Thinkin, thinkin, thinkin...

You know how sometimes you wish people would think like you do? Gosh, I think of that all the time. That’s why I’m often disappointed with people. One of them is probably how people apprehend love.

It’s disheartening when people tell you they won’t accept people who are like this or like that, or only accept people with certain qualities. Sure, I have my list of criteria too. Long coloured hair (I think people look better with coloured hair), pretty face, tall, slim. Likes animals, especially dogs. Can cook (I’m not looking for a maid), do housework (seriously not looking for a maid =x). Must be filial, mature, non-smoker and loves the people I love (junior included).

But it seriously doesn’t matter when you really like someone right. Someone once asked me. “So would you like a fat and ugly girl?”
Well, not at first sight of course. But I wouldn’t rule out that possibility. Love could grow. It is something unexplainable. It’s not even what’s inside of her that’s important. It’s what your heart feels. If you ask if it’s my choice to like someone, I’d say no. Because a choice is something you choose. It’s something my heart chose, and I cannot deny it. It may probably sound stupid to you if you don’t feel like I do, eh?