As a matter of fact, I am supposed to be caught up in between papers and calculations. And yet again, here I am.

Love, to me, is not just a feeling we have towards other human being; the parents, friends, lovers.
It is now more about a feeling I feel towards just about anything.
A place, a certain mood, a weather, a song- or even the combination of them all.

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So now, it is safe for me to say that I love, in love, with New York City.
Everything started when I was dating this guy, who loved (and still does) Manhattan so much I think he loved it more than he loved me.
But I am not here to tell you about our love story.

Well, he introduced me to the Big Apple. How wonderful it looks at night, from above.
How it is a place where every body takes their leaps of faith. How he wanted (and still does) to do something, anything, while in there.

At first I was just trying to be fun, engaging conversations with him regarding that city.
Helped ourselves 'building' dreams together.

It was not long until I began to fall in love with that city too (although at the time, I had not been there)
I started looking for pictures of the skyline, where all the skyscrapers line up reflecting sun rays.
Beautiful, I thought.
So I put up New York City skyline as all of my desktops wallpaper.
Making me long more and more to be there.

I had to come, so I told my self.

My story with him ended, but my love for the city grew.
It was not long until I had the chance to actually go and be in the city.
I never felt so alive! I actually cried like a baby when my bus, from Washington DC approaching Manhattan. It was a dream come true.

Do you know the feeling when your loved one come to see you, and he/she is already there, smiling at you from afar and all you want to do is to run to them? Yea, that's exactly what and how I felt.

Went and stayed in Manhattan alone, I am not saying I was at my bravest. There were times when I was heading back to my hotel at night feeling terrified of whatever it was around the corner. SCREW YOU, MOVIES! Because I was a total lunatic, I knew I had to play smart to stay safe and sane while I was in Manhattan.
The night before I roam round the city, I would make a long list of places that I was going to for tomorrow and made my own itinerary including all the google-maps routes from place to place.

I was (and still am) proud of myself! Never was I lost in the city. Never did I ask for direction to people because I was ahead of myself. I outsmarted me, lol.

I had this one terrifying experience, though. I was on a subway on my way back to the hotel. It was almost midnight yet the train was still jam-packed. I saw a (whom I assumed) a homeless person raging to just everyone on the train. I was shaking as I thought he was a threat and I did not want to be dead that soon! Okay, so this one man saw me shaking and with his warm eyes he told me "You must not be from here. It is okay, I will protect you" which he did until that scary man left the train. I was so relieved and since that event I know that not all of New Yorkers are self-centred and selfish and all the bad things people tell me that they are.

I actually had only a few days to explore the city which I claim I love the most. Nonetheless, I felt incredible!
Had the chance to visit so many landmarks of Manhattan's.
Ellis Island's Museum, Battery Park, Liberty Statue, Rockefeller Centre, Empire State Building, Brooklyn Bridge, to name a few.

It was one hell of an experience. I mean, what kind of an 18 year old girl from another side of the world who was an exchange student would take such risk by going all by herself to one of the most daring and yet scariest city in the world?

I would totally come again, Manhattan.
This time, maybe for a whole different purpose (to actually move and have a living there, honeymoon, or just another visit to indulge myself in the excitement of being there)
Today, I still look into pictures of Manhattan on instagram, and making them my own kind of motivation to work my ass off to prove that my first visit to the city, was absolutely not my last.

ps: I am so thankful for you (you know who you are) for making me love Manhattan just as much as you do :)

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Math.

It tells us three of the saddest love stories.

1. The tangent lines. They had one chance to meet and then they parted forever
2. The parallel lines. They just never meant to meet
3. The asymptotes. They get closer, and closer, but never will they be together.

Do you even care to know what we are?

New

To be frank, I do not know why did I decide to make another blog after me having my two other blogs forsaken for so many years.

It started when I was trying to study for upcoming final exams, I got bored. I mean, really bored. Then I stumbled upon one of my acquaintances' blog and here I am caught up amongst my brain telling me what to write.

Actually, I had had the thought to start writing again, since I am never a good in arranging words yet I fall in love with people who have beautiful writings.