Day 13

Dear Whoever it may concern,

I'm sorry if I've pissed you off or upset you unknowingly. Please forgive me because I think I forgive you.

Love,

Nov.

//p.s ok this is a stupid letter to write

Day 12

Dear Aaron,

First of all, a big 'fuck you'.

Second of all, a big 'thank you'.

Last of all, 'otherwise, you're not worthy of me to give a fuck about, thank you very much.'

Love,

Nov.

//p.s sorry for the f-bombs, but this is supposed to be a hate mail, right, for day 12?

Day 11

Dear Kurt Cobain,

I wish you would tell me how you really died and how you really felt. It's hard to be a celebrity, especially when you didn't exactly want to be that big. When everybody wants a piece of you, we would just feel too vulnerable to give them everything, as much as we would like to. I'd understand if you lied. Thank you for your contribution, not just to the musical realm, but you made grunge a culture as well. And, yes, it is better to burn out than to fade away.

Love,

Nov.

Day 10

Dear pohziwei,

WE NEED TO CATCH UP AND YOU NEED TO TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR OFFDAYS IN YOUR SCHEDULE BECAUSE I DESPERATELY MISS YOU AND YULI-CHAN!

Love,

Nov.

Day 9

Dear Shelley,

I wish I could meet you. Not that we can communicate, but to just see you and say hi would be enough for me. Please keep the looks and entries on your ezine coming. You always have pretty photos and an even prettier face. One day I'll visit Stockholm and I'll definitely go to RED when I'm there. If they let me in. You're my inspiration for so many things. Keep on inspiring!

Love,

Nov.

Day 8

Dear @jjjamieee,

You are my favourite internet friend because I think that you're as dope as me. Like you've said, twins! I could easily go to your url and check almost 3/4 of your interests as mine as well. You have this unpretentious way of talking which is really cool, and you're prettier than me. And finally, your love for clothes. You need to keep coming up with those new looks and outfits, love 'em!

I think my blog is very much kept alive these days because of this letter challenge, and it's all thanks to your tweet for this.

If I could be a girl I would wanna be just like you.

Love,

Nov.

Day 7

Dear Edz,

It was a great 2 1/2 years with you. It's a pity that looking back, or even looking at things now, that we're probably not meant to be forever. Like what they always say, it's better to have loved and lost than not to have loved at all. A rather scant excuse, to be honest. However, consolations aren't designed to be true, they're made to tide things over for people, to give them some false hope so that they could stay alive and therefore enjoy the better things that life has in store for them.

And this is when I shall start to be grateful. Thank you for letting me know my ability and capacity to love. Thanks for making me grow up and stuff. Ultimately, thank you for allowing me to see the world unbound by any obligations or commitment, so that I could see things more objectively. Thanks for all that pain when you left. I am who I am now hugely because of who I was then. If not for you, I wouldn't have been so damn pretty awesome.

I'm happy that you've found somebody to love in quick time. You guys probably deserve each other a lot. It's hard to have your guy so busy with work, but bear with it, perhaps he's working for both of your future. He just has to work more than the average person because his qualifications are pretty much below average. Don't break his heart, I'm sure he loves you like hell. If you do, he'll most probably be single forever.

Thanks for giving me your everything while we were together. I miss bearbear and everyone else. And also your cousin, well, sort of.

If not for you I wouldn't have found my sunshine.

Love,

Nov.

Day 6

Dear Stranger,

You will probably never see this. If it were me from perhaps two months ago I would have relished writing you this little note, but not anymore, no, not now. I guess it's probably destiny that we are strangers to some people, and friends to others. And the thing is, stranger, this applies to you, too.

Thanks for distracting my mind for a moment, but then that's probably just it. But this reflection of sort made me realise that you have your own life, too. I mean, when we just walk pass people and perhaps give some a second glance, we don't exactly think about their lives, the troubles that they might have, or stuff like that.

Therefore, stranger, I wish you good luck in whatever you do. I won't remember you even if I see you again. Till then, if we ever meet again.

Love,

Nov.

Day 5

Dear dreams,

I will chase all of you like hell. Run hard, because I don't want to catch you when you're just half-hearted. I know at the end of the day, no matter if I've succeeded in one, none, or even all of you, I would be pleased and proud that I have dreams and I've tried. While you're at it, brush pass people, let them catch on, too. Everyone needs a dream, or many.

Love,

Nov.

Day 4

Dear brother,

You're the best brother in the world. I can't have a better brother than you. I am proud of you.

Please have your dreams, and don't be afraid to chase them. You have swift feet, you can do it. Time is on your side, so think more. And maybe quit DOTA, it's gay. You've a kind heart, and you've a determined mind. You're made to be successful in whatever you do. My advice to you is to dare to imagine. And also to be a more willing slave to me.

Love,

Nov.

Day 3

Dear Mom and Dad,

I've nothing but gratitude for the both of you.

Thank you for giving your everything, and more. Thank you for feeding me the best food that you can get. Thank you for raising me up to the person I am now. Thank you, Mom, for the cajoling and harsh truthful words. Thank you, Dad, for the encouragements and advices. Thank you for not giving up on the disappointing son that I am. Thank you for tolerating the late nights, the missed calls, the senseless shopping sprees, the crazy adolescent incidents, the lies, the ingratitude and everything else.

We don't wear our hearts on our sleeves in this house when it comes to expressing ourselves to each other, but I wish that you would know I've been trying to be better. I think actually both of you do.

Both of you must be the reason why I am so handsome, cute and kind.

Words can't say what love can do.

Love,

Nov.

Day 2

Dear Sunshine,

It feels like living on a completely different planet. You make me want to sing, you make me want to be the better me but you make me want to die as well.

I feel that, therefore, it is crucial to be a team considering our little similarities and differences. This could just be the perfect blend of sense and sensibility. I'm going to conquer this world anyway, but you can rule over it. So, for world peace, then, if for nothing else.

I feel so tiny and flawed, but hopeful. This is so amazing.

Come and have an adventure. And that was how America was discovered. We could be bigger than that.

Love,

Nov.

Day 1

Dear Pikachu,

I figured it's unfair to just make one person my best friend and write a letter to him or her. How many of us still believe in friendships anyways these days? Still, I love all my friends and I don't really care if they love me back less than how I love them. But, you are best friend because I guess you probably will never let me down, and you know me the best. And we sleep together.

Love,

Nov.

The 30 Day Letter Challenge

WRITE A LETTER TO THESE PEOPLE :

Day 1 — Your Best Friend

Day 2 — Your Crush

Day 3 — Your parents

Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)

Day 5 — Your dreams

Day 6 — A stranger

Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush

Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend

Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet

Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to

Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to

Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain

Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you

Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from

Day 15 — The person you miss the most

Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country

Day 17 — Someone from your childhood

Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be

Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad

Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest

Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression

Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to

Day 23 — The last person you kissed

Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory

Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times

Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to

Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day

Day 28 — Someone that changed your life

Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to

Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELLE.KYLIE.C

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Regular readers from my livejournal would have known that I refer to Belle as my part time little sister, or Stacey on fb. Whatever it is, it's a cause for celebration because an 18th birthday will always be monumental.

It's actually a long time since we've took time out to talk to each other beyond the quick updates about her room and other minor stuff. Therefore it was really great to be talking more again, especially of her views on the world and her own projects for photography and videography. After today, I realised that my little sister has indeed grown up. No, no that kind of cliched "Happy birthday, you've grown older!" kind of shallow and ridiculous birthday greetings (Seriously, it makes no sense! It's a birthday, duh. This is not the Curious Case of Benjamin Button.) . I'm saying to really have grown up. I'm totally proud of her.

Happy birthday, Belle! Your life has just begun.

I went to my Grandmother's last week. Revisiting that place where I grew up, I decided to take a stroll in the evening since I've nothing else much to do anyway considering the programmes on TV these days. So I went downstairs and walked the places where my cousins and I used to frolic and have plenty of fun when we were still kids and when Facebook and Twitter didn't exist to steal our social lives (that is irl, see, another online acronym) away. Ah, childhood memories. Everybody has them, be it good ones or bad.

The problem starts here, you see. While trying to reminisce and take in the sights of what have changed and what have not, I realized that I have lost the ability to stroll. That is, to walk at a decently slow speed. I guess this has got to do with growing up. As we start to have more activities lined up other than school, we try to squeeze them as much as possible so that we end up having an activities-filled day. This usually means more transportation time and also less sleeping time. So we sleep less, wake up tired, do things slower and end up rushing for time so that we don't screw up our schedules. The end result being having to walk at a faster pace so we that won't be late. Sadly, this rushing about has evolved into part of my lifestyle. To add to that is our nation's obsession with being the best and not missing out on things. And of course our live fast, live dangerous, live on the edge, and try not to die young mentality.

 

#1. Have something to live for.

One of my resolutions this year is to take things down a notch, what with all that hardcore partying and stuff, and to enjoy life's little things, pretty much Zombieland inspired. I've been trying consciously to do that, and it's not easy to break from going goal to goal. However, I think being able to slow ourselves down to take things in is important, lest we forget what the goals are really for, and then we'll slowly but surely lose ourselves. Losing our souls, that's equivalent to death. What's living if we've nothing to live for.

#2. Have something to die for.

To add to the point of living, I'd like to talk about something else. I always have concerned friends (and meddlesome strangers) coming up to me and say "Come on, Nov, stop your drinks, fags, parties and late nights. You'll die soon." Well, yeah, it's true too much of all these are really bad for the health, and with a poor body we can't survive to live our dreams. However, this also set me thinking about this thing about the age old pursuit of longetivity. To me, every second that we are living, we are also dying at the same time. Isn't it true? I guess that is why, on top of the point I mentioned in the last paragraph, being alive also means having something to die for. Nope, not the alcohol and fags, of course.

#3. Live like you're dying.

Seize the day. This is easier said than done. Well, I think a living example of somebody who lives by this code is Mr. Jordon Ng. He's many things, but a soulless barren capsule he is not. Carpe Diem, he always says. So clichéd, but so true! It's good to be safe, but don't be too afraid. I've always stand by my view that the best things in life costs only blind faith. And by standing by it, I mean taking the leaps. In the movies, they did it, didn't they? You can be a Casanova who takes and breaks heart so your own wouldn't be broken, or a shy kid who closes his heart to the world so that he wouldn't be let down. However, what would that give you? Vision gives you the ability to see opportunities, courage gives you the ability to go and get it despite the potential obstacles that your vision can't get pass. On top of that, you'll never learn what you really have until you lose it. So don't be afraid of getting something in the fear that you may lose it. That is stupidity.

 

That was quite the bohemian speech, eh? Speaking of bohemian, I'd recently re-watched Moulin Rouge. I've always told people when asked (or not!) about my beliefs, that I believe in Beauty, Freedom, Truth and Love. I don't know was it because I was subconsciously influenced by that movie. In the show, it spoke about these four things that make up the bohemian spirit. So I would like to think that I've an inner streak of boho-ism in me because that would be really pretty cool, ha! I hope this is the reason I went ahead to buy a headband last year. So, to wrap up this entry, I'm going to share a really awesome quote from Moulin Rouge.

"The greatest thing that you'll ever learn is to love and to be loved in return."