#‘parting is such sweet sorrow. bla. bla. bla’

[hopecomesbacktolife]

someday I am going to embroider the entirety of “come huddle with us” and it will be amazing and weird (at last, weird at last)

[justgenshinstuf]

Hi! If you're still free for requests, I'd love a continuation of the exploring dragonspine hcs, for (uhhh everyone but let's say) Mona, Diona, Lisa and our new boy Xiao - Anon from the last ask 💛

Yay! Thank you for your request and here you go <3

(for other parts check the “exploring dragonspine” tag)

Exploring Dragonspine pt.3

Mona

She hates every second of it.

In no way is she adapted to such cold. Her outfit obviously is not acceptable for this kind of weather, so she has to wear an ugly big coat provided to her by the Adventurer’s Guild.

She also lacks nutrition, considering her limited diet. Some basic food is obviously provided by the guild too, but eating some dried meat and goulash after weeks and weeks of salads is a deadly strike for your stomach.

And when you are hungry even a simple gust of wind can chill you to the bone, and long mountain camping becomes unbearable on a physical level.

The result is she usually whines and complains a lot. Probably even too much, considering all the problems can and should be solved, but experience is just overall unpleasant. She never gives up though or even falls behind. It’s like she can get fuelled by the irritation alone.

What’s worse, she can in no way carry out her astrological readings. It’s usually too cloudy to see the sky during the night and that’s when you don’t stay in some cave. And in the blizzard it’s often impossible to make out the person standing next to you let alone the stars.

On the sunny days when all is seemingly fine the problem is finding water that hasn’t turned into muddy blocks of ice. But if Mona gets lucky to find a running mountain river or even a small melted puddle it’s truly worth it. She says herself that the pure waters of melted snow are optimal for hydromancy, that’s how it’s done the old-school style.

She finds her new motivation in desire to reach the mountain top. To be able to carry out a long deep reading being so much closer to the stars. For her this experience is worth the suffering.

Diona

Being the one to usually complain about anything and everything Diona surprisingly loves the snow.

It’s usually hard to get her so openly excited about something, but snow crunching under the boots and puffy snowflakes slowly falling from the sky do the trick. It’s like she finally lets herself act like a kid.

She is not afraid of the wilderness of these places at all, her cat instincts fully sharpened, little cat-ears twitching at every suspicious sound. Her survival skills are something to learn from truly.

Snow storms ruin the experience though. Diona is not comfortable hiding in some stupid cold cave for long, so if the blizzard calms down by the nighttime she will insist on moving out and continuing the expedition.

Thankfully she can be a decent guide, using her night-vision. “Haha, primitive ones, you can’t even see in the dark!”

As you can guess, this plan doesn’t work for everyone. And if you don’t want to wander around in complete darkness led astray by the wind and snow, paralysed by sheer cold eating you up from the toes, relying solely on a fussy tiny cat-girl, for SOME strange reason that is TOTALLY NOT obvious, there is a way around it.

It’s possible to calm Diona’s temper a bit by simply making her stay by the fireplace for some time. Add some warm drinks or even milk and some casual hugs and Diona will calmly dose off for a few hours.

How to wake her up to go into the windy nightmare of a trip again? Well, you will have to find that out for yourself. A little tip - Diona actually likes to be carried around (but don’t we all?).

At times, when she gets too tired of trying to keep up with the rest, mind you, much taller teammates, she can simply jump up on your back, no questions asked. So be ready to look out for the claws.

Cats will always be cats.

Lisa

Lisa is probably the least outdoorsy person you can imagine. The fact she agrees to go out of her cosy library is a miracle on itself, but Dragonspine? No one will believe you if you tell this.

The truth is, she has a certain private interest in that place, that she wouldn’t reveal this easily. Maybe it’s something about the ruins of an ancient city buried under the snow and the relics it’s inhabitants left behind? Or maybe it has something to do with Durin’s remains and Albedo’s research? As Lisa likes to say herself: “Every woman has a secret”.

An unaware bystander may get a heart-attack seeing Lisa rock her usual outfit in this weather, walking around effortlessly in high-heals like she’s flowing above the snow. The trick is actually pretty simple, she wears a tiny warming Seelie captured in a little bottle as a necklace.

Being both the laziest and the smartest person in Mondstadt, she finds all kinds of clever ways to ‘cheat the system’. For her, creating some obscure method of battling cold on the go is always a better option than prolonging the trip even for a minute.

Warming potions, gliding potions, energy potions, fire potions, anything you can think of Lisa has a potion for. And even if she doesn’t, it takes her a few minutes max to come up with the solution. “The sooner we’re done, the sooner we come back. I’m not planning to miss my five o’clock tea.”

If you encounter a puzzle, Liza will solve it for you almost instantly. While you waste your time and warmth looking through old books in desperate need to translate some runes or pace around searching for some clues, all the doors open before Lisa and all the magic barriers fall.

It kind of steals the excitement of riddles, so if you like, she might let you solve it yourself from time to time, just don’t make her wait for too long.

She prefers to keep her usual laidback attitude, avoid unnecessary battles, act efficiently and not waste her energy on something not worth her attention. However her maximum productivity is reached when it’s time to return back home from the expedition.

Lisa can actually just use one of her magic tricks to teleport back to the library almost instantly, but it takes a bit too much energy even for such a skilled mage. Besides, she would never leave her sweet little apprentice all alone.

Xiao

One may say he looks too displeased and totally unhappy to be here but you are well familiar with Xiao to know that’s just his resting face.

He is not concerned by the weather conditions in the slightest, not the rain, not the wind, not the sheer cold. It may seem it gets to him at times. “It’s not. Only mortals can be affected by such minor inconveniences”.

He stays as distant as always, following you on the nearest mountain side or silently dashing through the tops of the trees. Sometimes you can’t even see him, but can always feel his presence.

Xiao patiently keeps the watch during nights, hiding somewhere in the darkness by himself. He never joins you or even enters your tent or a cave you chose to stay in unless you specifically ask him too.

Peeking at him from behind while Xiao sits silently by the fire you can sometimes catch a glimpse of him enjoying the warmth and sound of wood slightly cracking.

He never shows his emotions, nor would he admit to have any in the first place. But sometimes he goes deep into his thoughts, looking around the snowy peaks, listens closely to the wind.

Is it sorrow in his eyes? Or maybe longing? Nostalgia? Is he thinking about some long-lost friend? Just don’t let him catch you staring or he will surely disappear again, looking over you from somewhere you can’t see.

“I have no interest in this place. I’m only escorting you on your quest, so don’t even think about asking questions.”

If you try throw a snowball at him, it might end poorly for you. Better try to explain the concept to him first, that is if you care to have your arm intact. He will claim to have no time for such silly things and the usual bla bla serious adepti stupid mortals kind of deal. But if you still want to start a snowball fight be ready for a snowball war, or even a snowball death.

“You are too carefree. Unlike for me, this place can be very dangerous for you. You don’t want to know about all the dark entities hiding below the snow and ice of this place, it bares many secrets and many lost souls. That’s why I’m here. To protect you”.

[paodequeijofeliz-blog]

Let me tell you a good story

Bloodbound Fanfiction (characters and main story belongs to Pixelberry Studios).

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed and MC (Annie)

Information:  this takes place after Bloodbound 3, here I’m recreating how Kamilah and MC would meet if she had never gone to Raines Corporation right away.

Summary: Thirty years after meeting Annie for the first time, Kamilah is now a wife and a mother. During a regular family dinner, she decides to tell her daughter and their new son-in-law the story of how she fell in love with Annie after an unusual meeting through the hallways of NYU.

Warnings: none.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Let me tell you a good story - Part 4

March 2nd, 2048.

           “Do not laugh”. – Anna pointed a finger at Drake. – “I was still confused.”

           “Not laughing, I swear. It is completely reasonable that you thought she worked for Ms. Sayeed.” He nervously took a long gulp of soda.

           Kamilah was taping her fingers on the table, a sweet melody playing in her head. Nothing could disturb her peaceful life anymore. She was sitting by a beautiful wife, someone who still held her heart. In front of them, there was the most intelligent and sweet child in the world, named after Kamilah’s brother Lysimachus. Even Drake, the goofy human, was a delight company. He was the perfect balance for Lysia’s seriousness.

           “Are you ok?” Annie’s touch woke her up.

           “I’m perfect. Why don’t you go fetch the dessert while I continue for a while? I left a surprise for you in the microwave.”

           Anna jumped into the kitchen with impressionable speed. If there was one thing she loved, that was Kamilah’s volcano chocolate cake, a masterpiece perfected over years and years of repeatedly baking it.

           “Child.” Both Lysia and Kamilah said at the same time when they saw Annie’s reaction.

           “You know, it creeps me out when you two do that.” Drake scratched his arm, having goosebumps.

           “You should see when they fight!!” Anna yelled from the kitchen. “It’s like watching a couple of clones!”

           They were interrupted by someone opening the door. The flash of a sparkle on Lysia’s face told Kamilah who the person was faster than anything else. The human girl opened the biggest smile she could, but remained sat on the chair, not even losing her posture.

           “Uncle Adrian!”

           “Hi, sweetie. I’m sorry to be late, there was an emergency to solve.” He placed a soft kiss on Lysia’s forehead before shaking Drake’s hands and smiling at Kamilah. “Am I interrupting?”

           “Not at all. We were talking about the past. Actually, little brother, you arrived at the perfect moment. Now you can help me remember this part of the story.”

           “Which story?”

           “Ti storu uf ru we fil in luv.” Anna came back carrying the cake, a big piece of it already missing. Her face had chocolate all over the mouth, nose, and chin.

           Kamilah sighed. At this point, there was no need for translation anymore. Adrian only laughed and carried on. “The story of how you two fell in love? Oh, boy. Rough times. You think Kamilah is a tense person? Should’ve seen her realizing her feelings for Annie. I thought New York wouldn’t survive it.”

           “Adrian, why don’t you continue for us? We were just getting to the part you entered the story.” The vampire queen said over the table while cleaning Annie’s face with a napkin. “And you, behave. The last time you ate so much chocolate, you cried for the entire night with a stomach-ache.”

           “Yu crid the whole niti withy stumachache, bla bla bla” she mocked her wife, taking another big bite of dessert. Kamilah solemnly ignored this part.  

           “Ok, ok. Let’s see… So, after that dinner and the job proposition, Kamilah wanted to either kill or kiss Annie, it was still unclear.”

           “Hmm, both.” Answered Kamilah, watching her wife out of the corner of the eye.

 August 29th, 2018

           The sky was already dark.

           The sky is always dark when Kamilah is looking through the window. The same old dark sky she had seen for years. But, tonight, something feels different. The sight that usually calms her down, the peaceful shade of black marked by the city lights, it was suddenly not enough. There was an irritation growing inside her chest, heavy and dangerous like a bomb ready to explode. The reason of it was worse than the feeling itself. She had felt anger many times before, with better motives. Right now, Kamilah knew deep down it was stupid to be so bothered by something that small. Finally, not being able to stand her own company anymore, her fingers called the same number it always does at moments like this.

           “Hey.” Adrian’s voice surged on the other side of the line.

           “Why hasn’t she given us an answer yet?”

           “What? Who?”

           Kamilah sighed. She was so tired. Angry. Frustrated. “Why hasn’t that mewling tiny stupid woman answered our business proposal? It has been a week, Adrian. There’s a limit for my patience. I don’t have time for this.”

           “Hm, you’re mad.” He just acknowledged it, his voice a little surprised. “I didn’t know this matter to be so urgent. In fact, I remember vividly that you were the one saying not to rush things when I suggested hiring a historian. She must have given you quite the impression to make you so eager to close the deal.”

           She snorted, and Adrian was sure her eyes rolled as well. “It’s not about her. It could be anyone. I just want to put things in motion.”

           “Right.” He didn’t buy it. “Well, my friend, then I’m going to tell you the options we have, since you clearly won’t quiet down until something is done.”

           Kamilah fixed her posture immediately, ready to jump into a plan.

           “Fist: you can call one of the historians on the list I sent to you last month. Call all the fifteen options, if it suits better. They were all graduated in high profile universities and sustain the best curriculums in the country.” Adrian gave it a second of silence, and since she didn’t make a sound, he continued. “Second: throw away the idea of working with one of them and just make a deal with one of us. I don’t know any of our group who is a historian, but most of them know a lot about the past and maybe will even understand the mission better than an outsider.”

           Silence again. And then, the distant sound of Kamilah’s high heels hitting the floor, like she was impatiently trembling her leg. Adrian knew that sign. It meant none of the options were good enough for her. “Or… Third: if you do believe she’s worth it, you can always go over there and demand an answer.”

           Her eyes widened.  

           “Can I do that?”

           “Sure.” He laughed. “As long as you don’t hurt, yell or kill the poor woman.”

           That was it. The solution. She wanted the mission to start already, and if Kamilah wanted anything, no one could stop her from getting it. Much less a professor who hadn’t done the courtesy of giving a simple answer. After a couple minutes, the Egyptian found Anna’s address on the university website and head there without thinking twice. In a blink, she was already ringing the intercom, but it seemed to not be working.

           “Kamilah?” Annie was dangerously leaning on the window. “What are you doing here?”

           “We need to talk. Open the door.”

           The grumpy and ordering tone made Anna frown, but she didn’t argue. From the street, the Egyptian could hear her mumbling things in Portuguese while getting down the stairs. Even though Kamilah couldn’t understand it, she was sure it was cursing. Without saying a word to each other, they climbed the stairs to the third floor. Annie’s place was thoroughly clean and covered with the pleasant scent of vanilla. A mess of books and papers had taken over the living room, where a dining table was set: a dish with a weird sandwich, a glass of cheap wine and an opened notebook. It looked like she was working late.

           “Take a sit. Do you want to drink something? I’ve got wine, rum, whisky, gin, coffee… Water.” The sweet tone on her voice disarmed Kamilah for just a second. The professor seemed extremely tired, but even like this, she wasn’t able to be rude.

           “No, I… I’m fine. Thank you.”

           “What happened?”

           Kamilah’s arms crossed over her breasts. That confused look on Annie’s face was genuine. How could she not know why Kamilah was there? That was the last drop. It unlocked all the irritation that had been burning on the Egyptian’s chest for days. “Did you hit your head recently? Or do you suffer from diseases such as Alzheimer?”

           “Wh…What? I… No…”

           “Why the hell do you think I am here, Ms. Mali? Do you believe I am a woman who has the time to sit around waiting for you to make a simple decision? To answer a yes or no question? Look at me. Do not stare at the floor. Raise your eyes.” Kamilah approached her with such a fast movement, Annie barely saw it happening. In a second, she was standing before her, lifting the professor’s chin to make their eyes meet. “It is not polite to just disappear once a business proposal is showed to you. I do not tolerate this kind of behaviour. If you’re too much of a child yet, then maybe we were wrong to approach you in the first place.”

           Anna didn’t stop her. Didn’t move either. Kamilah saw something growing on the professor’s face, some sort of weakness she wasn’t expecting to find. Her expression was flickering between insecurity and sadness. Finally, an answer came.

           “I can’t stay.” A whisper. The palpable shame in her tone. “I’m leaving.”

            “What do you mean by that?”

           “I mean… I got fired. I’m leaving the country. I’m sorry.” She shrunk her shoulders. Somehow, the woman was getting smaller. More fragile. “It happened on Saturday morning, right after that dinner. I know it’s no excuse and should’ve called you sooner. I’m really sorry. I just thought that now that I’m no longer related to the NYU, my name and reputation wouldn’t be of any value to you. I guess… I was embarrassed to let you know and go through the whole ‘well, then we don’t want you anymore’ conversation. Either way, I am sorry. For not answering, for making you come here, for everything.”

           Kamilah was not at all prepared for this. She went from almost tearing the professor’s throat opened to drowning inside her sorrow and beautiful features. Without much thinking, the Egyptian brushed some hair behind Annie’s ears in a soft movement.

           “Are you leaving the country because of visa issues?”

           “Yes. Not the main reason though… Even if they granted me a permanent visa, I don’t have money to stay. I was a recent teacher at NYU, my payment wasn’t that high and most of it went to cover the costs of the postdoctoral course. Now I’m trying to finish some papers quickly and I still need to buy the plane tickets.”

           “I don’t care about NYU.”

           Annie’s eyes came back to Kamilah only to find an unreadable face. “What?”

           “It’s not relevant if you’re related or not to a University. That doesn’t change my stand.”

           “But…”

           “We still want you.”

           The professor was speechless, staring in disbelief.

           “Answer me, Annie. Will you accept the proposal?”

           Kamilah’s arms uncrossed and her hands went to rest on the hips. She saw a thousand of emotions running through the professor’s eyes in a second.

          “What about my visa?”

         “Not a problem I can’t solve. As for the money part… Adrian will discuss this with you. He’s responsible for the bureaucracies. But I can guarantee, regardless of how the conversation goes, it’s going to be way more than what NYU was paying. So, there won’t remain any obstacles forcing you to leave.”

         Anna smiled. Not because of the money. She just noticed that Kamilah had come in person not to fight, but to persuade her to say yes. That made her wonder what the Egyptian’s thoughts were right now. “I did answer, you know. When I got home, after dinner.”

        “Oh?”

       She pointed at the computer on the desk. “It’s in the draft emails part. I was going to send it on Monday morning.”

       Kamilah arched one eyebrow. “And what was the answer?”

       Instead of giving her the pleasure to hear it, Annie decided to contour the table and send the draft email that was waiting there all along. Inside Kamilah’s pocket, her cell phone immediately buzzed. She gave it a quick glance before smiling and walking towards the door.

        “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Ms. Mali. Don’t be late.”

[burlybeardlord]

Red as fire, red as roses

Summary: Winona enters the Constant and meets somebody familiar.

Angst, sorrow; mentions of fires, burning, and death.

The world smells wrong. Grass and earth waft around instead of the detergent Winona washed her sheets with last night.

The world sounds wrong. Birds chirp, crystal clear in the air where there should be the humming of cars outside, the hammering of metal.

The sun is directly shining into her face which is impossible. The sun never shines through the windows of her little flat above the garage.

Outside.

Winona tries to crack her eyes open, but a weakness in her tingling limbs like no other holds her down more surely than any barbed irons bolts could. So she just can breathe and feel and try to understand what is going on. If the boys have pulled another prank…

Oh God, what is this-

She doesn’t believe in God, but old habits die hard, and this one warrants such an exclamation even if she can’t speak.

Because where there’s air, there’s suddenly not any of it anymore. Just pressure like from a giant weight that wants to crush her flat. She can’t breathe, fingers digging into the soil as she clings to sanity, because she can’t see, can’t hear, and the roaring inside her ears threatens to push her heart to jackhammer out of her chest.

But- But there’s no smoke. Just the overpowering scent of roses that has stolen the air which just doesn’t make any lick of sense.

“Say…”

Winona can’t lock up when she’s already frozen. This is a nightmare. A hallucination. She must’ve breathed in some fumes. She’s been on the boys’ cases for ages to finally buy new pipes so they can replace the faulty heating system, but they just don’t listen.

She listens. She listens to the voice that is crystal clear even as the fire’s roaring climbs into her brain.

“You don’t look so good, wouldn’t you say?” A dainty chuckle, perfectly polished to smoothness like marble and just as heavy. Flames crackle around that voice in the darkness. It crackles as bodiless, too pale hands fix a fancy hat with a crimson feather- an image that her addled brain imagines up in her death throes while her body is burning in Mr. Wagstaff’s office. “I’ve always wanted to say that but I didn’t get the chance before you entered. Everybody else has heard it countless times before.”

Grass crunches - or does it crackle? The pressure increases with the presence’s approach. Winona’s yell stays trapped in her throat. She’s forgotten what she wanted to yell, anyway.

“There’s also a second part, you know? Because there are two things certain here in the Constant.”

Fingers reach down, and she wants to grab them, to never let go in this mad fever dream, and how the boys would stare if they saw her now, but she can’t lose her again-

The scent crashes over Winona with its sickly sweetness that her stomach bucks up.

Oh God, she’s going to heave- She’s never understood the appeal of perfumes, especially those smelly ones that make her throat itch, but the rose perfume her sister uses carefully is nice- She holds her stomach, torn between pride, amusement, and nausea as her little sister fusses over her, apologizing for punching her so hard, and Winona starts laughing because that’s what she gets for underestimating her-

She gasps. Why is she remembering this?

-there’s no place it can go, she can’t roll on her side, she can’t hold it, she’ll choke on it- “Hey sis, wanna watch me shove that ham in one bite into my mouth?” she mumbles to her sister’s snorts who curls over another of those theater books as she laughs at Winona's stuffed-full cheeks-

She grasps at the memory but it blazes away as the pain-heat-pressure covers everything.

-this is like in the factory, she’s got to leave, she’s got to- The factory’s / San Francisco’s charred skeleton rises against the smoke-drenched dawn. So many dead, so many bodies litter everything - this place houses her colleagues, her friends’ / her family’s bones-

Fire destroys everything she loves, be the flames red or black.

-she can’t breathe, why can’t she get any air- The very air is burning away. She pants through the ripped curtain in front of her mouth, lungs aching, the heat blasting her skin even through the wetness. Smoke chokes everything, wrapping around her like the screaming as she staggers, stays away from the railing glowing white hot or the beams that are starting to go black. People continue screaming in the distance, and she scrunches her eyes shut as vertigo wants to swallow her whole. She can’t find Mr. Wagstaff, can’t find the inspector, can’t find anybody of her crew, just like nobody found-

Why is she here? She knows something happened, that she did something but it’s

-wrong, wrong, wrong wrong wrong WRONG, what is HAPPENING, IT’S WRONG- Disembodied hands. Beckoning, demanding, taking. Struggling against an inescapable grip, losing her wrench, her screams go unheard as the shadows pull her under-

ThE qUeEn WaNtS yOu

-it’s too much, it’s too much, it hurts, make it stop, it hurts too much, please make it stop, it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts- ithurtshurtshurtshurtshurtspleasemakeitstopmakeitstopmakeitstopstopstopstOP, please CHAR-

Everything stops. The sun is still shining onto her closed eyes.

“You go hungry, you starve, you die. Or you are caught in the darkness.” The voice carries on from where she left off before, the words left unsaid carrying a threat that needs to be heeded. “So you better find something to eat before night falls.”

The feather bobs, glinting red, wet.

“Mmmhh, I might have to revise this one.”

The voice glides away. It feels like relief that she’ll be gone; it feels like despair that she’ll be gone again.

“For all his hubris, he does have a knack for spiffy lines. But I’d hate to copy him.”

Air is displaced as the pressure jumps high again, whether from that hate or because she looks towards Winona. How she knows, she can’t tell.

“My advice stands. It’s better that you find some food before it gets dark. Find materials to light a fire or a torch. Oh, and do get comfortable, find some company. You will be here for a long while.”

I have plans with all of you.

Those words press like a seal onto her mind. When they retreat, they leave an indent that vanishes from her memory the moment the presence leaves the area and Winona numb on the grass.

Winona’s eyes open, staring at the sun emptily. The birds chirp as if they never stopped - maybe they didn’t. She breathes, long and deep and calm as if the pressure has never been there. The edge of hunger niggles distantly at her, too small to be a bother now, but steadily growing. Somehow she knows it’ll quickly become a problem.

When she rolls to the side, a meadow opens in front of her. There’s a flower a few inches away from her face. The flower isn’t a rose.

Its shape blurs into a red blob as her face grows hot and uncomfortable.

[tasphilclass-blog]

Western Philosophy for life!  by Uyen Ngo

I bet you all will think that I choose Eastern philosophy just because I’m Asian, right? Jesus Christ, PLEASE DON’T BE A STEREOTYPE, OK!!!!! Even though I’m 100% Asian (no doubts), I still believe that Western philosophy is better than Eastern philosophy. Don’t get me wrong, I'm not trying to be a racist or become an anti-fan of Eastern philosophy. It’s just because I will have a wiser, less sorrowful life based on Western philosophy. Here are the reasons why I trust it so much!

First, let’s talk about how this philosophy teaches you to overcome your sadness. One of the philosophers, named Seneca, answered this question: “What need is there to weep over parts of life?” By saying “The whole of it calls for tears.” He might act like he depressed y'all but actually, he didn’t! This statement basically means that you have to get over your own depression by yourself instead of being cheered up by someone. Honey, that’s freaking true! You don’t believe!? Ok, I gonna take myself as an example. In grade 8, I used to failed my literature’s test (4.3/10, kinda shock to you right!). I mean, of course, I was freaking out, sad because I never expected to have that grade. Although my friends kept cheering me up by saying “ Everything will be alright” or“ Try your best next time” (bla bla, BORING), I can’t overcome my sadness. Then, I realize how I messed up that test, as well as, crying, eating and watching several Korean dramas to make myself felt better! Also, after that, I learn how to not become a failure in literature’s test again! You see, people can’t make you change your mind or make you feel better. Only you can satisfy yourself, only you know how to solve your problems and only you know what you need!

Moving on, the 16th-century French philosopher, Michael de Montaigne stated that "Kings and philosophers shit, and so do ladies”. Montaigne wasn’t trying to be mean! His point was to help you to understand that your famous/ role model people that you admire are also a human being, they aren’t perfect at all. For instance, my parents are usually trying to become a role model in my family by acting that they know everything happened on the Earth. So, I and my sister really admire for real and learn lessons from them. But actually, when I or my sister asked something they don’t know, they always try to shut our mouth up ( kinda mean tho). What I try to say is that the role model/ famous people don’t know everything. They might good at something but not everything! Moreover, Montaigne wanted you don’t be shy, think that you’re a failure just because someone else is better than you. Thus, you need to be confident, express feeling and of course, #loveyourself more!

Lastly, according to a philosopher named Epicurus, stated that love is not only about sexual relationship! Why he said that? Oh well, he saw many unhappy couples due to jealousy, misunderstanding, and cheating, etc. Instead of that, he thought that sweetness thing in love is friendship, where people can share their thoughts with each other! That’s kinda true tho! Once again, I will take myself as an example. I used to have a boyfriend which might sound a piece of new information about me to you (I’m not that single, ok!). Then, we broke up because he cheated on me. To be honest, I have no ideas why he did such a thing so don’t even try to ask me in public! My love life can be suck but my friendships are never like that. If you don’t trust me at all, look at my relationship with my bestie, Thao. We played with each other for almost 2 years! We always share our stories, hang out with each other which is the sweetest thing in my whole life. So why don’t you get a BFF instead of a boyfriend, huh?

All in all, I respect both Eastern and Western philosophy.  Although I was born as an Asian, my lifestyle still follow Western philosophy. I mean I still love the ideas of Eastern philosophy like how spiritually it is but I think the Western philosophy is better.  I believe Western philosophy is better because it gives me the acknowledge of how to solve my issues, how to be more confident even though there is a bunch of people who are better than me and how I should be grateful for having such a nice friendship with my BFF. The most important things are that it teaches me how to love myself, express my feeling such as happiness more than before.

* thx for reading, I tried my besttttttttt to describe my thought about it so please, grade me easy.

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iPod's Non-Album Roxette Songs

I wanted to take a break from the Roxette albums so instead I heard the top 2016 songs from Italy, and oh how amazing they are! And then heard some Tracy Chapman. I heard the greatest hits album of Tracy Chapman in 2015, and a few days ago, I came across her song called "The promise". It's too too beautiful. I feel happy because in 2016, I didn't find myself THE song. And here it is, just 10 days and 2017 found something. Do listen to it if you get a chance. But guess what? After Tracy Chapman, I sort of had the urge for Roxette, and I heard some songs which were not from their studio albums. I made a playlist of all of the non-album (i.e studio) songs which were present in my iPod, there's the list: - A Thing about You - Breathe - Crazy about You - Almost Unreal - It Must Have been Love - June Afternoon - She Doesn't Live Here Anymore - Heart of Gold - So You Wanna Be a Rock n Roll Star - One Wish - Better off on Her Own - Makin' Love to You - Little Miss Sorrow - Bla Bla Bla Bla (You broke my heart) - Opportunity Nox - One is such a Lonely Number - Sweet Hello, Sad Goodbye - Fingertips 93' - Seduce Me One hell of an amazing list, isn't it? Admit it, I have a fantastic choice! Of course, my favourite band is Roxette, remember? All of them kind of made me smile and love the band some more, but the one which made me forget that I'm wearing shoes were "Crazy About You" and "One Wish". They are such beautiful tracks. "Crazy About You" really gives a feel that someone is really crazy about someone. Many can easily relate. It's a wonderful love song! And the strings in the end make it one of a kind (although the strings are basically the tune of "Love doesn't live here" - the total opposite of "crazy about you"). And then "One Wish" - the innocence, the sweetness, the Per and Marie taking turns in singing, it's just perfect. It talks about reality, and yet it still keeps its fantasy intact. Fingertips 93' makes you realise how only drums can completely change a song structure. Thanks Pelle. And talking about drums, Micke Syd from Gyllene Tider (Mic... Mickk.... MICKEEEEE SSYYYYDDDDDD AAAAAAAA........) played drums on "June Afternoon" and "She doesn't live here anymore" and one can simply tell from the drumming that it's him, and not Pelle. Yayyy for his style, please. Oh, and there was a part in "Better off on her own" when the girl knocked on the door to a place which is usually referred to as home. Have you ever observed: "I died, shoe lace untied, she looked in my eyes, small and surprised. And God closed every gate, the moon fell into the lake" It seems like a game of words, and yet, it's the feeling one has when his/her crush suddenly appears in front of him/her. I mean.... Gessle.... WOW!!! I can comment on every song, and one day I will because the way I run out of topics, I'll have these songs to comment on. Till then, you guys have fun and hey, someone is turning 58 tomorrow. Hard to believe, but this is the truth. Love and Peace 11/1/2017