Drawn Lethargism

Posted on: 11.10.2012 @ 4:59 AM |

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My love for handwritten letters started way back in gradeschool. My best friend then would give me a pile (literally) of handmade letters--artistically done-- for my birthdays. What I love about it was that, every letter has some thought put into its construction or with the words written on it. I tried to reciprocate what she has given but alas, what I made remained unsent for a few years-- eventually, I decided to throw it away as a sign of moving on (until now, I regret it).
I have the sweetest classmates from my alma mater. My birthday comes right after the Valentine's Day so there were times when I'll receive a sort of 2-in-1 gifts (most of which are birthday/Valentine's card). Everytime someone shyly gives me a letter, I feel kilig (but since I was boyish then, I'd act coolly and have my girl mode on when I'm back home).

I think my affinity to hand written letters rooted from my love of stationery products. When I was starting in elementary school, I would buy different papers of assorted designs, and like a collector, I would paste one per set into a columnar notebook serving as my "catalog". My sister would also give my one of her own. I also loved stamps and pencils-- all of which came from much pleading (to my parents) or from my hard-earned allowance. Nothing would make me smile more than having all those cute little things. Then my sister taught me how to write legibly both in print and cursive. I'd practice my handwriting through the letters that I write.

When highschool arrived, less effort given to aesthetics, but with equally heartfelt words, became the foundation of our chain letters-- chain in the sense that we have to pass them around our classroom so that more people can read whatever announcement/nonsense we had to say. A piece of intermediate pad and black ink are the ultimate staples. This, I'm telling you defines close friendship. If you're able to get unnoticed under the teacher's strict supervision, the more thrilled and excited you'd be. A while ago, I established that I really am a sentimental person because even those scratch papers have their own places in my memory box.

I miss writing letters. Maybe I should get back to doing it, and besides, I find it more romantic.

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