The art of writing by hand.

Many people don't find it pleasing to write by hand now in days and that makes me wonder if it's because they don't like to write what they have in mind, they have a short vocabulary or because they're lazy?

People are getting worse everyday in their way of thinking, their common sense, their effort to learn new words and how to write down their own ideas in order... all this technology; text messaging, computer chat, emails, the programs that we use to do homework for school and use the "ABC" function because we don't even know if we are writing the word correctly, but even like that, I know so many people that by even using the "ABC" function, they still have errors all over their notes because they don't know how to express themselves anymore.

... Why?

With all the technological process's, trying to make tasks easier to do everyday, people little by little forget about the true art of writing and mainly, they have lost touch with their ideas and sentiments.

It´s not the same writing an email than writing a letter and sending it via postal. And if you think it is, you are wrong. In an email you can fake expressions and emotions all the time, you don't know if that person is actually happy or sad, perhaps that person is writing one way but in reality they are writing in a different way, a way that you wouldn't expect. "Why are you mad at me?" "I'm not mad at you, I'm just being realistic. I'm sad too" "I don't believe you" How many of you guys have gone through something like that via text messaging , emailing or chatting? I bet most of you can relate. Isn't it annoying?! I hate it! I want to express myself they way I am feeling but the damn virtual world won't allow it! That's how misunderstandings start too and that's how terrorist leave no trace of who'm wrote "the message"... Is technology really for the good?

Cursive writing (a.k.a joined up writing or running writing) It was used since the 17th century and was always esthetically beautiful and admirable when someone wrote in joined up writing, and till the day, people admire very much those who still write that way. I know very few people who still write in joined up writing and oddly, they are people that I love being with, at least the ones that write similar to my hand writing.

I don't know if people know this but showing your hand writing reveals sentiments, your true thoughts, your true self... People are giving up in thinking their situations through.

What will happen when more than half of the world population doesn't know how to write anymore? Will they be inexpressive and more confused than ever of what they think or feel?

Writing by hand is vital. You are in touch with your thoughts and feelings. It isn't the same writing "I hope to see you soon" by computer than writing it by hand. In fact, write that sentence by hand and then type it in the computer. Does it read the same? Does it give out the same message -meaning, emotional wise- when you read it? Of course not. Type writing is the most neutral and systematic way to send out a message. To know what the person is saying emotionally -more or less- then you have to know the person, other wise, if you don't know that person you read it completely different.

I agree that type writing has it's advantage, such as: clean writing, easier to read, straight lines, maintaining one size or angle or thickness, yet, it won't show your true expressions.

I hope that cursive writing never disappears or else, people will be inexpressive in human form.

It's just what I think, anyone can have their own theory's or beliefs.

Cherry Blossom.

I don't know why I am drawn to this beautiful cherry blossom tree. Pink isn't usually my favorite color, it has always been a color that I have despised, but I assume that I like it because it is a suitable color for a suitable flower; delicate, small blossoms, innocent, perfect in it's own way. So beautiful when the sun lights the tree, giving a unique glow and softness color to the human eye, and when the moonlight illuminates the tree, it seams as if it where frozen, pale, radiant for the beautiful night to come, a night of which no ones what happens except for the wind and the trees.

I wish to be a cherry blossom, small as I am, small I shall ever be. Never want to harmed by those whom surround me. Never want to be corrupted by those that wish to break me. I am one in broad daylight, and another in the darkness of the day.

                                       Cherry Blossoms Adrift by Mary Fumento

                                                                                            (1999)

Pink petals passing Scents above so high Painted porcelain perfection Blossoms caress the sky Swaying silent shroud Suitors strolling by Pink petals passing Lover's gentle sigh Pastel hues falling Slow fluttering grace Pink petals passing Lining streams in lace Pink petals passing Smoothest transit by Soft essence floating In most subtle lullaby Inducing springtime slumber Upon a satin shore Sailing with the current Pink petals pass before.

Is it optimism or the "new year"?

Today I was happy to see the sun shine, not so much of a shine, or rather, brightness. It's still a winter sun shine, the brightness doesn't hurt your eyes, it's a kind of pale yellow, giving a nice glow to the trees, grass and water... I'd like to say, even the street looked beautiful. I simply felt happy inside today.

I thought of smoking a cigar today, which I did, but not till later. I had a great meal with my parent's, just the two of them, my sister had gone out to see a friend. I don't have the car with me when my sister is here with us. Even though I had the cramps today, I powered it through and kept myself positive for the day.

I'm not sure why I am happy... maybe it's because I've been in touch with old friends, even found and dug up old friends I haven't known about for more than 3 to 5 years maybe... could be more. People change so much during that time, especially the ones I've known since they where maybe 5-8 years old; their faces change so much, their voices and their personalities are well formed. We are all adults now. We are all headed some where, who knows if it'll be together or separate.

Who knows, this year does feel right for me. It's been a while since I've felt this happy inside, I mean, I was happy before but I really crashed the last few months that where left in 2010 and I know why, I was missing someone in my life, someone I won't bother to mention in this blog. Though, hopefully I have cried my tears for that person, the ones that where allowed for him, I hope now that I can move on, and now that I see him, because I know will, somewhere, I shall smile and only remember the happy moments he gave me because he did give me happy memories, and those are the ones I should always keep in my heart, not the sad parts, not the ones that gave me pains, not the ones that have wounded me, there's no point in keeping those in your heart, but I shall keep those as a lesson to learn.

People come into our lives for a purpose, they are there to set a new mission or people come back to complete a mission, a mission thou we shall never know or expect, not even the know until they experience it. They are there for a reason, and we get those people in our lives depending on what we ask for, even if it's unconscious. Beware for what you wish for, you'll never know if it'll come true.

I woke up today feeling that there is something big waiting for me this year, not very common for me to feel that. I am expecting something that I have no idea what implies, but that's ok, I love being taken by surprise.

Today, I was looking at my cork board, and I was looking at some images I pasted there and saw in the corner, hidden :What do I want?. And I put images of different style lofts from NYC, I put them because I've always wanted an apartment in NYC, a loft, and then I put images of different dresses from different designers. I put those images as a principal, though, then I knew what I wanted the most, I wanted love, so I grabbed a heart post-it (corny, I know) and wrote " Love" :) hopefully, I'll get that sooner rather than later, but if it does come later, it's for a reason.

Anyhow, moving on with my day, I had a fantastic cigar while I was chatting live with some of those I'd like to call now, friends, that also smoke cigars. I had a Don Pepin Garcia, Black Label, was missing maybe 4 months to let it age for a year, though, for the time being, it was fantastic. It was a robusto, though, I am still a little confused with the color difference between colorado maduro and maduro, though, I think it was a colorado maduro because it had a rich-medium flavor and was very aromatic. It was so mild and creamy, I didn't want it to end, flavors of coffee, earth, wood and hinting spice here and there, it was wonderful. The balance between them was perfect. Construction was good, not great, but it did stand an inch of ash each time and inch would fall. There was a couple of veins pronounced and there was no shine/oil to the wrapper. Different than my usual cigar. All in all, I wish I had another one.

That was my day. Was brief in activities, but it was enough for me. I didn't have to find excuses to do something today, I just went with it.

So, my advice tonight for what ever day you need it: Just go with the flow if you don't know what to do to distract yourself, because that is what we do these days, we look for something to distract ourselves from being with our thoughts.