extinct snails

ever felt the feeling when you open you mailbox and you see a plain white envelope and it actually has a stamp and your name and address on it?

thats what i felt, when i went back home and opened a box of old mails. i've totally forgotten all about it until i decided to do some cleaning. and the feelings came back. along with a smile.

while reading thru the old mails, you could roughly guess what i wrote. and reading the replies, its.. highschool. asking typical highschool questions like - favourite sports, favourite bands, favourite singer, boyfriend/girlfriend, societies in school.. its really funny to read them back again. but its so.. highschool.

at least i think at my time. darn, suddenly it felt so long ago.. hehehe..

but i guess thru writting mails, i've learnt to communicate a lil with others outside my lil 'kampung' state. kinda allowed me to mix with other people that i prolly have no idea who and how that person actually looked like. oh, in my snail mails there's a constant request of asking for photographs. but we'd drag for the longest time before we actually sent out our photos.

then.. those mails started to get lesser and lesser..

because thats when internet became more common. first started as emails. then mIRC.. then ICQ.. which still exist till now with other fantastic web chat - msn, skype, gtalk, ym, etc. but there were community web pages that we'd try to keep in the loop like eCircles, Friendster and now.. Facebook.

slowly and obviously letter writting became extinct and even emails. hardly get any of those for the longest time cuz everyone would be posting short messages in facebook, friendster and if we could chat immediately with another person over msn and skype, why do we need to compose something?

i must admit, though, that i have lost contact with most of my pen-pals that i used to write to them. i do wonder what are they doing and how are they doing. who they are actually. after so much of writtings, everything just goes by, forgotten. i do have a couple of them still in contact but very briefly.

still, reading hand-written-posted-letters will always bring a smile.

song in head: photograph - nickleback