Thursday, May 11, 2006
Hon, my love..
Yes, darling, my love?This might be too sudden for you but trust me it was all too suddent to me too.. @-) Er, I'm going to Palawan today, until Sunday..
...it takes that long to go to Palawan? O_O Thursday to Sunday? O_OI'm supposed to join the National Anniversary of BCBP.. I never thought I would go cause of my orientation in La Salle but then La Salle moved it so I will go to the National Anniversary in Palawan.. @-)
Yes, yes, I read that in your blog. Is there something you'd actually like to tell me that I should know?Anyway, I texted you as soon as I could.. Haay, sorry, mahal ko, di me kaagad nakapagpaalam..
I acknowledge the fact that you did not tell me the night that you wrote that blog post.You can reach me through Meriam's phone..
Sure, I'll send you a message through superstar. But I won't flood.I'll be going via PAL, the rest of my family is going through Cebu Pacific.. :)) Ahem, class... :P :))
I think I know what you're "ahem-ing" about. Or maybe not.I'll be in PAL by 5 am today, and my flight would be at 8 am.. I'll try to bring you some pictures of me @-) cause mom said to bring the cam.. :)) :
Good. I want lots of pictures. LOTS. (:<Please, my love, if you could still not access my blog, please use my account in friendster.. -classified information-
Way ahead of you, gorgeous.I love you!!! Please, do take utmost care!!! Keep smiling!!! Eat your meals properly! Take your medicines when needed!!! I won't look for other girls, don't worry.. :-* I'll just look for you there, even though yes, you're not there, I'll still search for you.. :-* Anyway, my love, I am wholly and totally yours, every bit of me is yours to have and to own, no one shall have me but you forevermore, I assure you!!! No one can ever take your place, here with me, you're the only one I'll ever love, you can rest assured!!! I love you!!! I love you and no one else beyond forever!! No limits, no measure!!! :-* I love you!!! I'm so blessed because of you!!! I won't ever let you go!!! :-* :-* :-* I'll fight for you, till the end of time!!! You're the only girl I'll ask for marriage!!! I do, I really do!!! :-* :-* :-* I'll be with you, soon! :) :-* wait for it, I'm never letting go! :-* :-* :-* I love you!!! I really do!!! :-* :-* :-*
You make that sound like you're going to kill yourself and then have your ghost follow me around, doesn't it?
Well, all I have to say about your text messages... is that they were you from the start, until the end. You get what I mean.
I'll be honest. I did think about opening your account to open your blog, and out of the influence of my curiosity I did. And I read your blog post. And I loved reading those two little posts. I even read the most recent post three times yesterday. But take note, I didn't like the part where you mentioned there that you KNEW you were going to Palawan. And you didn't even hint that the night that we were chatting.
That infuriated me. And that made me sad. That you put it at the last minute to tell me.
I don't really believe that you were expecting not to go. La Salle moving the orientation? Not a good enough reason. I'll bet you knew about the flight even before you told me (does your blog hold enough proof?).
...and that is the story of why Justine was not online when you were. In addition to being angry at that (and deciding to let myself cool down first before talking to you... or maybe that was my angry side not texting you to make you worry, as an act of revenge?), my arms and legs ache like HELL. I couldn't bear to be on the computer chair anymore, waiting for someone who I didn't even know would come at all, considering that he did not tell me of his flight beforehand.
So I told myself, "What the eff am I doing here acting like an idiot? I'm tired of always waiting until the early morning, and only being able to sleep at 4AM or something! Plus by body aches from crashing down on myself, which I believe to be the cause of lack of sleep, damn it."
And so, as the story unravels, I went to bed. But I still waited. I reread some pages of my book. I could totally relate to the character there, who felt that she was confused by what her loved one said.
Your text messages, as I said, had you all over them. And you know what? That very fact made me smile. The second reason of my smile? We thought alike. Again. More than once. The third reason? You're weird.
That's all.
hiD beHiND a RaiNBoW aT
Justine Patricia Carpio (|)
San Beda College Alabang (|)
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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 (|)