We are not perfect, so...

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We are not perfect, so....

Last Wednesday night, I was on Yahoo Messenger with three lady bloggers.

One was in KL. One in Arizona USA. One from Dubai.

An idea to write an article from the same topic was thrown into the discussion.

We agreed on two topics to choose from, "He/She/We/It/life.......is not perfect, so......."

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"A celebrity I admire."

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Below is mine.....!!!

Picture courtesy of http://rusdimas.blogspot.com/

We are not perfect, so.....
God created LiL and I with imperfections so that we were 'perfect' for each other!
Since the day we first met, we knew we were not perfect so....

As young adults, we have decided to make up for each other's imperfection. Lil has always been cool and calm, she is the sail and I am the roaring winds, unpredictable and excitable. She spends only what is really needed while I spend to feel needed! She eats to live, and I live to eat. She is a candle in my life....and I have been the gushing winds which sometimes puts the flames off but most time help spread the fire!

She knew from the first time I knocked on her rented flat in Portsmouth, with a red rose in my hand that I was not perfect. The rose was plucked from a neighbour's garden, and I came asking if she had any hot food to share! But let me in she did, and she even offered me a mug of tea and some freshly baked banana cake. She told me later, she took pity after looking how hungry I looked. After I littered my wrinkled shirt and her sofa with crumbs from her cake, she knew that I had more than just a few flaws. A few times while walking to the College's library and I tilted the umbrella we were sharing more towards my side, she reminded me, "You are an example of a man I will not marry."
She went to the library to study, while I was there to be in her company. Such were our imperfections!

Until I approached her to be my friend, she didn't even give me second glance. I was insignificant in her orderly and peaceful life. She told me during one of our rows, that her life was perfect until I came along. Yeaaa riteee!! *rolls eyes* But she understood me well and has given me many a 'second chance'.

During college days, she preferred to stay in her room reading Mills and Boons, roasting chestnuts on the electrical heater, while my energy was overflowing to get up and go!

We are not perfect, so we try harder!
She cooks the meals I like, and I like the meals she cooks.
She laughs at my silly jokes, and I tell silly jokes to make her laugh.
She curses me everytime I fart in her company, and I purposely save my loudest farts until I am in her company. She has her fair shares of imperfection ....hehehe....but they are only meant me. For the world, she is indeed my perfect darling!

She knew long time ago, when we used to jog along the Southsea coastal lanes, that I actually found her imperfection as sweetly chaming.

We are not perfect, so....

We have never expected perfection from our loved ones and from our friends. All our children know they only have to try their best in studies, for we do not expect perfect marks. None of them are perfect sportsmen, but we are happy when they enjoy sports. They are not perfect students, but everyone are trying their best - that is what matters!. And they too realize they have imperfect parents - for their father would happily talk about the birds and the bees with them without flinching an eye-lid. Their mom allows them to eat chocolate in bed and to spend hours on the internet. Such imperfections run in our household, sometimes we are on the verge of chaos!

We are not perfect, so ....

we derive great pleasure from being able to laugh at ourselves!

And yes, we are happy for perfect people to live their perfect lives....so long they don't impose on us to be as perfect as they.