Guess what?
The ribbon costed me only S$2.
Ensiferum: From Afar
3 days ago
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Asteroid Deflection Strategies
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Now this is something intriguing. It is called the Arecibo Message, was beamed into space at a cluster of stars way back in 1974, and represented mankind's first ever attempt to make contact with extraterrestrials (although it was eventually said that it was more of a demonstration of the capabilities of the newly installed radio telescope back then).
Well, there is actually a whole bunch of information stored in this 210 bytes of '0's and '1's, but perhaps, let's see if you can even see the most obvious one.
See the double-helix pattern of the human DNA, anyone? B-)
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Now this is something intriguing. It is called the Arecibo Message, was beamed into space at a cluster of stars way back in 1974, and represented mankind's first ever attempt to make contact with extraterrestrials (although it was eventually said that it was more of a demonstration of the capabilities of the newly installed radio telescope back then).
Well, there is actually a whole bunch of information stored in this 210 bytes of '0's and '1's, but perhaps, let's see if you can even see the most obvious one.
See the double-helix pattern of the human DNA, anyone? B-)
Friday, October 9, 2009
Self-conceived Virtuous Hypocrisy
6th October - That's one.
9th October - That's two.
Studying never seemed more lonely than ever. I should never do it with certain people again.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Self-righteous Financial Terrorist
For without darkness, there shall be no light.
And for without soft toys, there shall be more 1 dollar coins! :P
Won the above toys over a span of 4 days for my dear recently. She gets really worked up and excited over seeing me at work with the flimsy three-clawed pincers in the machines (:
Saturday, August 1, 2009
The Eternal White Dove
The eternal white dove, was a curious little bird indeed.
Not knowing how it came to exist or why it existed, it did not know. And, it did not care. Impervious to the eroding flow of time, the eternal white dove went through the centuries (and millenia) flying freely in the skies, pooping once in a while on the head of a WAFFLE (Wingless And Featherless Freaks, Like Eew) out of mischief, and swooping down to feed on food scraps thrown by WAFFLEs occasionally to remember how food tasted like. Times like this were good, and even fun. Compared to the era of GAST-WAFFLEs (Giant And Sharp-Teethed-Wingless And Featherless Freaks, Like Eew), being able to land without worrying about becoming a mashed up mixture of feathers, flesh, and bone and even be pampered upon by kind WAFFLEs was a luxury to the eternal white dove.
The eternal white dove, although immortal, did appreciate a few things on Gaia. It appreciated the vast skies, for giving it the freedom to soar over the world below and feel almighty. It appreciated the company it occasionally got in the skies, minus the WASTFLON (Winged And Sharply-Taloned Freaks, Like Oh No), the other feathered pals were nice mates once in a while. It hardly appreciated the huge pieces of solid land covering patches of the huge oceans, and thought of it as a novelty. That does not mean however, that it had not bothered to explore them. Although it nearly became overly-hydrated once while trying to do so.
Once, it had landed on a tree branch in a forest, enjoying the serenity and fresh air around. Suddenly, a loud sound alerted the white dove! A huge wave of water was crashing down in the distance, toppling trees and swallowing up everything in its way. Had the white dove not took to the air immediately, it would have been swallowed up by the fearsome greenish-blue monster.
Circling above the area it had been in, the white dove surveyed the damage. No land could be seen within its keen eyesight, everything was just eaten up by the greenish-blue monster.
"How greedy!" The white dove fumed.
Now, it would have trouble finding a place to rest its aching wings. Soaring for days over the greenish-blue expanse, the dove realised that the monster had actually swallowed up Gaia, and for the first time in its existence, it felt bothered. Then, it spotted a lone brown vessel sailing about, seemingly lost. Swooping down and perching atop the vessel, the white dove closed its eyes in relief, finally having found a place to rest. Then, a WAFFLE rudely woke it up from its sleep.
It was a rather old and shaggy WAFFLE, and he was looking out over the vast body of the monster and back at the dove with pleading eyes, holding out his hand. The white dove got his meaning. It took off with a weary and bristled ruffle of its feathers, and began the search for land. Days went by, and when finally land appeared, it eagerly landed. Looking around for a light thing to bring back with it, the dove picked an olive branch (it simply loved its scent and texture) and flew back to the vessel. When the old WAFFLE saw the evidence of land in that direction that the white dove had brought back, it smiled gratefully at it and stroked it. The white dove pecked at its hand, and took off to the skies again, where it once again would not be bothered.
Years went by, and the eternal white dove witnessed the progress of probably the smartest yet most belligerent species Gaia had ever housed. The WAFFLEs were such bloodthirsty creatures, killing among themselves over land, over WAFFLEs with abnormal lumps below their necks, and even over colour differences (which was absurd to the lonely dove, because it wouldn't mind a black dove for a mate, so long as there is one). From taking minutes to killing or dismembering a fellow WAFFLE with huge weapons in their hands, the WAFFLEs eventually shaved the time taken down to split seconds with increasingly smaller, shinier, and louder weapons. The poor dove remembers those times where the smell of blood was heavy all over Gaia, when it even had to dodge WAFBAFFs (Wingless And Featherless But Actually Flying Freaks), alas allowing them to crash into huge, airbourne vessels carrying WAFFLEs. The resulting burst of heat and sound usually shook the dove dizzy and senseless temporarily, and although the horrible screams emanating from the fallen vessels once evoked sympathy within the dove, it learned not to feel pity for the silly WAFFLEs who relentlessly killed among themselves. It often wondered why they just can't get along. It learned to stereotype them for being a harmful, "hollow" race that did not have the capacity to truly appreciate something. One WAFFLE almost did change the dove's mindset though.
Many years after the most devastating conflict the dove had ever witnessed the WAFFLEs go through then, it finally seemed that some sense was slowly sinking into their thick featherless heads. One gloomy morning, in a vast expanse of land full of pale-yellow headed, blue-eyed WAFFLEs, there seemed to be a commotion stirring up. A large number of WAFFLEs were gathering in a square, and they were buzzing about how they were going to demonstrate against the existence of a popular weapon of mass destruction at the time, known to the WAFFLEs as a nuclear bomb, but known to the dove as a WAFAHAD (Wingless And Featherless And Hot And Devastating). The dove perched atop a tiled roof, amused at whether things might actually go the right way for this group of somewhat sensible WAFFLEs. One WAFFLE however, seemed to be very vexed, and scratching his featherless head furiously. As the dove strained its ears, it could make out something about the WAFFLE not being able to come up with a symbol for the incipient demonstration. The dove tutted disapprovingly at the WAFFLE, for afterall, was it that hard to come up with a simple drawing comprising of a combination of a few geometrical figures and perhaps a colour or two? It remembered the time when the flag designer of the Ottoman Empire had simply looked up into the sky during a cold, starry night, and simply doodled the astronomical bodies that were present in the sky at that time and passed it off as his own work the next day.
Wanting to take a closer look at this foolish WAFFLE, the white dove flew over to a nearby olive tree.
"Hey, an olive tree." The white dove snuzzled comfortably onto a branch.
The foolish WAFFLE noticed the dove, and suddenly, his face lit up. He began drawing a symbol on his piece of paper, which was just a circle with what looked like the dove's feet touching the perimeters of it. The dove was mildly surprised.
"Not bad for a foolish WAFFLE, for at least he has good taste." The white dove gleefully thought.
Years into the future, this poorly depicted drawing of the white dove began springing up all over Gaia, and the dove just could not help laughing at the simpleness of these creatures. The thought of a portrait of the dove's feet being the image of peace among the WAFFLEs was just hilarious, and yet heart-warmingly strange proof of the fact that these creatures with an expiry date stamped on them since birth had the genuine desire for a better life through greater love for their fellow selves. The white dove was actually starting to feel like it could get to know this apparently destructive yet surprisingly sentimental race better.
Finally plucking up the courage (and bread crumbs) one evening, the white dove approached a WAFFLE. Something just struck this eternal dove's cold little heart about her. The smell of her flowing hair, her beautiful yearning eyes, and the special aura she emanates all just seemed to have lit a warm fire within the cold pits that were the white dove's blank eyes. The white dove soon found itself returning there to the same bench everyday, feeding only on the bread crumbs given out by the WAFFLE, and ignoring every other last bit, whether more delicious or not, that were being given out by less significant WAFFLEs.
Soon, it became the white dove that was the one patiently waiting for the WAFFLE, its eyes instantly transforming from hollow pits to black gems whenever it spotted the smiling WAFFLE walking over to the bench from her workplace nearby. The white dove didn't have a care in the world, all it wanted to do was stay perched atop the shoulder of the WAFFLE everyday and feed off the bread crumbs in her hand, savouring every last bit as though it had even ever felt hunger before. It sometimes even took its time so as to be able to spend more time with her. In fact, the WAFFLE would also constantly treat it as her close companion, confiding in the dove the little mistreatments or problems she faced in her daily life. Whenever it was time to go, the white dove would feel a dull ache in its cold little heart, but would rub its feathery little head against the cheek of the WAFFLE as a way of saying goodbye. In return, the WAFFLE would stroke the white dove's little head and whisper goodbye.
Then, the WAFFLE started growing closer to another WAFFLE. The other one was a hateful little creature, at least to the white dove. The WAFFLE the dove had liked so much started visiting it less often, and even when she did, was frequently with that cursed mule. Whenever the mule put his featherless appendage over the WAFFLE's shoulders, the dove would abruptly stop eating and bristle angrily at him. Eventually, the mule actually started having the audacity to wave the dove away! To make the dove feel worse, the WAFFLE actually did nothing to stop him from doing so at all. It seemed to the dove that it no longer meant anything to the only creature it had so much affection for since its own existence. Still, the dove hung on to what little hope it had and waited at the bench patiently every single day.
As the increasingly gloomy days trudged by, the WAFFLE finally stopped visiting the bench all together, but still, the eternal white dove waited, and waited. Every single day, it would perch atop the bench, head pointedly facing the direction of her workplace and furiously hoping for the WAFFLE to pay it a visit. Every single day, it would do so with high hopes while only getting disappointment at the end of the day when it saw the WAFFLE leaving her workplace only to fall into the disgusting arms of the mule and totally forgetting the existence of the dove. Some by-passers occasionally noticed this weird dove's behaviour, for it was simply abnormal for a dove to perch so still on an empty bench while the rest of its kind flew away the instant their feeders left.
The ceremony finally came. The WAFFLE and the mule finally went through that ceremony the white dove had witnessed so many times throughout its long life so far, the ceremony that bonded two creatures for life. Even with the perennial sharp pain in its lonely heart, the white dove flew over to the palace of concrete and glass to witness the happy occasion for the WAFFLE on that important day. The WAFFLE caught a glimpse of the white dove while getting into a black container on four round objects, and what seemed to the white dove as a melancholic look of remembrance washed over her face. Feeling a repeat attack of the pang of sharp pain, the white dove took off into the skies to be alone by itself.
Then the funeral of the mule came. After many years, the mule had finally succumbed to the slow poison that was time. The WAFFLE was indescribably upset. She cried for days in her beautiful black dress, and the white dove not knowing what to do, perched atop her shoulder yet again. At first, she was mildly surprised to see the dove, for it had simply disappeared from much of her married life. As soon as she remembered her close companion from the past though, she gave a watery smile and stroked the dove's head. The white dove would spend its subsequent days with the WAFFLE, periodically rubbing its little feathery head against her cheek or pecking her affectionately on the neck. It swore to be there for her, regardless of whether she still remembered or even appreciated the dove's presence or not.
At last, even the WAFFLE herself was not spared from the cruel gallows of time. While the dove had remained as white, small, and feathery for as long as it had existed, the WAFFLE had slowly aged her way to the last few moments of her life. As the still and cold body of the WAFFLE lay in the small hall of the chapel, the white dove perched atop the coffin, only then realising how white her hair had gotten over the years and her smooth skin turning into flesh Braille. Still, the white dove felt a great longing for her to come back to life. It wanted to experience her soothing touch again, it wanted to be able to perch atop her shoulder all day long, more importantly, it wanted to be with her.
As the church bell tolled, the flock of birds perching nearby rustled and flew away, and yet the eternal white dove kept its wings folded and stayed by her side, perched atop the coffin...
Not knowing how it came to exist or why it existed, it did not know. And, it did not care. Impervious to the eroding flow of time, the eternal white dove went through the centuries (and millenia) flying freely in the skies, pooping once in a while on the head of a WAFFLE (Wingless And Featherless Freaks, Like Eew) out of mischief, and swooping down to feed on food scraps thrown by WAFFLEs occasionally to remember how food tasted like. Times like this were good, and even fun. Compared to the era of GAST-WAFFLEs (Giant And Sharp-Teethed-Wingless And Featherless Freaks, Like Eew), being able to land without worrying about becoming a mashed up mixture of feathers, flesh, and bone and even be pampered upon by kind WAFFLEs was a luxury to the eternal white dove.
The eternal white dove, although immortal, did appreciate a few things on Gaia. It appreciated the vast skies, for giving it the freedom to soar over the world below and feel almighty. It appreciated the company it occasionally got in the skies, minus the WASTFLON (Winged And Sharply-Taloned Freaks, Like Oh No), the other feathered pals were nice mates once in a while. It hardly appreciated the huge pieces of solid land covering patches of the huge oceans, and thought of it as a novelty. That does not mean however, that it had not bothered to explore them. Although it nearly became overly-hydrated once while trying to do so.
Once, it had landed on a tree branch in a forest, enjoying the serenity and fresh air around. Suddenly, a loud sound alerted the white dove! A huge wave of water was crashing down in the distance, toppling trees and swallowing up everything in its way. Had the white dove not took to the air immediately, it would have been swallowed up by the fearsome greenish-blue monster.
Circling above the area it had been in, the white dove surveyed the damage. No land could be seen within its keen eyesight, everything was just eaten up by the greenish-blue monster.
"How greedy!" The white dove fumed.
Now, it would have trouble finding a place to rest its aching wings. Soaring for days over the greenish-blue expanse, the dove realised that the monster had actually swallowed up Gaia, and for the first time in its existence, it felt bothered. Then, it spotted a lone brown vessel sailing about, seemingly lost. Swooping down and perching atop the vessel, the white dove closed its eyes in relief, finally having found a place to rest. Then, a WAFFLE rudely woke it up from its sleep.
It was a rather old and shaggy WAFFLE, and he was looking out over the vast body of the monster and back at the dove with pleading eyes, holding out his hand. The white dove got his meaning. It took off with a weary and bristled ruffle of its feathers, and began the search for land. Days went by, and when finally land appeared, it eagerly landed. Looking around for a light thing to bring back with it, the dove picked an olive branch (it simply loved its scent and texture) and flew back to the vessel. When the old WAFFLE saw the evidence of land in that direction that the white dove had brought back, it smiled gratefully at it and stroked it. The white dove pecked at its hand, and took off to the skies again, where it once again would not be bothered.
Years went by, and the eternal white dove witnessed the progress of probably the smartest yet most belligerent species Gaia had ever housed. The WAFFLEs were such bloodthirsty creatures, killing among themselves over land, over WAFFLEs with abnormal lumps below their necks, and even over colour differences (which was absurd to the lonely dove, because it wouldn't mind a black dove for a mate, so long as there is one). From taking minutes to killing or dismembering a fellow WAFFLE with huge weapons in their hands, the WAFFLEs eventually shaved the time taken down to split seconds with increasingly smaller, shinier, and louder weapons. The poor dove remembers those times where the smell of blood was heavy all over Gaia, when it even had to dodge WAFBAFFs (Wingless And Featherless But Actually Flying Freaks), alas allowing them to crash into huge, airbourne vessels carrying WAFFLEs. The resulting burst of heat and sound usually shook the dove dizzy and senseless temporarily, and although the horrible screams emanating from the fallen vessels once evoked sympathy within the dove, it learned not to feel pity for the silly WAFFLEs who relentlessly killed among themselves. It often wondered why they just can't get along. It learned to stereotype them for being a harmful, "hollow" race that did not have the capacity to truly appreciate something. One WAFFLE almost did change the dove's mindset though.
Many years after the most devastating conflict the dove had ever witnessed the WAFFLEs go through then, it finally seemed that some sense was slowly sinking into their thick featherless heads. One gloomy morning, in a vast expanse of land full of pale-yellow headed, blue-eyed WAFFLEs, there seemed to be a commotion stirring up. A large number of WAFFLEs were gathering in a square, and they were buzzing about how they were going to demonstrate against the existence of a popular weapon of mass destruction at the time, known to the WAFFLEs as a nuclear bomb, but known to the dove as a WAFAHAD (Wingless And Featherless And Hot And Devastating). The dove perched atop a tiled roof, amused at whether things might actually go the right way for this group of somewhat sensible WAFFLEs. One WAFFLE however, seemed to be very vexed, and scratching his featherless head furiously. As the dove strained its ears, it could make out something about the WAFFLE not being able to come up with a symbol for the incipient demonstration. The dove tutted disapprovingly at the WAFFLE, for afterall, was it that hard to come up with a simple drawing comprising of a combination of a few geometrical figures and perhaps a colour or two? It remembered the time when the flag designer of the Ottoman Empire had simply looked up into the sky during a cold, starry night, and simply doodled the astronomical bodies that were present in the sky at that time and passed it off as his own work the next day.
Wanting to take a closer look at this foolish WAFFLE, the white dove flew over to a nearby olive tree.
"Hey, an olive tree." The white dove snuzzled comfortably onto a branch.
The foolish WAFFLE noticed the dove, and suddenly, his face lit up. He began drawing a symbol on his piece of paper, which was just a circle with what looked like the dove's feet touching the perimeters of it. The dove was mildly surprised.
"Not bad for a foolish WAFFLE, for at least he has good taste." The white dove gleefully thought.
Years into the future, this poorly depicted drawing of the white dove began springing up all over Gaia, and the dove just could not help laughing at the simpleness of these creatures. The thought of a portrait of the dove's feet being the image of peace among the WAFFLEs was just hilarious, and yet heart-warmingly strange proof of the fact that these creatures with an expiry date stamped on them since birth had the genuine desire for a better life through greater love for their fellow selves. The white dove was actually starting to feel like it could get to know this apparently destructive yet surprisingly sentimental race better.
Finally plucking up the courage (and bread crumbs) one evening, the white dove approached a WAFFLE. Something just struck this eternal dove's cold little heart about her. The smell of her flowing hair, her beautiful yearning eyes, and the special aura she emanates all just seemed to have lit a warm fire within the cold pits that were the white dove's blank eyes. The white dove soon found itself returning there to the same bench everyday, feeding only on the bread crumbs given out by the WAFFLE, and ignoring every other last bit, whether more delicious or not, that were being given out by less significant WAFFLEs.
Soon, it became the white dove that was the one patiently waiting for the WAFFLE, its eyes instantly transforming from hollow pits to black gems whenever it spotted the smiling WAFFLE walking over to the bench from her workplace nearby. The white dove didn't have a care in the world, all it wanted to do was stay perched atop the shoulder of the WAFFLE everyday and feed off the bread crumbs in her hand, savouring every last bit as though it had even ever felt hunger before. It sometimes even took its time so as to be able to spend more time with her. In fact, the WAFFLE would also constantly treat it as her close companion, confiding in the dove the little mistreatments or problems she faced in her daily life. Whenever it was time to go, the white dove would feel a dull ache in its cold little heart, but would rub its feathery little head against the cheek of the WAFFLE as a way of saying goodbye. In return, the WAFFLE would stroke the white dove's little head and whisper goodbye.
Then, the WAFFLE started growing closer to another WAFFLE. The other one was a hateful little creature, at least to the white dove. The WAFFLE the dove had liked so much started visiting it less often, and even when she did, was frequently with that cursed mule. Whenever the mule put his featherless appendage over the WAFFLE's shoulders, the dove would abruptly stop eating and bristle angrily at him. Eventually, the mule actually started having the audacity to wave the dove away! To make the dove feel worse, the WAFFLE actually did nothing to stop him from doing so at all. It seemed to the dove that it no longer meant anything to the only creature it had so much affection for since its own existence. Still, the dove hung on to what little hope it had and waited at the bench patiently every single day.
As the increasingly gloomy days trudged by, the WAFFLE finally stopped visiting the bench all together, but still, the eternal white dove waited, and waited. Every single day, it would perch atop the bench, head pointedly facing the direction of her workplace and furiously hoping for the WAFFLE to pay it a visit. Every single day, it would do so with high hopes while only getting disappointment at the end of the day when it saw the WAFFLE leaving her workplace only to fall into the disgusting arms of the mule and totally forgetting the existence of the dove. Some by-passers occasionally noticed this weird dove's behaviour, for it was simply abnormal for a dove to perch so still on an empty bench while the rest of its kind flew away the instant their feeders left.
The ceremony finally came. The WAFFLE and the mule finally went through that ceremony the white dove had witnessed so many times throughout its long life so far, the ceremony that bonded two creatures for life. Even with the perennial sharp pain in its lonely heart, the white dove flew over to the palace of concrete and glass to witness the happy occasion for the WAFFLE on that important day. The WAFFLE caught a glimpse of the white dove while getting into a black container on four round objects, and what seemed to the white dove as a melancholic look of remembrance washed over her face. Feeling a repeat attack of the pang of sharp pain, the white dove took off into the skies to be alone by itself.
Then the funeral of the mule came. After many years, the mule had finally succumbed to the slow poison that was time. The WAFFLE was indescribably upset. She cried for days in her beautiful black dress, and the white dove not knowing what to do, perched atop her shoulder yet again. At first, she was mildly surprised to see the dove, for it had simply disappeared from much of her married life. As soon as she remembered her close companion from the past though, she gave a watery smile and stroked the dove's head. The white dove would spend its subsequent days with the WAFFLE, periodically rubbing its little feathery head against her cheek or pecking her affectionately on the neck. It swore to be there for her, regardless of whether she still remembered or even appreciated the dove's presence or not.
At last, even the WAFFLE herself was not spared from the cruel gallows of time. While the dove had remained as white, small, and feathery for as long as it had existed, the WAFFLE had slowly aged her way to the last few moments of her life. As the still and cold body of the WAFFLE lay in the small hall of the chapel, the white dove perched atop the coffin, only then realising how white her hair had gotten over the years and her smooth skin turning into flesh Braille. Still, the white dove felt a great longing for her to come back to life. It wanted to experience her soothing touch again, it wanted to be able to perch atop her shoulder all day long, more importantly, it wanted to be with her.
As the church bell tolled, the flock of birds perching nearby rustled and flew away, and yet the eternal white dove kept its wings folded and stayed by her side, perched atop the coffin...
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Abecedarian Quixotic Scheme
Woo, look at this, I typically eat around this much for dinner.
By the way, the following list pretty much sums up what I have been up to over the past few days...
(1) Taking out targets for money
(2) Robbing banks
(3) Tailing a helicopter and then RPG-ing it down
(4) Killing cops
(5) Street racing
(6) Escorting illegal immigrants into America
(7) Sabotaging relations between different Mafia mobs
(8) Spraying high-pressured water at passers-by while in a Fire Truck
(9) Ramming lampposts, passers-by, cops, cars, motorcyclists down
(10) Drunk-driving
.... and more actually, all in Liberty City. Fun way to live your life huh, thankfully it's not real, I can't spend US$500 all the time to get another new bullet-proof vest and have both the law and Mafias after me can I.
Oh yes, just in case any zetalambmary readers happen to be reading this, I would just like to say, I actually have many songs and albums to talk about on the site, but hardly can muster up the motivation to do the posts. Well, time is an issue too, maybe after this year, I can start investing more time into the site. Hope to be able to come up with a magazine tie-in someday (;
On a side note... sky dining sounds like a fine idea. (:
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Mellifluous Arcane Anagrams
' eve ✖ 42- Seven Second Surgery <3.>
btw
can i ask u a random qn
btw
can i ask u a random qn
http://ZetaLambmary.blogspot.com - Free Victory Records Metal Sampler from now til Tuesday says:
sure
' eve ✖ 42- Seven Second Surgery <3.>
are you sure u want me?
im not one to be easy to be with.
http://ZetaLambmary.blogspot.com - Free Victory Records Metal Sampler from now til Tuesday says:
you've asked me so many to date
and my answer will still be the same
Yes, I want you. (:
since when has getting together with a girl been an easy thing in the first place ;P
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I am not sure who first came up with the esoteric concept of "Perfection", but I share the same view as the 13th squad captain of Seireitei, Captain Kurotsuchi, who wisely questioned that what is there left to improve upon in life, and derive self-satisfaction from if everything were perfect?
Being together with someone is about understanding that individual's unique traits, both positive and negative ones to the other party's perception of course, and it is those little imperfections that also make up the lovable parts of that special someone (:
Afterall, if that person were so perfectly unflawed, the poor lover would not have any opportunity to pamper her and see that beautiful smile adorn her face, would he? (;
Being together with someone is about understanding that individual's unique traits, both positive and negative ones to the other party's perception of course, and it is those little imperfections that also make up the lovable parts of that special someone (:
Afterall, if that person were so perfectly unflawed, the poor lover would not have any opportunity to pamper her and see that beautiful smile adorn her face, would he? (;
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