since it has been quite a while that i had hand-written notes to people, and being the irrational perfectionist that i am as well, i could not muster the courage to bear the shame of handing over these written dedications to good friends on their birthdays, lest they behold my horrendous penmanship. so instead, i gave their presents bare and just, well, TEXTED them their individual messages.
and since texting, i find, limits the things i would like to say due to limited characters, i think it's still not too late if blog what i really wanted to say and re-dedicate my presents to these three very special individuals.
for those days wherein the Hemingway or the Picasso in you is just itching to come out.
may you find these simple items useful. may they help usher you to eventually achieve and perfect your artistic expression.
... and from the looks of things, you are not that far away from your goal.
always an admirer,
for those long nights, joyous or not, either had alone or with kindred souls. may you find in these moments the inspiration you seek to help you follow your path to greatness, since ideas, especially the best ones in my experience, do come at the oddest of times.
anticipating your best work yet,
for your possibly cluttered desk, your work surface hidden under nik-naks and thingamajigs and whachamacalits. they are the paraphernalia of your life, the vessels of your memories. add this one for me. it serves no purpose really other than to remind you on those uneventful, boring, and dare i even say, sad days, of the simple joys in life. never belittle these small, minute, minuscule pockets of happiness, for when set against the looming melancholy of grey days, their glimmer of hope can outshine even the brightest sun.