*Reposted from an old (defunct) blog.
I have wanted for so long to have a journal where I could write big and small things that happen everyday in my life. But, keeping a journal requires time alone, which I rarely get these years (not just days!!!) because of work and domestic concerns. It’s really great that this blog thingy came about as I’ve now some drive to find time to document events in my life or to write about anything which tickles my interest.
Last night, I was digging from my box of letters, notes, gift tags, knick-knacks, and souvenirs, trying to locate the poems I wrote some ten years ago for Let (my hubby). I discovered another blog site, poemhunter.com. As the name implies, it publishes poems. Actually, Ghi Palmares, one of my best buddies in high school who’s now based in Illinois, was the reason why I came upon it. She sent me a link where I could read her poems; you could try accessing her poems by keying in her name. But, you’d have to register first. So, poets out there, here’s another chance of getting published. What’s more to it is that your works get rated by other poets. And you’d know the statistics on how many hits your site gets.
Now, what does the 2nd paragraph have to do with the first? Some organization of thoughts I have going here…
Well, the letters I kept, which came from friends, some suitors (Hehehe! As if I had a number of them!!!) and family members, gave me a good time reminiscing my past. I read aloud some to my husband and by the occasional grins on his face (which I was sure he was trying to suppress), I knew that he, too, did have fun. So that gave me a thought: the more that letters get antiquated, the more amusing it would be to read them again.
True enough, modern-day tech., particularly electronic mail, has made headway in cutting costs and time we used to spend to correspond. Bygone were the days when you’d excitedly check your mailbox at your front door. Now, there’s hardly ever a need to go to the bookstore to buy cute packs of stationery (some even perfumed, haha!!) and to go to the nearest post office to mail letters. A computer, internet connection and a modem are all you need to do all sorts of correspondence, business or personal. And boy, could it ever be more efficient than this! Getting your mail to the intended recipient almost immediately right after clicking the SEND icon?
Of course I prefer today’s system. But, it just occurred to me—well, just a thought—that today’s young generation might miss out on being able to store a treasure box full of lovingly thought out, handwritten letters. Well, of course, you could always print out the letters from your inbox, but it’s just not the same. There’s much more to the handwritten letters sent by snail mail… Much time and effort go into them before they reach the recipients.
It was heart-warming to read the letters from some of my friends. Most of the letters which I keep in my treasure box came from my high school friends, namely Ghi, Free, Queenie, Lally, Leah, Amy and Vincent. I must say that my friends all know how to write well. I guess credit is due our English teacher in high school (Ms. Baby Borromeo). We were made to write so many compositions back then.
Among my high school friends, it was Queenie who lavishly wrote endearments such as: I MISS U, I LOVE U. Funny that she’s still the same Quenie that she were (She wrote in one of her letters that the spelling of her name was already corrected to Q-U-E-E-N-I-E, before she was to migrate to the U.S.).
Free had the finest handwriting style; she could even change styles. Her letters also spoke of her person: more the practical, sensible and formal type, not usually keen on adding endearments. Btw, Free’s an R.N. based in Arizona.
Amy and Lally were more alike. Even their penmanship(s)were quite the same with a lot of curls. Both openly related happenings in their lives. Very true, no pretensions. Amy is now a mother to two beautiful kids and a wife to a loving, intelligent husband. She is a mass com’n. graduate and used to work for ABS-CBN.
Ghi was the artistic cum poetic type, hence, her letters flowed with beautiful words. Her narration was sharp and vivid. She also was the one fond of making personalized cards. Angie is the same person I mentioned earlier (see 2nd paragraph).
|At the recognition/commencement program, SY 1989-1990. L-R: Ghi Palmares, Lally Morales, Cess Lubag, and Free Layumas. We just finished 2nd year hs.|
Now, it was Vincent who was the odd one in the group. Always the opinionated and involved type of person, in one of his letters, he was asking me how the 1992 elections turned out, whether it was Fidel Ramos who won and whether indeed some cheating had occurred or not. Vincent left us in the middle of our fourth year in high school to join the US Army. Before leaving, he took the PMA exam, and passed it!
Among the letters that I re-read, it was Diane’s which made me really laugh!!! Diane, a chemical engineer working for Avon, is now 24. She wrote the letter when she was just 7 while I was about to turn 17. I went to Los Baños, Laguna for college while she was in first grade at a school in Q.C., the same school that I and my friends (mentioned above) went to.
Diane will wring my neck when she gets to read this. Note, punctuations and spellings are reproductions of the original.
Dear, Ate Cess
Hi! my beautiful sis, O kamusta na si Marcy mataba naba siya, Ate hindi ka ba uuwi para ecelebrate ang birthday mo. Alam mo sabi nga ni mama sana daw ay umuwi ka dito sa Quezon City, siguro kaya ayaw mong mag celebrate ng birthday mo dahil nagtitipid ka, Ate naibigay naba ang report card nyo, Alam mo ate top ten ako sa room namin, pero hindi pa alam kung pangilan ako, sorry ate ngayon lang kami sumulat sayo dapat kahapon pa, meron ako sayong rigalo kaso hindi naka balot.
Hanggang dito nalang Happy-Happy Birthday
Have a nice day
your sister, Diana*
*Diana was top 4 in grade 1; but from grade 3 to grade 6, she received the first honors. She graduated valedictorian from elementary school and salutatorian from high school (Roosevelt College, Cubao, Q.C.). She was merely 7 years and 2.5 months when she wrote this.