Call me traditional...

...but I believe that if I am to have a girlfriend, I should be able to see myself spending my whole life with her. I'm fine with dating, and if I don't scare you off with the subsequent future plans talk, then we might have something going on.

Call me idealistic...
...but I believe that somewhere out there is that one girl intended for me. I may have met her; I may have not.  One thing that's sure is that, when I do realize that she's the one, I will not let her go.  I believe that I'll be able to find that girl that fits into my idea of a wife, and hopefully I fit into her idea of a husband. I believe that I'll be able to find a girl that will be able to see past my mishaps and flaws no matter how bad they are and help me improve.

Call me naive...
...but I like to think that trust and commitment is more important in a relationship than love and passion. Passion is an emotion and goes up and down depending on moods, but commitment, it is a covenant an agreement to cherish. This is why I don't believe in cohabitation (well, besides religious reasons).

Call me whatever you want...
...but a pushover, laid-back, sloth who isn't man enough to fight for someone he loves. Yes, the occasion has yet to come where I would have to take a hit for the sake of someone I love. Yes, I have yet to be tested. But I will fight when needed.

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing

Weeks have passed and the light at the end of the tunnel begins to unveil itself.  I will triumph. I will succeed.  In life, in academics, in relationships, in families, and in everything that effects my life.   Now it's the calm before the storm - time to buck up and try my best to finish the best.

In the turmoil and pain
I'll rise stronger again
Though a part of me was slain
A new lesson I'll gain

With knees trembling
And two fists on the ground
I'll pick myself up
And go another round

As long as I don't break
I'll take more than I can take
Not for the winning's sake
But to see what I can make

A light at the end
I set my eyes of the goal
I'll my my life
A story worth to be told