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the art of realism
sábado, febrero 21, 2009
I always perceived life life as PERFECT, oh not perceived, i DREAM about life being perfect, i guess the left side of my brain has always been working since i was born, imagery and pictures of a perfect life has been resting in my central nervous system since i started breathing. I love life, but into what extent? What is life anyways?
I have always been the person who people label as a perfectionist, perfectionist in terms of working, for for all i know, i am indeed hard working and i do know how to have fun, i want EVERYTHING balanced, happy, and could actually get something productive from what we are doing. so far, most of the things i've done is successful, but not balanced. I've started to shut my mouth and suck it up, just to see that everything looks balanced, they jsut dont know, im the one who's suffering.
I've always been a failure before, i was never this LEADER people see, practice makes perfect, but then again, nobody's perfect, therefore, why practice? PUTEK ANG KORNY KO! singit lang un, line from ang tanging ina niyong lahat LOL.
this actually doesnt makes sense. bottom line, im not a perfectionist, or maybe i am? tell me..
what do you see... :( iunno. i just feel empty, tis days, or maybe just today.. maybe i should start looking for myself again. did i actually lost myself? did i? or maybe i havent really found myself. all i know, im happy and im not hurting anyone. FKK.. i hate it. this post is full of I's, i hafta stop being conceited, i talk regarding my self too much. pft..
photocredit to ms. cielo caldeo and mr. aris aguila. lol. pormal pormalan. LOL :)
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