Dear Charley’s Grilled Sub Cashier,

I didn’t mean to be so flirty and troll you when you asked for my number, I get choked up in scenes like this. Plus, my heart already belongs to someone.

Dear Big Brother

What the fuck are you doing?! Gambling is consuming not only your life but the your family get your shit together.

Dear Tennis,

Yes! I have finally got a partner to play with. Been playing for days weeks now but lets get back at you after this long break… mmk? Dear Self,

It’s been a year since you last wrote on this blog… but awesome! you got yourself a laptop (of your own) now. Maybe it’s time to increase your network life.

Dear Secret Love,

I have been terribly consumed by you, I’m going crazy over you but why do you torture me like this. What happen to our simple and yet adventurous meeting? I MISS YOU

Dear RCC,

My gosh, all my hard work equates to none. All your electronic administrations are so confusing. Webadvisory isn’t working right.

Dear Sickness,

I hate it, It’s been a few days and I don’t feel productive at all.

Dear Ricky Gervais,

You are a genius! Introducing Karl Pilkington is the best goddamn thing since podcast.

Dear EDD,

Why are you such a hassle to put in Financial Aid?! You kept sending me the wrong gaddamn paper!

Dear Food,

Man, It’s time to keep on check again. Looks like I’ve gotten use to eating at night. 8pm is your time limit

Dear Boardwalk Empire,

You guys just test my patience everyday. I want the next episode already. It’s too awesome for just once a week.

Dear Today’s Dream,

Stuck somewhere in a building with an alien life form tied up to the chair. And my partner betrayed and killed me. Because of that, I awoken on a different dimension where he is sleeping and lust was all over the place to trick me. It seemed like they were torturing my partner. I got killed again. I woke up in reality, and for some reason, held the exacto-knife by my bed and went back to the same realm holding it. I cut the rope and stabbed the villains and help my partner out. Weird I was able to bring stuff in. It was cool though.

Dear Nylon-Stringed Guitar,

Why does the D String always snap! Now, I can’t play guitar for a while

Dear Past Self,

You were cool, not quite as daring as today but those days - where curious mind and immaturity are very much acceptable. Being young is just full of fascinating things that even a simple experience is a satisfaction.

Dear Present Self,

Time is an endless flow of stream. But somewhere alongside this slow/fast moving measure of life is a waterfall. And I hope before any of that happens I get to fulfill my purpose. Planning your future is a difficult thing. A lot of distraction around you. Its up to you to put the plans in action. bro!

Dear Future Self,

I have 3 hopes for you: 1. Married, at least one child named Wolfgang, and have an awesome career (better be an architect/civil engineer and not one of those stereotype jobs). 2. Made your body the temple of Mars. 3. Still have the closest friend you have today.

Dear Thanksgiving leftover,

I think I gained 7lbs devouring you. Why is it hard to resist?

Dear 1917 years old wine aka Stella Rosa,

I never thought something this aged can be so good… and cheap! Will wine be the next booze? I think so..

Dear Lewd Affair,

Wow, seeing a friend done something too friendly with another person while s/he is with someone else is quite a disappointment. And I was given the burden to witness such intention. The problem is… I don’t know what to do. Fuck Lewd Affairs.

Dear Weather,

I love the cold, but damn, why do my room have to be in the garage? My toleration isn’t as powerful yet.

Dear New Generations (Particularly the mid-90s),

It’s your goddamn fault that many things in the world shouldn’t exist. Back in the days, trying to get a drink on a store was timeless. but thanks to you, we now have liquor curfew (what the fuck is that?) And yeah, why the fuck you ask for weed so effortless. I remember the days when those were strictly low key. But now kids are getting out of hand.

Dear Jamie,

An idea is like a bacteria, a virus, an infection. A slight thought of an idea can trigger a chain of it’s growth. I might have used negative metaphor for “idea” but nothing best describe it as a virus. By experiencing an infection, we learn to create anti-bodies, cure and resistance. But sometimes ideas are too grand, too fantastic, too captivating that we choose to dream. For dreams gives you hope. And a hopeless man can not feel the existence. By the way, I’m just babbling things.

Dear of Montreal,

I’m sad that I missed your concert in LA. I really really want to see you guys perform.

Dear Taco Girl,

Why is it that every time I see you, you get a lot more lovelier than the last? I think I’m ganna write a short fictional story about you.

Dear Common Generation (of my age) aka. Indie Enthusiasts,

I’m really annoyed by how you measure your music appreciation or even knowledge just by knowing an Indie band(s). Just because you know a lot of unknown artists doesn’t make you an expert in musical taste in fact, that would only sum you up to a scout. Everyone has different preferences in music and they are always changeable. Having Indie band in your playlist doesn’t mean you have the grand mastery in music. It just means you are a groupie.

Dear Self,

It seems like your dreams of becoming an architect is blocked by obstacles. Currently I have no means of getting a proper education on such course. As a result, joining a military service might be the greatest option I have. Choosing between the Navy or the Air Force is quite a difficult decision.

Dear Self,

Fuck, I find it really hard to read/write musical notes. I need to push myself a little further.

Dear Self,

You need to start running cause you have maximize the full potential of the fasting you’ve done.

Dear Self,

Focus! you need to lose more weight. This week, I dare you eat delicious fruit. and please re-read all your motivations. It helps a lot!

Dear You,

It’s been over three months since I have physically seen you. How awful of me to think differently about about you. No one would understand what I’m going through and just like the lesson we learn from the Yin and Yang symbol; deep down the dark side there is a pure heart. But even though this feeling is unacceptable, I’m counting on you to prove me wrong. Then maybe one day, I can explain it kisses.

Dear Military,

Marines, Army, Navy or Air Force. To join or not to join?

Dear Bestfriend No.3 plus a Couple of Old Friends,

Is this for real? It seems like you guys are getting out of hand. I can’t help but think that the logic to you actions are blamed on that day, your perspective in existence got duller.. hey, I can’t blame you… yes, even I do think the same. Well, I guess what I’m trying to say is that you should let go of these bad habits that’s slowly delivering you to your doom. The sad part is, you think you have control. But I think differently.

Dear Mr. Instigator,

Man, fuck you for reeling in my good friends in bad territories. Musically speaking, you were a respected man to me - but all that is gone now. You have truly lost it, you think getting high is the most fucking amazing things. Honestly, your philosophy is silly and immature. The more you say it, the more idiotic you get. Your corrupt methods will soon be your menace if you don’t stop it soon.

Dear Self,

Woo-hoo! You’ve lost twenty five pounds! That’s a big achievement. You are also twenty five percent closer to your goal. See, anythings possible. Just don’t be shaken out of your adamant will.

Dear Computer,

It looks like we are not as close of a buddy as we use to. I think it’s a good thing, leaving me more time to do other stuff (time I don’t seem to use wisely, though). Unfortunately, this social experiment seem to untethered me to my circle of friends. Nevertheless, I enjoy being spontaneous on the extra time that I have.

Dear Keyboard in my room,

Well, seems like we are going to spend a lot of time together. I’ve gotten use to learning more chords and scales out of my boredom. For now, let me learn those simple classical pieces out before I start on a Movement.

Dear Self,

I’m fully aware of the idea the crossed my mind. But even with this awareness, I find myself struggling which doors I need to enter in my self-debatable road forks. Surely, the choice that agrees on society MIGHT be a great idea. However, I can’t help but think that the other knob leads to something much grander. Am I even sane to thinking so?

Dear Three Hundred Twenty One dollars and Eighty one cents,

Thanks to my witty and endearing vocabulary charms, I manage to champion the Judge’s decision to grant my wishes - after all, everything I said was the grand truth. Farewell obnoxious fees! you’re scratched down to none.

Dear Traffic Court,

You sure know how to fuck up my day! Didn’t even send me any mail regarding such any fault I did in the pass years, and now I’m have to pay you three hundred dollars extra for some late fee?! Where’s the justice in that!

Dear Self,

Amazing you walked ten miles today. The real astonishing stuff about it is that you weren’t even exhausted after that. Does this means my metabolism is increasing.

Dear Big Brother,

You spoil me with your unwavering support, and in times like this that I’m glad you always look out for me. We all have our down and flawed moments, and because you let me experience them with out pressure or show of disappointment, you made me a better person.

Dear jobs,

Your not very offering this year, I have made my preference even expand to the least bit of my likings. Majority of us have turned freelance, thought. I guess that means our economic growth must be REAL bad.

Dear Self,

Why do I find these running thoughts in my head very amusing? It’s like a improve theatrical play that my inner thoughts are vocalizing to visualize in a hypothetical form. Should I aspire to be a writer? I find it hard to print it in words cause some of it contains material a reader might find disturbing.