Thought evoked when sifting through my letters cupboard

It’s amazing…..

• How many memories are evoked looking through old letters and notes
• That after so many years, I can still recognize who the letters/notes are from, from their handwriting and addresses
• That we can converse in all kinds of paper – foolscap paper, nice letter pads and even paper torn out from notebook.
• That we arranged to meet in IRC, give each other our pager number (not that I have one, I only started having a handphone in JC 1), discuss about what to eat during recess
• The things we write in the notes - Gossips, bad-mouthing people, best wishes, what we are studying, who we are having a crush for, how bored/angry/stressed/frustrated/grateful/tired we are. Aren’t we scared that the letters would land into the hands of the person we are bad-mouthing/gossiping/crushing (*crinches at that word) about??
• I know the F-language (mai-fai name-fame is-fis xin-fin yi-fi). And I can say it – FAST.
  That I was Auntie Agony last time. Gotta help friends solve BGR (even the word is old school) problems, problems with family and friends
• To realize I have lost contact with so many of my friends whom I pledged to be “friends forever” with.
• Everything comes into a full circle. I have a “Ah Ma Family” during my primary school days, with one Ah Ma, one auntie and about 6 kids. Now I have ZQ. ZQ members consist of an Ah Ma too!

I miss receiving notes written during class from Sel, Flo, WL, CL, GE.
Sel and Flo: Remember FASBE??

And I miss receiving snail mails!!