First and foremost,its been a great twenty years of living and as much as life can offer; I think my life has been pretty much well lived. I grew up in a close-knit family having the pleasure to feel the warmth of family love except for a crude and blunt grandmother who ruined my childhood but it got better as I grew.Friends who’ve known me in my teenage years, well I was a very very different person back then.

There’s no denying in how life can change 180 degrees just so as long as you have that will power to make things right again,and yes I don’t quit. I could still recall my 16th birthday party which was thrown by my parents in order to make me feel a little more loved,and to have an apparent motive to keep me at home. Those were the wildest times of my life,I wanted everything but anything from what I already had.

This is definitely not any story which you stumble upon or you read about. Picture a teenage wild child who parties like there’s no tomorrow, who sticks her bum at the cybercafe’s monster-killing in DOTA wtf, and most importantly somebody who has no feeling of remorse. I was once cold blooded,and has way too much of a punishing attitude that it literally ruined all the kindness in me wtf.

Thank goodness for the love and never ending support from my family,and most importantly the sudden appearance of the Keeper in late December 2005 which changed everything forever. For one year in the entire year 2006 where I totally cut off all contacts from everybody I knew and it was my point of recovery.

One year of crying out of regrets and not being able to turn the clock around, one year of holding on to the hands of the Keeper who’s ensured my journey to be a less painful and more memorable one. Believe it or not, he’s more than just a boyfriend because he knows what I feel and think without me saying a word; and regardless of right or wrong he’s always stuck by me.

My days throughout year 2006 was solely filled with sorrow,regrets & rebuilding life at such a vulnerable age was anything but easy. I step into clubs getting into unnecessary fights, the Keeper’s cars getting all scratched and tyres being cut apart, eggs thrown by Colin & friends, and everything else which made it a whole lot tougher but I guess the past has found its place.

In order to really move forward, you’ve gotta look backwards every once in a while to remind yourself, that hey,the past is over. I knew I had to stop being angry,revengeful and just let it all go; there wasn’t any point in holding grudges towards anything because life has to move forward.

The Keeper who’s never stopped loving me since the day we met on Christmas eve while working in Uncle Lim’s at Subang Parade for 10days and we got together despite being just purely strangers. If a guy tells you that he’ll marry you someday when you’re 18,and tells you the same thing when you turn 21,marry him please. This is my fairytale love story,and this is my moment.

I’ve found my strength through the darkest past,and I guess that is what makes me who I am. I found the strength to forgive,to forget and to move lives along the way. Its important to be courageous and have faith that good things happen to good people; and I guess it did.

I guess the biggest lesson I’ve learned would be that everybody deserves a second chance in life. After all,life is a long journey and there’s no way anyone should allow two years of messing up to determine who you will be. Don’t ever give up,and I guess I’m strongest when I am weak.

This message goes out to my readers who’ve been so faithfully consistent although I’m not party queen,no event reporters,no model boobs skin flashing chick but I’m glad you’re all here to stalk for a good reason. These three years of blogging has helped me healed my wounds and writing is indeed one of the best remedies to cure a broken heart. The fact that I have hundreds and something a thousand readers coming by on a daily basis to read my thoughts, its just an amazing feeling to have when you know someone somewhere is listening to the thoughts in your head.

Its my 21st Birthday,and I’m proudly declaring it Cheerio’s Day. Thanks to those who’ve twittered #cheeriosday,appreciate it! Oh well,its after all my favourite cyber space. Don’t mean to brag but I wasn’t expecting a 100 wishers on Facebook before 11am! The power of the internet I guess.

Let me present you my best birthday gift this year,the fool behind this colorful fan.

Thank you readers for always coming back for more,you’ve thought me the price of completely losing yourself to the fact that its okay to open up to strangers and its okay to be judged. Its our freedom of speech,and with it I think I’m a whole lot stronger now. I’m hoping for a better year ahead,stepping into adulthood. For what is worth, I am happy.

If I had one wish from you readers,I’d wish for a virtual present but the present can be only be in one word. Like a cupcake! a flower! or a lollipop! We shall see how much you love me then.
Much love,cheerios.

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1. Cheering The Cheerio.
2. Its the Keeper’s Birthday!
3. Cheerio Graduates.

Posted on Friday, October 2nd, 2009 in Blogosphere, Cheerio thinks a lot, Personal Writing Masterpieces. Subscribe to this comment feed. Leave a response, or trackback from your own site.