I love Sundays,especially today.With my dad leaving home so early in the morning to attend a futsal tournament at his age,mum went out for some grocery shopping and i’d say it was a pretty good morning having it all to myself. So much has changed in my life for the past two months,it was an emotional roller coaster ride and to be honest i’m far too afraid to speak about love out in public.

But i shouldn’t forget that i know i have a string of readers who dig boring ol’ lovey dovey stories. To be honest,most people think and assumed that i moved on within a snap of a finger; but as always only those who mattered knew it all. I loved my relationship with Alvin,every bit of it was worth it because only with that i bloomed and grew into what I am today. He met me when i was a lost wild child,and i still find it pretty cool reading back our love story here dating all the way back to December 2006 when i started blogging.

It was the typical;

“Today I woke up feeling all happy like a kiddo knowing that Alvin is gonna be coming over to pick me up and take me out for a dimsum breakfast before heading to college.”

or

“For all that is worth,thank you for loving me; and i need you to know that i love you till the end of time. Forever and ever love.”

If you’ve been reading for a while now,I met Alvin for 10days while working in Uncle Lim’s on Christmas Eve and got together lasting for more than 38 months,do the math. Meeting someone whom you presumed as the love of your life at 18 years old can be quite a joyful ride because everything seems like a journey worth taking; its all so brand new. But there’s always a problem about growing up; you can’t grow up without changing and changes.

Some life lessons are meant to be learned through hardships, some through people and mostly by ourselves.I refused to admit how heartbroken i was on my blog,refrained myself from writing about it because i know you can’t always spill your hearts out; thats being overly emotional. Perhaps that is why it was quite a shocking decision but rest assured I take my relationships very seriously,not the people revolving around the relationship.

Whatever it is,chapters closed and i guess its for you to respect the authors writing pride of moving forward.All i want,all that i really wanted for all these years was just to be happy.

And I am now.

I still envy relationships which worked out for years,roaming through blogs of friends because to be honest I never saw an end with Alvin. Neither should it be fair if anyone should ever throw a statement that i am taking my current relationship as a rebound; trust me,why settle for one when you can have many if rebound was something i was after. Alvin will always remain close to my heart,we’re still best of friends though it sounds almost impossible to anyone to believe that.

You don’t just stop loving somebody when a relationship ends.
Neither am I obligated to scream it out loud;

“Hello world,I love Alvin. “

Its time to get in touch with my emotions again,i’ve been writing like some reporter for the past one month,trying so hard to filter emotions. But i hope some dickheads and jerks who stared the fuck out of me in Zouk would keep their sweets lips sealed with a kiss if thats what it takes,squeeze them out juice from the brains man. Pardon my language,just had to get it off my chest.

(I took 92735892635862823 hours to figure if i should post this up)

I am CheeSY because Chee Shi Yin is my name to begin with.
I like being struck by cupid and having love at first sights. (or maybe second!)
I think i’m happy being where I am,doing what i do,loving what I love.
I dream of a happy ending irregardless of the failed attempts to achieve one.
I would have remained as a sad ruined kid;and MissyCheerio wouldn’t have existed at all.
I don’t believe in comparing individuals,unless you intend to degrade yourself intentionally.

God has always been kind, because he gave me second chances.
An older brother I never had, a sister I wish i had,and a lover to be my ahmad,kuli and bodyguard wtf.

If you can’t mend a broken heart,that’s when you should set it free.
Just to show off my public display of affection, i hereby pronouce myself EGo’s punching bag! Although it has been stated on the following posts wtf that I am apparently a PROPERTY!

#1 Ellie ‘Property of Eugene’ Chee
#2 Eugene (ahem*the property of missycheerio*ahem)
#3 The EGo and The Ellie

Anyway,its official. I love how it feels being so honest wtf.
Sighs,judging from the pictures; what have I gotten myself into!

Related posts:

1. Wordy Not Worthy!
2. Its the Keeper’s Birthday!
3. I’m, Falling Slowly.

Posted on Sunday, March 29th, 2009 in Cheerio thinks a lot, Love & Romance, Past, Personal Writing Masterpieces. Subscribe to this comment feed. Leave a response, or trackback from your own site.