have you looked through old photos of you and asked yourself" Is that me?"...well, there is a lot of quetions that arise when you look through all those photos. You could be like "Don't want to see those photos, i want to forget about those past" or you could end up like "i look so cute...look...look...". It depends on each other after all each photo, each represents a memory, a piece of your past and a piece of puzzle that makes you you today.
Done a lot of cleaning these days and found lots of old photos of me. My parents took so many photos of me when i was a baby...those were fond memories....i was so chubby when i was in primary school(forget the past). what i really like is when i was a child like during those kindergarten years...so sweet memories.
In those pictures, my sister was also there aside me. She was so pretty. That is why i keep telling my friends my sister leh actually has that 'pretty gene'. It is just her crave for food and laziness that kinda shed her beauty. Even though she is not model material(in terms of body size), she is very beautiful geh. Back then when i look back at those old photos she was always hugging me...wah....i so bahagia ge ar..haha..
my parents wanted to take a lot of pictures for us so that we could keep these memories forever. Now, my mum is like explaning 1 picture at a time as i write this post. She keeps like...why aren't you happy of your photos?..why arent you smilling?....That is you lar...Well, sometimes you can smile in your heart. Sometimes i prefer to keep things inside me...if only there is someone i can share ..haha...lucky i have this blog.
looking back at those baby photos of mine..i always could not run away from that baby fat....haiz...i also did not know when i was a baby, i actually had this mohawk...haha..later post some of those photos lar...
All these photos make me realize how fortunate and happy i am. Its like you don't need millions of cash to keep yourself happy. Never neglect your family.haha...i will try to not 'gek' them...haha
J'dore
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