On Dating a Young Gem

An illustrator Cassandra Calin (@cassandracalin) makes a comic-strip illustrations on her perspective to those happen to date a younger gem. It is dead hilarious. Age shouldn’t be a boundary when it comes to love. See, Song Joong Ki and Song Hye Kyo with the their future “Descendant of the Song” could make a match made in heaven despite the fact Joong Ki being 5 years younger than her? Age doesn’t guarantee maturity. Indeed.

Here are some illustrations to portray what will probably happen if we date a guy of younger age (I personally agree with all the illustrations because I have experienced it first hand. It can be frustrating at times. Especially when you are a loooooot older. It is like we are going nowhere. Dear God, please, If you give me a chance to get over THIS guy at the very last, let me fall in love with someone who is older than me.)

1. Senior high school time is an ancient memories for us, while for the boy, it could probably just last year; when realization strikes, you feel like reality face slapping hard on your face and says to you at face value, “girl, you are THAT old.”

2. Oftentimes, you confuse yourself. So, who is actually older? When you inner childlike is in active mode.

3. Well, it is beside the point of the hearsay that will probably judge you for exploiting an under age; that’s even worse.

4. But still, no matter how hard he tries to play act mature beyond his age, reality beats him down, sometimes.

5. When he tries to tease you for being childish, you will go baby even more; and make shame of your age.

6. The more he tries to play act mature, the more it shows his age can not lie

Original source: 6 illustrasi

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Yang Ditemukan, Yang Menemukan

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Ada ruang hatiku yang kau temukan
Sempat aku lupakan kini kau sentuh Aku bukan jatuh cinta namun aku jatuh hati


Dia memahami bahasa kalbuku, dia yang mampu melukis rindu meskipun terkadang menyisa hanya pilu dan sendu. Dia yang memikatku dengan mata hatinya, menafsir dunia dalam bingkainya, dia yang mengikatku dengan tanyanya dari kesan yang tercerap jiwa. Yang lantas aku tak menahu harus seperti apa dan menjadi apa hingga aku hanya pasrah menanti alur sembari meyakini yang tersurat tidak mungkin memungkiri. ‘Jangan cepat berlalu, sebelum aku menyelesaikannya dalam cerita, tetaplah disana! Dan aku rela terbawa angan untuk sementara.”


Ku terpikat pada tuturmu, aku tersihir jiwamu
Terkagum pada pandangmu, caramu melihat dunia
Kuharap kau tahu bahwa ku terinspirasi hatimu
Ku tak harus memilikimu, tapi bolehkah ku selalu di dekatmu?


Semuanya bermula, dan aku ingin merangkainya dalam kata tentang kita. Akan kupastikan tidak akan terlewat yang membuatku terpana karena menyebabkan mengapa yang kini aku rasa dan membuatmu berbeda. Dan aku ingin kau tahu pada saatnya nanti, entah melalui waktu atau tersampaikan dalam diamnya rindu, pendarmu yang begitu menghangatkan, aku tertawan impresi tentangmu.“Terima kasih untuk menemukanku, untuk pernah hadir dan sepintas menyapaku! Aku mencintaimu, seadanya kamu, bukan selebihmu.”


Katanya cinta, memang banyak bentuknya
Ku tahu pasti sungguh aku jatuh hati

Song of Solitude (2)


If the world isn’t turning
Your heart won’t return
Anyone, anything, anyhow

She wandered aimlessly and wondered the beauty of seemingly pleading for attention night, in her cubicle, statued. The last time she felt so unsteady was when he left her without goodbye. He didn’t return the hello she once gave to him. But it was a nuance, now she buried it in her brain ‘ancient’ part. It was almost surreal to her. It was the evident epitome of guilty pleasure. She pondered, pondered hard, it should be her mind controlling her heart. She laughed at herself, hard enough to make her fall off from the chair, if so made believe. He played out a great protector. The sky was empty from the window peek. The Romeo probably forgot he had to greet her or got lost in his way of meeting her. And there she waited, waited endlessly, hopelessly and helplessly. The sky wasn’t any better consolation, served her no consolidation. If anything, mourn intensified. She let loose of what supposedly detached. But she couldn’t seem to do it with the soul she had been standing staring the gloomy skies so hazily, so keenly for. She waited and waited still, “Romeo must be so preoccupied.”