It's as if time stood still, and your pictures told a tale of what seems faint to you.
It brings moments that make you cry, make you angry, and make you laugh, reflecting on the good times and the bad.
I think it's one of the hardest things to do.
You can look at a photo of your past relationship, and think, "damn, we were so happy. What happened to us? What happened to you..."
I think it's one of the hardest things to do.
You can look at a photo of your past relationship, and think, "damn, we were so happy. What happened to us? What happened to you..."
You find an old photo, and exclaim, "I was fat!! But that's when I sure was happy and didn't care."
Or you tell yourself, "Wow, I used to look pretty and had such healthy hair."
Sometimes you'll even ask yourself, "Ew, what was I wearing? My make-up looked hit up, too."
Even though some of those photos were just a couple of months ago, or few years ago, it makes you feel like you've aged and changed faster than before. The skin that you're in right now is not the same skin you were in at that time. We change time and time again.
This whole day, I've walked to back and forth to school, absorbing all of my surroundings because it is my last week in my Bangkok hood. I keep on reflecting all the things I have done, the things I overcame, the things I will miss, and the things I have gotten comfortable with.
Although millions of pictures can never do justice to portray how I lived through it all, and to exemplify what I've seen with my keen eyes, at least I have these memories.
*sigh. It only took a few weeks to call this place home, but with reality kicking in, it only took a few months to take it all away from me.
Gone with the wind, you are, Bangkok. You've been my heaven, and my hell. My darkness and my light. You've taught me so much about embracing my surroundings, and being compassionate, yet aggressive at the same time.
You definitely have a place in my heart.
I'll miss my noodle lady who puts peanuts in my tom yum noodle soup, and her husband who starts my day with his morning nod. My securities who salute to me, or make angry then happy faces at me. My fruit ladies who smile at me. My roti lady who makes my roti crispier for me. The lazy dogs with their new shirts. My hair dressers who wave at me. Most of all, all of those who remembered my face because of our language barrier. Everything on my side of the hood will always be my most favorite memory.
No more opening the door to my apartment with my roommate saying, "home sweet home," after a long weekend trip. Definitely no more showing off my rooftop view to my friends, and breathing it all in.
This is the life. This was my life. <3
Or you tell yourself, "Wow, I used to look pretty and had such healthy hair."
Sometimes you'll even ask yourself, "Ew, what was I wearing? My make-up looked hit up, too."
Even though some of those photos were just a couple of months ago, or few years ago, it makes you feel like you've aged and changed faster than before. The skin that you're in right now is not the same skin you were in at that time. We change time and time again.
This whole day, I've walked to back and forth to school, absorbing all of my surroundings because it is my last week in my Bangkok hood. I keep on reflecting all the things I have done, the things I overcame, the things I will miss, and the things I have gotten comfortable with.
Although millions of pictures can never do justice to portray how I lived through it all, and to exemplify what I've seen with my keen eyes, at least I have these memories.
*sigh. It only took a few weeks to call this place home, but with reality kicking in, it only took a few months to take it all away from me.
Gone with the wind, you are, Bangkok. You've been my heaven, and my hell. My darkness and my light. You've taught me so much about embracing my surroundings, and being compassionate, yet aggressive at the same time.
You definitely have a place in my heart.
I'll miss my noodle lady who puts peanuts in my tom yum noodle soup, and her husband who starts my day with his morning nod. My securities who salute to me, or make angry then happy faces at me. My fruit ladies who smile at me. My roti lady who makes my roti crispier for me. The lazy dogs with their new shirts. My hair dressers who wave at me. Most of all, all of those who remembered my face because of our language barrier. Everything on my side of the hood will always be my most favorite memory.
No more opening the door to my apartment with my roommate saying, "home sweet home," after a long weekend trip. Definitely no more showing off my rooftop view to my friends, and breathing it all in.
This is the life. This was my life. <3
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