Hello, Friday

Hello, Friday.

The fairest of them all.
The one that people always thank God for.
The day every one's been waiting all week.
Friday.

Most people loathe Monday, others get tired with Tuesday.
They barely live on Wednesday and Thursday.
And everyone's glorifying Friday.
While Saturday and Sunday just fly by.

What have you done to earn the special spot, Friday?
- God given, I assume.

People are like that.
Some are born God-given-Friday, they effortlessly enchant every one.
Thing is, not everyone's born with the charm.
They were born quiet, they were born wallflower, they were born socially awkward.

Like days-that-are-not-Friday, people unconsciously lessen the value of a-not-God-given-Friday-people.
Under-appreciated.

Lucky you, Friday.



Xoxo,
a-Tuesday-born.

Hello, Mr Pitt

Hello, Mr Pitt.

It is no secret that I am your fan. So it's only right for me to write you a fan letter.

Abrupt,
That's my word to describe you.

I was drown by kpop boyband wave,
then there you were on TV - rusty yet godly handsome - ready to fight, and I can't seem to look anywhere but you.
It's not like I've never seen any attractive men before, but my heart somewhat wavered.
Love at first sight towards a guy I only saw a glimpse on TV, eh?
Abrupt.

Once, I had a very gentle heart, a hopeless romantic.
But thanks to Fight Club, Se7en, Troy, and your other movies,
now I'm intrigued by crimes, and perfectly content with bloody gory scenes.
Abrupt.

Easily scared and a spoiled daughter kinda girl.
Yet willing to watch Word War Z alone in the movie theater.
Abrupt.

You change me, Mr Pitt, in many other way I can't even explain.
I guess that's whats happen when you care enough about other people, we can do much things beyond our expectation.
But all in all, you inspired me to strive to be better each and every day.
So one day, my fingerprints will touch others life, leave imprint and might pass on others.
And I'm thankyou for that, Mr. Pitt.



Xoxo,
thirty-years-younger-than-you type of fan.

Hello, Books

Hello, Books.

If I were about to be asked who my first love is, It wouldnt come as a surprise that it's you, my prized possession.
My love for you was started out simple,
when I first experienced the pure pleasure of reading story books,
when I couldnt take my eyes off piles of comic books,
when I first mesmerized by my elementary school's library.

I adored you, countless times, in many forms.
Back then, I was never taught how to appreciate things,
and being a careless child that I was, I dishonored you - mistreated you - by mindlessly piling you up on my messy table.
No wonder she forbid me to own you.
But I had the strong urge to read, thus the implacable me shamelessly read at bookstore for hours.

Years passed, things changed, I've learned to keep you safe and sound.
Still, she resents the idea of me reading.

'Get a life'

But I do, I've got to live a thousand lifes from books.
But I do, I've felt livelier reliving stories.
But I do, I've felt more content reading stack of letters.

Is it so wrong to love you and throw my money for you?
I just wish she had experienced your sacred touch,
that she would understand that 'life' itself has many different form.



Xoxo,
A girl who is tired of being chastised for being too fond of books.

Hello, Mrs Rika

Hello, Mrs Rika.

Truth to be told, I dont even know your real name, but Rika sounds just right for me.
And here I am writing a letter of apology to you, a stranger I'd call Rika.

Mrs Rika, I was the one who drove a white car right behind you on a scorching afternoon,
the traffic was heavily packed, and I let myself feeling a little bit more emotional than usual.
Those things should've not made me a rude asshole driver.
But it did.
And I'm sorry, I truly am very sorry,
because I honked my car pretty rudely when you blocked my way - tough technically it is OUR way.
I didn't mean anything bad or offensive,
It just happened that I throw my frustration towards you, the motorcycle rider with a little boy who unfortunately rode right in front of me.
Again, I am sorry.

I should've known that I am not the only one who use the road.
I am no good driver, at one time or another.
So I should've known better not to be mad when others become annoying-road-user-unintentionally.

Sorry for letting the traffic control my emotion.
I'm not trying to make excuses, I'm just trying to apologize.



Xoxo,
a driver who often feels guilty after being an ass.

Hello, Mr Superman

Hello, Mr Superman.

I've just watched your movie - the one that you had a battle with your friend.

And yes, I am a fan of yours, since a short time ago.

It must be pretty lonely to be you, isn't it?

Try saving the world all by yourself, the only one left from your planet, an extinct creature.

It must be pretty exhausting to be you, isn't it?

All those good things you've done, all the help you gave, all the peace you offered, yet people still find a way to hate you.

You owe nothing to people, yet you give them many.

You could simply hide yourself, live a peaceful life, but you believe in men and choose to help.

You have humanity (or should i say kriptonity?) which men lost.

You know, Mr Superman, in my world nowadays, we have no super man from Kripton.

But there are some people like you, the one with humanity and courage.

There's A governor whose skin color is only 2% of the country's population,

hates are thrown towards him for having different religion than most of the citizens,

yet he continues to strike and give the best to its people, fighting against mafia politician.

He is today's hero, however people can't see it yet.

He is building his monuments, so that in time, people will understand,

because most people don't know what they have til they lost it.

You guys are too good to be true.



Xoxo,
there's-a-super-man-inside-every-people believer.

Hello, smokers

Hello, smokers.

No. I will not judge you for smoking.

No. I will not going to tell you to stop smoking.

Because I myself still questioning why do people highly suggest smokers to stop smoking?

Sure, smoking kills, but isn't dying the risk of being a living creature?

Eventually human are all going to die. Some faster than the other, some by choice while others have no choice.

You smokers consciously choose to die inside a little day by day.

Truth to be told, people do the very same thing - killing themselves daily - just in a slightly different way.
As simple as the excessive sugar in their daily intakes, or staying up all night before the deadline, or skip eating for the work's sake, or bla bla bla you may fill the blank. . .
well, or cant get through the day without snack - like i do.

One can't underestimate my addiction over snacks: I've never left a pringles' can unless it's empty, I couldn't get my hand off the spoon unless there's nothing inside the ice cream's pint, and I coudn't call it a day if I hadn't had my snacks yet.

With high sugar, extra salt, tons of chemical products and let's not forget the redundant preservative, I'm sure as hell killing myself as you smokers do.

But here's the thing,

by my addiction, I only try killing myself not other people,

while you smokers, your smokes kills others too, which is unfair.

You want to kill yourself, be my guest, but puh-lease step aside.

I've already done my part killing myself pretty much and I dont need your extra help to do so.

Xoxo,

the one who despises being around smoker - unless it's worth dying for.