I want to go on a holiday, one where I can take many pictures of.
Nope, not a shopping trip but one where I can really take time to stop and take pictures.
I'm no professional photographer, neither do I own a camera with lenses that are a meter long.
It's just the pure interest, and love for capturing beautiful stuff so that it becomes etched in my memory.
And whenever that memory fades, I could always look back and remember it oh-so vividly.
Pictures say so much.
When words fail to tell the story, pictures however, in its still silence, speaks up for itself.
I love looking at pictures, which is an understatement actually.
Sadly, it's something Ben and I don't have in common.
And one that I'll feel bad whenever I want to stop and take a picture.
I don't just take a picture, but I take many pictures of the same thing....while he has to wait for me.
I love doing stuff that is really....slow and peaceful but not boring.
No, I just hate boredom.
I mean, who likes boredom?
But in those slow and peaceful stuff, I enjoy myself every moment.
Like reading
Just throw the world behind me. Live to wander.
Wander into the depths of knowledge, excitement and imagination.
I seldom do that now because I myself am caught in this technology whirlpool and school trap.
Sometimes I wonder, why do we even live?
Life's too short, and we're constantly rushing over things, giving us barely time to breathe and take a real good look at the world that passes us by.
The mundane activities that we may do daily, the routines, it'll be a bore someday.
Occasionally, we should put on our rose-tinted glasses and actually admire the world, the activities that bores us to death.
I used to imagine myself finding that guy, that guy who sits on the bench in the park, reading.
So engrossed in the world of knowledge, that he is oblivious to his surroundings.
Oblivious that his tiniest gestures like pushing his glasses back up against the bridge of his nose....catches everyone's attention who strolls by.
My favourite author, I see the name on the cover of his book.
I would sit beside him and we would talk about our favourite books and authors all day long on that bench.
It'd be our bench from then on.
But of course, that is only my imagination of my ideal way to meet my ideal guy.
In real life, it'd never happen to me for so many various reasons.
1. I never go to a park, so I won't meet my guy in a park.
2. Guys like these, barely exist. I rarely see people actually reading books these days, all caught up in the world of technology. Barely able to keep their hands of their devices as if any second apart from the device would be like unplugging their life support. Don't argue that they might be reading from that strange foreign device on their hands, it isn't called actual reading. One must be able to enjoy the smell of the pages of the books.
3. I may actually go to a park, meet a guy who reads at the park....but he most probably would not look like my ideal type or even close. What are the chances man? That's why I must emphasise again, on the importance that the above is only my humble imagination.
Alright, so much for just actually wanting to talk about taking pictures and going on a holiday.
Lust, so much lust, I have.
For a peaceful and calm life, world's apart from my current life and future life.
