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Night Walker | Day Dreamer.
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Dear ?,
Honestly, I don’t know what to say because I don’t even know who the coolest person I’ve never met in my entire life. And I can’t for the life of me, remember who the coolest person I’ve met either so don’t feel bad. LOL.
Uhh… so uhm, I’ll just go with “Hi, I think you’re the coolest person ever. Ktnxbye.”
(Sorry I just can’t…)
Dear Starscream,
I want you to know that I like your voice.
I know it sounds weird but of all the characters in Transformers (G1 cartoon series), your voice is one of the few things I can clearly remember.
Are you surprised that I’m writing a letter to you instead one of the prominent Autobots? Well, don’t be. You’re actually a cool character :-bd. Although everything you seemed to do to surpass Megatron is a failure, your existence in Transformers makes it more interesting.
Don’t give up on being the next leader of the Decepticons. I’m rooting for you (rofl).
They killed you in the movie though, what a shame. :p
Dear April 5, 1994,
You are the day when Kurt Cobain left the world.
To be honest, when he died, I don’t even know who he was. I was too young to care about music… or anything for that matter.
As I grew older, I have come to realize that Nirvana’s songs were great. Thanks to my older brother who kept playing Nirvana songs whenever he drive me to school.
I simply loved that alternative grunge sound coming from the radio and the sound of the rough and raspy voice of the vocalist. It was kind of hypnotic and it felt like I wanted to listen to his music all day. We even named one of our dogs Nirvana lol.
When my brother told me that Kurt Cobain already died, I thought “That sucks”.
I felt sad knowing that I could no longer hear new music from Nirvana and Kurt Cobain.
Up to this day, I still listen to Nirvana. Even though I keep playing the same songs, their music simply doesn’t grow old on me.
You are a sad, sad day April, 5 1994.
Dearest Grilled Oyster,
I want you to know that every time I think about you, my mouth gets watery. When I close my eyes, I can remember your garlic buttery, spicy fragrance, your inexplicable but interesting consistency, and your heaven sent taste that can send shivers to my spine. Mmm…
I want to eat you so bad right now.
I’m sorry, I can’t go on with this letter because I am getting really hungry just thinking about eating you.
P.S. I wanted to write to Pita bread with Indian Curry but it seems like I miss you more so yea.
Dear Arnold Clavio,
I want to kick you in the face because you look like a ninja turtle slash kokey wearing a formal suit. Sorry for picking on you because of your appearance but honestly, I don’t get why GMA picks ugly reporters. Mike Enriquez is another good example. He looks like a cross between a gorilla and a worn out kitchen sponge. Not only does he look annoying, but he also talks like he’s from Sparta.
I mean, you’re on TV almost everyday of the week! Like it or not, people always look at your faces when they watch the news therefore I believe that all reporters should also look attractive aside from being able to deliver the news properly. If not attractive, then at least someone who doesn’t look like an alien specie!
P.S.
I also want to kick Mo Twister on the face. I dunno why but I can’t stand that guy.
Dear Cunt,
Actually, I don’t want to kick you in the face. I really don’t… What I wanna do to you is far worse than that.
Yuck, I’m putting you in the limelight again but I cannot think of another person who I want to kick in the face other than you.
It must be hard to live a life that’s considered as a big joke to everyone and simply serves as a good entertainment source in passing time.
I’ll let you know that I still laugh whenever we talk about how you got Leukemia that mysteriously disappeared, how you desperately try so hard to hide your poorly constructed sentences with leet and how you laugh “phahahaha ;3” idiotically whenever you got nothing better to say which is, I’m afraid ALL THE FKKEN TIME.
You know, sometimes I wish you’d come back in FT and prove to us one more time that you are indeed a moron. :) I guess, your parents must be related or something that’s why you’re born retarded… but calling you retarded is an insult to retarded people. :|
What troubles me most though is that your so called ‘friends’ can actually understand what you wrote. I guess dumb birds flock together huh?
Oh yea, before I forgot. Don’t get too proud when you graduate from College. It doesn’t prove that you’re actually smart, it is because your school actually let stupid people like you graduate ;)
I hope you get AIDS,
Aya
Dear Captain Jack Sparrow,
Why are you oozing with pheromones?!
I love you to death, I’ll follow you everywhere! Marry me? lol j/k. :D
Seriously, despite your quirkiness and eccentric personality, I still find you very attractive.
Your maddskillz in escaping certain death, although most of the time improvised, is truly impressive.
Kidding aside, I know it says a letter to a movie character but I can’t help myself from saying this: Johnny Depp, you are by far the handsomest and the most talented actor evarrrr.
Dear Long necks (Sauropods),
I wonder how your egg tastes like?
If your meat actually tastes better than chickens then I guess if you’re still alive today, no one will go hungry no more.
Farming something as huge as you ain’t gonna be easy tho.
I know you’re not as scary as the T-rex but your overall mass gotta account for something…
Oh, sorry if all I talk about is eating you. It’s just that this era is full of shitty problems you don’t even wanna know.
Hey, have you seen “Land Before Time”? You rock on that movie dude! Little foot’s got me crying when his mummy died. *sniff*
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Dear Chalk,
I hate the sound you make when someone uses you to write on something. I also hate how you make me scrunch my face when someone erases you from the chalkboard and then your dandruff-like consistency flies all over to my face. I always wanted to ran away for cover (or open an umbrella) whenever that happens.
I am so glad that you are getting obsolete.
Dear Worn Out Kitchen Sponge,
I can’t stand touching you when you get smelly, ugly and disheveled. Sorry, but you’re so full of germs and just thinking about touching you gives me goosebumps.
Dear Garden Gnomes, Clown Dolls, and Religious Statues
Why are you always included in a horror movie? Why do you make normal, happy people like me become afraid of you? Gargoyles who are even ten times uglier doesn’t freak me out much as you do.
I know this sounds crazy but sometimes I even think that you’re alive. I especially hate it when it seemed like you’re following me with your gaze. Stop doing that!
Dear Blinking/Talking Human-sized Dolls,
Are you really a toy for little girls or some sort of torture device?! WHY ARE YOU EVEN INVENTED! You are not cute; you are creepy and I would never touch you. I will die first before I let my (future) children play with you.
Dear Pimple,
I know you are not an inanimate object but I still hate you. (LOL) My hatred for you is infinite. Why do you grow on the face? Why not somewhere unnoticeable like the the soles of my feet ? Why are you hard to get rid of? And why do you always leave marks on my face when you do leave? I want you to know that I hate you so much that I want you to leave me alone forever. You are harassing me with your presence. Why do you even exist?
so I’m going to do another Tumblr challenge. :p
Here’s the link. A 30 day challenge that doesn’t suck.
