...if you look hard enough, you will see;

a pending-for-ages post, finally up (:

缺陷其实是美丽的, 是自然的美. someone asked me, what happened to the idea of perfection? routinely strived for, I can see why it tantalises and fascinates. but imo, perfection is a myth. let me add, in relation to my first statement, that beauty is independent of perfection (: although secretly we might all want to be the next perlman, or the next nobel laureate in xx subject, if you think about it, perfection is not as important as imperfection (wait, this is not to say that they are humanly almost perfect), in fact imperfection in itself is an art, a perfection. confused yet? :D the misplaced notes, the inkblot on a piece of paper, a carelessly dotted i, a profoundly simple declaration of truth? love? freedom? nothing stands between us and ourselves more than what we want. seems to be rather cynical, but I would exchange a stonecold image for the real-ness, the authenticity, the grittiness of reality. even if results are agonisingly grinded out, circumstances turn out to be scratchy, rough, unrefined, there is an inimitable quality of rawness which I really appreciate sometimes. june hols are ending already, as my dear bro likes to remind me, and along with it a certain conjecture is overturned, for me at least. am moving on and on and on, but hopefully I won't get left behind by the term3/last sem of sch express. will it change your life if I change my mind, will it change your mind when I change my life?

we want more than we can find.