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 (6)

She wasn’t sorry. She was meant for glory.

There’s no make believing
The sound of the wings
Of the flight

, of a dove

“I have been crafting stories of not meant to be, but it is so deceitfully heartwarming. We fall off steps the same gravity, but we hover different skies. I never thought this could be painful, but so painfully exalting. “ She flustered by the thought of enterprising and of expanding, the possibilities were endless but her brazenness so firmly grounded; like it was where it was supposedly cultivated but she knew full well it was to no avail because at last their taken roads were en route to the different brinks: she was of low, he was of high.

She traveled backwards memories, if she were given a chance, if there was anything that could reassure her, she could tell without slightest hint of hesitation. But it could turn upside down, “Why do I have to involve myself in the game if I’m not even qualified for it. We are both of the same moral compass, but of different intensity, quite significantly.” She throwed up the sponge at last, “Juliet is just plain gullible, and Romeo is only taking her love for granted, he knew she could turn him into a romantic hero.” She continued rewinding the scenes, for insofar as her scattered brain always failed to count, had been of great nursery ryhmes. She acted out a foil to his being a statue, she chose to believe to have been trapped in his luminous nobility.

At least, she could nail an “Ozymandiaz” dignity and wore proud her tranquil composure as she refused to have been carried into his bandwagon, “I’m not drown, if seemingly so, I can’t swim at the first place and I’m a coward.” She abhorred from her possible deteriorated ends, if entitled to account for her adjourning. In remembrance, she found herself but left frantic.