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soliloquy; ephemeral landings
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Posted on Sunday, 15 December 2013 @ Sunday, December 15, 2013
A few months ago, back before SPM (Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia, our national exam for Form 5 students) took a toll on our lives, we decided to make a letter box. Everyone in class was supposed to write a letter to each of a fellow Amanian family member, and post it in a letter box we made. It was exciting to just think about the last day of SPM where we'd give out the letters, one by one, and anticipate its contents. It was hard getting that box filled up, but it was worth all the work and wait. No matter how hard I tried to not sneak a peek into the box before it's opening day (man, I tell you I remember sitting down for a full 5 minutes, staring at the box and just wishing the letters could be opened right at that moment), it just didn't work. Hahaha. Just had to run my finger across the slit of the box and take deep breaths, and study. But I don't have to do that anymore! (study hehe). So here's the box: I really miss the days where this box would sit on the table at the right-hand corner of our class, waiting for letters to come in. Day by day, it started to get really heavy with papers. And boy were we excited as heck!  
And then there's Gallus, the always-present-in-every-Amanian-get-together junior. Haha. But it was fun nonetheless, never mind Amanian or Amanian plus Junior.
     
I have a thing for letters. It somehow gives me butterflies in my stomach whenever I receive a letter. I don't know, maybe because letters mirror someone's soul? The handwritten ones are the best! Up there are some of my prized letters; a few of the ones that made me cry and laugh at the same time. Honestly, all the letters I received made me cry a vast stream enough to beat Niagara Falls. No kidding. These are people who I can honestly call family, and mean it. Sometimes people go "How can you all be so..close?". Honestly saying, we could actually give each other the most bizarre gifts, and be cool about it. Although I am not gonna enclose what those "bizarre gifts" are (quite bizarre, though adorbs), there's nothing less to say other than us being close-knitted. Years pass, people come and go. But it always narrows down to the ones who've been there all the time. And I thank them all for being there, every second of my last two years in high school. For cheering me up the moment I walk into class, for reminding me to do my best and follow my dreams, for giving me advice you don't hear everyday, and for sharing a huge part of my life with me. You ask "Why so much thanks for people who've only been there a mere 2 years of your life?"
"Because without them, where would I be?"
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