I had a hard time thinking what to write in this little space in a very big cyber world we call the web.

At first i thought i want to write about business, about Finance or even Marketing. Psychology is also one of my favorite subjects, but the thing is I don’t see the reason why I should write all of these things.

Very recently, my friends are having a hard time with their relationships. And they are asking me for advice. Then there are also my friends who wants my thoughts on their thesis paper for their phd. Then those who just want my view on whatever is keeping them busy at the moment.

The thing is, I am not a literature graduate, I am not a CPA, I am not a psychologist, I am not a scientist. I’m an ordinary woman that likes a lot of different subjects and has opinions on almost anything.

From here on, I decided to write about my life, the things that i feel passionately about, and give advise to people who needs it, and actually ask for it.

What I did back then, was it right? Who’s to tell?

Was it moral? I do not care about morality.

Morality is based on the dogmas of society which I refuse to partake with. If they had a good, strong relationship not I or anybody else for that matter could ever break them up.

On my stand point, I merely did them a favor. I ended their relationship earlier than expected, which prevented them from wasting any more time hanging on to something that can not be helped.

During that time, Scott and I thought we were in love. Everybody did. I guess it’s better for two people to be happy together with another weeping and grieving on the sideline. Than having two people miserable together, and another one silently hurting.

Better to have two victors and a loser than three charity cases.

I don’t care if you judge me now. A lot of people back then did. I didn’t care.

I wanted something I went out and got it. Those who judged me are just a bunch of green people who are secretly envious because they couldn’t do something as reckless as what I did.

I took a risk.

If Scott hasn’t been that easy, then I would have ended up like a fool. That makes me very much deserving of the prize at the end of the line.

I lost a lot of people that I thought are my friends during that time. But that’s fine with me. Because what’s left are my true friends. Those that will continue to stand by me no matter what. What’s left was Sterten. And I wasn’t sorry.

I was excited!

He was my ex-boyfriend, turned second boyfriend. I can sense confusion on your end, so let me explain it further (I actually made an elaborate fairy-tale-like version of our entire relationship, but I don’t have the zest to rant about it now. Bear with me as I try to describe what we had).

Scott was my boyfriend in Secondary School. A lot of girls in our province consider him as a good catch, and I guess I never got over that fact.

I broke up with him when he was about to leave for college, and promised myself that I will get him back as soon as I have the chance. When finally I’m studying at the same University he’s studying at, I tried to steal him from his girlfriend.

It didn’t work. I got busted, and ended up looking like a loser!Three years after that, right about the time when the Sterten group dropped from heaven to make my life more exciting, I gave my original plan another shot. That time, it was backed up with a fool proof plan.

My best gay friend and I had a bet about it. Before my 20th birthday, I should be able to break Scott and his girlfriend up (approx 2 months). Not in my wildest dream did I think it would be that easy.

All I did is to talk to him, ask him if he still wants me and that’s it. I didn’t even break a sweat. I did cry though. And I want to tell you exactly how it happened….

We were sitting in a bench in our college building.

“You and your girlfriend has been together for so long. Do you love her?” I asked him.

“Yes I do.” was his straight reply, never breaking the steadiness of his voice. Here is where I cried. I’m talking about a few dainty drops. The silent tears you see in mushy movies.

“Wow. That’s nice. I’m happy for you. So, do you think she’s the one you’ll marry?” I replied with a tone that projects I’m strong, but he would be sure to notice the sublime sadness in the tone.

“I don’t know yet. Everybody thinks that we will eventually get married. Yeah, I think we will get married. The only question left is when.” he said nonchalantly. I started crying again when he said that.

“Well, it’s nice to hear that you’re doing fine. I’m happy for you. Really I am. The reason why I wanted to talk to you is because I want to tell you something. After hearing everything that you said, it’s doubly hard for me. I just don’t want to go through life thinking what if?” I said.

“It’s just that I’m in a point in my life when I have to make decisions on what road to take to shape my future. And I want you to be a part of it. I wanted to know if you would like to be a part of my dreams, and my plans. To go through life with me.” I further elaborated. He paused. Thought for a while (or so that’s what I assumed he did) and exclaimed.

“Claire… why do you need to make my life complicated?” was his helpless response. Accepting defeat and caving in. He then took my hand, and clasped it between his own.

That’s when I knew he’s mine. Easy huh? Just a few lines and some tears tossed on the side and voila! I have my recycled boyfriend eating at the palm of my hands. This was how he entered Sterten. Scott, the so-called-love-of-my-life.