My View about Handwriting

 We all write, yes? So, if you notice, your handwriting is unique. Why is that? Your handwriting can only be written by you. Yes, only you. No one else can copy your handwriting (or maybe it will take years for them to copy your handwriting).

We all have types of handwriting. Some have a handwriting that’s like of a signature, some have a simple but very legible handwriting, some even have illegible handwriting (that’s me). The computer programs like Word has a lot of “handwriting” styles like Zapfino, Arial Black, so on and so forth. 
Nowadays, we seem to lose the habit of writing ever since the typewriter was invented. We were always typing, typing, typing, we seemed to lose the habit of handwriting. Now, because there are so many gadgets like the Samsung Note III, iPhone 5C and iPhone 5S (they’re the newest), we are mostly typing. Even me, I’ll admit,  I seem to always type and only write in school.
If we don’t do something about writing with pen and paper, that habit’s bound to be extinct in the future. I don’t know what will replace them in the future, but I think that voice recognition and typing virtually is gonna replace them.
If we think about when the habit of writing or handwriting started, you know it started a long, long, long time ago. When you compare it to the habit of typing, or typewriting, it only occurred ever since the typewriter was invented, which occurred somewhere in the 1860s.
Okay, okay, okay. I’m veering into another subject. So, handwriting is the result of how you control the pen with your hand. Your handwriting gets better and better when you get older, because you control the pen better with your hand as you age. Compare your handwriting when you were a baby and your handwriting right now at your age. The changes are massive!
So, let’s do our share to try to write as much as possible, okay?

A letter to Soleil

A letter to Soleil

Dear Soleil,

How are you? Are you all right? I hope you are feeling fine.
It’s such a “long” time since we talked to each other. You were often with your friends. You were often having fun with them. You often talked to them.
I hope that you still consider me as a friend. The only times we talked were when we rode home in your parents’ car. Since Mom fetches me all the time now, the opportunities to talk to you are limited.
I didn’t mean to make you guilty. I just wanted to tell you what I haven’t told you before. Every time I talked to you, I never said a thing about this.
I hope we get together some time to catch up for the times we never spoke to each other. (Let’s hope we’re together in Grade 7).

Your friend,
A. Garrett O. Lubag