Val and Tina and two other stories

First disclaimer: The following stories may not be suitable to young audiences. Parental guidance is advised.

Second disclaimer: The stories depicted in this post are fictitious and not true. Any resemblance or similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.


Lame Val and blind Tina

That's what you call love. Both goodlooking. She is blind, he is lame. And everybody thought they're made in heaven. And on the night they were married, although it was raining, some claim they saw glints of stars in the sky. Ironically, everybody thought the marriage will not last: she is blind, he is lame, remember?

And because she is blind and he is lame, they had difficulties making through life. Val never had worked, he is lame, remember? Tina did all that has to be done to make both ends meet. After all, she's only blind but she's capable. Everybody thought the marriage will not last; it did for the next seven years.

But miracles do happen. One day, Val is no lame anymore. He found a job that could now support his family; and not just a job he took. He also took another wife.

And Tina can finally see. She is no longer blind to what's happening around her. And the irony of it is that there was no longer love between them. They loved each other despite he being lame and she being blind. And when their circumstances changed, so does their love for each other.

There were glints of stars in the sky that night Val and Tina parted ways.

Three Madonna

She carried her in her womb alone and sorry, for Madonna got pregnant out of a night's drinking binge. Although she had an idea who the father was, she can't run after him because he's married. And so she had to travel that lonesome, difficult journey of single motherhood, alone.

Madonna's daughter grew up beautiful and loving. Madonna gave her her namesake too, in fact. And everybody's against it because they were afraid that Madonna, the child, would grow up like Madonna, the mother. The irony of life is she did. Madonna, the child, grew up like Madonna, the mother: with unknown pregnancy at a very young age. In her deathbed, Madonna, the mother, felt sorry for naming her daughter after her. She thought her daughter's life would have been better had she named her Susan or Maria or Monica.

What Madonna, the mother, didn't know was that Madonna, her child, named the newborn as another Madonna. And everybody thought the same cycle of sorry and sorrowful life would continue. They were wrong. Madonna, the mother, promised herself that her Madonna will not live like her. And so she toiled day and night, ensuring that her Madonna gets the best education. In the end, Madonna, her child, grew to become a successful hairdresser.

Madonna, who was once a daughter to a mother named Madonna, in her death bed, smiled and said: I'm glad I named her after her grandmother.

Perfecto

The only thing that's perfect about him is his name. Everything else seemed out of place. He is cross-eyed. His left foot is shorter than his right. He stutters when he speaks and drools all the time. But, as his father always proudly exclaims, he is the most intelligent among the kids. He could read at three, could do Math at six, and was considered a computer whiz at 12. At 20, he was already a millionaire. He still stutters and he is still cross-eyed and everybody wonders why, with his money, he still hasn't considered an operation to improve his look.

Perfector said: I was extraordinarily loved by my family because of how I looked. They thought I was the most vulnerable. All my life, I get this feeling that everybody around me seemed to be proud of my achievements; everybody seemed to be prodding me to strive harder like it's their own battle that I'm fighting for. All because I don't look threatening.

He stuttered a lot on his wedding vows. No one seemed to mind though. Every mothers thought they were seeing their own son get married.

It's Valentine. This is the saccharine-iest I can get. Sorry.

6 Responses

  1. NJ Abad says:

    What a great Valentines treat! This blog's incredibly a display of an inherent flow of a literary depot.

    Your valentine blog special may not be the "saccharine-iest", to borrow your word, but is indeed what valentines should be throughout the rest of the year.

    Looks like love's captured here by a Nikon SLR cam.

    Cheers and have a saccharine celebration of the day!

  2. Ken says:

    nebz, touchy yung story ni val at tina...

    happy hearts days sau.

    and thank you so much for displaying the KABLOGS banner sa sidebar mo.

  3. yAnaH says:

    the only constant thing in this world is CHANGE...

  4. yAnaH says:

    the only constant thing in this world is CHANGE...

  5. madjik says:

    hava saccharine-iest valentines at that side of the desert!!

    :p

  6. RJ says:

    Three meaningful stories, three thumbs up! Whew!

    Happy Valentine's Day! U

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