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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.