A Walk To Remember
The weather was cool. There's hardly any sun, the trees and the ground were still damp from the light shower. Time like this, plus a serenade from Lisa Ono's "I Wish You Love" really made me feel nostalgic.
I uploaded some pictures to my friends today, and couldn't help but feel that I'm always surrounded by people. Things that sometimes I took for granted. I'm still amazed at how I'm blessed by having these friends.
To tell you the truth, I'm loosing a sense of 'friendliness' as I grew older. I wanted that peaceful serenity, a solitary comfort where I don't have to explain myself to others. And yet at the same time I'm craving attentions. Perhaps that's the inner performer in me. That's why perhaps, I'm trying to keep my social circle to a minimum. Other tried to include me in, but I refused to add more people to the picture perfect that I have framed for my life.
I shouldn't do that, I know. It's just that sometimes hard to give up your comfort zone and get to know some other people other than the ones that you're already familiar with. And luckily, most of the time I'm being surrounded by a nice bunch of people. But I'm having a hard time adding to what I have. In a sense I just don't want to send a ripple to the fragile sense of security in familiarity.
As I uploaded the new set of pictures, I can't help of opening my older faces of memories. People that represents history and stories of their own and had intertwined with my life. Although some of these people maybe far from me now, once upon a time in my life, they penciled in their colors in my life.
Some of these pictures below are taken from my sister's online photo collection. She's more into uploading all these pictures than me. I have more pictures of old friends but they're not available online or in digital version.
From one karaoke scene...
I uploaded some pictures to my friends today, and couldn't help but feel that I'm always surrounded by people. Things that sometimes I took for granted. I'm still amazed at how I'm blessed by having these friends.
To tell you the truth, I'm loosing a sense of 'friendliness' as I grew older. I wanted that peaceful serenity, a solitary comfort where I don't have to explain myself to others. And yet at the same time I'm craving attentions. Perhaps that's the inner performer in me. That's why perhaps, I'm trying to keep my social circle to a minimum. Other tried to include me in, but I refused to add more people to the picture perfect that I have framed for my life.
I shouldn't do that, I know. It's just that sometimes hard to give up your comfort zone and get to know some other people other than the ones that you're already familiar with. And luckily, most of the time I'm being surrounded by a nice bunch of people. But I'm having a hard time adding to what I have. In a sense I just don't want to send a ripple to the fragile sense of security in familiarity.
As I uploaded the new set of pictures, I can't help of opening my older faces of memories. People that represents history and stories of their own and had intertwined with my life. Although some of these people maybe far from me now, once upon a time in my life, they penciled in their colors in my life.
Some of these pictures below are taken from my sister's online photo collection. She's more into uploading all these pictures than me. I have more pictures of old friends but they're not available online or in digital version.
And then the now picture (altho I thought I look like deer caught in the headlights)
From one karaoke scene...
5 Comments:
I like the photos of you with the snowing background. Beautiful ;-)
Thank you. Those pics were taken at my front and backyard. I was actually just woke up when both my sis and I decided to have the photo session :). We took it in early in the morning. The training pants was my pyjama, since it was soooo cold the night before. :P
Very pretty design! Keep up the good work. Thanks.
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