Epilog of the day

I posted quite many for today. I dont know what's really in my head at the moment. Can I say something? This is gonna be my last post for today. promise!

Friends, let your guard down a little more often. Would you rather continue living this boring life, hiding in your shell, being safe in your comfort zone? Or would you rather take a risk every now and then? Sure, there’s a chance you could get hurt, but there’s just as much of a chance that you won’t get hurt. There’s just as much of a chance that someone could come along and really make you happy. Don’t disregard every chance you bump into; it’ll eat you alive wondering what if. Stay open for divine interruptions and get ready!

To: Mr. XY

If I had your name, I’d call you out.
If you were the face I woke up to each morning, surely my days would never see the shadows.
If you were my song, I’d sing you out at the top of my lungs.
If you were my word, I would keep you safe on the tip of my tongue.
I have so many ideas of who you might be or who you could be.
I want you here and I want you now.
I want your eyes to be the ones that fill my mind and I want your sentences to float though my head like afternoon clouds.
I want you, my glorious summer morning; my evening wrapped in dew.
I want to know how warm your eyes would be to fall into.
I want to know that at the end of all my searching, you do indeed exist.

I see something in y o u

Anything “off the page”. Get inside my mind, and you’ll see what I mean. Words that make my heart ache. Phrases that give me a buzz. Stories that hit me head on without judgement, without flashing lights. Give me no warning signs, because I’m a learner. I’m a thinker. I want to delve into unchartered territory and explore my heart, my mind. Cultured people. People who exist. People who live every thought they conceive. Who breathe every word they speak. Future is in the eye of the beholder. I see it all. To me, flaws are a persons foundations. There’s no cracks, but there may be scars. And scars tell a story. Skin is a full bodied spirit; it lives to tell the tale. I see everything for myself. I see everything from my heart. And when I see future in your eyes, you’ll know.

Please..........

Take my hand. We can make it out alive. Through the smoke, through the dusk and the noise of all that nothing. Away from the scraping and the looming shadows creeping along walls, away from skeleton lies and vampire smiles. The wasteland of our memories, all ash and bitter tastes in our mouths, will be nothing but an old photograph you’ll look at once in a while. You’ll show me, and I’ll barely remember, and we’ll smile in recognition over cooling cups of coffee.

Things written on my heart

I want to harmonize with you and write music for days. Take my hand and paint our deepest desires on the ceiling. They fit so perfectly between these plastic glow-in-the-dark stars. Sing me your dreams and I’ll take it all in. You are different and I cannot see past those ocean eyes. We could carry this somewhere; perhaps to an undiscovered galaxy or some far-off forest. Shed your skin and dance in the moonlight with me. Life is too short not to dance when we can. Love is too fleeting not to fall into. And the truth sometimes hurts.

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Summer's HIT!

Or more like, Hanna is homesick for Indonesia after 12 months in Australia.

MHMMM actually, I"ll be home for new year (CNY). can't wait any longer SERIOUSLY. It hurts when I log in to Facebook and see all the pics of my friends who are home already spending time with their families or the gorgeous delicious food whatsoever (damn Facebook!). But yeah. 49 more days. 1176 more hours. 70560 more minutes. It’s not that long. I hope.

By the way I’m done with my fourth semester of tertiary academy. Well not 100% done as results are out next week *heart beating faster* but yeah all I need to do now is to find a part time job and then ADIOS PERTH SEE YOU IN FALL.

From what I learned, here’s when I feel homesick the most. I don’t know, is it different for everyone? Probably..

• When you just move in.
• IN WINTER. Especially if you’re from a warm country like me.
• When it’s someone’s birthday. By someone I mean family, hmm like mom, dad, siblings or or maybe a close friend. Because all you can do is limited in only posting a YouTube video singing all along or send them an e-mail or text, and not an actual hug :(
• NOW, LIKE, WHEN YOU’RE THIS CLOSE TO ACTUALLY GOING HOME. BECAUSE YOU SUDDENLY REALIZE HOW HARD IT IS TO BE PATIENT.

But. Okay. Inhale. Exhale. 49 days. It’s gonna be alright. January, 28th will come eventually.