle niya...
sa uri ng pamilyang meron siya...
sa uri ng kaibigang kasa-kasama niya...
sa style niya pagdating sa love...
sa kasweetan niyang natural...
sa paglalambing niya...
sa tawa niyang pagkalakas-lakas...
sa manners niya...
sa bisyo niya kung meron man...
sa mga pang-aasar niya sayo...
sa style niya pagdating sa pagsolve ng
problema...
sa problemang maaari ka ring masama...
pang-apat...
KAYA MO BANG MAGING TOTOO???...
kaya mo bang makita yung sarili mo...
na kasama pa rin siya ha...
sa isang sitwasyong pag naisip mo eh...
mapapaiyak ka na lang sa sakit...
nang dahil din sa kanya???...
kaya mo bang magmukhang tanga...
as in umiyak ng dahil sa kababawan...
ibuhos ang mga nararamdaman mo...
kahit na puro kababawan nga lang naman...
as in kahit sa harapan niya???...
kaya mo bang maging barubal pag kasama mo siya???...
yung tipo bang wala ka ng pakielam...
mawala man ang manners mo...
na wala ka naman talaga...
in short...
KAYA MO BANG MAGING IKAW KAPAG KASAMA MO NA SIYA???...
yung tipong hindi ka nahihiyang ipakita kung sino ka talaga...
dahil alam mong...
HINDI MO LANG SIYA TANGGAP...
TANGGAP KA RIN NIYA...
BUONG-BUO RIN...
MGA TAO!!!...
tama na kasi ang trip...
tama na ang pagmamadali...
oo masarap ngang mainvolve sa isang tao...
pero diba mas masarap yun...
LALO NA KUNG ALAM MONG TOTOO YUNG NARARAMDAMAN MO
ang love ay hindi minamadali...
hindi pinipilit..
at lalong hindi kina-career...aray ko
unang-una...
PAANO MO BA NASABING MAHAL MO NA SIYA???...
dahil ba natutuwa ka sa kanya???...
o kaya naman naaaliw ka???...
naswee-sweetan ka ba ng sobra sa kanya???...
kinikilig ka ba pag nakikita mo siya???...
at nahi-high kapag naririnig mo na ang boses niya???...
eh teka muna...
baka naman infatuated ka lang....
o kaya naman kagaya nga ng sagot mo...
BAKA naaaliw ka lang...
dahil kakaiba siya...
may spark na hindi mo maintindihan...
tsk!!!...
ang saklap nyan!...
pangalawa...
GAANO MO NA BA SIYA KAKILALA???...
madali ba siyang mapikon???...
pano ba siya mabadtrip???...
madali bang mahalata na may topak siya???...
ano bang suot niya pag nasa bahay siya???...
shorts ba o pantalon???...
nakasando ba siya o naka-t-shirt lang???...
matagal ba siyang maligo???....
kumakain ba siya ng vegetables???...
tamad ba siya???...
mas gusto ba niyang manood ng tv kaysa
magbasa ng libro???...
nagpe-play station ba siya???...
tatlo ba ang pamangkin niyang lalaki???...
makukulit ba yung mga kamag-anak niya???...
green ba ang kulay ng gate ng bahay nila???...
sa village ba siya nakatira???...
may sakayan ba ng jeep na malapit sa kanila???...
nagsisimba ba siya linggo-linggo???...
kasama ba yung pamilya niya???...
at nagdadasal ba siya bago matulog???...
in short...
alam mo na nga ba???...
ang mga bagay-bagay...
ang mga simpleng bagay tungkol sa kanya...
na nagdedetermine ng sarili niya...
as in kung sino ba talaga SIYA...
pangatlo...
KAYA MO BA SIYANG TANGGAPIN???...
as in TANGGAPIN ng buong-buo...
sa lahat ng trip niya sa buhay...
sa lahat ng katopakan niya...
sa lahat ng pag-iinarte at pag-dadrama niya...
sa lahat ng kasalanang nagawa, ginawa, at gagawin pa lang niya...
sa lahat ng naiisip niya...
sa lahat ng sasabihin niya...
sa kilos niya...
sa pananami pa pala niya...
sa pagsasalita...
sa pananaw niya sa buhay...
sa pagtrato niya sa tao...
sa lifestyle niya...
sa uri ng pamilyang meron siya...
sa uri ng kaibigang kasa-kasama niya...
sa style niya pagdating sa love...
sa kasweetan niyang natural...
sa paglalambing niya...
sa tawa niyang pagkalakas-lakas...
sa manners niya...
sa bisyo niya kung meron man...
sa mga pang-aasar niya sayo...
sa style niya pagdating sa pagsolve ng
problema...
sa problemang maaari ka ring masama...
pang-apat...
KAYA MO BANG MAGING TOTOO???...
kaya mo bang makita yung sarili mo...
na kasama pa rin siya ha...
sa isang sitwasyong pag naisip mo eh...
mapapaiyak ka na lang sa sakit...
nang dahil din sa kanya???...
kaya mo bang magmukhang tanga...
as in umiyak ng dahil sa kababawan...
ibuhos ang mga nararamdaman mo...
kahit na puro kababawan nga lang naman...
as in kahit sa harapan niya???...
kaya mo bang maging barubal pag kasama mo siya???...
yung tipo bang wala ka ng pakielam...
mawala man ang manners mo...
na wala ka naman talaga...
in short...
KAYA MO BANG MAGING IKAW KAPAG KASAMA MO NA SIYA???...
yung tipong hindi ka nahihiyang ipakita kung sino ka talaga...
dahil alam mong...
HINDI MO LANG SIYA TANGGAP...
TANGGAP KA RIN NIYA...
BUONG-BUO RIN...
MGA TAO!!!...
tama na kasi ang trip...
tama na ang pagmamadali...
oo masarap ngang mainvolve sa isang tao...
pero diba mas masarap yun...
LALO NA KUNG ALAM MONG TOTOO YUNG NARARAMDAMAN MO
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