Sunday, May 21, 2006

Postal Address

You remember postal address? Of course it's still exist these days but it's not that common anymore. Mine is actually P.O.Box %$#, 90007 Sandakan. That is my gateway to the world outside when I was still a kid.. so it had been ages. These kind of postal address is actually a box in some big post office whereby they'll rent out to whoever who wants to rent. These particular P.O.Box number that I'm having was actually owned by one of my father's friend who's actually an accountant or some sort. I used it for my first correspondence with my pen pal from Greece, Pepie Karatzeni. I used it for my subscription of children and education (it's real education I'm talking here) magazines, which always lost due to the high literacy rate of those people who works in handling mails in post office.

Taking mails is a big thing for me that time. I spent my saturday mornings lurking in the town library (yup, I'm a nerd, a big-time nerd who indulge himself in nothing but books). My dad will bring me to breakfast early morning and dropped my at the library on the way to his office. Normally I will reach the library around 7.20am and the library only opens at 9am. What a small kid do with the extra waiting hours. I will go to the accountant's office and retrieve the mails, both mine and my parents. As the accountant is a very generous person, he let his postal address to be used by other people as well, the fishmongers in the fish market, the vegetable stall operator in the town market, his business partners, his friends etc... so there will be piles of mails etc every week and I will have to search through that whole pile of mails in order to retrieve mails for us. It's pretty exciting by the way. The anticipation of seeing my own names or my parents' on the mails is so syok haha....

Now it had become more convenient where the mails will be delivered to the front door of our house. The anticipation now will be the distinct sound of the postmen's motorcycles. I'm not sure whether they're of special assembled types but it seems like the postmen's motorcycles do produce its own brand of unique sound different from others. Or mayb it's just my own delusion haha......

Oppss... I saw a mail icon blinking at the bottom of my PC.... I forgot the motorcycle's sound now but I got a blinking icon instead! Long live technology.

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