Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Summer meet Winter

"On January 8, Tom Hansen meets Summer Finn, the new assistant to his boss. Tom trained as an architect but works as a writer at a greeting card company in Los Angeles. Following a karaoke night, Tom's friend and co-worker McKenzie reveals that Tom is attracted to Summer. During the next few months Summer and Tom grow closer, despite Summer's telling Tom that she does not believe in true love, and does not want a boyfriend.
Tom shows Summer his favorite spot in the city, which overlooks a number of buildings he likes, although the view is spoiled by parking lots. After several months of dating, Tom gets into a fight with a man who flirts with Summer, and they have their first argument. On day 290, Summer and Tom end their relationship after they see The Graduate, a film which Tom thinks shows true love. Tom does not take the breakup well, and Tom's friends call his younger sister, Rachel, to calm him down.
Summer quits her job at the greeting card company. Tom's boss moves him to the consolations department, as his depression is not suitable for happier events. Months later, as Summer and Tom attend the wedding of a co-worker, they dance at the wedding and Summer catches the bouquet. They sit next to each other on the trip home, and Summer invites Tom to a party at her apartment. He attends the party, but leaves when he sees that Summer is wearing an engagement ring. Tom enters a deep depression, only leaving his apartment for alcohol and junk food. After a few days, he returns to work with a hangover and after an emotional outburst, quits his job. He decides to rededicate himself to architecture, makes a list of firms, and begins to attend interviews.
On day 488, Summer sees Tom at his favorite spot in the city, and they talk. Tom states his lack of understanding towards her actions. Summer explains that he was right about the existence of true love and that she discovered in someone else all the feelings she had never been sure about with Tom. Summer holds Tom's hand. She says she is glad to see Tom is doing well. As she leaves Tom tells her he really hopes she is happy"
If you wish me to become Tom Hansen and you are being Summer, I am so glad that I realized it sooner and let you search the other Tom Hansen. It is not like I am so that into you, just like Hansen does, no it isn't. It is because I hate to live in uncertainty, chasing upon unclear and never ending things. You know? it is wasting time. The time when you say 'Bye', it is not because you are angry or get mad to me (I recently realized the this), I am sure it is because you dont want to prolong this things as you realized: we want different things.

You: want someone beside you, support you, and take care of you, but you don't want to love her. You just want a fling, for being a place to have fun in your very busy and hectic life. At the end, you just free her to choose another guy because you yourself have found your true love, the one that you discover true love inside her. You are so much like Summer, as you told me.
Me: I don't want to be a fling.

So when you are being Summer, let me to be Winter. Rigid, cold, firm. Those words equal with CERTAINTY. Something that you don't get it in this case.

I should've slapped you to portray my disappointment or even worst like I drown into depression like Tom Hansen does, leaving his apartment full with alcohol and junkfood. Well in this case, I am not Tom Hansen, I dont have apartment, and I am a scientific girl that used alcohol for antiseptic instead of for drinking, and since junkfood isnt cheap even the title 'junk' 'food' that literally means that those foods are so appropriate to be placed in the garbage but in real world guys those food are so expensive and displayed in show case and looking so expensive, delicious, and winking to you when you pass the counter, the point is junk food is too expensive to buy everyday for me. But still, I don't do that, I dont know why.

I guess, it comes clear! yay, lets remain friend like ship that never sink called friendship.
Regards,

Winter

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