Flow the Big Book of Drawing!

Ever since I was introduced to the Flow magazine from The Netherlands, I've always wanted to get a glimpse of what is inside. And this year itself a dear friend of mine gave me a Flow book (below) for paper lovers, I determine to get whatever special edition they have and I finally get my hands on a drawing book. I will not do a flip through here though because I do not have good camera but you can always watch YouTube videos on them. I bought it from the Borders at the Curve and it cost about RM110 :). I was glad I save up to get it and I am looking forward for the book 5 for paper lovers. I wish I could get my hands on previous books but I guess it is imposible.

Snailmail

In this new age of the Internet, people are so succumbed by their mobile phones and high tech gadgets. But I have always love to write and it did not matter whether it is a poem or a prose, I still love to write just by using a pen and a piece of paper. I will always find time to write even just one sentence.

From my love friend in Turkey and she is Tugba

From my lovely local friend, Farah :) Yes I write to my local Malaysian friends too

I used to write to a lot of pen-pals when I was in high school but I had to quit due to lack of time and I was still a student and I could not afford the postage at that time but a couple of years ago, I manage to get back to writing to new pen-pals especially to international friends. I couldn't believe it and jumped into the chance to meet new people. It was like I was reliving the old days. It was through the Instagram when I first saw some posts on snail-mail. But I felt intimidated because they were so beautiful! Snail-mailing has evolve vastly and as I remembered it clearly, it wasn't always that pretty.

So now I like to challenge myself to create nice mail art of my own and didn't want to make it too obvious that I copy them from the others. It is more like being inspired instead. So I like to get these beautiful paper design pads I purchase online.

I guess that's all about my love on snail-mail. I hope to be good at managing my letters though and send them out as soon as they got in. I have the tendencies to send them way too late. If you happened to stumble upon this blog, feel free to check on my Instagram at @poetessemo and DM me to be your new penpal. I am currently still looking for more penpals worldwide and hopefully I can find penpals from mostly Europe and the Balkan countries but everyone is welcome of course. 

Female penpals only!
preferable if you above 18 years of age.

Sorry but no male penpals :D

These are some beautiful ephemera for my journal and penpals.

poetessemo poetry

Curiosity Kills

My Fiction : Northern Land of Karshla Ralle

As I whisked myself onto the journey to the north, an ancient land of my forefathers birth were true as told by many seers in our village. It has been buried down in the center of planet Furlary centuries ago and it has been foretold a leader, followers and the innocents were to be return back to their rightful land but as we stomped with our blistering feet to our land we are dying to have and steeping down hill, feeling the thorns of the river rocks plunging into our paws as we walk, we were being shadowed by a bright hot sun. As sword and halo-blade rod on my back hungers for evil but it shall wait as innocents were to bare by our hands. “How far are we lass? Thou shall know the little ones seek to rest. Could ye pity these children?” asked Darla, a mother of 2. It took me a while to answer if I am to be a leader. It is nigh dawn as I felt the exhaustion in my body. “That we shall do now and let us all gather wood. We have a mile to go until we reached the ship and it will forever lead thee to freedom! Shall ye say living to us and let the Gods of Krasna bless us with goodness!” I said with love. We closed our eyes to the medley of prayers in with both of our hands resting peacefully on out chests.

Three days ago I could hear groans from tired little children to the poor citizens that have been walking for days! It took me years for them to make them believe for what I have foreseen in my dreams. It finally came immanent that the seers had it foretold before but never have they tried to yield the truth because according to the legend told by the villagers, evil karma will roam innocents in our village in this planet and they seek bodies of young-lings from the age of 5 years old to possess them. It is to destroy every trace of human kinds since men started venture out of the ancient earth. It is the year of 5930 and I am now at age 20 and 6. I was never a gifted child whilst others glares as I was a bastards child, yield from hell as they threw glares of hate onto the eyes of my mother who I love and mine. The villagers soon accepted me after years of insult they blindly pointed but their hearts has forgotten my past as for who I was but for who I am now a warrior they are relying on as we were on our journey to freedom and shall Krasna bless us goodness and shall he hear our plead to a never ending peace. As we await the awaken of the great dusk of day, I sworn to myself I shall bring them safe to the Northern Land of Karshla Ralle, the birth of many Krasna holders before...

Poetessemo © Copyright 2016 Alsa Haslinda All rights reserved. Distribution of any kind is prohibited without the consent of Alsa Haslinda

My Fiction : Westlera

Shall the young ones throw hatred, wanting to kill those who breed; I could never find words to stop it. As I walked onto the sandy beaches thinking of what the world has become. Soon whilst taking pictures of isles that surrounds me, I weep! I had love from father dearest and for I would do anything to have him come back but it is faith and for God loved him more but for now my eyes hurt so bad through the many evil I have witnessed and why the world so cruel? Why must there be hatred among parents? Why they cannot just live through it all and although it is true though some parents may be evil themselves but most should be loved and as these answers will always remained questioned! The sky was bright and my toes intertwined with the sand below me as the waves splashed up shore. 'Louisa, for the sun will not shine on you even though you bury yourself to slay. Shall thee have faith in the world for evil will always be defeated,' said Lirai, brushing on the rods of those who she has killed. 'No warriors think the same, dear cousin. We cannot think the way the do and hope evil will just kneel down and ask for our mercy!' I said with pride for I seek for evil and thus I shall not wait for death to come rolling when you can prevent it by deceasing them first hand.

Poetessemo © Copyright 2016 Alsa Haslinda All rights reserved. Distribution of any kind is prohibited without the consent of Alsa Haslinda

Some positive quotes

These are some of the many positive quotes I found.

Stationery addict!!

Some of the essentials needed for journaling. I am such a stationery addict! But I do not spend too much on them though. Just in moderate portion. It is cool to see a lot of people would spend hundreds and even thousands of ringgit to but high-end and expensive stationery. And I am not going to like but I get a tad jealous but I know that I could never afford them. I am able to control my urges while hundreds of people out there who couldn't. That is why I always find a way to make my own resources and find the most affordable tools out there. 

Dark Moon - Part One

I am starting another series called "Dark Moon" I hope everyone likes it.

Summary

A new Dark Queen has risen and looking for innocents life to be soldier but somewhere within the darkness, there is a light that will shine through evil. This is a journey of a girl who will save all man kind and she is determine.

Dark Moon - Part One

She is an heir to the dark throne,

as she dances all night and live for life,

so wick your candles and stand by her side,

or kneel like the others before the ocean tide,

and whisk into the forest and seek for your queen,

as by the blood-moon searches for its army,

make sure you were not to be seen,

as we blow the horns to call upon the dead,

and wish for the darkest night,

but try not to loose your head,

as everyone is on their way, dragging themselves into the darkness

as they assemble along the river, lighting candles throughout the night

as the good lights are at home, hiding in fright

they would not dare to come out,

until they could see the light of day,

as they sit in their beds, and chairs,

praying that they would not be slayed,

but the queen is coming at your door, looking for more cure,

to bring her true love back, as she is hunger for more,

It is just the beginning, and it is not the end,

lets all gather and hold hands, and curse the queen away

before it is too late, before she spread hate,

all across this land of ours, lets hope for a hero,

that would be here to help, as some where out there,

she is ready to fight and yelp...

to be continued

Alsa Haslinda © Copyright 2016

PS - I dedicate this series to my old time buddy Bruno! I hope you will like it!

Journal Entry of the day :)

Hello! It is time to journal again! I really missed it. I just some time to write in one of my writings before continuing with my school work. I will write more for sure. I have more to be copied into my Bnottee journal.

It has been some time.

Hello everyone! It has been a while since I last post a blog post and I have been so busy with work. I still need to work on so many things but I took some time off to write some poems in my journal. It is almost full and I am looking forward to write in more poems. I ordered some more die-cut stock-cards for future entries.