Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Not An Angel

When you come to me with that amount of excitement
Your story flows like a river stream
Your eyes were sparkling tiny stars

When I hold your hand
Your enchanting crescent smile
Stuffing my heart with all of your lovable self

You weren’t an angel

Saturday, August 15, 2015

10 Years of Peace

10 years ago
In a country far away
Two hands shook

10 years ago
The sacred paper was signed
Raising back hope in people eyes

10 years ago
People gather in a mass prayer
Begging God to bless our land with peace

10 years ago
Both party finally put down their guns
Agreeing on a mutual mission
Knitting back the torn peace

To stop war on this land
To stop tainting our soil with blood
…and our river with corpse
To stop suspecting people blindly
To stop planting grenade in the ground

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Who I Am

What kind of person am I?
Since you ask, I will tell you...

I'm a very secretive person. I don't even share any secret with my diary.

Monday, June 22, 2015

Let's Eat Ice~

When my period is coming near, I start craving for ices; ice cream, ice coffee, ice tea, ice syrup, ice block, ice rock, every kind of ice that's cold. Ah, I might as well be watching Frozen.

So here I am now... in between the fridge door, kidnapping some ices from its home to have a glass of cold milk accompany my late dinner.
I hope no one sees me... it's passed midnight already.

Whoop, don't protest. I know, I know, an ice is not a good company at night especially when you're cycle is approaching. But you know~ it's quite a dilemma. You know how craving for something drive you crazy, and having the mini "ice factory" at home is just telling you that no reason to restrain from the cute little fellow.

Oh, mom, please... don't scold me. I need to consume this to cool down my head the next day. Otherwise I'll be the hungry monster you don't want to meet. That monster... you know, steal all the available ingredients in your magic cabinet to do a little experiment and come out with a meal you're doubting to eat.

So, mom, please..

Let it go
Let's eat ice
Can't holding back anymore

Let it go
Let's eat ice
Till the way it freeze your tongue

I don't care what they're going to say
Let the spoon work on
Cold never bother me anyway~



Thursday, March 26, 2015

Thank You for These 20 Years

This is the last evening…

…my last evening as 20 years old.

I’m growing old. By this midnight, I’ll get a number added on my age. I’ll get older by a year.
I’m not happy.

People say that girls hate aging. Maybe it’s true. But that’s not the thing I’m afraid about birthday. Beside growing old, I’m very aware that birthday means my life gets shorten. Every single year as the March comes, my heart is in wonder; will I pass my birthday this year? How I’ll be doing on that sacred date? Will I still be here, breathing and smiling? In short, March 27 reminds me of death.

Each year, as the date flying nearer, I can’t help but to think of what I’ve done this whole year. Have I prepared for death? I always ask myself the same question. How if Allah says that my life should end tonight? Will I get a happy ending?

Friday, March 20, 2015

High School & Best Friends

If someone asks me whether I miss my high school or not, my answer would be a “no”. No, I don’t miss it at all. Period.
For some people, maybe high school was the happiest moment in their life. Most of my friends said it.
“Ah... I miss my high school”, “I wanna go back to high school” They whined. Once again, it doesn’t apply on me.
I don’t know why, but I don’t enjoy my high school life that much. You can say that I was failed to life my youth to the fullest. But hey, I don’t regret it at all. I don’t feel that I missed something because I didn’t live my high school life like most of teenagers do. I did not belong to average teenagers. You can say that I’m different, weird, bizarre, anything. I don’t mind.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

The Same Old Story

I badly wanna write...

but once I hold pen or open the office sheet, my head goes blank. This is exactly my prior problem. That's why I haven't made any progress on my writing projects. All the draft has been left untouched since around October of last year.

This is suck. I desperately want to finish it before my birthday, which only a montj and half to come.

come, come, idea please come.

~ Aira