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.