i remembered there was a period of time where i was writing to my friends, back at the previous school before i shifted to puchong. reminiscing those days, i decided to search around the house for those hidden treasures. sure enough, they were still there, a piece of the past that could not be turned over or changed in anyway. it felt as though time had stopped for a while, going back to those days when i got those letters.

it was then, when we were still young, facebook wasnt as easily accesible, phones were restricted because we were still too young to manage our own expenditure on the credits, and we couldn't drive out to meet each other as easily as we could today. then, writing letters were actually one magic that kept our friendship strong until this very day. it all depends on how truthful the contents were, and that honesty does play a huge role on how the friendship would last after a few years down the road.

best of all, these letters written by them can be kept, and it will somehow turn antique. one you can look at in the future, and reminisce on what had happened. unlike how we have conversations on facebook or texts, we can't really keep those. and if i feel frustrated, and because it was that easily accesable, out of frustration, i would just click the 'delete' button and there it goes, nowhere to be found again. one can choose to throw letters and cards too. but the fact that it is RARE to get cards and letter these days, we would actually think a few times before we dispose them. and would probably end up with us tossing them somewhere, until time would stop us to make us look at it once more. imagine if it had already been burnt, we would have regretted that move we made that decision in the first place.

technology has yet to be as romantic as how the past used to be. we would see how touching a mere letter from her dear husband who is far away, probably in war, would mean to this lonely wife back at home, waiting in agony. that's an idea i got from a movie i watched quite sometime ago. i understood what it felt like. writing had always been a tough thing to do. try asking someone random to write something random, it would probably be much more difficult as compared to saying it out. one does not realise the exquisite feeling one gets when one writes on a piece of paper, specially for that special someone, and for that someone to receive that specially written message, is indeed breathtaking.

much exaggerations, though i doubt i can be proved wrong in this term. we may have people writing fake responses from time to time, but we can never tell. and because it is harder to interprete a written letter, a person has to write in a manner where it would be understood by the reader. writing would have to be as detailed as possible in order to be understood, for in general, people have different perception in things. it could be the factor that people tend to get slightly lazy when they are bombarded with a page full or words. there had to be something in there somewhere, no? and if someone finds NOTHING in it, they would probably have wasted their time on reading through the whole thing.

there had not one time where writing had been a complete waste. there had always been some secret message hidden within each message WRITTEN. otherwise, why spend so much time WRITING? even when one tries to waste time by writing, there had been an intention, some substance somewhere. for writing requires substance. however fictional it may be, however truthful it is, there is a reason somewhere, somewhere.

i still find writing letters really thoughtful. even if it is just a mere birthday card with the words printed, happy birthday and a signature right at the bottom of the card, it means something. that person may not have the guts to write something, but he or she had the heart to get a card, to make an effort in placing the signature there and giving it to you.

a person like me who keeps letters and cards given to me, tells me alot. it keeps me feeling secure, that i had people who cared for me and that i should not be worried for whatever the future brings, for at that particular moment, these people were there, these people had me in their minds, these people cared, these people were just who they were. though times in the future may tell you, 'where had this person disappeared to? i used to get such awesome wishes and all, but where are you now?!', does it really matter? your past was awesome as it is, people change, life wooshes everyone everywhere, at least you had an awesome past. nothing else really matters. =)

i read people's blogs. they tell a different story that you don't really see in face time.
writing a personal letter someone means the world to you, and also to the other person, who will be reading it. definitely something you can ever get through facebook messages or even emails.
blogs are of a different case altogether. blogs are dependent on how the bloggers uses it. if it is meant to touch people's lives, then it could very well do so. maybe some would just spam their daily lives as their relieval for their stressful days. dependent.
writing is just different.