I just learned that I have been taught wrong all these years by the school system. They taught me my letters and how they should look like, but they never taught me the proper way to write them. Growing up, I was constantly praised that my handwriting was beautiful. I took great pride in it whenever I was signing yearbooks, birthday cards, or writing letters to friends. However, in recent years, I have noticed that my handwriting has been deteriorating - regardless of my focused efforts to improve it. I am pretty sure I have grown sloppy and impatient as a handwriter, so that could explain why my calligraphy has been going down hill. But I always had a nagging feeling in the back of my mind that my calligraphy could be better. I felt something was holding me back; I was doing something wrong. It wasn't until a half hour ago did I figure it out. Out of the blue, I decided to look it up on the net.
     According to the the masters, the education system has failed to teach us proper calligraphy. They are so focused on teaching us about our letters and how to read that they skip teaching us how to write properly. I learned that most modern people today are taught to write with our 'fingers' and not our 'arm'. Go ahead and write. See how you move your hand across the page. Are you using your fingers to guide the pen? Or are you moving your entire arm to create the letters?
     The masters say that writing with your arm allows more control and endurance. By writing with your hand, it creates a lot of stress on the hand muscles and it restricts the natural flow of your writing since you have to pick up your hand constantly. Hand muscles also wear much faster than your arm. With your arm, you can glide across the paper just like your letters would. This doesn't necessarily mean you have to write with your hand in the air. It just means that your hand and fingers should be relatively stiff while you are writing.
     So for the remainder of this year, I am going to try to devote at least five minutes a day to correct my penmanship. I WILL be writing beautifully again one day.

How come no one blogs anymore? Is it due to the limitless digital stimuli available over the net? With such things as facebook and twitter, I can understand why people wouldn't have time for xanga anymore. But what about writing? Don't people still feel that itch to write? I know I have. That is why I'm back. I want to start again. Hopefully, I'll continue doing so instead of submitting just this one blog. To me and my writing! Wish me luck. = )

Its been a long time since I've written. So long, that it took me three whole minutes to figure out where the 'blog' button was. They really need to design Xanga better. The site is not easy on the eyes at all, and spending three minutes on the web looking for something is a frustrating lifetime. Or maybe I just need better eyes...?

I was on Facebook earlier and I stumbled upon a photo of a friend. I have not seen her for a long time and it made me sad to think about it. Oh..we were close. Close in a way where you can just pick up from your last conversation like years have not gone by. You know that kind. Everyone has that one person out there somewhere. Except, this time. This time, years have gone by, and more.
When so much time has waned, how do I bridge such a gap? Can I just poke them? As if they were just some convenient acquaintance. How impersonal would that be? Especially compared to times of old when we dropped by each other unexpectedly, unannounced. We were that comfortable with each other; we were joyously welcomed. I thought about sending a message, but I refrained from doing so because... I already had - long ago. I had made a few attempts to keep in touch, hang out, and unfortunately, they didn't work out. After that, I felt I had initiated the social branch too many times. I hate to be that person who 'pines' or 'begs'. I feel that for any relationship to work, it should go both ways. And so, I waited... I waited for that branch to be reciprocated.
So much time has gone by now that I'm not sure I know her anymore. I hope she is well, and I wonder if I'm thought of.