Praying for the Best

I could still remember the moment I decided to add him as a friend on Facebook.

We have a lot of friends in common. Other than that, I knew him way back in college. 

He’s a member of a famous group during our time. haha 

He never changed. I mean the way he looks, it’s just that he’s a grown up man now.

All I know about him is his name. Just that. 

I am a regular visitor of his page. Looking at his photos. Liking his posts of mostly quotations about life and love.

But it’s just that. He never say a word or anything from the day he accepted my request.

After a while, was so surprised that a message popped out of my Facebook page. From him. Asking me if we have met or if he knew me. (Torn. Thought that he doesn’t want me to be on his list).

Told him that I knew him and that he definitely didn’t know me. (I am a nobody as compared to him-being a member of a known group in the campus).

Chat for a while.. He asked for my number (haha! kilig factor to the max).. Call. Text.. One thing led to another. Later I woke up being in a relationship with him. 

For the past 5years of my life, I have been in and out of relationships. Well, actually I just had 3 relationships after Zei. There were flings and plainly dating stuffs, but nothing serious.

For a while I decided not to have a commitment and just enjoy life being a single parent. Was somehow “traumatized” from the previous one I had (A total dickhead who wasted my time. LOSER BIGTIME!)

But then, I don’t know why for some reason I accepted Mharn’s offer. I am taking the risk again. Hopefully this time it’ll work out. Praying that God will continue to guide us both as we walk the journey of life as a couple.

I am not having the worries this time. He’s from my place, certified single. If ever he’ll do something bad, I’ll eventually know it soon enough. hahaha (Well, I know he won’t. I trust him.)

It’s about time to be happy in love. I feel secure with his love. Just praying for the best.

 

 

It's Been a While

I have missed a lot of blog posts due to work. From 40hours/week now I am working 60hours/week. Thank God for all the wonderful blessings.

2011 is not so great a year for me, but still I am thankful for so many changes and challenges happened that year. It made me stronger and a better person.

I don’t believe in luck. All things happened and will happen for reason/s.

January so far is great! Had so much fun with few exciting events. Blogging is more fun now that I have met some few friends, interacting with fellow bloggers. Getting some invites to some events because of blogging.

Friendship bonds with high school and college friends were being rekindle, reunited with my best sets of friends from LHS.

Mikyla Yzabel is doing great so far as a graduating kindergarten student. Though she’s still that talkative. 

Can’t wait for more surprises to come my way as 2012 unfolds.

Ungrateful?

I wasn’t raised that way. I know how to appreciate and give thanks to every little things that happened to my life.  Be it a negative thing or a positive one.

What’s being ungrateful is a when you talk shit about a person who has been a friend to you. When you talk shit about the family who gave you the man you’re living with right now. When you talk shit things against the family of your so called “better-half”. When you talk shit those people who’s been nice to you. Ungrateful is when you’re doing things that would ruin your employer’s trust. Tsk tsk tsk. 

Up until now you can’t even move on with your life. You kept on bothering your self with things you shouldn’t be bothered about.

Up until now you can’t accept the fact that some people can normally exist and live a happy life without you in their lives.  

Up until now, deep inside you, you’re still living a miserable life. Aren’t you tired of stalking? Aren’t you tired of peeking and viewing other people’s profile? People that you loath and hate?— by using dummy accounts? 

You can’t  deny this. Because you’re here right now reading this. Such a PITY.. 

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