January 2010
18 posts
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Dear Tumblr
Today Yejing saw her korean boy band out of the blue at Esplanade while we were doing our project at the rooftop. I must admit we were all stalking them, following them around. I am stalker material, I know all the short cuts! She told us that she made a half-hearted wish on her blog about her being able to see her idol - and it came true. So… here goes:
Dear tumblr,
I wish that...
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Dear Whoever
Dear whoever,
I think after what had happened, I’ve become this monster. I’m not as clear as to how I should react to things, and my emotions vary so much within seconds nowadays that it scares me. There are days where I submerge myself so much into the now that I almost wish I didn’t have a cellphone. I want to disconnect, I want to log out, I want to be free.
It’s...
everyone's heartbroken nowadays, but i mean, we...
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Dear Boy-at-the-back-of-my-mind
Dear boy-at-the-back-of-my-mind,
I wish you could read my thoughts, so you wouldn’t ask me stupid questions. Or rather see what I want but dare not ask of, so I would never have to. In fact, it’ll be nice if you did what an ideal boy would do, so train rides home wouldn’t feel so empty.
I’m trying my best to fall back in love with you here. And I need some help from...
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Daniel
I DREAM OF HOME~~~
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Dear Buddy Holly
Dear Buddy Holly,
Please bring me back to when you were alive. When I hear your voice, I melt instantaneously like a chemical reaction on a petri dish. Your hair looks like you’ve combed it for a hundred times before you’re at peace with it; and your glasses look cute on you unlike all those sad hipster boys; you were born in the 30s, and you even died before I was born. Quite...
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Dear Unloving
Dear Unloving,
Let me love you.
x
“Do you ever get that feeling where you don’t want to talk to anybody? You don’t...”
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14001.) I have no idea who I am anymore. It...
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Folks
Little notes left in the library book you borrowed. The last stick of cigarette in the box. Rain on a sunny day. A ten dollar bill I find in my bag. The song I can’t get out of my head. French toast on a Sunday. The first freshly taken polaroid of a pack of film. The boardwalk overlooking an entire reservoir. A french film and a cup of tea at 6pm. The number 14. Birds that retire on the...
Doctor Pea Brain
What’s with your narcissistic ways? Always out to just make a face for yourself. In front of who? You just want to show your superiority, and what do you get? Respect? You know what you can do this very moment? Fuck off and die.
Talk about respect. Get your story fucking right okay? The last fucking words I said was “Call me when you’re going home so you can pick me up.”...
December 2009
42 posts
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Dear Unusual
Dear unusual,
I would like to think of you as another word in the dictionary, but it is impossible to ignore the fact that some times there will just be a day where you feel that “unusual” is the only apt word to use. It’s not something special and neither is it weird - it’s just plain blatant unusual. Am I making sense?
I don’t feel compelled to say “Happy...
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I used to know this girl
Who gave her love away...