Haven’t been blogging. Sorry. Not that somebody’s reading this blasted blog anyway but I feel the need to apologize to myself for not being consistent as I planned to be. Thoughts (if there really is any) are lost, just like a storm ripping away everything that crosses its way; leaving it empty, barren and completely forgotten.

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The purple box festooned with little flowers I bought last Sunday now housed old letters and cards I have collected since grade school. I have such fun re-reading letters my friends gave me. I remembered back in high school me and my friends used to write sweet thoughts to each other everyday. It has become a ritual really. You could see the whole class scribbling on their papemelroti or scented stationeries in between classes. There were also cards given to me from people I don’t remember anymore (pls. forgive me). Found the birthday cards from Mom. Cried while reading it… Was surprised when I dug up a pale blue envelope containing the dried roses I got during valentines, birthdays and intramurals, thought I have lost it years ago.

Nowadays, no one seems to write letters anymore. Either you get a text message, e-mail or an electronic card. Don’t get me wrong here, it’s nice to have someone text or e-mail me – it’s just that letters are an entirely different thing. Parang orange juice na nasa tetra pack and freshly squeezed orange juice. Hehe. Anyway, I digress. After an hour of re-reading and stacking old letters, piles of junks that I refuse to throw out, I realize I have to buy several boxes more for photos (dami na palang nakakalat lang sa cabinet ko), class cards and report cards, and other stuffs (movie tickets sa dates, tags ng clothes, registration cards, bookmarks with dedications and poems hurriedly written on pieces of papers) to put into. The notebook/journal that I’m using to scribble text messages from friends and Bart is running out so I have to buy another one, too. Gawa kaya ako ng scrapbook? Pede!