Painting It Red

Boys. Men. Male. Call them what you like. Even when you have your secret language or speaking in parcel tongue. They come in many shapes, sizes, colours, attitudes, habits, sounds, sights and et cetera. But mainly, they are the ones who kept the world going. They are the ones that can re-generate our excitement to study or even do the thing that makes us feel bored the most. They are who motivates us.

They made our tongues tied. Literally and physically.

They are the people who made us ask anyone, even strangers, "Is my hair okay?" . And when they are there, we suddenly flicker our eyelashes, and when asked we will definitely say, “There’s something in my eyes. Can you blow it away?” Ahh, the wonders they do.

I am literally tired of repeating myself that I have found mine. But nevertheless, there are a lot of girls out there who have found theirs but insist not to show, not to tell, to hide it all the way. Life is bloody short. And the shortcourse is getting even shortER! So we can’t afford to be the ones waiting anymore. Though I always wait, but seriously, just go for it. Shoot for the moon. Aim at the stars. Make them notice us in the way we wanted them to. Let them ask around about us, eventually, and satisfaction guaranteed.

Today, I watched her giggle all the way. Aim at the stars and the moon and the galaxy and the universe and the outer space and everywhere you could.



And on the other side of the world, I noticed that he was surrounded by pretty people. He was surrounded by those who are with pretty people. And it always works for pretty people. As it is always works for him. She cannot compete with that, as she cannot meet the expectations. She was and has always been living life in her own definitions. She was never that overwhelming, as she was never that warm or friendly. He was surrounded by everything she’s not.

Pity,pity her.



SONG OF THE MOMENT : Aku dan Mimpi by Amylea