Sunday, May 27, 2012

There is Only One Tree Hill


One Tree Hill takes an enormous place in my heart, that is irreplaceable and will forever be the light that ignite my bones. Every now and then, there are hard times coming onto my life and I thought to myself, "What would Brooke Davis do?" I've just finished the last season, and above is Gavin DeGraw performing the song that has been the show's trademark soundtrack, and the only thing missing from their last season is Peyton Sawyer. Well, but still, they do know how to throw a farewell. I cannot write a long, beautiful post to describe what it means to see them getting their happy ending. There isn't a word that I know that can help me to define it. So, here's to a long 9 years of moving, inspiring series. Thanks for giving TV a meaning. Good night, One Tree Hill.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Maybe there’s a universe where that’s the life I want. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

I live for the summer

Let's go, baby

I wonder if you've ever felt this way. Like you're living in a tiny world it's sickening? You know exactly what the people in it is doing, you know what they'll say when you walk past them in the street, and you know when they're wearing new clothes? When you close your eyes, it's this place that first come into your mind, and not much else. You feel like you live in a birdcage, and everything is so predictable, it's too comfortable, and unbelievably... mundane. That is my cue to having a holiday. I don't care if next week is my final exam. I don't give a fuck about whatever it is I suppose to give a fuck to. I used to worry about the big things, like graduating soon or some fucked-up, boring thoughts like that. But I guess I grew up, and so fed up with lots of self-deprecating shit I bring to myself, and now I stopped worrying. Worrying is a waste of the limited time we have in life, and now I realize, that more than anything, I don't wanna grow up to be the kind of boring, small-minded person that I could be had I not known to help myself. I used to be very ambitious that I forget to enjoy all the luxury of life that I could have. But that's about to change now, and I don't even consider taking summer class. So here's what I suggest we do: Change a lifestyle. Do small things that make you happy. Find yourself before somebody else does. And as of for me, I'd do anything, even if it means doing it alone. Have a good summer. Go somewhere exotic. Put the pictures in Facebook and make people talk about your Roman holiday. Spam your friends' Twitter timeline with them. Let them envy you. You will never get any younger than who you are today. So live it. 

Sunday, May 6, 2012

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness


Don't believe people. Not when they're newer than your Converse shoes. Not when they're currently closer than your mother. Not when they write to you more intensely than your childhood best friend. Not when the love can be more platonic than romantic. Not if, they show you the slightest bit of affection simply because they want so much more from you in return. Don't confuse love with madness. Don't fall in love because you want to. Don't. 

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Helena Bonham Carter


Now this, is the woman we must all look up to