Friday, April 21, 2006
~foR saLE:
a boYFriENd whO iS swEet yeT sELfiSh,
sMaRT buT cAN bE idiOTiC,
friENdLy bUt a LoNeR,
kiND yET thOuGHtLeSs,
roManTiC buT poSsEsSiVE,
fuNny YEt coRNy,
haNDsOMe bUT coNfuSiNG,
PoPULaR aND tRouBLeSOmE,
daNGeROuSLy haRdWOrkiNG,
oVeRLy MaTH-oRieNTeD,
teRriBLe buT sTiLL woNDeRFuL.
1 yeAR, 2 MoNThS, 3 wEeKS, aND 6 daYS exPeRieNCe wiTh seLLeR
pRiCE:
aLL thE LoVE iN thE woRLd
reQUiReMEnTs (tO maKe TranSactiON vaLiD):
reCeNT iD
paYMeNt saTiSFyiNG tHE naMEd pRicE
aBiLiTY tO wiTHsTAnD hiS stuBBoRNnESs
LoOSeNEss tO bE cRAzy wiTh hiM
reSiDEnCe aT tHE LoCAL meNTaL hoSpiTaL (iN caSE of aN OVeRdoSE of iNSanitY)
pATieNCe wiTh hiS scHeDULe
pAtiENcE WiTH HiS ocCaSiONaL inSenSiTiViTY
PaTiENCe witH hiS erRaTic meThoDS
pLaiNLy paTieNCe
haNDs sO geNtLe and CaRiNG
LeGS aBLe tO matCh hiS sPeeD (oR aT LeaSt tO CatCH uP WiTH hiM)
NoSE thAt kNOwS hOW he SmELLs LikE
haiR foR hiS fiDDLiNG pLeaSurE
EyEs tO uNDeRsTaND hiS haNDwRiTiNG
heARt tO reAD hiS eMOtiOnS
miND tO RecoGNizE hiM fRoM aFAr
a LoVE puRe aND wiThOUt baD iNTEntiON
a LovE eQuiPpEd tO faCE aLL tHE diFFicuLtiEs oN tHe RoAD oF LifE
a LOvE fuLL oF imPerFEctiONs yEt reAdY tO LeARn
pERsON to SeE thrOUGh hiS iMPeRfecTioNS aND fiND thE pErfEct hiM
coNtACt:
oWnER oF thiS bLOg
siDe NoteS:
i dECiDeD tO puT uP thiS aD tO LoOK foR soMeONe tO tAkE caRe oF mY baBy DarLiNG, sOMeOne pERfecT foR hiM.
p.S.
hE iS veRY ticKLiSh. pLeaSE bE caREfuL wiTh hiM.
p.P.S.
hE reFUseS tO eAt soMeTiMEs (aND i'Ve giVeN uP oN foRCiNg hiM to eaT), sO feEDiNG iS noT RequiReD.
P.P.p.S.
hE reFuSEs tO sLEeP aT tiMEs, tOo, sO foRgeT abOuT LeaRNinG LuLLaBieS tO HaVE hiM faLL aSLeeP.
p.P.p.p.S.
hE iS aLSo BLiND aND fOoLiSh. (hE choSE Me, thAT'S pROof eNougH!)
...
p.p.P.P.p.S.
oN seCoND thoUgHT... hE iS toO pReciouS to LoSE. FoRgeT abOUt thiS aD.~
hiD beHiND a RaiNBoW aT
Justine Patricia Carpio (|)
San Beda College Alabang (|)
litedorange@yahoo.com (|)
dikko.numbah1.fan4ever@gmail.com (|)
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 (|)