the PERFECT GUY

When I was young I told myself not to fall in love with anyone. Man had created such great scars in my history. My father and my stepdad were evidence that PERFECT GUYS don’t exist. They are just products of imagination and fantasies. I saw my mom cried and being in pain when she had her life with them.

As I grew up, things have changed. I thought I could hold on to my promise. I started to have crushes secretly in my elementary and made a list for that ideal man when I was in high school. When my classmates and batch mates were busy engaging themselves into a relationship, I was also busy changing my list to formulateĀ that PERFECT GUY . Though I was bombarded with their concerns and pains from different unsuccessful relationships, I still became hopeful that one day that PERFECT GUY for me is out there. Instead of being discouraged I became their counselor and push them not to give up and look atĀ the brighter side. When I graduated college, I fixed with my list. And days, months and years passed, as I became indulged with my further studies and work, that hope for the perfect guy became blur. I remain single>>> LOLZ Ā where’s that hopeful girl?!

Then one day, we found each other. Not to detail the story, he was the PERFECT GUY for me. He was absolutely opposite to my ideal oneĀ but the Lord knows he was the ONE, and he really is!

Ā “The perfect guy is not the one who has the most money or the most handsome you’ll meet. He is the one who knows how to make you smile and will take care of you each and everyday until the end of time.”

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Hi everyone!

I don’t know how to start my first post. You can call me THEO and it’s my first time to post something here (blog stuff you know)

I just met incredible people and their stories of SUPERPOWERS tonight.

The echolocation of Underwood, muscles of Liam, eye-camera of Stephen, brain of the real rain man and the beauty of Kristina were really amazing and fascinating.

It’s getting late and I have to go…Got to have enough sleep for tomorrows’ work- that thing they called NOBLE work! I’m a teacher if you don’t ask and hoping I could really come to school early. tsk.tsk.tsk..Not a good example actually…

It’s really tiring to wake up early. It feels like I have my early morning gravity attack. Oh gravity please…and now you’re pulling my eyebags down…you’re one of the toughest villain I can’t defy. Well, anyway goodnight everyone. Goodnight to my pillows, my blanket, my mattress, to the walls, windows, ceiling, ants, cockroaches every living and non living thing…good night! Good night also to you my Creator. Thank you for today’s strength and love.