Is that you? Gorgeous. I love your eyes and your nose. You should really consider getting a fringe because that would really bring out your eyes. *sounds like gay hairdresser*
I had full bangs during my school girl phase, and they made me look thirteen, which I am sure all the perverts out there loved. Blow drying the whole thing was too much work because my hair is naturally curly. I am toying with the idea of growing it long, and you know, catering to a different set of perverts for a change.
Though I suppose exposing oneself on the internet and using others as attractiveness meter is a sordid kind of perversion in itself. It's stupid I know, but I couldn't resist. I have two faces I feel and the good one often eludes me, especially in pictures.
At least now we can laugh about my neurosis together. *loves you*
I've had short hair for so long that I can't contemplate the idea of long hair being longer than shoulder-length, but I love wavy, curly hair. Don't ever rebond or straighten your hair, girls I've known have done it and it leaves it fried for life.
I usually have one face in photos: my face where I look like I have Down Syndrome. The end. The number of photos I have where my fully exposed, unhidden by any random object face looks good is about under five. But camwhoring is excellent. Now we have a face to your name! Although your name is uh, as far as I know, balonie.
*loves you back!* Neurosis, what neurosis? We're completely normal people.
That's such a pretty name. How do you pronounce it? Does it mean anything? I'm so curious about names, especially atypical non-English names. Like, my full Chinese name means clarity and virtue (HAHA), with this vague reference to clear water (yes, the Chinese can pack a lot of meaning into two characters).
If I were named after my favourite sub, I'd be called Meatball Cheese, which is less than flattering. But being named after deli sandwiches is much more chic.
You pronounce it with emphasis on the second syllable. Equal parts sam and man.
I think there is a hidden destiny to be fulfilled inside each name. Names cast such a shadow on your person that you can’t help but define yourself in accordance or in opposition to them. Every time someone says your name they are imagining you anew.
I am named after a sweet little white flower. It’s a deravatie of Jasmin but more sharp and succinct and somehow not as feminine. It’s a hard name to get right so some people just call me Sam, effectively unlocking the hidden masculinity. My only namesake in classical literature sold herself for three nights of pleasure.
I like the irony locked inside your name. You get to define your own concept of virtue, which frees you from any societal trappings of appropriateness. And clear water, well... isn’t that an obvious reference to female sexualite?
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Though I suppose exposing oneself on the internet and using others as attractiveness meter is a sordid kind of perversion in itself. It's stupid I know, but I couldn't resist. I have two faces I feel and the good one often eludes me, especially in pictures.
At least now we can laugh about my neurosis together. *loves you*
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I usually have one face in photos: my face where I look like I have Down Syndrome. The end. The number of photos I have where my fully exposed, unhidden by any random object face looks good is about under five. But camwhoring is excellent. Now we have a face to your name! Although your name is uh, as far as I know, balonie.
*loves you back!* Neurosis, what neurosis? We're completely normal people.
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Although in case you are curious, my name is Saman in real life.
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If I were named after my favourite sub, I'd be called Meatball Cheese, which is less than flattering. But being named after deli sandwiches is much more chic.
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I think there is a hidden destiny to be fulfilled inside each name. Names cast such a shadow on your person that you can’t help but define yourself in accordance or in opposition to them. Every time someone says your name they are imagining you anew.
I am named after a sweet little white flower. It’s a deravatie of Jasmin but more sharp and succinct and somehow not as feminine. It’s a hard name to get right so some people just call me Sam, effectively unlocking the hidden masculinity. My only namesake in classical literature sold herself for three nights of pleasure.
I like the irony locked inside your name. You get to define your own concept of virtue, which frees you from any societal trappings of appropriateness. And clear water, well... isn’t that an obvious reference to female sexualite?
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