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)

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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The Diary of a Late Bloomer (19)

Spinster 
by Sylvia Plath

Now this particular girl

During a ceremonious April walk

With her latest suitor

Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck

By the birds irregular babel

And the leaves’ litter.

By this tumult afflicted, she

Observed her lover’s gestures unbalance the air,

Her gait stray uneven

Through a rank wilderness of fern and flower.

She judged petals in disarray,

The whole season, sloven.

How she longed for winter then! –

Scrupulously austere in its order

Of white and black

Ice and rock, each sentiment in border,

And heart’s frosty discipline

Exact as a snowflake.

But here – a burgeoning

Unruly enough to pitch her five queenly wits

Into vulgar motley –

A treason not to be borne. Let idiots

Reel giddy in bedlam spring:

Sh was me withdrew neatly.

And round her house she set

Such a barricade of barb and check

Against mutinous weather

As no mere insurgent man could hope to break

With curse, fist, threat

Or love, either.

Nearly 30, Single and Struggling (keep on bragging about it self, like it matters to the world. Can you please stop being so self-centered. Just get a life!). I always thought I was okay of being a spinster (One of the classes I took this semester, “Kajian Sastra dan Budaya Tematis”, assigned us to watch ‘The Bridget Jones Diary’, it is only coincidence that I have, always, been writing a diary of my own being a late bloomer, and Bridget is herself a late bloomer. It only teaches me a lesson, that we should just care about our own pace. I can relate to movie, I can totally feel her to some extent). I’m afraid I’m trying too hard on my battle, but at least I’m trying to get what I want, even if I die trying, at least I make an effort. I don’t like the idea of living a Cinderella story; relying on my prince charming or my knight in shining armor to save me and make my future promising (I know she is not either, she has been an extremely patient girl, she initially only wanted a pair of shoes and a night out. But turned out, she got a prince charming). But I would like to follow her spirit of believing in a dream. Just like what Paulo Coelho says in The Alchemist, “When we really want something, the universe will conspire”. About prince charming, at the end of the day, I just want to spend my remaining days with a guy who does good to my mental well being. Who can be of equal partner in talking about life, love, philosophy, literature, politics and mundanity of daily uproars.

The Diary of a Late Bloomer (16)

In my search for freedom, and peace of mind

I try to leave the memories behind

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Soul Connection
I have this believe, that there is no such a thing as coincidence; each moment is interconnected to one another, it serves a greater purpose, a reason, if we are keen enough to seek the message in disguise of every occasion; either to teach us another lesson or to give us a hunch of what is to come to prevent us from danger. This is what I believe serve me an in disguise message; of my acquintance with this beautiful soul. I rarely opened up that fast to a person, in so instant a period, that’s what I call: soul connection. Because the universe wanted us to know each other, to then make a connection. Whatever later on it is made shape at last, I’m glad I have the chance to know the soul. He changed me to be a better person, and never once in my life I feel so enough of adoring someone, whether or not it is reciprocal is no longer important, because what I gain from knowing him, much precious and greater in replecement of anything or any other acquintance. I knew it from the start, but let’s see how it reveals its meaning by the passing time. 

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We will wait, for our fate

Because nobody owns us, baby