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her royal majesty says that his royal highness is being too picky. in her royal opinion, she thinks that he should lower his standards. in other words, she thinks he has too high a taste which he begs to differ.

the boys wonders. one claimed that his royalness’ always surrounded with girls. hence, by the almighty power of statistics, his highness should have a indefinitely higher probability of scoring. thus, they just couldn’t understand why…

mr. imagination thinks his royalness has everything in him that qualifies. provided he learns to just forget about some ancient stuff and go for it. he assumes he knows stuff. rather, he thinks too much.

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at a gathering, his highness once said:-

who we like, and who we love are not the same person.

every other time, we think we like someone. that’s really because they look really hot and attractive to us . otherwise, they look interesting to us. in other words, SCREAM physical attributes. SCREAM ideal standards. so that’s about it for who we like.

who we love would probably be someone who ain’t really that attractive or hot in accord to our ideal standards. that means we look beyond them and drool less at their physical attributes (nevertheless, we still wanna drool). but overtime, as we get to know them, their loveliness and intelligence (brain, mind) outshine who we like. coupled with the increasing interesting factor. that’s who we will love.

who we care about is probably the hardest and toughest for most to be aware of. only in times of extreme need would we probably ever know. still, in general it’s people we probably love. it’s complicated to understand and even explain. it’s a feeling. besides, we might not care a lot for who we like. for instances, one can really like someone, drool a lot, yet are not really bother when they disappeared for a while. let’s visualize an eye candy. we drool and get stunned stupid when we see them. when we don’t see them for a while, we whine a little. and that’s that. cos we don’t really care a lot.

more often than not, we tend to care more about the ones we love. let’s say you love your parents. you don’t see them in while (probably due to other commitments), you are pretty much concern about them. that’s who we love. for other examples that we related to girls… use your own imagination.

simply said, we like to look at, think about, ponder upon who we like. we love to be with who we love, and we care about the weirdest and strangest lives.

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in another gathering, as a light conversation starter, his highness asked everyone presented a question. it was a topic that got everyone really excited and off hand. well, every man likes to talk about stuffs that revolves around girls or women.

the question simply was:-

eh… which types of girls you all like ah?

the real underlying question was really wondering who would answer the question to the true bearings of what his highness intended to ask. he was hoping to steer the conversation to who they would learn to love. which of course didn’t really happen. being predators, it drifted pretty much to our ideal standards, who we prefer etc etc. then again, everyone here reading this entry knows ideals don’t happen right? unless you happen to be really lucky or you did a bargain with the devil (who happens to be a good friend of his royal highness).

still, his royalness managed to scrape some answers. they included:-

• the sunshine sporty types of girls (which the table of boys twisted to over muscular body builders)
• the intelligent looking types, the goodie-two-shoes type (which one of the boys said we would never see, cos they are all hiding at home… –> which is true)
• the big eyes doll types
• the tall, lean OL (office lady) type
• the cannot-be-taller than me types

well, it’s the same few answers that we hear often that has roots relating to human physical attributes.

but alas, there was one answer of the many that really caught his royal note. it went something like this, or at least along the lines:-

i wouldn’t really know who i’ll love. i’ll know then i meet her (regardless of how she looks like). i mean, you won’t know

and that was the only answer that his highness approved wholeheartedly. the willingness to set no standards till the one is meet.

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his highness?

he simply gave an example of an artist without much details on who he would like. make a guess

and yes, who he likes and love are different.

and that is a HUGE problem. conflicting.

period.