Friday, April 11, 2014

Isn't it funny how at weird timings at night like this - 2.25am I like to look through my tin of cards, and remind myself how lucky I am to have such amazing friends there to support me. Through alevels, through my life. 

Honestly they are my mirrors, they tell me the truth (I hope) and tell me my strengths & I believe some know me better than I do myself. Amazing things that fate does that ties people tgt huh. 

Side track, I really love people who writes me long cards, that I can keep & won't fade away. Unlike texts that is easily forgotten & erased. 
But then again, call me fussy but I abhor people who don't put in effort in cards I mean if you wanna write meh stuff then just don't write??? It defeats the purpose in giving someone something that is not your best. I mean it's basic respect you know?

I do believe written words are more impactful/ leave greater meaning than spoken words. Yeah the power of the pen & paper. So much reminiscence, love and effort in penning down every thought, of course thought well before written. I think that's the point. Before we write, thoughts run through our heads and there's thousands of vocabs in our brain we choose the best word/phase blah we can to describe a particular situation or happening so it isn't as fragile/vulnerable as things that we utter at the tip of our tongue. 

And so my moral of the story is.... Please write me cards if you want to be remembered & I will love you, to death HAHAHAHHAHAHA. And rmb that it reflects your heart & soul. I swear you can tell through the cards ppl send/ give by how much you mean to them. Don't even have to be good in art, a pencil written letter on foolscap may mean more than beautifully stickered bling bling cards. Why is it so rare that people write you cards, I'm sad. 

And it also makes me tired of writing cards to others to don't give me the same amount of love back? You know that feeling? They say give without expecting returns but you don't even know if they appreciate what you give?? How cold the world is, how stingy they are with twisting their wrists to pen down thoughts/ feelings about one. 

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