Monday, April 17, 2017

At Night

As I grew wiser, people keep asking me if I always sleep late. They see me online at ungodly hour or catch me yawning at day. So here's the answer (not like they're gonna see it anyway).

Yes, I sleep late. If it possible, I will sleep when the dawn breaks. You might ask if I am an insomniac and I'd tell you that I'm not. You can leave me in an empty room with no tasks to be completed, I will sleep in three minutes. So why do I sleep late?

I always afraid of the night. I'm afraid that when the morning comes, I'll wake in a different place, with different people. I'm afraid that something bad may happened and I can't stop it. I remember sleeping next to my mum, hugging her arm until morning. Because of I'm afraid of night, I can't be weak. I can't be a weak pleb so that if one time the night decides to hit me, I can hit it back and beat it into a pulp. I have to be strong, I have to be in control, and never let my guards down.

Then you might ask if is not it tiring and kind of useless? I tell you, it's tiring that's why you can find me lethargically yawning every day. I don't think that it's useless. In fact, I'm preparing myself to have a merciless match with the night. At this point I start to think that I'm belligerent.

Think I've explained myself. It's nice to be back on blog again. My laptop broke and when I try to logging in by my old laptop, the page won't load. It's really frustrating using phone to write a post. Geez...

PS: forgive me for any grammar mistakes or wrong vocabulary, got no time to proofread.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

A Room of One's Own

Suppose, for instance, that men were only represented in literature as the lovers of women, and were never the friends of men, soldiers, thinkers, dreamers; how few parts in the plays of Shakespeare could be allotted to them; how literature would suffer! We might perhaps have most of Othello; and a good deal of Antony; but no Caesar, no Brutus, no Hamlet, no Lear, no Jaques –literature would be incredibly impoverished, as indeed literature is impoverished beyond our counting by the doors that have been shut upon women.

 - Virginia Woolf

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Free Fall

It's been too high, my Lord.
I trust You to not let me fall
for the high will crush my bad bones.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Naive

They said welcome to the cruel world
Some said welcome to the new world.

Well, that's funny, my dear friends. You don't have to remind me what the world is like. As I said earlier, you don't have to remind me for I knew it better. Maybe it's a new or a cruel world for you but it's all same for me, personally. Welcome to the world, my naive friends ;)

Friday, July 29, 2016

Southern Delta Aquarids

Finally! I've seen a meteor! This year is rich with meteor shower and fortunately, my dear friends, today was its peak season for southern delta aquarids! I still can't believe I saw one!! And with my favorite girl friends! I was ecstatic!!! I literally jumped and screamed.

At first, I thought it was a plane. Then it became brighter and whiter (?). It was yellow, bright yellow almost white I think, maybe its chemical composition is iron. Okay, I don't care. I'm so happy ;)

Saturday, July 23, 2016

The Conversation

It was supposed to be a joke, a jest, a jabber, a blabber.
Yet being a strange person I was,
I didn't find a normal joke particularly amusing.

My mum wondered if I was born with bad luck. She laughed.
I stood up from the chair, tall and proud, and told her that...
life is a matter of perspective and I am fortunate.