zenn bites...

was cleaning up my messy room at mum's behest yesterday, and i ended up spending a great deal of time sifting through notes/cards/letters that i'd received donkey years ago.

all the shiftily-scrawled messages passed under the desks during classes; all the letters-that-look-like-essays written to give false "i-am-hardworking" impressions; festive wishes from people i've lost touch with; stuff i wrote but never sent out...etc.

encouragement, appreciation, silliness, love, heartaches, cheeriness. shared. close friends from way back when, now merely names from a distant past. words i'd forgotten i ever received. a chronicle told by third parties, as compared to now, when i pen my days in my planner. a part of my colorful history, all stored in those few shoeboxes at the bottom of my shelf.

i open them less often as the years rush by. old-school modes of communication have ceased to be popular (remember the times when we bought colored pens and scoured for pretty paper?) and everyone's caught up in the high-tech whirl and are too busy to bother with little things like sending handwritten memos of the non-businessy kind.

the precious few i've received in the past year sit neatly (albeit rather lonely-ly) in a shiny new weetabix tin box, patiently waiting for new arrivals to jostle them for space. i don't know how long it's going to take to fill this box up, but i think i'm going to go back to my old ways and start adding to other people's weetabixes.

it sure beats going through an inbox (shall not think about combustibility).

my past holds sweet, tangible memories...i wonder what the future will bring.