Labels: friends, Japan, musings
More than halfway into my SEP, I still feel thrilled when I pull open my mailbox and see something inside for me. A belated birthday card + belated letter reply rolled into one! I'm always amused by how my friends, who have small handwriting to begin with, shrink their words even more, and squeeze as much as they can into a card. PR's letters are always really pretty though, thanks to her nice handwriting and cute drawings. It made my day! :D
evidence of squeeeze!
There was a point in time I waited long, really long, for a single postcard/letter in my mailbox. But none came. Considering that I was writing quite a few friends simultaneously, that's quite shitty. Usually I just tell myself that everyone else isn't on a year-long vacation like myself, that they have to study hard to get the As because their grades count, unlike mine where I just need to pass, and getting As is for my own satisfaction. Then someone told me that if someone cannot take out 30minutes to reply a letter, he/she isn't much of a friend. That's too simplistic a view, but sometimes I do think "is it so hard to find time to write a page or two?" For me, I'd love to do that, I'd even get my priorities wrong to do that just because I love writing to people. That doesn't translate to reciprocal action, sadly, because some people don't have that passion, and they write because... they're obliged to? Because I force them to?
Okay, so maybe Singaporeans find it hard to write to fellow Singaporeans. What about the friends I made here, how will we keep in touch after we scatter to different corners of the earth in 4 months' time? Long distance friendships. Those really need more effort, don't they? After all, it's not like you can drop an sms as apology for having not kept in touch, and say "hey, let's go for a drink this weekend!" That wouldn't work.
Last night I was thinking about penpals. The dedicated ones write to each other for years and years, meeting only once in a blue moon when one manages to travel to the other's country for a visit. That's sweet, isn't it? That the number of meet ups doesn't matter, that despite meeting very irregularly, there are things to write about. That there are reasons for keeping in touch. That's communication skills right there, isn't it?
I can't help it, after another four months I have to go home. But I don't want to throw everything down the drain. It doesn't matter that international mail costs a few times more than local mail, or email, which is free. It's just money, and it's not a sum that costs the earth anyway. Maybe I just have an obsession with writing. Will you be my pen friend?