My Chaotic Philosophy

3 Things I can’t Understand:

1. Why politicians wants to be politician?

I mean if the only thing you do everyday just debating and criticizing each other, then where’s the fun anyway?

2. Why there’s people on earth still willing to read Marie Claire, Harper Bazaar, Vanity Fair, etc?

While all I can see inside are just luxury things and people who brag about it.

Go on, people, bash me.

3. How could someone be a strict vegan?

I’ve tried, but it ends up with an epic fail. I’m naturally carnivore.

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I miss drawing.

My Writer Side

January Book Mini-Haul

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My loves for shopping art supplies is always a big one, and somehow now it goes for clothes and shoes too. But guess I always genuinely a nerd person inside so this impulsive disease for buying (and hoarding) books is undefeated.

Now that my books been borrowed by some of friends, I find my bookshelf kinda less densed than ever and somehow makes me feels having not enough book supplies. So I went bookstore this afternoon after the class (YES, I have classes on SUNDAY).

GOOD NEWS: I found this books in such a great deal of price, not even half of the actual price was! And I had to struggle for not buying too many (Thanks God I didn’t bring enough cash LOL).

 

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1. The Child Thief by Brom

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2. The Magic Thief by Sarah Pineas

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3. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum

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Will eat (you what I mean huh?) all of these as fast as I can, stay tune for the reviews! ❤

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Still feel like to buy Nightshade and Black Beauty though, maybe I should come again to the bookstore tomorrow?

My Blabber Side · My Chaotic Philosophy

Human are Imperfect, Therefore Gary Stu and Mary Sue are Not Human

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So many motivation talks or topic that take a certain person as a life-inspirator. Which this person has so many abilities, talents, achievements, and prosperity. And the talks just go around and around this envious things that sounds too perfect to be true. Too impossible for us to reach.

Am I envy them? Of course.

Am I need them to be my inspiration? Obviously NOT.

In my most honest opinion, why we have to look upon them if they sounds nothing like ‘human’? Why they have to talk only their abilities and achievements without making themselves more ‘human’?

In this life, we don’t need Marry Sue nor Garry Stu. We, creature with flaws, need REAL HUMAN whom we can relate ourselves to. Someone to be our inspiration, therefore we can push ourselves to be a better person.

My Blabber Side · My Chaotic Philosophy

Rain: The New Symbol of Delicate Life

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There’s just something special about rain that unevenly explainable.

Is because it sounds like bumps of fairies falling from the sky and tiptoe-ing in the grounds?
Is because it smells like a new-bornt cattle drenched with feromon or the feromon itself comes out of grass and all-greens breathing the new-resetted carbon in the air?
Is because it sensed like the air breathing a new-made formula contains delicate, solitude, and composure that it blows to all human’s skin?
Is because it seems like sight become poured with abundance of blue-grayish film that filtering the human lenses?
Is because it tasted like peppermint tea that Father bring from a hajj pilgrimage in Mecca in a mug that mother sent from the chilly weather in Toronto?

I bet one and each of them make me utterly attach to the rain. Like, if dark cloudy days makes you joyful and the raindrops makes you merry, maybe you just read too many melanchonical story about sweet confront of love or, simply, fall in love with the solitude it can serve to your senses of five.