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Photographs

I was going through some stuff the other day, and I found a small collection of photographs belonging to someone I used to know...

It really brought back memories..

I didn't have many pictures of her left...

One of her and her friend..
One of her at the hairdresser...
And one she took of herself..she looked really thin in the pic.. I wonder if she was eating ok at the time...


Funny things, photographs...
How they magically transport us back through the sands of time... Sifting through the meaningless maelstrom of images until we finally see meaning in them... How each sound reverberates through space and time, echoing in the vast caverns of the human mind...

Faint, and barely discernable... the images start to become clearer.. like an old film reel projector whirring to life...

I sit and watch those images in my mind, a lone solitary figure in a huge ampitheater... pitch black, except for the moving images on the silk screen...


Funny things, photographs...
Spend too much time on them and you'll get lost... No matter how much time has passed by...

They are the monuments of times gone by... both the good... and the bad... the beautiful and the ugly...

They symbolise man's dream of doing the impossible... mastering Time...

For Time is only for the Lord to command...


Funny things, photographs...
A marvel how they can make us go in two different directions... A smile and laugh on the best of days, reminiscing of the good times... Or a black mood on the worst days, thinking about what went wrong and all the things left unsaid...


Funny things..these photographs...

Comments

missyizzati said…
thats we took pictures, i think. =)
azie said…
i took about 5-7 years before i could actually burn all of the pictures that my current boyfie should not ever see.

and it really hurts to do. not because i still have anything for my exs..it's just because i realized eventhough i burned all of the pictures, the memories still remain.

p/s : sorry for making such a emotional comment here,hikhik
missyizzati said…
eh silap. i meant to say.

"thats why we took pictures, i think. =)"
Abdullah said…
Yeah.. i think ur right there...
But i never like destroying pictures simply because they're our only link to the past...
I guess i'm nostalgic at times :)

atie.. thank u for clearing dat up... i was trying to understand wat u meant ;)
missyizzati said…
sir, 'atie'? haha.
azie said…
atie? nama baru yang menarik,hahaha..

atie, izza pon ok gak jat,haha
Abdullah said…
Hehehehe... Just testing the waters... ms ijatology... hehehehe...
Princess Liyana said…
huhu.memories2...:)
happiness and sadness:(
missyizzati said…
testing the waters ey? haha. atie is so not me. kan?

azie, cube la kamu panggil aku 'atie' or 'izza' mesti klaka. haha.
A t i Q a h said…
agree with u sir! huhuhu

ijat..remember, urs is paula. hak hak hak.
siraydee said…
I love & hate pictures. Weird paradoxical stuff.

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