Wednesday, May 17, 2006
To whoever will be marrying me (who I hope, pray, wish is Dikko Rafael Bianzon Bautista), get ready to wake up in the middle of the night. With me telling you I can't breathe. o___o
It seems that I get that... a little bit easier than most. o___o Kagabi naman kasi eh, mga ten minutes pa lang ako nakatulog biglang nagising ako. And I coughed... not-so-violently / not-so-mildly (ang labo, no? =P). Tapos hindi pa ako makahinga dahil sinisipon ako.
I took my medicines after a while. Natakot na kasi akong matulog nang walang gamot, baka hindi na ako makahinga through the night (or whatever was left of it). Wa epek! @___@ So I went to my parents' room, and ended up sleeping there (with my brothers o___o) because my mom wanted me to be nearer to her just in case.
Wahahaha. The not-being-able-to-breathe thing also comes when I have my allergic reaction. Especially when it's severe. XD
Maybe that situation before I was born was a warning. I mean, being tangled in your umbilical cord and your mom needing an operation to take you out so you wouldn't die? Maybe I couldn't breathe then. XD Who knows? XD
Anywhoo~ I'm still alive, aren't I? That's good enough for me. XD
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 (|)