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