Discriminatory Love

Whoever says love is blind, they must be the ones who are blind. Because in fact, most of times love always involves and requires what the eyes see and brain interprets. That being said, love isn't blind. Love depends on sight. Albeit it's different case for blind people, which there love might require hearing by ears instead of sight by eyes, but at least there love is not deaf either.

Because in the love matter of real world, everything should be first defined by interpretation in accordance with certain parameters; definition comes first, love later. So it's the moment when you've realized by eyes that eye-shape matters, that skin color matters, that face matters, that hair matters, that words in ID Card showing religion affiliation matters, that ethnicity matters, that everything our eyes see then processed in brain then interpreted based on our associated-memories matters. Love is not blind at all that way.

Almost Is Never Enough

Song Title: Almost is Never Enough
Vocal by: Ariana Grande featuring Nathan Skyes

I'd like to say we gave it a try

I'd like to blame it all on life

Maybe we just weren't right, but that's a lie, that's a lie

To The Sea, And Find Out What Your Honest Self Whispers

Taken by my little sister using her new semi-DSLR camera

To the sea, and we'll get surprised of what miracle it gives unto us. We'll be faced to the true self of ours that we've been running away from or we've hidden inside the subconsciousness. The universe will descend itself in the form of touch of nature, of sounds of wind that blows and waves that crash each other. The nature will drag us deeper and deeper, further and further. Before we realize it, we're already stranded in wholly different dimension from we regularly live.

My little sister and I spent new year visiting my little brother who was having his last month of clerkship in an island famous for its nature view of the beach. We didn't really have much of detour for the tourism of the island, though, but the homestay is very near to a beach. This beach, unlike the more well-known beach in that island, was not really crowded and thus we could have more space for ourselves there.

Reblog: This Is How You Almost Date Someone

Reblog from thought catalog
author: Ella Ceron 

We existed in the strange in-between of the possible and the probable. It was in the unsaid, in the expected, in the logical next steps. Our friends accepted it, anticipated it, shook their heads and said, “It’s only a matter of time.” They’d ask sly questions and accuse us outright, and all we ever managed were shy smiles and hopeful maybes. We were almost dating. We almost dated.

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"...being rich ain't what it's cracked up to be. It's just worry and worry, and sweat and sweat, and a-wishing you was dead all time."
—Huckleberry Finn, in The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Mark Twain.

"When one writes a novel about grown people, he knows exactly where to stop — that is, with marriage; but when he writes of juveniles, he must stop where he best can ... Some day it may seem worth while to take up the story of the younger ones again and see what sort of men and women they turned out to be..."
—Mark Twain, in his conclusion of his novel The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.

Age Does Matter

Age does matter

When I can finally understand and tolerate why my parents used to be violent at home when I was small but now they've changed just a lot, becoming wiser and more mature parents. When I can understand that somewhere within parents are also children along with their very own ego; some are independent and free individuals, while some others are spoiled brat, hence it's okay when they make mistakes, just like children. And it's perfectly natural when parents treat the first child differently to second and third ones. And it's not about my parents who have grown up by age. It's about me who used to whine to God why my life was so miserable by such parents but now I change, I've grown up in accordance with age.

Age does matter