If you haven't already noticed, this blog has been mostly pictures, hardly any words. Truth is, I think I've lost the ability to come up with any topic to write about. Of late, there's nothing that I know enough to blog about, other than a few business stuff, calculus, my nephews and nieces likes and dislikes, all of which I don't think holds anyone else's interest. So I've decided to write about me (and Jas).
They say only the lucky find love. I beg to differ. I think we all find love, whether or not the person is good for us, that's a whole different matter. If you think you're in a love with a psychotic son of a bitch who abuses you, love can't save you, buddy. Or if you're in a relationship with someone who has relationships with 234023 others, love won't help you either, in fact, I think it might even kill you.
Having been with Jas over a year now, I've realized there's no one better for me than him. I always joke with him that God has given him a very bad tempered brother so that when he has this bad tempered girlfriend, he'd know how to handle it better. It's true though, I think no one takes my temper better than he does. I've got such a bad temper, I say the meanest things to him sometimes, but after realizing how much of a bitch I was, I end up apologizing. He also knows not to disturb me in the mornings cause that's when I'm in my foulest mood, so he goes along doing his own thing until I'm ready to talk to him. I think it's cause of him that even after being with him over a year, we haven't really argued. We've had little squabbles over his *cough* reckless *cough* driving, or tiny arguments over certain disagreements, but overall, we're doing quite good I think. He's truly the most patient in the world, I swear. He gets me everything I want and more, he always let's me pick places to eat, movies to watch... :) I'm one lucky girl to have him :) I must've have done something right in this life to deserve someone like that. I thank God everyday that Jas loves me the way that he does.
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