GIVE ME THERAPY, I'M A WALKING TRAVESTY.

twentythree y.o. geographer, barista, yoga practitioner. University College London. born and bred in the lil' island of Singapore. constantly searching for answers. extremely flawed, especially when it comes to imposing standards on others, expecting too much, not knowing when to close her mouth (to shut the fuck up or to stop eating). too crazy for her own good and has to be taken with a massive handful of salt. adores backpacking, hitch-hiking, hill-walking, red wine, whiskey, cocktails, fine food and good conversations.
REMINDER:
"open your heart. someone will come. someone will come for you. but you'd have to open your heart first."


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Thursday, September 16, 2010
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❝ Thirty Day Letter Challenge: Day 17 ❞


DAY SEVENTEEN: SOMEONE FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD


Dear Nicky

I think if I called you "Nicky" in real life like in the past you will kill me. HAHAHA.

Please work hard for your N Levels okay? And we will party hard after the exams.

I miss the times we had when we were young, all the playing with you and Yeeru (? I have never really known how to spell his name) at the playground and watching the two of you play with your new toys (which I sadly don't have HAHA).

Love
Fiona