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Granted a seat in my silver chair, I officially spent my 25 years in the body which I proclaim is a wonderland. (Oh come on people, that’s supposed to be captivating and hilarious!) On a serious note though, I decided to face responsibilities, apologize to people I’ve b*tch-slapped, re-gain friendships and marry a fairly good looking and rich guy. (…the latter is not entirely true.)

No money involved, no party, no work either — t’was a plain and simple birthday holiday! I had time with the family and a new condo at Serendra. Just kidding, I don’t wanna brag (that much).

The seemingly adorable “sasagurl” pretty much accomplished growing-up. I’m now the serious person that I ought to be. (Snorts!) Very much sane and sober, I’ve been “stripped” of the few hazardous vices I used to have; fortunately my seemingly cautious self had been eliminated from dating the deceitfully amazing studs of the planet we call earth. It’s a great gift to be loved for who I really am along with moi “adjusted” close-to-normal self.

It may sound boring to be living a clean and stable life, as I’ve always thought so but I’d rather have it that way than anything more complicated.  I do however accept the challenge to encounter difficult people. (Although I have my mom and dad for that role already. LOL!) Anyhoo…anyone is free to approach my office to once again wear the shoes contributing to a complicated and trying relationship. (Except for the guy I talked with on the phone last night, we’re better off as friends, I verify that.)

Thank you for the miracles in my life; the people I loved, friends, and of course the real family “Ledesma” and my extended family, not to mention the future surname yours truly will soon carry.

For my alleged improvements and recent “adjustments” please read on. Percentage of melancholic sentiments is fairly the same (If you haven’t noticed.) Am optimistic and focused at work. I promised to believe in commitments then lavish (with every sense of the word) in relationships that are for keeps. So much for skepticism. At age 25, I now hope for happy endings!