time for a new start..

for some reason my old bloggie keeled over and died on me. i'm not exactly sure what the problem with it is, but i realized the account still keeps track of my old entries even if they can't be viewed on the old URL, and i guess that's enough to know my memories haven't been flushed down the drain (mortifying tb days and all.. :p)

today was the mother of all drainers for a number of reasons - back to back tutes/lectures almost, plus on my way home i got stuck at uni for an extra hour coz i missed the bus and hence resorted to sitting in the campus center like a loner getting eyed by some creepy indian man as i ate my noodles - but that's not the point, the point is my day got better

i came home and there was this package sitting there waiting for me. it was a perfect cube, the kind that looks like someone snatched it out of the Perfect christmas tree or something, tied with a purple ribbon i realized i could put to multiple uses for my hair :D

maannnn i felt like a kid at christmastime.. (at least that's what i imagine that feels like - we've never really traditionally celebrated christmas... it is one of my dreams to have a white christmas one day.)

i painstakingly untied every knot on the package, and then with bated breath i opened the lid of the plain box to find that my stuff from strawberry net came!! and inside with a card from van. ;)

anyway .. all this is to say, i loveLOVELOVELOVELOVElove getting stuff in the mail!
i think it is so sad how the sentiment of handwritten letters complete with the personalized touch is lost through all our various instant-gratification-communication-mediums..

i honestly can't remember the last time someone wrote to me (the child i sponsor in peru does not count since she's probably forced to write to me - institutionalized from a young age! horrors - and i suppose somewhere in the rainforests in peru it's a bit of a long shot to email. *visualizes oompa loompas* and my grandpa does not count either coz he doesn't know how to use email) but i remember doing the whole pen-pal thing when i was a heap younger; the anticipation after posting a letter and the little rush of warmth and excitement LKJHGFDGFGHJ okay, getting carried away.

i think i just love the idea that with all the snazzy mediums available for communication, someone would choose to take the time to personally write it and send it. to me, it says that they care...