The sweetest things....

Philippine Daily Inquirer
First Posted 23:46:00 02/10/2009

V-day gives us a good excuse to be sweet but corny. Here are the sweetest things celebs have experienced in the name of l’amour. Happy Hearts and No More Hurts Day!

Ogie Alcasid: “The sweetest thing I did for love is to publicly proclaim my love for my Regine and the sweetest thing she did was to proclaim she loves me, too.”

Angel Aquino: “My BF Lui invited me to his place and made me watch TV till I fell asleep. When I woke up, the house was dark with tea lights everywhere. A dinner table for two was set up and food Lui himself cooked was served.”

Baron Geisler: “I gave my girl bananas and told her I’m going bananas over her. I gave her peanut butter and told her I’m nuts about her. She surprised me and brought me my fave sinigang na lobster.”

Rufa Mae Quinto: “A former lover made a home-cooked dinner complete with petals of red roses and candles on the table.”

Diether Ocampo: “She took her days off even if she was badly needed at work so she could stay with me.”

Christian Bautista: “I bought Flat Tops chocolates in a sari-sari store and brought it to my girl’s place even if a signal No. 2 typhoon was raging. In return, she brought me strawberries even if they were out of season.”

Rachel Alejandro: “After a V-day concert in Shang hotel, I was surprised to enter my room and see that my BF had put rose petals all over, champagne in a bucket and a stuff toy on the bed.”

Mark Herras: “I filled my GF’s house with flowers. She took good care of me when I was sick. Daig ko pa ang may personal nurse!”

Cristine Reyes: “An ex watched over me while I was confined in a hospital until I was recovering na at home.”

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