Posts tagged "Sidewalk Drama"

27 February 2012

Dear World, I was under the impression that everyone, man or woman, was supposed to have standards, preferences, and you know, never settle for anything less than butterflies, and all that. Aren’t preferences part of what makes finding “the one” so special? Without them, we could make just about anyone “the one.” So please stop judging me and telling me I’m too damn picky!

Dear Patty Grandidge, you’re cute and sweet and you make really yummy cupcakes. But could you please stop being such a monotonous speaker? I would have loved your show Etcetera but your voice over is getting on my nerves so much more than our neighbor who wouldn’t stop talking. So sorry, I had to change the channel.  

Dear My First Ever Purple Havaianas, I remember spending my first tWS honorarium on you almost three years ago. We’ve been through so much together, from hiking second floor of Guy Hall almost every day to running from stray dogs in Piapi to killing a poor cockroach one night last last month. And now you gave up on me. And I’m not sure I’m ready to do the same just yet. So off we go to Mr. Quickie tomorrow, k?

Dear Lola, I still miss you. Mom and I make the situation lighter by remembering only your good days when you were still so strong and full of life. But seeing your now empty bed every day just makes me remember how much pain you’ve had to endure during your last days. I still can’t help but cry sometimes and I’m sorry for that.

Dear Little Sister, I got your HP mini already! So proud to say it’s the first major big thing I’ve purchased since April last year. I’m sure you deserve it. Salutatorian is good enough.  

Dear Smart Bro, YOU SUCK.

Dear Toy Story 3, 15^th time I’ve watched you as of today and you’re still good with the tugging of my heartstrings and making me remember my Mrs. Buzz Lightyear phase and having me cry like a baby thing. Wow, you’re good.

Dear Haley Reinhart, I’m so thrilled for your first album out next month! I’m having mixed emotions here. Part of me really wants you to be famous and win a Grammy by next year. But part of me is also being selfish and wishes that you end up with the same fate as Kris Allen. That way, I’d be the only one in the world who would actually know the lyrics to all your songs. But of course I’m just kidding about you. I want everyone to know how awesome you are! And kidding about Kris Allen also because hey, he’s famous in his own way, world! End of discussion.

Dear Milk Magic Powdered Milk Melon Flavor, you are the best thing ever invented since extension cords. Please don’t be more expensive for the rest of my life.   

Dear Love, so yeah. How have you been? And Why oh why are you so darn selfish to me? 

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.