cleaning up, washing away
It's time to big clean up and wash away the dust before lunar new year. Since I've just kept a day and a half to tide my whole mess, so I needed to narrow my target.
My storage of clothes is spend too much area. I tried to reorganize my stuff to squeeze some space. I checked up my drawing equipment, it'd been untouched for a long time but still in a good condition. I think it could still stored for a moment. But if I leave some time for meaning of its existence would be more capable. And there is a lot character pencils, bookmarks and letter set.
I was/am deluded by stunning appearance. The character pencils are just a normal pencil with fancy coating. I don't remember if it good to use as its value, about trice or quadruple price of commonly one, because I never want to destroy the coating. The bookmarks with apothegm. Even I like reading, I still don't need that much bookmarks. The Remark didn't lead my road cause' I was not that understood at that moment. Those letter sets are beautiful. I don't mind using most of them but the cartoon one maybe not that capable now. The quantity is little problem to solve which needed function transition. The stuff was reminding I used love to write letters. Otherwise, even hate boring, it couldn't be waste money like that.
Stamps collecting is another hobby developed from letters. I collected them from few relatives and close family friends. Stamp, a small frame, old style creative type is my love, not just exhibiting beautiful pictures or playing special printing effect. It is a small box hidding culture and message. The received letters mostly were just some warm and funny words greeting once or twice a year. I always delighted when had had a short letter or card. Even just few lines on a thin paper still warmed me up. There was someone thinking of me. But, when I lost the passion of writing?
I am living in a small city. Friends and I were living close in the same district for years. But mama wouldn't let me leaving the house even if I ain't an extroverted kid. I still didn't wrote too much letters to friends. One day, I met a chance to force me to write, such as seperated with my best friend thousand miles away. But first, you make sure they will write back. Jolia is my good friend since primary school. She is smarter girls I ever met. We hanged out at rest time and be my lighthouse when I got trouble in homework. We started exchanging letters after graduation and went to different college. I do cherish her letters after her whole family moved to the States. When I received hers, I will be send out mine. I always tried to fill up two plain sheet and attached our living photographs. Mostly a letter per two months for a long period. But the reality is something always affected, no matter it was such a worse excuse, too busy at working field. One week plus one week; one month plus one month. After long lost words, your letter was send back untouched. you discovered your dearest moved and could not reached any more. You were started blaming your lazy and feeling frustrated. Every thing was finished before publicity of email.
It's a pity when I gave up relationship with my own hands. I was the one to be blamed. When I was thinking her, always retained a feeling of licking the never healed wound in my heart.
I missed you, Jolia.
My storage of clothes is spend too much area. I tried to reorganize my stuff to squeeze some space. I checked up my drawing equipment, it'd been untouched for a long time but still in a good condition. I think it could still stored for a moment. But if I leave some time for meaning of its existence would be more capable. And there is a lot character pencils, bookmarks and letter set.
I was/am deluded by stunning appearance. The character pencils are just a normal pencil with fancy coating. I don't remember if it good to use as its value, about trice or quadruple price of commonly one, because I never want to destroy the coating. The bookmarks with apothegm. Even I like reading, I still don't need that much bookmarks. The Remark didn't lead my road cause' I was not that understood at that moment. Those letter sets are beautiful. I don't mind using most of them but the cartoon one maybe not that capable now. The quantity is little problem to solve which needed function transition. The stuff was reminding I used love to write letters. Otherwise, even hate boring, it couldn't be waste money like that.
Stamps collecting is another hobby developed from letters. I collected them from few relatives and close family friends. Stamp, a small frame, old style creative type is my love, not just exhibiting beautiful pictures or playing special printing effect. It is a small box hidding culture and message. The received letters mostly were just some warm and funny words greeting once or twice a year. I always delighted when had had a short letter or card. Even just few lines on a thin paper still warmed me up. There was someone thinking of me. But, when I lost the passion of writing?
I am living in a small city. Friends and I were living close in the same district for years. But mama wouldn't let me leaving the house even if I ain't an extroverted kid. I still didn't wrote too much letters to friends. One day, I met a chance to force me to write, such as seperated with my best friend thousand miles away. But first, you make sure they will write back. Jolia is my good friend since primary school. She is smarter girls I ever met. We hanged out at rest time and be my lighthouse when I got trouble in homework. We started exchanging letters after graduation and went to different college. I do cherish her letters after her whole family moved to the States. When I received hers, I will be send out mine. I always tried to fill up two plain sheet and attached our living photographs. Mostly a letter per two months for a long period. But the reality is something always affected, no matter it was such a worse excuse, too busy at working field. One week plus one week; one month plus one month. After long lost words, your letter was send back untouched. you discovered your dearest moved and could not reached any more. You were started blaming your lazy and feeling frustrated. Every thing was finished before publicity of email.
It's a pity when I gave up relationship with my own hands. I was the one to be blamed. When I was thinking her, always retained a feeling of licking the never healed wound in my heart.
I missed you, Jolia.