24 January 2012

Dear self, please stop stalking people who clearly don’t deserve you. Instead, why not begin stalking your dreams? Seriously, get up on your feet, you procrastinating bum!

Dear nail polish on my toes, I’m sorry that as my right hand is typing my left hand is getting rid of what’s left of your four-weeks-ago lovely 200-peso self. And I’m sorry I keep wearing ridiculous closed shoes for the past few days. I mean, what did you expect.

Dear daddy, you have no idea how much mom misses you. She is developing this habit of inserting you in every conversation we have. So I’m glad super you’re coming over this Friday. And I’m keeping my fingers crossed that you’ll also take me to see Mama Mia.

Dear CJ Corona, please tell me. Are you receiving death threats from Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo?

Dear chicken hot pot I cooked for lunch, wow you’re lovely. You made my lola ask for another round. Well, almost.

Dear Sofia Vergara, you are the reason why I watch Modern Family. I can listen to you talk all day every day. In fact I’m thinking I will convert to mp3 a video of you doing a monologue and put it on my iPod so that I can officially listen to you talk all day everyday.

Dear wallet, must be really sad to feel so empty.

Dear little brother, I hate how our parents have recently been thinking that you’re up to something inauspicious just because you’re always running out of allowance. Oh well, it doesn’t matter. Been there, done that. I get you. I trust you. I will defend you.

Dear Sundance Festival, I will conquer you someday. 

Dear future boyfriend, today my greatest accomplishment is that I finally mastered how I’m going to react just in case in the future you decide to surprise me with a trip to the Bahamas.  

Dear self (part 2), you’ve obviously also mastered how to be pathetic. So congraaatulations.