Hello, Cuss Boy

Hello, Cuss Boy!

Hello, you who cussed at me when we were both just 5^th grader.

It’s the first time I got cussed at right in front of my face,

You probably have the privilege of forgetting the occasion,

But me - a goody two shoes, who barely spent the break time outside classroom?

Oh good God, how could you expect me to forget?

You stood right there in front of me and spitted those nasty word – if not twice then third times.

I didn’t remember what I did wrong, I doubt I knew what I did wrong to you,

Yet there you were.

I did not hate you, I did not hold grudge against you.

Instead, you made me hate myself.

You knew very little how harmful a mere word could be.

Ah, I think, even now, the universe doesn’t know that either.

With the help of the almighty anonymousness of social media,

People throws nasty word here and there like it’s a charity.

And what do they want to achieve with that is something I still fail to comprehend.

The world is messed up enough that I believe it doesn’t need extra help to do so by people tossing their negativity around.

Hey you, Cuss Boy.

We don’t keep in touch, but I know you’re a better man now.

And I wish that everyone could grow up like you, becoming better man,

Know better that if one can’t spread the happiness, at least they hold up their negativity for themselves to swallow.

Xoxo,

The girl you screamed asu to

Hello, Captain!

Hi, Cap!

Did you ever fall for someone’s attentiveness?

I did.

One day,

A mistake,

Then a mess erupted.

One moment,

Someone took everything under its wings,

Captaining over everyone,

Placing back to its destined place,

Believing the situation’s under control.

Little did you know, cap,

I lost my breath.

And along with it,

A little piece of my heart.

I was, overall, captivated.

Xoxo,

your former avengers

Hello, Kaladin

Hello, Kaladin Stormblessed.
My baby bundle of joys and tears.
You are, to date, my number one favorite character,
And I believe you're gonna stay on the top for a quite while.

Am bowing deeply to Mr Sanderson
Thanking him for his portrayal of you,
making your character more alive than ever in every chapter,
making me grow fond of you in every single page,
making everyone roots and cheers and cries along with you.

I may not have read many books,
But I constantly convince people to read Stormlight Archive.
If only for Kaladin's sake,
whose determination could dry the ocean,
whose hardship had shaken the gods.

Though you made me skip my meal,
Though you made me lost my sleeping hour,
Though you made me crazy,
Because I have no clue
to whom should I shower my overwhelming feelings I had towards you.
Always know that there's always big place in my heart,
reserved only for you, Kal.



Xoxo,
Consider me one of your Bridge Four's crew, since we've been through it together

Hello, Love

Hello, Love

On this beautiful day
The golden bell's ringing
All the bird's chirping
The sacred vow is recited
One plus one is no longer two

You, love, start tearing up
Believing that you have conquered it all
Conquering your own ability
to see the hurricane right in front of you
You've been numbed by the cold in his words
Limped by the blow in his stare
Bleed by the thorn in his kisses

You, love, start tearing up
Knowing so well to hold your peace forever
To fold back the words to say I don't

Because, love,
you will not always be the priority

Maybe happy ever after could be written without you

Hello, Jules

Hello, Jules

You were the Friday of the week
The brightest ray of sunshine
The comfort in the sea of stranger
"The Jules of the year"

And just like that
The stone's getting heavier
The expectation's bar keep rising

Knock knock
The reality came
Waking me up
Telling me the feeling is no longer mutual

The coffee turned cold
The chocolate gone sour
The cake left untouched
Came down the rain in dry season

July is still there
Stand firm in the middle of the year
But it ain't Jules
Because there's no Jules
Not anymore



Xoxo,
I was never your Friday

Hello, Stranger

Hello, stranger.

When did the last time

you get all intrigued over someone beyond?

As far as my memory could take me, I think I just did.

And all the credit goes to you.

I’d like to call you a random stranger.

You'd rather entitled yourself as a friend

whom I haven’t got the chance to talk with.

I guess we’re neither.

Our intro was only skin deep,

So the talk was not about us,

yet somehow, essentially, about ourselves.

A stranger,
A fragment of my fantasy,

an imaginary friend,

that real enough for me to talk to.

Bantering senseless incomplete phrase.

Deciphering each other’s gibberish code.

Merely running in circles, drilling our own sentences.

It didn’t last more than 24 hour,
when the table's been turned.
I, a friend,
become a soft breeze in just another day.
You, a stranger,
leave an imprint that won’t fade away.

One of these days,

Out of the blue you greeted me,

and I smiled saying,

'Nice to meet you, stranger.'

Xoxo,
The one you happened to talk with, out of sheer boredom.


Ps. should you read this letter,
let me know whether a smile is something you could offer.

Hello, Mr Governor

Hello, Mr Governor.

A one of a kind,

A one in a million,

A needle in a haystack,

A drop of rain in a drought,

But more so like a lemon among rotten apples.

Too bad, civilians are so used to eating rotten ones,

ones that full of worm eating out their body, not to mention their brain.

That once they’re handed an expensive juicy lemon,

all of their inside churning, their mind riots, demanding rotten apples instead.

Unbeknownst to themselves, they get addicted towards those decomposed fruits.

Like a virus, like a zombie, it spreads vastly, turning people into moron rats.

Creating endless chaos that feeds the demon itself.

Being a lemon,

You will yourself to crawl around dirty corner, going through slum’s gutter,

to a place where you’ve been tortured, battered, mocked, and crushed repeatedly.

When in fact you can escape and sit comfortably on supermarket’s convenient refrigerator.

Yet, here you are, fighting for them, for us, putting your faith on people, restoring humanity.

One day, when my children ask me whether miracle exists,

I’ll recite them this story,

about a hero being thrown under the bus

yet kept fighting for the sake of its people that had disavowed him.

Much like Marvel or Mission Impossible’s tale.

Except this one is real, and they will know whom this story’s about,

for they will learn this at school,

for your name be written in history and forever be remembered.

My sincere prayer goes to you, Mr Governor,

as well as million unspoken wishes from thousand others for your well being.

Xoxo,

An orange.

Hello, my friend

“Because you look cocky and arrogant.”

That’s my friend’s excuse when he didn’t dare to wave me hello on the street.

Other day, my other friend said I was rude for just smiling politely in return for her waving hand.

And here goes my apology.

I’m not trying to justify my act,

And no, I don’t have the luxury of having the resting bitch face.

It is actually embarrassing to admit that

I probably talk better to books rather than to people.

I am awkward to the bone.

The word doesn’t come to mind until minutes has passed,

Or even when it came,

The word doesn’t reach my lips.

I don’t know how to banter, to be witty, or to be sarcastically funny.

I have to rack my brain to find the right sentence to be said,

I don’t master the complexity of small talk.

I’m not that brave to have that chivalry of starting the discussion.

I love watching people,

But talking and watching are two different entities.

Talking confuses me.

Do they still remember me?

What if I said the wrong thing?

Should I compliment their outfit just to be nice?

When should I start to ask the question?

What kind of topic should I bring up?

Do I look trying too much to keep the conversation going?

Hm, well, just give them polite smile then.

Orrrr, what's her name again? It doesn't ring a bell.

It's not like I intentionally forget a person.

But human’s brain works in mysterious ways,

While one can remember all of their friends of friends’ name and history,

Other brain select to keep the name and detail of every Game of Thrones’ character.

Should I avoid people?

NO.

As I live in the midst of human, I ought and have no choice but to interact with them.

And you, my friend, I’m asking you to help me with this,

to be just normal and loveable around people.

Xoxo,

The latter brain who beg the former brain’s help.

Hello, fangirl

Hello, fangirl.
You devote your night and day idolizing over someone far away
that doesnt even know that you exist.
Yet, these idols could bring you abundant amount of strength, happiness, joy,
and even relieve the pain in your chest.

Being a fangirl could be so much fun.
You could meet bunch of new friends who share the same happiness.
You could laugh out loud even after an exhausting day,
right after you watch that person on your screen.

Being a fangirl, you’re all so used to idolizing them,
putting them high up like flawless goddess they are,
that you tend to forget that they’re made of the same things as you are,
that you forget the fact that they are imperfect human just like you are.

Being a fangirl is tough.
You are so used to run towards them as an escape from your sad reality,
that when they stumble or even falling apart, you just have nowhere to run to.
You love them with all the love you had,
that when turns out they are not as flawless as you thought,
it feels like all the stars went out and the galaxy starts dimming.

But all in all, being a fangirl is a pleasure, isn't it?



Xoxo,
your fellow fangirl.

Hello, November

Hello November.
Or
Hello [insert day]; Hello [insert month]; Hello [insert year];
Hello [insert any inanimate objects]
Then add
'Please be [positive adverb]'

I wonder, have you ever wronged us, November?
That we -human- ask you to be nice to us,
Plead you to be good,
Beg you to be kind.

Perhaps that's the problem with human.
They expect others to shower them with much love.
Believing the world was revolved around them,
Condemning every other object when things get out of hand.

Maybe it's easier to blame the cheater since he's the one who broke the rules,
It's easier to hate the boss since he is an ass to begin with,
It's easier to cursed the accident since it ruins everything,
It's easier to degrade others since they are different afterall.

Has it ever occurred to you that perhaps he left after you keep yelling at him?
Has it ever crossed your mind that if you love and do your work wholeheartedly, the boss might as well respect you?
Have you ever wondered how significant a safety belt could minimize the accident's impact?
Have you ever realized that everyone is different in many ways that it is impossible to grade yourself above others?

Things might get out of hand,
But maybe, you have your fair share as well.
Remember, positive attitudes has greater impacts.
Smile before others do,
Greet before you were greeted,
Be nice, even when it's difficult.

I'll be good to you, November.



Xoxo,
People with problems.

Hello, Loneliness

Hello, Loneliness.

You sneaky little bitch.

Creeping in one of those nights, infecting the mind with poisonous thought,

Giving a surprise in the middle of the event, spreading virus on one’s brain,

Making one questioning its very own existence.

Sea of people may gather around,

Yet you manage to stand out,

clouding everything but you.

The best kind of people perhaps stands beside,

Yet your step approaching,

becoming closer than ever.

One doesn’t have to walk alone to meet you,

You are there, in every door,

ready to catch people off guard.

Strangely, you are one of those constant friends,

That sits together at the table dinner when I feel out of place,

That wiping the silent tears with blanket on night bed,

That laughs the loudest when no one’s get the humor.

Xoxo,

You know me by heart

Hello, Prince Charming

Hello, Prince Charming.

Dapper, humble and charming as ever,

The prince charming who fight for the girl he thought he deserved,

That night, I understand why Cinderella would run away just to meet you.

Your form then was morphed into a badass, warm hearted, yet ridiculously handsome guy,

Who would abandon and sacrifice anything just to be with the poor, yet courageous young lady.

Heavily depended on the movies, dramas, music, or books I’m drowning myself into,

The manifestation of your existence shifting constantly.

Nonetheless the form, it all hit me the same,

You strike me as the wave that always eager to meet the shore,

You strike me as the wind that can’t help but to blow,

You strike me as the bird that chirps happily welcoming the sun,

You strike me as the downpour that yearns to touch the ground.

You strike me when you sold yourself for the sake of love,

Captivated and enraptured by a single person that occupied your soul more than yourself.

You strike me with fantasy and jealousy whilst you’re side by side with your significant other,

Happily bantering Virgina Woolf’s quote,

Having secret rendezvous just to unfold tales like Shahrazad,

Silently devouring each other’s voice reciting a poem,

Briefly look into other’s eyes and realize that it’s home.

You are the epitome of everything impossible that could only happen in one’s story.

Xoxo,

not exactly a damsel in distress, but distress enough because the books she read

Hey you

Hey you,

whose eyes beams and glows radiating its passion

whose mind coiled up inside their own universe

whose smile's so devilish it could kill the devil itself

whose tear's mistaken as crystal

Hey you,

the one with suns and stars wrapped around,

the one whose soul is so visible it speaks language,

the one whose contagious laugh touches me instantly,

the one who left me wonder what was just happened,

Hey you,

the droplet of golden ray of sunshine,

the breezy wind on a beach,

the bright dazzling starlight,

the beautiful horizon-kissed-sunset.

Hey you,

you are my favorite kind of person.

Xoxo,

some pieces of me that left scattered by your magic

Hello, Pen Pal

Hello, Pen Pal

You were a mistake,
A glitch, in a software
A glance, which had been stolen
A forbidden place, ones like to revisit
An intoxicating drugs, once.

Now that the ties been cut,
The envelope's been torn,
The letter's been burned,
The pen's been destroyed,
The word's been hanged.

Yet, every once in a while,
At one time or another,
The touch still lingers,
The gaze still stares back,
The thought still wander,
The scars still visible.

They say mistake has never been good,
but they just haven't met you yet.



Xoxo,
thousand of unsent rumpled papers

Hello, Mr T

Hello, Mr T.

Deepest gratitude to you,
for you whose name I dont remember,
for the unexpected stunt you pulled,
for making the unfathomable words to be uttered,
for touching my life in a way I never thought was possible.

They say miracle happens every time,
and I witness it through our few seconds encounter,
simple meaningless word for some,
yet magically caught me by surprise.

It was like one of those scene in a movie,
when everything slows down,
the wind blows breezily,
the clock stops ticking,
the smile creeps unknowingly.

And instead, in return,
your touch of light,
is paid by my ungrateful act by forgetting your name,

The memory still linger though,
the memory is intangible yet real enough for me to hold,
the memory is a priceless gift one could ever give to another.

In the end,
just like what Mr William Thacker had said,
'It was nice to meet you; surreal, but nice.'



Xoxo,
A girl whom you left speechless

Hello, Mr John Doe

Hello, Mr John Doe.

You are not necessarily a John Doe,
I know you,
as you know me.
Well enough to know that I dont open up easily,
let alone share my thought.

But with you around,
with clouds hanging above our heads,
with nothing but honesty,
we talked nonsense and stars above.

You managed to touch things I never cared to say.
You had the guts to tug strings I never wanted to hold.
You moved gracefully with your words,
forming phrases and sentences entwined in dark truth that I never dared to conclude.
Yet we danced in the jumbled letter, effortlessly.
The silence was not awkward, the stillness was not unsettling, the quietness was not killing.

Then somehow,
a different time zone seized us, rip the conversations' apart.
Every moment was stolen, every minute was borrowed,
every chances was swallowed by the almighty time.

Perhaps, maybe, if one can only hope,
in alternative universe, in the next reincarnation, in another version of us,
when both have the luxury of time,
we can always share our head, abusing the dusk and dawn with senseless words,
filling the air with our foolish laugh til we suffocate,
savoring every spoken sentences, drowning in tangled mind,
without any prejudice.

It is, afterall, the talk that had our path crossed.



Xoxo,
Jane Doe

Hello, Mr George Raymond Richard Martin

Mark Simonetti's artwork

Hello, Mr Martin.

Thanks to you, I spent my last 2 months reading the first installment of the Game of Throne's - A Song of Ice and Fire - also, marathoning Game of Throne's TV series.

It was 800 pages of crazy-prologue-of-epic-saga and 60 hours worth watching drama.

Well, small wonder it took me a while to finish,

I've got to sneak a lil bit of my time here and there - either to read or watch it,

such a compelling story that managed to keep me up day and night.

I guess it's crystal clear that I enjoy every second I spent watching and reading,

that I fall for every single piece of it.

To me, when I can feel the character's emotion in a story - it earns 4 out of 5 stars automatically,

and when it's combined with amazing costume, gorgeous actors and beautiful places,

I put my heart and soul on it with pleasure.

I know how weird this would sound,

but I did learn a lot from your characters, Mr Martin.

Thing is, coincidentally, last month was my birthday's month,

and being introduced to your magnum opus, was like I gave myself a perfect birthday present.

This little truth helps me to realize that I am entitled to my own happiness,

that I can't rely on anyone for it,

that I should stop expecting people to do things that will please me.

Afterall, no one can protect anyone, eh?

Xoxo,

a girl whose birthday wish is for you to have a long life to finish the book series.

Hello, Mr Finch

Hello, Mr Finch.

Yes, I am writing this letter to you, that character from one of the novels that I've just finished reading.
Should I reveal your full name?
Well, since I'm afraid that what I'm going to write contains a major spoiler to the stories.
So I think just 'Mr Finch' would be better, okay?

I'd like to say thankyou, Mr Finch, for sharing your stories with me.
Although it's pretty clear that it's a fiction one, I still thank you though.

You. And your suicidal.
I honestly don't know what to say since I clearly oppose the idea of suicide.
We were given this life with its amazing encounters, countless choice, endless possibilities,
but sometimes . .
sometimes, we think we have no choice, we think life lose its meaning, we think no one notices our existence,
we think in our worst moment, when the devil's lurking - consuming - our mind.

You make me understand what you've been through, Mr Finch.
You make me understand how society, families, friends, play an significant role on your suicidal.
But no matter how difficult it is - how it feels as if your surroundings hand you the knife to kill yourself -
ultimately, you still have a choice to throw it away.
So why surrender?

Because it's such a pity for you to give up your precious life just because other people,
is it so difficult to love yourself?



Xoxo,
a girl who think that you-suicidal-people-are-the-most-selfish-people.

Hello, Mr Villain

Hello, Mr Villain

I have this peculiar love for fairy tales, for bedtime stories, for cartoon and animated movies.
Sure thing about those stories are the extremely good guy fighting the unquestionably bad guy,
and we all know too well that the good guy - the one most people root for - always ended up happily in the end.

Unlike most cases, there were couple times when I fall for you, Mr Villain, the one that is portrayed as bad guy.
Namely Loki of Marvel, Harry Osborn of Amazing Spiderman, The Darkling of Grisha Trilogy and other names I cant recall.

Will that make me a bad guy if I fall for you, Mr Villain?
Well, I dont like you doing bad things, I dont condone you for killing others,
but I do like the way that somehow you make me understand why you do such things.
the way how your characters grow on me,
Still, I dont agree with your choice though.
So I think it's not bad thing to fall for you, right?

We ain't living in black white world, there's no such thing as protagonist versus antagonist.
Most of times, it's just which side we're looking from.
If only we could listen.
Sure, bad guy really do exist, but it ain't that simple.



Xoxo,
the girl who have faith in everyone.

Hello, Havid

Hello, Havid.

Many thanks for brightening my day, or cooling out my scorching noon - to be exact.
You know, Havid, I have soft spots for kids,
and when it came to an irresistibly handsome one like you, I'm sold.

In case you forget what you did,
We were chit chatting and out of the blue you complimented me
I was barely processing the word that you said,
I havent even said thank you when you got hot under the collar and hide behind your mother already.
It was really cute and nice of you!
You remind me how great it is if people choose to be a nicer person.
There are too many assholes, and it wont hurt us to be a little nicer.

The thing about kids are they are innocent, a pure form of human,
so pure that even lucifer despises them (the lucifer drama fyi),
so honest, no poker face, no mask, no hidden agenda.
Adults throw nice words just for fishing for compliments or other-complicated-adult-thing-reasons.

I should learn more from you, Havid.
To be nicer without ulterior motive, but simply being nice.



Xoxo,
a-paper-hearted-girl trying to be a-nicer-girl.