Seriously, when are you going to stop ringing?
Dear new housekeeper,
(The sad thing is, I'm too scared to confront you. Have you seen the size of your muscles?)
Dear AP chemistry,
Thank you for inviting me over for dinner.
You are feeding on my soul.
Thank you for being the most amazing dad ever. I love you.
P.S. I had to go pee after I saw this old photo of you.
Never let Auntie Raja'a fool you into blow-drying your hair again.
Not that you have much left of that…
:P You know I love you.
Why are you so fascinating?
And why can't I drop everything and visit every nook and corner of you right now?
Dear former incarnation of me,
I'm pretty sure you were African... or Chinese.
Admit it, I'm being really nice to you, aren't I?
I'm not eating as much as I used to, aren't I?
I'm just showing you that I appreciate you.
So please keep making everything I eat disappear into that little Mary Poppins bag of yours. Don't give up on me any time soon.
(However,I would still like to gain those 3 kgs.
My collarbone looks all anorexic-like.)
(**readers, brace yourselves, this is an angry one...)
Your endless strive to be perfect and control everyone sickens me.
It is so satisfying for me to watch things not go your way.
The imperfections in your life make me giddy with glee.
And I am so, so, so happy to be one of them.
Dear bookstore in Bahrain,
I'm still waiting for you to call me and tell me my copy of Everything is Illuminated has arrived. You told me it's going to take 3-4 weeks.
It's been 3 days.
Shame on you…
Leave me a small Dear (something)!