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Hello Thirty-year old me,
How you doing? (Hopefully we still say that.)
This is your twenty-year old self. Do you still remember the half-mad guy with the craziest ideas in his mind? Writing this letter is one of those ideas. It’s supposed to be something like a letter from the past. Isn’t it cool?
So let me think about my thirty-year old self: a not-so-bad looking guy who finally started going to the gym (insert eye roll) and who’s desperately trying to stop his hair from falling out by using several pharmaceutical products. Yeah, that would be pretty much me (and gay). You have perhaps settled in a place more accepting of your sexuality (I hope it’s Canada or Australia. They have the hottest guys!) You have a stable job which you can’t help but whine about. Why? Because everyone whines. But deep down, you love it. And you have a partner.
I really hope that the last part is true. I don’t know if you remember but your twenty-year old self is kind of obsessed about love, romance and prince charming. I’ve always believed that there’s someone out there for me. Did you find him? Or her? If yeah, kiss him/her for me. (insert grin) If no, well, I’m sure you’ll find someone. You have billions out there. Sure, you’ll have one. If it makes you feel better, I would totally date my thirty-year old self (told you that I was half-mad).
By the way, do you still write? I’ve just crossed the 50,000 words mark. Don’t snigger! I’m very proud of it. Did you finally manage to write a novel? Or at least a novella? If no, you could always write about how your twenty-year old self falls in love with a mysterious sexy guy. And did you get published? (my turn to snigger)
I wanted to share a few moments which might not be special enough for you to remember over so many years but sweet enough to still make you smile. Do you remember the text messages we used to get? Do they still make you smile like a happy loon? And that particular dream with that cute guy? It must have been around January ‘07. It’s so long ago… Now, that was a dream! And do you remember the room in Kapas? The Top 40 chart on the radio and singing loud? And the rain and the thunder in Malaysia… Awesome moments, weren’t they?
I don’t know how correct my image of myself at 30 is. It may be better or worst. But I would like to congratulate you for being there and hopefully smiling. I know life’s not easy. It never has been. I’ve barely stepped out into real life and I’m already missing my younger days. You made it this far. Things might have been rough at moments. You must have cried. You must have thought of giving up. But you didn’t stop and I’m proud of you for that.
As I say, life’s a real bitch. But hey, we can be one too. The game’s on! (winks)
Kisses to you, Oldie.
Take care, Twenty-year old me.
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