Disclaimer

I acknowledge human's, as other beings', capabilities when angry, sad or disappointed. So I'm writing this for somebody I respect so much that I'm willing to set back and just take it all.

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The only thing that could hurt is when I see her hurt. And that might just make me cross the line.

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To another living thing

Dear another living thing,

I see you are alone and distracted or destructed rather. In my search for some shelter in my mind where I could spend tonight, I saw you. And somethings came up to my mind, like instant somethings I want to tell you. That would go like this.

You never know when you are going to die. So sail away, take the high road, eat as much as you can, while you can. No food could kill you. Anyway, it is every living thing's destiny, to die in the end. Wherever you are make yourself comfortable and carefree. Nevermind the people who stare or whisper. You'd be just as miserable if you don't. Go on. Be carried away by the currents that has been blowing you. Be spontaneous. Seriously, try to communicate with the people around you. Don't just talk, communicate. Stop paraphrasing. Say what you mean. Maybe you could practice with inanimate objects like that napkin holder in front of you. I can tell that, too but don't worry if you feel like you're not doing anything right lately. Life could be pretty messy. But haven't you thought of it, that the more mess you could make out of it, the more things you could look back to and laugh at. I see you worry about time all the time, too. Stop clockwatching. Life is a rush you can't kill. Just go easy and light with it. Though death is the most certain thing in this world, forget that you are running out of time.

{*_*}

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letter to Santi Klaus

Dear Santa,

Do you remember me, the kid who used to call you Santi Klaus. I am the kid who used to ask a bicycle from you and i wrote letters for you every year. Then having no replies and bicycle at all makes me think that somebody has been stealing your mail.

I'm back again, but this time I won't be asking for a bicycle anymore. I know its already Christmas. So I have thought about a gift that could spare you from wrapping and tax.

Please please possess my Physics teacher tomorrow and make me pass the remedial exam.

With love,

Mush Potato

P.S. I didn't mail this letter because Grinch might find this and steal it again.

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