Wait a minute, Mr. Postman

I love receiving mail. Whether they be Christmas cards from old friends, magazine subscriptions, or just plain bank billing statements. Kinda makes me feel special, having someone remember me and having that someone go out of his or her way and daily routine, just to send me a little note.

I was able to keep in touch with my friends who have gone abroad mainly through letters. It’s just ironic that now that we have more avenues for communication, like email, instant messengers and friendster messages, the less we were able to talk to each other. The fact that it’s cheaper and faster to get in touch is exactly what blocked the communication lines. Dropping a line to say hello was taken for granted. And the mail stopped coming in.

5 Responses to “Wait a minute, Mr. Postman”

  1. Berni Says:

    Hi Kat! Remember me? Just “Dropping a line to say hello”. ;P

    Berni

  2. Karen Says:

    Hmmm, I think *someone* is dropping a hint and secretly wanting a postcard/letter from a certain someone from Vancouver, now recently transplanted to Seattle. :)
    Hint taken.

  3. Kat Says:

    Hey Berni!
    Syempre alala pa kita!
    Magkasama kami ni Gezelle nung nakita niya kayo sa Starbucks. Andun lang ako nun sa Seattle’s Best. Hehe :)

  4. Kat Says:

    Then I’ll be expecting fully handwritten Stretch details in the mail soon ;)

  5. Karen Says:

    My ancient Palm died and I lost your address. Could you email it to me please? I bought special Kung Fu stationery just for you :)

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