Let's Slow Down the Pace
Dear Violet and Allegra,
It's a breath of fresh air to have school, work and personal life pause for a little while to the point where I can afford to write a letter to the both of you. For the past three days I had finished preliminary exams and so I could get away with laying on the couch all day and do absolutely nothing. This may be good to give my brain a rest, but it isn't good in terms of the fact I am without inspiration to make this letter good. I feel hazy, and I'm not used to it. Stress is what motivates me, and it's strange considering I don't use that stress to write good letters but to accomplish other tasks. I love writing letters to the both of you and wish more than anything that you can get the best version of my almost-seventeen year old self, but this is the best you can get. I'm only hoping my thirtysomething year old self is light years better to the hot mess I currently am as a teenager.
Somehow, as I was in a period of stress, I managed to write a letter to someone else rather than to my loving daughters whom I choose over any person. Yes, Leg and Vi, I have a new crush -- the second edition to my series of 'To All the Boys I've Loved Before'. As you've read from that letter, he's a boy I don't know much about. Trust me to devote such feelings to a stranger; only a true hopeless romantic can relate. He's also the friend of my good friend and ball date (who shall remain nameless for now -- feel free to ask thirtysomething Marian to tell his name), but we know each other's existence from being in form class together. We tend to exchange looks at each other from time to time, so I'm hoping to talk to him and confirm if he looks because he has an interest in me or because I have something on my face. I'm hoping it's the former, otherwise I've wasted my time on a love letter rather than actual study.
For now I'm enjoying this peace and quiet, but I know soon it'll vanish. The more 'business-end' part of term three is approaching, where the last internals of my courses will come crashing at my face all at once. Because of this I might have to take another long hiatus from writing, not just these letters but also from my novel which I've reincarnated from my archives. The novel's name is 'Behind Her Fair Facade'. This is one of the typical moments where I wish you could reply to my letters. I'm desperate to know if this book will ever get published, as it has an important compartment in my heart (just in my left ventricle, to be exact). It has everything I want in a book I want to read -- diverse characters, themes of miscommunication, heterosexual friendships that remain platonic (damn our heteronormative society), and a lead character who remains single. I first wrote the concept back in year 6, and ever since so many things in it have changed and evolved, but I've been working on it on and off because I never remain consistent with personal projects. By the time I finish with end of year exams, get my restricted driving license, and take some time off work, I only hope to sit down and complete this book, and eventually I can tell you of this story that is quite personal to me.
Love,
Maui
It's a breath of fresh air to have school, work and personal life pause for a little while to the point where I can afford to write a letter to the both of you. For the past three days I had finished preliminary exams and so I could get away with laying on the couch all day and do absolutely nothing. This may be good to give my brain a rest, but it isn't good in terms of the fact I am without inspiration to make this letter good. I feel hazy, and I'm not used to it. Stress is what motivates me, and it's strange considering I don't use that stress to write good letters but to accomplish other tasks. I love writing letters to the both of you and wish more than anything that you can get the best version of my almost-seventeen year old self, but this is the best you can get. I'm only hoping my thirtysomething year old self is light years better to the hot mess I currently am as a teenager.
Somehow, as I was in a period of stress, I managed to write a letter to someone else rather than to my loving daughters whom I choose over any person. Yes, Leg and Vi, I have a new crush -- the second edition to my series of 'To All the Boys I've Loved Before'. As you've read from that letter, he's a boy I don't know much about. Trust me to devote such feelings to a stranger; only a true hopeless romantic can relate. He's also the friend of my good friend and ball date (who shall remain nameless for now -- feel free to ask thirtysomething Marian to tell his name), but we know each other's existence from being in form class together. We tend to exchange looks at each other from time to time, so I'm hoping to talk to him and confirm if he looks because he has an interest in me or because I have something on my face. I'm hoping it's the former, otherwise I've wasted my time on a love letter rather than actual study.
For now I'm enjoying this peace and quiet, but I know soon it'll vanish. The more 'business-end' part of term three is approaching, where the last internals of my courses will come crashing at my face all at once. Because of this I might have to take another long hiatus from writing, not just these letters but also from my novel which I've reincarnated from my archives. The novel's name is 'Behind Her Fair Facade'. This is one of the typical moments where I wish you could reply to my letters. I'm desperate to know if this book will ever get published, as it has an important compartment in my heart (just in my left ventricle, to be exact). It has everything I want in a book I want to read -- diverse characters, themes of miscommunication, heterosexual friendships that remain platonic (damn our heteronormative society), and a lead character who remains single. I first wrote the concept back in year 6, and ever since so many things in it have changed and evolved, but I've been working on it on and off because I never remain consistent with personal projects. By the time I finish with end of year exams, get my restricted driving license, and take some time off work, I only hope to sit down and complete this book, and eventually I can tell you of this story that is quite personal to me.
Love,
Maui
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