long ago, when dragons breathe fire, when little fairies and their godmother live happily in a tale instead of tales, there lived a boy, in a place hidden so deep, sheltered and warm, named falling water. and yes, his far uncle was frank lloyd wright.
he lead a very ordinary life. he's happy almost all of the time. and when he's not, he'll watch as the water falls down from his little heaven.
like any other boy, he has his sweetheart, safely protected in his heart.
his world seems so less bitter everytime she turn and throw the sweetest smile on him.
he finally grew up and soon, he was on his way to fulfill his dream. yes, an architect, just like his far uncle.
the story of his life continues as he work in zaha hadid's firm. he had a few downs, a few mountains on his way.
but whenever that happen, he'll look at this
and do this.
and all his troubles seems far, far away.
one fine day, he was invited to a attend a grand ball. so he wore his best suit and off he went.
most of them were enjoying themselves
but some, like himself, were not. he felt the most awkward feeling, attending this ball. he was on his way home later that evening, feeling sorry for himself, until he saw
his sweetheart, wrapped around the code colour of architecture dress came, and dance with him all night.
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they become the cutest parents
and lived their fairytale dream.
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