List #47

 

Here's a secret : I went back to lovelettering and i found out that the 2 letters i submitted got published. And they made me laugh and cry. Most of all, they made me remember. You don't have to figure out what the hell is lovelettering and i'll save you the trouble of looking through the 100 over messages from all around the world, submitted anoymously to the website.

I totally forgot about the website but stumbled onto it again, and found what i wrote and submitted like......... a year ago. Here goes.

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#forty four

Dear _,
You don't know this but I'm aching. I haven't been able to sleep normally and I toss and turn countless number of times, only to find that my heartache hasn't gone away. It probably will if you die and I move on. But you're still alive and I''m still stuck knowing.

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#sixty two

Dear _,
you kind of suck now and i'm glad that you're gone. People say i've had some blonde moments and i guess that's true. But my most blonde moment was when i became interested in you.

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If you do, however, manage to find the site, i don't think she's gonna upload anymore submits because.... well she hasn't uploaded for like...... a year and more. And if you do see my letters, then haha i shall just tell you that the single alphabet it's addressed to isn't the first letter of the person's name. It's more of........... an inside joke. Oh well.

To-Do-List #47 (I did this minutes back but i decided to post it because, well, i'm bored)

1. Forgive and quite impossibly forget
2. Sleep, and move on
3. Walk down 14 steps, grab bag and start June Holiday Homework #1
4. Find phone somewhere in my quilt and REPLY MESSAGES
5. Clear inbox, erase my 3000 hotmails, delete FB messages and empty memories.
6. Practice violin
7. Run to the film store and buy more film *blog about this
8. Think of a one-minute-of-silence timing and text sha
9. Text Deanna a life threatening text
10. Call the Police, Singapore Casket Association and the Pastor, if Deanna doesn't reply

*I DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE AN ANCIENT CAMERA. After being a proud owner of a pretty camera for...... 2 weeks? My mom finally tells me i can't open the back hatch and let the film get exposed to...  (well i'm a smart pure chem student so i'd say oxygen) air if not the picture will turn out........... not looking like a picture. Just a black piece of glossed paper. Then i thought back about every picture i took with the camera and realised, that after i took a picture, I WOULD OPEN THE HATCH.

!@#$

Back to my very boring afternoon-turning-evening.