Today, I am reaffirming my pursuit of developing writing by publishing more posts in this blog. This is a blog that will never be released as my own... but remain a nameless reminder of what I've been and how I will be.

I am realizing that by writing more, I can focus on what is really important, and get rid of unnecessary habits. Like playing games. Ugh. I had deleted Zuma and Chuzzle in my attempt to stop playing games, but only after two days, there I was again, searching for another interesting game in that game folder in //D. So in less than a week, the application has soared up my main menu, which is embarrassing to admit, even to myself.

This is a new strategy that I'm trying. Instead of deleting my games, I'll find another preoccupation to distract me from my distraction. I have been listening to audiobooks, particularly from Anthony Robbins, and I think it's working. I sure do hope this works. Good luck to me! 

  As somebody has once said, "Love makes time pass; Time makes love pass."

That's probably the best line to describe how I have been, how it has all been, and how people move in and out of my life. A year ago, I probably would have never imagined I'd be like what I am today, I would have never thought I'd be with someone who makes things so easy and fine.

Six years ago, when I was created this blog, I had never thought I would be happy even if I didn't end up with the person who stirred so much fire in my younger self. How I've always fantasized of complicating things, putting and imagining so much drama more than what's necessary, and I've always ended up magnetizing the things that I fear would happen.

Not that I do not have doubts with Sweety... everyday, I do my best to push my fears aside... He has made me so happy the past three months. He has made things so easy. I never thought I would be able to laugh like I do now. Sometimes, I want to cry with happiness because of the simple things that he does. I'm pretty sure he doesn't even know the extent of my gratefulness for his love.

There's very little in him that I've typically required of my men. He is not tall. He is not handsome. He is not accomplished in the sense by which the conservative society measures the usual person. He is different. He gyms, for God's sake!

But then, he was won me over. He has conquered me. And although it took a lot of effort to accept that I am truly attracted to him and that I love him, when I did... everything became so effortless. He waxes my underarms. He prepared me a candlelit dinner. He surprises me with flowers on the most unexpected of occasions. What's not to love about that?

I love him, beyond words, and more than yesterday. 

 
They look so sweet together, noh? I HOPE HE ROTS IN HELL!!!!