Dear Diary,
While some of us are suffering the effect of humidity in the air, there are some who are probably busy clearing the paths of snow to make way for Spring's blooms. I for one have marched to the end of this month... well, nearly, and well, not to condone chick-lit, but I actually feel like Rebecca Bloomwood of "Confessions of a Shopaholic" by Sophie Kinsella, now a movie showing in most theaters.
Soon I would be approaching another step up the age ladder. *Priscillia was the first to get me this year's gifts, comprising of a book I coveted, along with a High Society album that contained "La Gata" and "Memory". Brilliant! Mon beau would be bringing me for a vacation in celebration and maybe, just maybe, the SK II Miracle Water as well. Somehow, the notion of ascending the age ladder no longer seems to be reason for celebration....youth is not everlasting, and once a certain (age) threshold is crossed, the rest of the years seem to accelerate until the golden stage.
black slim fit dress with fitted-in belt and mock turtleneck
Lately I appear to have lesser and lesser tolerance for people. Such as people who are silly enough to tell lies and leave tracks around, such as people who do not know how to be more tactful in things they do or say, such as expectations not being met. I have high regards - and also high demands of people - but my training in Psychology should have served me better. I used to feel so much for people, used to empathize with them, try to understand their feelings, actions and thoughts. Lately, I have zilch tolerance for most of what people do, I become more sarcastic and uncaring, and I become more plastic to others. My own facets can form a jigsaw puzzle, I feel.
Dark brown dress with matching belt and stitched-on flowery-design
I wish certain dreams wouldn't come true literally. I believe that dreams sometimes bring to us part of what our subconsciousness is aware of, dreams sometimes brings us mysterious messages of what life entails.... and in my entire lifetime I have handfuls of dreams that have come true, or at least predicted part of my reality to come. Or reality to come, in general. They used to be most accurate after some of my Tarot-divination sessions. Lately, a bad dream had to come true. It did not happen to me, but nonetheless, it was an awful thing to have occurred. I feel almost guilty for that dream alone. Some say, dreams are reflections of thoughts, but my dreams are always most peculiar, unexpected and most times, even haunting. So what say you to the disparity to that?
A pair of elegant, sexy lacey strappy pumps that I did not get to purchase in time, but I covet it so.
My schedule has not improved much. The final exams and assignments-deadlines are all congregating on a marked spot on my calendar. While I am rushing to finish them off, well-wishing friends and dear ones are trying to arrange for meetups to celebrate my hatchday (upcoming). The weather lately has caused illness to befall me for a mere while as well, but in the course of it I closed a business deal. How neat is that? Though I havent even the time to be a good citizen and file my tax returns yet. Right now, I am looking forward to the upcoming break from my evening classes - an entire month of catching up with friends, some fun to be had, relaxing, working on my Book of Shadows and Dreams, reading, writing.... even getting started on my designing project! Oops, there there, I have conveniently missed out on housekeeping...
Don't forget to check back in April for the next entry.... Happy Easter to those who loves the bunnies and chocolate eggs!
vous voir dans mes rêves. Adieu!
