Sunday, March 26, 2006
A few minutes ago, I was coughing like hell. And now I'm wheezing. Ahahahaha. But it's not as bad any more, so on I go! XD
What frightens me more is that I've got these pinkish-to-reddish scratch-like marks (although they're not scratches) on my left arm, and I don't remember touching that arm at all. Or coming in contact with anything that might cause that. *shudders*
Anyway, I was talking to Kuya Iñigo earlier this evening. He says accountancy at DSLU is SO DAMN HARD. o.o According to him, Kuya Jhudiel and Kuya Iñigo have a mutual friend who is being eaten up by accountancy. o.o At DSLU. o.o And he told me that when I said that Dikko was taking up accountancy at DSLU. o.o The professors there aren't satisfied with a passing grade either, among other things that Kuya Iñigo said. ><><
OMG. About 10 minutes, and the marks are still on my arm. Wheezing is gone, but I can only breathe through one nostril now. o.o
Oh... where is Dikko when I want/need him as comfort? T_T
Oh well, enough selfishness. XD Let me try to make this post longer, since Pacholo said my posts were short. But how do I do that? Hmm...
Well, I wouldn't call this day productive. In the morning, I woke up to the sound of my brothers playing Half-Life (grabe, umagang umaga Half-Life pa rin! ><). I got up, and my family and I ate breakfast. Later on, the effect of sleeping late (from giving Adrienne a bunch of questions about... her love interest) came upon me. I slept most of the morning away on my sister's bed, wahahahaha. My mom woke me up at about 11 something, and I dragged my sleepy butt into the bathroom to take a bath. It was followed by lunch (by myself T_T), and then I used my mom's laptop for a short while. Then my mom brought me to Festival Mall to look for a dress for this year's 4th Year Graduation. She took a lot of articles of clothing for me to try on. Now, I'm stuck with wearing a PINK top, a black skirt and black HIGH heels (okay, so they're not all too high. But I still feel like tripping whenever I try them on. o.o;;;). In the evening, we went to attend mass at the school chapel. Afterwards, I made the computer my domain, and here I am! XD
So that basically sums up my day... aside from the fact that most of the time Dikko was on my mind. That's pretty much my day for today. XD
Now, getting back to what I was working on... Ladidadida~...
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I am a 15-year old girl, born the 7th day of the 2nd month of the year 1991. (|)
I am a trained perfectionist. My dad is my head mentor, and my mother supports him in my training to achieve perfection in most anything. (|)
I believe in perfection. (|)
I believe perfection is but an illusion. (|)
I have observed that to achieve perfection, one has to create a believable illusion. (|)
Artists of the canvas and the paper, in reality, just makes dots, lines and strokes... at the same time, the illusion of beauty on paper is created; thus, perfection. (|)
Artists of the body are only keeping their bodies motile... and if done well, the illusion of beauty and grace is shown; thus, perfection in that art. (|)
Artists in the field of music are, in actuality, just pressing some keys, strumming some strings, hitting some instruments... while doing so, an illusion is formed within the mind of the listener; a picture of perfection. (|)
Artists with their words put together a jumble of thoughts... combining into one masterpiece a tale filled with imagination, emotion and elegance; a story of perfection. (|)
Artists on the stage may be the best illusionists of all... to make cardboard appear like gold, water seem like tears, pain feel like happiness is their illusion, their craft; their work of perfection. (|)
I have also observed... there is no such thing as a perfect love. (|)
By man's often definition, a perfect love is one that is filled with happiness, sweetness, and pure joy... always, most likely with God. (|)
Love between humans can never be a 'perfect love'. (|)
...because the most beautiful kind of love requires one to experience one form of pain and suffering... (|)
...may it be love of a parent, love of a sibling, or love of a lover... (|)
Pain and suffering are present with love and true happiness... (|)
One just has to endure the more negative times to reach to the greener fields on the other side. <3 (|)