What is love?

I'm taken aback on how open teenagers perceive relationship between opposite sex. The Asian society is supposed to be more reserved; but, the teenagers now plunge into relationships openly without reservation.




At times. I'm speechless whenver I catch them in the act of passion in public places, or even schools and colleges. I really don't hope to catch anyone kissing in my class one day.


The adults are helpelessly in dealing with this issue. To these teenagers, it's cool and normal. Some even start to sleep around and later brag about their rendezvous to their friends. The adults know about that; but, they just watch helplessly.

The boys and girls start their intimate relationship before they realise the consequences; and, the adults should try to stop them before it's too late. But, no one really tries to make these young people realise the consequences of their casual intimacy.



Besides, the teenagers are getting bolder. They write blogs and confess their feelings openly to the entire world, they date directly after class or school, they look into each other's eyes right in front of the teachers, they hug and caress in the public... The adults just sigh helpelessly.




What can the adults do? Watch helplessly, listen [atiently and try to understand their passion; but, do nothing.

Beautiful photographs have therapeutic effect on me. They can temporary take my mind off any nagging problems. I also love to imagine or feel the mood of the photographers as I think I can share the concentration when one is taking photographs. The mindful concentration is powerfully peaceful.

Only photos give me a world of tranquility and calmness as they can capture people and crowd minus the sounds. I don't really like noise and

sounds. So, only photos can give me the beauty of all activities without the sounds.

I loves sunset too. It gives out strong colours and rays and its melancholic beauty is really touching.

Is there hope awaiting? Or is it the ending of a beautiful day? At times, I'd like to think it is the end of a beautiful day. I love sunset as a beautiful journey has come to its end. A tinge of melancholy adds to its eccentric beauty. And, when all the activities subside, it will be quite again.

And, I can rest my tired mind and just drowned myself in peace.

Nostalgia

At times, I may forget how I looked. This is a picture taken by my colleague 2 years ago, I think. My friends are surprised by the rate I change my looks. Well, just to satisfy myself in the quest of searching for an identity, I think.

But, I think I get bored with routine easily and also bored with looking at the same old face in the mirror every day.

It's nostalgically sad to look through the old files and old pictures. It is difficult to describe the mixed-feelings. I suddenly remember many old faces; but, I have no idea where they are now. However, knowing myself, I won't take the trouble to look them up even though I miss them very much. There is one person whom I really miss but I have no idea how to locate him. There is a person whom I know is missing me; but, I won't bother to call.

I'm just plain lazy. Lazy to be commited. However, I'd very much welcome intellectual pursuit. Maybe it's the other hidden personality which I still don't know how to handle. Facing with the person I miss but I won't do or say anything. On the other hand, to find out some evidence to satisfy my query, I would travel hundreds of miles to hunt for it. That's me, at times, I can't understand me too. Sometimes, I'm spontaneous and that, I think, makes the others feel pressured.