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 Tywin Lannister

Hello, Mr Tywin son of Tytos of House Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West, Shield of Lannisport, and once Hand of the King.

My longest hello by far,
apart from your misjudgment towards Tyrion,
you are by far my most favorite character from Game Of Thrones' series.
Again I prove my quirk affection for a character who's been tainted as a villain.

You had me captured from the very first scene,
when you was skinning the deer - an actual deer on set.
I don't think anyone would buy the fact that it was your first time doing it.
Nonetheless, the scene determined many fundamental things of your character, my lord.
Control-freaky, clever, meticulous, savage, and in short - a despicable one.

Tywin should thanks Ser Charles Dance for his outstanding potrayal of Tywin.
Ser Dance did better than he was supposed to do,
He became you, Lord Tywin.
Moreover, I've never heard Ser Dance branded you as a villain,
'Tywin does what he need to do in a feudal society' he said.
In fact, Tywin's scheme to kill the Stark has stopped the war.
Ain't stopping the war a good thing?
Still, Tywin's the bad one.

I wonder how it is so easy to us people to judge the good and the bad.
People lives through thousand decisions,
and how do we suppose to condemn which is 'correct' and 'false' ?
Does one bad decision make us a bad person?
What quality does make one a good person and a bad one?
People has their own parameter, I believe.



xoxo,
am i a bad girl then?

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.