Did you think that I was gonna give it up to you?

Hey lovebirds! So, people listen up. I know it's almost summer (in fact it's starting tomorrow) and I know I used to love summers, but ever since college hits me in the head with a frying pan, I'm starting to think that maybe autumn is the best season of all. I know autumn is lame, and it's the season where people start to think about committing suicide in winter, but autumn is the start of the new academic year, where there's a new batch of juniors, and like I've just spent an excruciatingly long holiday and then I meet my friends again. Fyi, I still have classes during summer now (screw you Short Terms!!!!!) so I'm not sure whether the term "summer holiday" is still for me. Well, this isn't high school anymore, dear me, and welcome to the jungle where everything about you is being redefined.But based on personal experiences, summer leaves. Summer always leaves, and what happens in summer stays there. The things you love during the summer will bid you adieu "Until next time, sweetheart..." and you don't know when that next time is. But just believe, every summer worth your excitement. I wish you all tons of happiness during the summer. Go somewhere exotic, somewhere new or somewhere you've always loved (like Paris, maybe? ;) ) I'd probably still be here on my desk, updating this page and wishing you all forever a nice summer.

May this boat take you somewhere, somewhere that's not here, where you can find yourself some peace. Sure, peace and freedom is lonely. But that somewhere is soon not a dream; it's a reality, and you're going to love it.

Strangled

They always thought that everything is done for me; every single thing that has ever come into our lives. They always thought I was given everything, like everything happened in my favor. They always thought that they give me all the best; exactly what I need and what I want. Truth is, they're always wrong. It was always about them and their massive egos just because they're the ones in power to make it happen. It was always them and what they think. It was always about them and their favors. It was never about me. And they thought I have everything.

À la Before Sunrise

This. This.

Read me something really beautiful, something Haruki Murakami or Orhan Pamuk, in a wet bench on a cloudy Amsterdam day.

Dam Square was not as noisy as it usually is, but there's still the tram.

The youngsters dressed up in hip clothes and goth make up. The American and Canadian tourists taking pictures everywhere and the Asians busy shopping every last cents of Euro they got.

Read me something really beautiful, something Pablo Neruda or Cesare Pavese, on the edge of a fountain where people threw coins for sweet empty wishes, before I get too old and tired and dissolve into a million molecules.

Fairy Tale Does Happen Sometimes

The official wedding photo

"...what's amazing about them is that they love each other because know each other so well. They have been friends in college and for 8 years, and they have been living together in Wales where William serves as Royal Air Force pilot as normal couple. He knows what she looks like first thing in the morning, and she knows how to pick up his socks and his underwear... and today they're getting married in front of millions of people." -BBC

"Nine days ago, while the rest of the world fixated on every last detail of their impending nuptials, Will and Kate took a boat to his mother’s final resting place. The couple spent a quiet day at Lady Di’s remote burial site, and walking the grounds of the nearby arboretum where Will and Harry planted trees alongside their mother as boys. ‘It was very important for William to take Kate to visit his mum just before their wedding day,’ a royal insider told the Daily Mirror. ‘Diana is still a huge part of her boys’ everyday life and always will be.’ This was particularly true today, as William bit his lip nervously, standing at the altar with his bride, just as his mother did on her wedding day. It was a reminder to the millions of viewers who’ve watched the prince become a man, he’s still his mother’s son." -William and Kate Honor Diana's Memory

I have to say I was the one who's shallow enough to give so much shit about the royal wedding. I was so shallow that when Kate made her way down the aisle to the altar, I couldn't breathe. I was so shallow that I smiled wider than William and Kate did when they had the chance to steal a glance at each other. It wasn't even my wedding, and I was beyond ecstatic. I must be so shallow or just plain crazy. By the way, the official wedding photo is so beautiful I could cry. Can you see Disney characters Cinderella's Prince Phillip's balding version marrying Beauty and Beast's Belle?

when someone died, they will be sorely missed. their funerals will be attended by people who really love them or simply respect someone who's related to them. but nobody is as sad as the woman who gave birth to her, who raised her, who spent 25 years besides her, who feed her, who educated her, who saw with all her remaining strength how scary their struggle to live was. this is to my cousin who died 5 days ago. this is to her mother who fought and struggled just as hard as she did;or maybe harder. this is to mothers out there who's so fragile about losing their beloved daughters. this is to the life she left.