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Toothbrush To The Bicycle Tire

They told me that I was meant for the cleaner life, that you would drag me through the mud. 
They said that you would tread all over me, that they could see right through you, that you were full of hot air, that I would always be chasing, always watching you disappear after sleeker models, that it would be a vicious cycle. 
But I know better. I know about your rough edges and I have seen your perfect curves.
I will fit into whatever spaces you let me. 
If loving you means getting dirty, bring on the grime. I will leave this porcelain home behind. 

I’m used to twice a day relationships but with you, I’ll take all the time. 
And I know we live in different worlds and we’re always really busy, but in my dreams, you spin around me so fast, I always wake up dizzy. 
So maybe one day, you’ll grow tired of the road and roll on back to me. 

And when I blink my eyes into morning, your smile will be the only one I see.”
— “Toothbrush To The Bicycle Tire” by Sarah Kay

Apple's One day shopping event for Chinese New Year

The Year of the Dragon is just around the corner.
Don’t miss the special Apple one-day shopping event on 6 January.
Come to the Apple Online Store this Friday for the special one-day event. You’ll find amazing gifts for everyone. Until then, start browsing the Apple Online Store.
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Go and date a man who doesn’t read

Don’t date the man who reads because he has been waiting his whole life for the girl who does read. He will find her in the corner of a library, or in a crowded café. She may be holding a copy of the latest Murakami novel, or she may not. They will recognize in each other something of a kindred spirit, two lovers of literature in an era of 140-character status updates. She will take a glance at the hardcover tucked under his arm and actually recognize the collection of Chomsky’s essays, rather than pretending to take a cursory interest only to stifle a yawn. He will be impressed by her depth of thought, and her by his passionate humanism. Their romance will be pungent, fiery, sweet, destructive, but never stale. Not content with the humdrum of a nine-to-five corporate position, they will seek to change society rather than be moulded by it. Drawing from each other shared inspiration as well as emotional and intellectual stimulation, their lives will be a shared adventure, greater in length than the Ulysses, more poetic than the Iliad.

Memories

I miss our late night conversations, the one last till 4am in the morning, where I stay on the phone just to hear you moaning in your sleep. I miss your voice. I miss your giggling laughter whenever I make some lame ass joke. I miss how you used to scold me when I make sexist joke. I miss how you used to sulk when I call you a bad driver(you know you are). I miss how we dream of each other and describe it to each other when we meet. I miss how I always try to convince you that we are meant to be. I miss how we fight. I miss how you say goodnight and how much you used to care. I miss those little moment we had, where I'll just fall deep in the depth of the lake which is your dark beautiful (and cute large) eyes. And the thing that makes me miss things the most? The fact that we can never have those things back, ever again. I miss you.