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i found this story from my other online diary site. this is a entry by this guy who used to go to my highschool who was a few years older. he's the kinda wierd kid in school.. kinda unfortunate looking... and would always go for the super hot girls! go figure. well anyway. he would write very entertaining entries. i thought i would share. this is him being totally serious by the way. he's a terrible romantic. he thinks he's suave. you can decide for yourself...
Thursday, March 10, 2005
let me tell you a story...
It was a cold evening in December...n yet i was wearing my black Latitude jacket that provided little protection. I had yelled at my mom's bf that very same night cuz he almost crashed into the car ahead of us. My life was such a wreck by then...No gf in the middle of the holidays...how sad was that?
While i sat in the car on the way to this Filipino shindig, i begin to recall all the crushes i've ever had...i counted up to 20...every single one shot me down...hmph so much for finding true love i said. What are the chances of ever finding love in the first place if girls hate me so much?
I get to this shindig with a frown on my face, knowing i was only here for the food. It's good enough that my friend managed to hang out with me, at least we can both reminisce at are failing love lives. Then I see her...a warm feeling rushes over me...but it was an all too familiar feeling and like many, i brushed it off.
But i had to do something, to let her know i felt something when i saw her walk through that door, something that felt similar yet different. I quickly run downstairs, finding a hershey bar as quick as i can. I trick my friend into helping me make the most unselfish yet meaningful thing a guy can give...a gold paper rose...
I made up the idea after eating a caramilk bar, wondering if it was a clever thing to make the paper roses to smell like real roses. Then it hit me, what's more romantic than the smell of chocolate? sweet n innocent, it was the perfect combination.
I made about three that night, they were the crappiest stems ever...i was worried the rose might fall off...but as luck will have it, it didn't, like me it stayed strong n that night i knew my love was strong.
But as i run to the room...she was gone...again my one chance in life, lost by the lateness of that night...but no...i couldn't accept defeat...
I ran downstairs, no sign of her in the lobby...this can't be i tell myself...i saw her only a minute ago...she can't be that far...i run outside into the brisk night air...and lo n behold there she was...she wore black high heels n she was draped in a big black fur coat...sure i hoped it was fake but still, this is about her:P
but i wasn't sure...the adrenaline was pumping inside my body...n the worst idea pops into my mind. What if i run by her then look back to see if it is her...so that's what i did...funny how she recalls it though, she thought i was cute:)
i turn around and present to her a gold rose, the only image of love i can produce in 10minutes from a hershey candy bar wrapper. Her expression was one for the memory files. Her smile...her smile was what drew away the cold that night...what's better was her hug, in addition to her fur coat, i could have stayed there in her arms all night...then she was gone...
it's just another memory i thought...but it's a memory that will live...forever...
Thursday, March 10, 2005
let me tell you a story...
It was a cold evening in December...n yet i was wearing my black Latitude jacket that provided little protection. I had yelled at my mom's bf that very same night cuz he almost crashed into the car ahead of us. My life was such a wreck by then...No gf in the middle of the holidays...how sad was that?
While i sat in the car on the way to this Filipino shindig, i begin to recall all the crushes i've ever had...i counted up to 20...every single one shot me down...hmph so much for finding true love i said. What are the chances of ever finding love in the first place if girls hate me so much?
I get to this shindig with a frown on my face, knowing i was only here for the food. It's good enough that my friend managed to hang out with me, at least we can both reminisce at are failing love lives. Then I see her...a warm feeling rushes over me...but it was an all too familiar feeling and like many, i brushed it off.
But i had to do something, to let her know i felt something when i saw her walk through that door, something that felt similar yet different. I quickly run downstairs, finding a hershey bar as quick as i can. I trick my friend into helping me make the most unselfish yet meaningful thing a guy can give...a gold paper rose...
I made up the idea after eating a caramilk bar, wondering if it was a clever thing to make the paper roses to smell like real roses. Then it hit me, what's more romantic than the smell of chocolate? sweet n innocent, it was the perfect combination.
I made about three that night, they were the crappiest stems ever...i was worried the rose might fall off...but as luck will have it, it didn't, like me it stayed strong n that night i knew my love was strong.
But as i run to the room...she was gone...again my one chance in life, lost by the lateness of that night...but no...i couldn't accept defeat...
I ran downstairs, no sign of her in the lobby...this can't be i tell myself...i saw her only a minute ago...she can't be that far...i run outside into the brisk night air...and lo n behold there she was...she wore black high heels n she was draped in a big black fur coat...sure i hoped it was fake but still, this is about her:P
but i wasn't sure...the adrenaline was pumping inside my body...n the worst idea pops into my mind. What if i run by her then look back to see if it is her...so that's what i did...funny how she recalls it though, she thought i was cute:)
i turn around and present to her a gold rose, the only image of love i can produce in 10minutes from a hershey candy bar wrapper. Her expression was one for the memory files. Her smile...her smile was what drew away the cold that night...what's better was her hug, in addition to her fur coat, i could have stayed there in her arms all night...then she was gone...
it's just another memory i thought...but it's a memory that will live...forever...