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


Yang Ditemukan, Yang Menemukan


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 (4)

If it’s real what I’m feeling
There’s no make believing


As if time being his unusual garrulous self, to speculate, to make her played with her prejudices, so she conjectured he could be off the realm of his whimsical non sense, his played things sensical. He could be in both worlds if it needed be, but he probably went offbeat. It went the reverse to her, now that she realized had been going absurd, she air confidence it supposedly juxtaposed at last.

The thought of many typicals excited her the least, if it meant it would be an abrasive truth, she wasn’t capable of handling the facts revealed itself forthright, in a manner demeaning her had been so compliant devotion towards her heart abound. It was contemptuous for gaining, losing was last entranced her mind. But what could she have done if the destiny displeased of the end? She air frighten but trust her modest yet mean-spirited inner voices.

You could be all the bets, but you stand way aloof, it is like I’m watching myself from afar. It is so polar we are, but so similar.” She reminisced him once played his ace, now it was world-weary, even not per se lost his grace but too cautioned of losing to pretense, to what seemingly resemble in a glimpse. “I don’t believe in forever, everything is evolving, but in you, at least it adds colour. It may stay solid, or by the time sordid.”

She lost counting, not because of bewildered but impassioned as her nuanced mind nitpicked his holy inclination. It left her mentally thunderstruck. How long could a person be so insistently distant himself from spelling the language of profanity? Was his mind too afraid of making a slip? She believed, it was just happen to be bound, but it seemed to her, his obsequious won over, if he ever bent himself, she wouldn’t allow even when she herself wondered.