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Robert Pattinson, You Have An Admirer!

admin — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 22:26:13 +0000

Robert Pattinson

Paula writes:

First letter.

Today I arrived home about 9:30, after to have had my mind sleepy the previous twelve hours in the place to which belonged to others, those that pay to me by ideas that were put in my head by the professors to whom I occasionally paid attention at the university.

I opened the door of my apartment with some difficulty, since between my hands I had the birthday pie that would make me remember that from today I am thirty, that is to say, that my goal of being happy for being twenty, it had not gotten to be a reality.

I had dreams, you know? , but what kind of girl does not? No, that is not the right question. The question is: What kind of girl believes in them?

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I kicked the door behind me to close it and put the pie on the dinning room table where it was still the half cup of coffee of the breakfast I had this morning, as usual … all alone. I threw my purse and my shoes on the armchair; I walked barefoot towards the music player that was on, an old trick that I learned from my father, a way to make believe the thieves that I am at home and not outside protecting to me from them. Although today, the presence of a heartless one would not be absolutely inopportune. I have invited to so many voluntarily… that I have stopped counting them.

I laughed for myself for a second, imagining the face that would put the thief when I invited him to sit down in my table to share the chocolate pie, that by the way, is my favorite.

- Come In – I would say to Him.

Perhaps I would also blink attractively extending the chair to him where he could be comfortable.

Sometimes I know how to flirt, especially when it’s Saturday night and I have drunk more than three beers.

- The ring and the money are in closet, – I would add – where also lie some treasures accumulated from my childhood.

Yes, watching the face of the thief, it would be really funny.

I put in the stereo my favorite album of Van the man – because Morrison writes as if he knew me – and headed toward the kitchen.

Today I ate more than fifteen cigarettes, and although they produce an extraordinary pleasure to me, they do not manage to calm the protests of an empty stomach.

I opened the fridge; there were not more than two slices of ham that by their aspect did not seem very appetizing or healthful. I sighed; I unplugged it and closed it so angry. I have to remember to visit the supermarket next morning.

Good, I had a pie at least.

With certain misgivings I watched the little red light that blinked next to the telephone, announcing that somebody had been bothered in calling and leaving a message. I pushed the button of play without much illusion, the unique voice that I wanted to hear, surely it would not be there.

The first two messages were from an amiable employee of a store, remembering to me that I had forgotten to pay the invoice.

The third one was from my mother, apologizing for not to be with me in this so important day, it remembered to me that in spite of my madness, she even loved me.

My brothers also called, they explained to me that when one has a family, it is difficult to make visits between week.

My birthday would have to wait to be celebrated until Saturday.

Nobody would visit me today, because anybody likes to visit the sad ones, because the sadness stains – as much or more than oil – and I sweat sadness.

Depressed and painful, I turned on the computer, the unique window that connects me with the world and it makes me forget, in short whiles, that I am completely alone.

While it turned on, I reviewed the letters that Maria left in the small table of the entrance. The bills are accumulated, water, light air, everything that because of being alive, it would have to be free. I studied one by one, I let myself fooled by hidden among them it would be a love letter… nothing occurred…

When the computer finally turned on I got ready to review my Email and, there was no a single message that excited to me too much. An online casino offered me to become a millionaire, I did not play. I have never been lucky to earn more money than I can handle.

The next message was a desperate plea from a girl who I did not know – or remember – asking me to vote in a poll to choose the sexiest man on the planet Hollywood. I clicked the Link that she sent me and magically appeared on the screen, seven faces that I did not recognize. This is not absolutely strange, if it is taken into account that I am not fond of films.

I have memorized the name of that one by who I had to vote for: Robert Pattinson, apparently, the new teenager infatuation anywhere in the world.

I paused to observe the photography a long short while. Certainly the kid was cute. But what truly caught my attention; it was his child smile inside his face of man.

I opened a new window and I searched his name in Google, immediately appeared millions of interviews. I read many of them and I saw so many others in you tube. I was simply fascinated, the boy besides of being cute, was intelligent! – A limited virtue- Also I knew that he is English, that he was born in 1986, in aim… It is truly incredible everything what it is possible to find out about a being, in Google.

The sound of the phone interrupted me, I rose from my chair and I prepared to answer it, I knew that it was “him.” – Happy birthday – he whispered, as I lifted the handset. I supposed that “she” was slept and he did not want to wake her up.

I sighed.

- Paula?
- I am here.
- Happy birthday – He repeated.
- It´s more than one in the morning, It’s no longer my birthday.
I’m sorry – He whispered – I will compensate you tomorrow.
- You do not worry. – I sighed again.
- I call you in the morning He whispered – A kiss.

He cut the communication.

I remained thinking more than a minute with the headset in the ear, until a beep startled me.

I walk towards the computer I shut it down pushing the button, I was not in a hurry, but I either did not want to wait.

I looked for a pair of candles and I put them on the pie I lit them and I sang to myself “Happy birthday to you”. I did not blew out them, I remained there hoping that they were consumed, in all that time, I did not find any desire to ask… The call moved away the appetite, so I decided that it was time to lie down.

I turned on the bedroom’s television, because to sleep without voices, is worse than to sleep without pillows. Absent was the sleep, also the desire of an orgasm, although it is the best sleeping pill that it is possible to be imagined.

I remained, crying still, how long I have been noticing that this would happen?, I do not know it. Perhaps from the beginning, when I decided to love a man sick of love almost by inheritance.

I prayed for some sleep, because sleeping is paradise, is the complete disconnection, the drill. But sleeping eludes me, it stays away from me as a man from the plague, as that son of Adam, who breaks me every day in a thousand different ways.

Where did my hopes go?, my goals and illusions?, where did the friends go, the happiness, the joy, the ability to construct myself, to destroy and to rise myself. At least before, when I cried I knew myself as a person… How to take care of the heart piece that I had left?, How to protect it from the imminent, sure and complete devastation?

Loving, my mother would say.

But to whom?, there is not no a single man in this world that does not makes me feel nauseous, and there is no one who is willing to stay either. There are some who say to me that I am pretty, but I am not able to believe it. I have that doll face that at first pleases everyone who stops to look at me, until they realize that nothing in me is enough to hold them.

I laughed a little while between teeth, there was a name that drilled my head, and it was a safe port, because he did not know me, because he did not know that I am broken, because he was sufficiently far… properly far.

- And why no? – I asked myself.

I could build myself hopes up and to love him from a distance, I could write a thousand letters to him that he would not answer; I could compile leftovers from me and reconstruct myself. I stopped blowing my nose in the pillow and dried my tears with the sheets.

- I will let love to be done in me, little by little, – I said to myself.

From today I will love the one everybody loves, like a Christ the Redeemer of flesh and blood. Today I will confess myself as a crazy person, in love with an impossible one, but that will never dare destroying myself…

… And thus I fell in love with the boy of the wide smile, eyes as stars of depth without spot. My personal miracle, my illusion, my rescuer with own name: Robert Pattinson…

A fantastic collage for Robert Pattinson!

admin — Sat, 21 Aug 2010 19:21:02 +0000

Collage Letter for Robert Pattinson

Eminem, Mandy is not just another fan.

admin — Thu, 19 Aug 2010 22:46:07 +0000

Letter to Eminem from Mandy

They call me Mandy. Known as, “That Girl Who’s Always Smiling,” or, “That Girl Who’s Mom Died Last Year,” or, “That Girl Who’s Never Sad.” You know, the typical pre-teen stereotypes. If only they knew what a struggle life actually was for me. Now, I know you probably have your OWN life issues to worry about, and you’re just expecting another fan mail addressed from, “Your Biggest Fan,” but I guess this just isn’t one of those. Come to think of it, maybe I should skip my past life experiences, it doesn’t exactly bring out the whole point of this letter.

You know, I have a lot of respect for you, and it’s NOT just because you rap. It’s because you rap a story. Everything you say is real, and I can relate to your lyrics. I can feel it through your words, and see it through your eyes. You’re not just another one of those rappers who think it’s “cool” to curse and swear on national television. Or maybe you do? I’m not sure, but I do know that what you’re really trying to do is put out a message. You’re trying to teach something. You have a moral to your songs, and you want to share your experiences. When I look at you, I see strength, courage, and most of all, experience. You’re my idol, Eminem. You’re that strength that keeps me going, even when I’m in my worst state. You show me what life really is about, and I appreciate what you do. I know this may sound funny coming from a twelve year old who’s never been to a concert, doesn’t own any albums and has no posters of you hanging up on her walls, but I never really was one for obsession. I give respect instead, because it’s real. Obsession is but a state of mind, you eventually just move on. But respect is always there, unless proven wrong.

So I heard about your last album, you told everyone to throw it out. Doing heroine, eh? Doesn’t sound too good, but I get it. We all do stupid things once in a while, and most of us usually realize it isn’t right and snap out of it. Luckily, you did. I was starting to worry about you. I’ve loved your music ever since I was in the second grade, and all of a sudden, you just changed. I wanted Marshall Matters back, not this “Slim Shady” I was hearing of. To be honest, the moment your music changed, was the moment my life got worse. I mean, it was never perfect, and I’m glad for that, I wouldn’t want a perfect life… but once your style changed, I lost that certain strength I had. I’m glad to have you back, please don’t ever change. Don’t get caught up in what the media says. I’m sure you hear racism all the time towards you, saying things like, “He’s white, he can’t rap,” but don’t listen to them. Please. It’s not the outside which counts, it’s the inside. I know that sounds like some cheesy bullshit, but it’s true. All rappers are good, but you’re number one on my list, because you’re real. You rap about real life, not some random shit other rappers try to pull off. Just be YOU, don’t let ‘em get to you. Hey, take your own advice for once, “You only get one shot, do not get the chance to blow, this opportunity comes once in a lifetime, YO!” Hah, couldn’t have said it better myself!

So like any other letter you probably receive, I do happen to have a few questions for you. It’s alright if you don’t ever get time to mail me back, I’ll just keep on sending you letters! Just kidding, I know how it is to be famous, you’re just too busy. At least you’ll always know what people wonder about you!

Here are the questions:
1) Was your song “Stan” actually a true story, or was it just a random rap you thought of?
2) Why did you dye your hair blonde?
3) Do you receive a lot of letters, and do you read/reply to them yourself?
4) What will your next song be about?
5) What’s the most touching letter you’ve ever read?

Thanks for reading this letter, Eminem. Hopefully you’ll be able to reply to me, it would really suck if you didn’t. Even if it takes months, please try to reply. Although if you never do, I’d understand, being famous is a lot to keep up with. But anyways, good luck with your next album! I can’t wait to hear it when it comes out. Watch out for yourself, too! Hey, when the going gets tough, make it better! If you can’t, then you’re screwed… just kidding, you’ve always got your fans. By the way, would you be able to send me an autographed picture or t-shirt of you? It doesn’t matter what size t-shirt, I’d just appreciate your gesture!

Sincerely,
Mandy

A Letter to Robert Pattinson!

admin — Thu, 19 Aug 2010 02:31:45 +0000

Celebletter to Robert Pattinson

I enjoyed you in all the Twilight Saga.I would like to know what is the real you like?Are you coming to Atlanta Ga soon?

- Leslie

Hopelessly Devoted to Taylor Lautner

admin — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 16:57:54 +0000

Dear Taylor,

Do you know how much it would men to me if I could just see you in person once? It would be the most amazing thing I would do in the my life. I do anything and I mean anything to get a kiss from you if i ever meet you. I have read all the books of twilight and have seen all the movies so far. God Taylor I would die to meet you.

Hopelessly Devoted to Taylor Lautner
- Amelia

Celebrity Letter: Bill Kaulitz!

admin — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 19:55:01 +0000

Celebrity Letter for Bill Kaulitz from Allyson

Hey, it’s Ally. I wanted to know if you could be my pen pal. I would looove that, because you are such an awesome person. And I wrote some songs that I would love for you to sing.

Song 1
I feel invisible
I feel unseen
I feel unwanted
But I will stand my ground.
I will not change who I am for the world!
And I will be seen!
I will be heard!
I will not change who I am for the world!
Been called uncivil
Been called mean.
And I’ve been hunted,
But I will stand my ground!
I will not change who I am for the world!!
And I will be seen!
I will be heard!
I will not change who I am for the world!
(Chanted by either crowd or band) “Won’t. Change. Who. I am! (2x)
(Bill shouts) Hey!
(Chanted by crowd of band) “Wont! Change! Who! I! Am! Who! I! Am!!!” (1x)
(Sung) And I will be seen!
I will be heard!
I will not change whio I am for the world!
(Chanted) “Won’t ! Change! Who! I! Am!”
(Sung, screamed, or whispered by Bill) “Never change!”

Song 2
Fame, it’s all about the money.
Fame, it’s all about attention.
Fame, it separates me from the world I once loved!
But it won’t destroy my life!
Not when I’m standing by!
Someone!
Somebody love me for who I am!
Someone!
Somebody love me. I’m just another man!
That’s all I am…
Girls, they want me for my money.
Girls, they want me for the fame.
Girls, they want me for my body.
But not one loves who I am!
Oh I’m just another man!
Someone!
Somebody love me for who I am!
Someone!
Somebody love me, I’m just an ordinary man!!
That’s all I am.
And someday.
Someone.
Somehow.
Will love me.
For just me.
And I will be free!
So free!
To love.
Someone will love me for me…
I finally bought your cd by the way. Please write me back. Thanks Bill! Oh. And I’m the girl in the one piece swimsuit. Lol

- Allyson

A celebrity letter for Sarah Silverman!

admin — Sat, 07 Aug 2010 17:27:31 +0000

Letter for Sarah Silverman from Jennifer

dude whats up youre super awesome, we should totally smoke out of your vaporizer together one day, not like gay together but cool together…sweet.

- Jennifer

You always look great, Justin Bieber!

admin — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 19:59:07 +0000

JUSTIN BIEBER is my teen idol! my reasons 4 liking j is for one his hair. I love it. It fits him perfect .Just the way he slings it from right 2 left.wat makes him even beter is his smile and those pearly whites. There just perfect.. I also love how he sings My fav. song from j is baby he has a lot of great songs .he is also a very young suc. performer ..i love his style i like how he weres his hats . and how he can throw on a pair of shoes and rock the skinny jeans . i also love his eyecoler it goes good with his hair . hes just a good lokking boy and is very good at wat he does but i hope that is fam. and fortune dont go to his head and i hope he stays real .. GOOD LUCK JUSTIN ON YOUR FUT.

<3 ALLWAYS JENNA TURNER…..

A Fan Letter for Corey Daniel Sevier!

admin — Mon, 12 Jul 2010 19:46:28 +0000

A Fan Letter for Corey Daniel Sevier

Dear Corey,

I hope with all of my heart, that you will take the time to read this. I’ve had a very difficult time getting noticed by you. At the same time, I also need to be considerate as well. You’re an actor and I am not, the pressures of being a celebrity are way more overwelming, then the life I must be living myself. I can only hope that life is treating you well. I wish you the very best in all that you do!

- Chrissy

Celebletter for Robert Pattinson!

admin — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 21:01:19 +0000

DEAR ROB,

I’ve read all 4 of the twilight books and seen the 3 of the twi movies and thought they were great. I loved you in remember me and harry potter’s goblet of fire. As a result, I’m a complete, devoted and obssessed fan of yours. I would love to meet you one day, maybe at a next movie convention such as breaking dawn or at your filming of it , it doean;t matter what movie you’re in I would follow you. Please respond at your most convenience. I feel very nervous writing this letter.
I’m at a bad time in my life and I really need to hear from you. I know you’re a busy person,but if you can, please respond , it would make me feel better. Please have a nice day.

Sincerely.

liz – your devoted fan who is sad and lonely.