Belle Epoque

Every heard of "Coffee Prince"?
A korean drama centred around coffee beans and cafe.
I've always yearn to live in the soft, natural, and earthly atmosphere captured in the show. So to kinda bluff myself into believing that I'm truly living in it, I tried to get my hands on the music that partly created the mood in the drama.

My sister and I bought the soundtrack, and we waste no time listening to it.
I especially love the light-hearted, warm and fuzzy mood of the tunes by 'Tearliner' and 'Belle Epoque'.

Tearliner doesn't exactly draw your tears out, but they do make you feel what they intend to with their rhythms. The ones by Belle Epoque, albeit only one available in the soundtrack, will more likely lure you to the dreamy mood felt when the first glimpse of light ray hits memories of droplets left behind by a crazy storm, and you miraculously hear the first note sung by a chirping bird. You might even start to picture Paris, a city of romance and love. (Well, I guess Italy might be a better analogy, but you know what I mean.) Yup, the soft melodious chimes in Belle Epoque's "May" does do such wonders.

Tummy ache

I always feel that no one understands me. No living person in this world can grasp the full meaning of a twitch of my brows; or a crease on my forehead. Only I know. Only me.

Well, I guess it's just a reason I use to excuse myself from learning to communicate effectively with people around me. We (well, people who are like me) enjoy making up stories, realistic ones, to console ourselves when things go terribly wrong, and thus allowing us the calmness to move on with our lives.

When I graduated from university with a major in Engineering, not Literature nor English, both of which I have interest in, I automatically thought back to the days when my parents made plans for my future path. I figured that their plans were the reason to where I am standing now, which is not truly what I had in mind. I begin lamenting their efforts and guidance, believing that they were the ones responsible for my destroyed hopes and dreams.

But... was it really their fault? I never really thought about what I really want to be until I become a full potential working adult. It never crossed my mind what I need to do to get to where I want to be. It certainly never came to me that I need to stand up for myself, make my own decisions to live the life I wanted. I let them make plans for me. It has always been me.

If I really knew that I wanted to be writer, I would have studied hard for my English papers, and insisted on taking Literature as one of my majors during my education path. No... I simply let nature takes its own course; and nature, having too much in its agenda, decides to just listen to my parents' ideas and suggestions. Naturally, I became an Engineer on cert - someone my dad would love to be when he grew up, maybe.

It is really wonderful if you start paying attention to your future, and give it some thought; and not just any thoughts spurred by wild fantasies, but those which stemmed from constant observation of the society we live in. The sooner you wander about it, the better you are at taking control of your life. Then to take the lead in your life effectively, and live your dream life eventually, of course, we must not forget to make wise decisions, knowing full well that such a privilege comes with expensive consquences.

I slowly figured that to make wise decisions for ourselves, we still do need to take in advices, suggestions, ideas, and warnings from those around us who possess more experience. We are the rulers of our lives; and we govern with the guidance of our wise advisors (who also happen to be our full-time welfare officers).