I am feeling a tad nostalgic these days. nah. Actually, nostalgic is too strong a word to use. Heh. But I found myself looking through my collection of photos too often, reminiscing the past events, recollecting the happy smiles and cheers on each and everyone's face, the sweet smell of flowers in the air, the sweet things like chocolate chip cookies that we share, or like the nova sweet brownie that we share, the sweet thing like friendship. Friendship is sweet and nice and kind and wonderful. With friends, I feel loved.

You know, it is easy to forget what you have sometimes. It is easy to underappreciate things. It is easy to not remember that once, the day wasnt as cloudy and gloomy like today. That once, the day was nice and bright and sun didnt forget to show up and shine, bringing with it happy smiles and laughter. And love. Love that we share, love around us.

Is shutter the only thing that manage to capture that moment? That happy moment when we lost ourselves in our own world, a stress free world, drowning ourselves in that giddiness. Too bad that the shutter didnt manage to record our emitting giggles, our joyous laughter. Too bad that sometimes without these photos to remind ourselves, these special moments seemed .. lost, nudged to the back of our mind as we trudged on the daily routines, alas forgotten.

So many things happened this year. I guess it is just about the time of the year (with increasing cortisol level of pre-exam stress), I lost myself in the sweet beautiful memories again. The sweet little things of the bygone days.
Sweet things like talking for hours on random things in the late hour of the night, watching horror dvds and freaked ourselves out as a white figure crawled, roaming around George St and tried to appear nonchalant to the drunken students, singing off-key to cds with our pretend microphones and basically... just time. spent. together.
They were amazing.

I've just talked to a goodfriend that something reminded me of the roadtrip we had early this year. Evergreen swinging trees reminded me of the views we saw as we made our way through the meandering road .. and I realized that I miss those times. Things were great and those moments were beautiful - but lost. I am sure that if I were to recreate that amazing few days spent on the road, things would never be the same, would never carve the same special path anymore.

Just like if I were to go to a beach again next year, it wouldnt be as special as what I had this year. Special moment, beautifully captured in shots, could never be imitated. No matter how much I tried.

Maybe it is not a bad thing. We have our good times. We treasure our good times. You and me - thank you my friends. =) I know one day, I am going to miss these things. Things like calling each other up and talking about trivial matters, things like tasting each other's cooking, things like chatting on the net, and knowing that you are only a door knock away from me. Or at the very most, a few minutes run from my crib.