Dear Senator Barack Obama:
You are an inspiration.
You took Yes We Can and made them words people can believe in.
I really really really want you to win.
I have a dream today!
- Martin Luther King, Jr.
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I never used to cry over things I see, things I watch, or things I read; now I just seem to tear up all the time. Anything that drives home the possibilty of losing people I love.
I literally cannot live without my father. Look, just thinking about it makes me cry.
He is the man I admire most in the world, respect most in the world - love most in the world. He will always want the best for me, always be there for me, always give me anything I desire. I think about everything he has acheived in his lifetime, and I wonder if I will ever make it that far.
I would not have the strength to survive without you, Pa. Yet I never seem to be able to say I Love You - it just doesn't fall out of my mouth as easily as it slips out of others. I hope you know that I do love you, and that I always will. Forgive me for the wrongs I have commited, forgive me for ever hurting you - I pray that you will not leave me until I have the courage to stand on my own two feet.
I love you. Thank you, for everything.
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my favouritest cousins are coming back to Malaysia!
sherrr and kaaa didn't I just see you?
(bring me pretty sparkly things and white chocolate. pods! rocky road
actually don't lah I'm feeling fat. pretty sparkly things are all good though!)
haha see you soon!
Love, Ju.
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Hey,
I don’t have the words to say what I mean, but I will try anyway.
Sometimes I forget what it is like to worry. I forget that exam results are supposed to matter and I forget what it is like to be scared. I forget that like me, everyone has their insecurities and their moments of fear. Sometimes the world shrinks down to just me and for that, I am sorry.
I can’t help you, other than to ask you to work harder next time. It is never my right to comment or comfort when it comes to this – it always comes out wrong. Forgive me if it looks too effortless for me. Don’t envy me. There are so many things I would give academics up for, a million things I would trade.
I don’t even know if you’re going to read this.
If you’re thinking ‘this is for him, or this is for her’ – forget them. This post is dedicated to you.
Here’s what I want you to remember: You’re special, and I will always be there if you should need me.
You know, life may not take you where you want to go, but it’ll always bring you to where you’re supposed to be.
Me.
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