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, 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, 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, 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 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.

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, 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.

Hello, Mother

Hello, mother.

How are you?

Not how are you on the outside - with all the broken smile you give, but how are you inside?

I hope you're happy inside out

If not, at least I hope you feel content, because God knows what you've been through.

For all I know, you've been through the dark long painful sleepless night.
And maybe that's why you're the strongest bravest most beautiful woman i know i my life.

You should know that I'm not exaggerating this, because I know some other women and some other mother, but they're nothing to you.
Rest assured, they can't pull half the things you've done.

So, how are you, mother?
Perhaps you still disappointed in me, for all my tantrums and selfishness, for all my immaturity and excuses.
But somehow you always find a way to forgive me, even when I neglect your broken heart.
You've never failed to amaze me.

I wonder what are you made of.
Stronger than steel, more precious than gem, brighter than the sun.
You are indeed my center of gravity.

How are you, mother?



Xoxo,
a daughter admiring her mother.