I've been told, several times,
by no other than the most independent woman I've known, other than my own sister,
(how many times have I said this already?)
that I'm a hopeless romantic.
I think maybe it's because I showed my honest expression
that I couldn't show to anybody
(I know this is not enough as a clarification, Noy)
I mean, to whom would I said comment like,
"I think that sitting side by side in the bus is romantic",
other than myself, if it's not to you, haha
because I know it's a bit, well, too much
But I still think that strolling around the canals (and taking pictures, if you know what I mean) in Utrecht is romantic!
with a side note, pure strolling, without the intention of buying anythings as most of the times we do
And now I feel like giving testimony over something trivial,
of which I personally judge that you will give the same comment,
so I write it here instead
Haha
(I know this is unrelated, but I love this pict, and to show that the sun was amazing!)
It's not that I'm a hopeless romantic,
(and I wouldn't really mind if it's still so)
but it's proven that, many times,
one phone call can really do make a big difference
(and suddenly Spotify plays Charlie Puth - One Call Away, really! haha)
There is this strange flow of energy of getting to 'directly' interact
without giving the time to think about the exact meaning of the text you received
or the meaning behind it, or behind it
(well, maybe a matter of over-thinking also plays an important buffer in this case)
But we do that, don't we?
Analysing the meaning behind a text,
or even just try to understand the feeling behind the text
or the story behind it, or maybe what the writers were doing when he/she wrote it
(please tell me I'm normal even if I do this kind of thing)
And there is this thing about mind that you cannot control, isn't it (or not?)
I mean, even if you determined not to think about something, you will end up thinking about it
Because the act of determination of controlling this thought itself means that you are thinking about it
(or am I too much? is it only me?)
Even if it's a mere insignificant thought,
Even if you try to forget about it,
it's still there
it can linger the whole year
Just like the typical grass you can find at the side of the road
They will be there in all seasons, without your effort to care for them
They just change colours
Maybe you can't really see them in winter
when they were covered by snow
But believe me, they're still there
And why do I suddenly talk about all these insignificant things
when the first intention of writing this post was just to say that I'm happy today!
Haha, zampah banget yha
Anyway
Have a nice day!
Annyeong!
by no other than the most independent woman I've known, other than my own sister,
(how many times have I said this already?)
that I'm a hopeless romantic.
I think maybe it's because I showed my honest expression
that I couldn't show to anybody
(I know this is not enough as a clarification, Noy)
I mean, to whom would I said comment like,
"I think that sitting side by side in the bus is romantic",
other than myself, if it's not to you, haha
because I know it's a bit, well, too much
But I still think that strolling around the canals (and taking pictures, if you know what I mean) in Utrecht is romantic!
with a side note, pure strolling, without the intention of buying anythings as most of the times we do
And now I feel like giving testimony over something trivial,
of which I personally judge that you will give the same comment,
so I write it here instead
Haha
(I know this is unrelated, but I love this pict, and to show that the sun was amazing!)
It's not that I'm a hopeless romantic,
(and I wouldn't really mind if it's still so)
but it's proven that, many times,
one phone call can really do make a big difference
(and suddenly Spotify plays Charlie Puth - One Call Away, really! haha)
There is this strange flow of energy of getting to 'directly' interact
without giving the time to think about the exact meaning of the text you received
or the meaning behind it, or behind it
(well, maybe a matter of over-thinking also plays an important buffer in this case)
But we do that, don't we?
Analysing the meaning behind a text,
or even just try to understand the feeling behind the text
or the story behind it, or maybe what the writers were doing when he/she wrote it
(please tell me I'm normal even if I do this kind of thing)
And there is this thing about mind that you cannot control, isn't it (or not?)
I mean, even if you determined not to think about something, you will end up thinking about it
Because the act of determination of controlling this thought itself means that you are thinking about it
(or am I too much? is it only me?)
Even if it's a mere insignificant thought,
Even if you try to forget about it,
it's still there
it can linger the whole year
Just like the typical grass you can find at the side of the road
They will be there in all seasons, without your effort to care for them
They just change colours
Maybe you can't really see them in winter
when they were covered by snow
But believe me, they're still there
And why do I suddenly talk about all these insignificant things
when the first intention of writing this post was just to say that I'm happy today!
Haha, zampah banget yha
Anyway
Have a nice day!
Annyeong!
