letters to my self..

recently, i'm quite interested in writing a letter to myself... i think it's interesting... there's even a program for kids to write themselves letters.. to help them think of wat they wan in the future, what are they doing now..

i googled "letters to myself" and came across this site.. and read it.. very interesting... abt this woman and her journey in life.. although halfway, i wondered why did it all revolves around men.. i realised, it made her the person she is now...

This was supposed to be a love letter to myself. All I can think of are all the men I've ever loved and the consequences of my choices. I don't love myself right now. But I want to start.
I want to take risks and live every fucking day like it's my last. I don't want to be sixty years old someday and think of all the life I wasted. I want my life to count for something. I want to give more and get more back.

I want to start making sense. I want to go to bed smiling and wake up smiling. I want to feel things. I don't want to be numb.

I am ready to bury my past and start living in the perfect present. All the men I've mentioned had a hand in forming the woman I've become. But not a single one of them were there during the hardest, most heartbreaking times of my life. It was just me in all my tattered, shattered glory.

I have two choices. I can be bitter or I can be brave.

I'm going to hike a canyon now.
Hiking a canyon is as good a place as any to start.

Love,

Me

so cuteee..

sooo cuuteee..... from the pet shop.... some mixed breed... soo cuuteee... something abt mixes... but 2 extremes... either they're really goooood looking or not really... keke....

exams comin'.... which means.... a little time left in melby..... =( but i'll be back.... but not so soon... =(
goin to miss the egg chifon rice... the spicy chicken chop on rice (not even spicy!)... the oh-so-expensive "authentic" Malaysian food... the heaven food jap place in port philip arcade.. coffee in the middle of the yarra river... half tix on tues at crown... regular priced hoyts... 12bucks per hour pool at strike... school library(keke..) ;p .... long walks to alexandra gardens... tramming to st kilda... queuing for krispy kreme... walking through myer to avoid the cold weather... cotton on... surf.dive.n.ski.. (mistakenly pronounced as surf-deevin-ski) .. tommy...
and of course frens that i made while i was here... hehe..

melby will always be a part of my memories... although just a short while... hehe.. =)