In brief...

I'm a Nature-lover, aspiring conservationist, and wannabe traveller in search of outdoor adventure.
My interests vary from conservation to education to heritage to Nature (biodiversity & wildlife) to outdoor activities to life in general.
They occupy most of my waking moment.
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Saturday, September 26, 2015

Photograph.

I've just come back from a short trip to Malaysia with my family to visit my granduncle and grandaunt (on both the maternal and paternal side) that I haven't met in a really long time. The last time we went up to visit them, I was perhaps about half the size I am now. Inevitably, the first words they said when they saw my younger brother and I was, "Wah, so big now ah?" This was thus the first time I had any intelligent conversation with them, and could regale them with stories of my past summer travels, and engage in some interesting politics discourse. My grandaunt had been thoughtful enough to put up some old photos of us from our last visit, but we didn't get the chance to see them unfortunately. Nonetheless we could share recent photos of our family that we kept on our phones (thanks to technology) and take a photo before leaving for future reference.

Then earlier today (Saturday), I met up with a group of friends whom I've known for almost 9 years now (since 2007!), and as always when meeting up with such old friends that have not met in a long time, we reminisced lots. Caught up on what everyone is doing currently, then progressed backwards in time to what we used to do, our shared memories, bringing back images of the past back to the front of our minds. It was a four-and-a-half hour long catch up. These are the only friends I've had whom I've travelled with at least twice, and we used to spend so much time together, and despite the weight of our responsibilities (which we perceived to be so great at that point), we were silly yet thoughtful, retarded yet sensible at once. The memories are wonderful, and I'm so glad to have the opportunity to be able to meet everyone still. Looking through the photos we took then though, are perhaps a little more painful - we looked horribly geeky then, as one always supposes when looking back on the teenage years. We still all look the same though, and haven't changed much in the intervening years (in terms of personality, in our speech etc). And once again, we took a photo for keepsakes.

It made me wonder, do we ever know what we grow up/older to be? And photographs, which now being pervasive and cheaply acquired, have somewhat lost their previous value in being preserves of memories for posterity?


Photograph - Ed Sheeran


Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
Times forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home

Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And it's the only thing that I know (know)
I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of ya
And it's the only thing we take with us when we die

We keep this love in this photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
Times forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone

And if you hurt me
That's OK, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

Wait for me to come home [4x]

Oh you can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were 16
Next to your heartbeat
Where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul

And if you hurt me
Well, that's OK, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go

When I'm away
I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost
Back on 6th street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home.

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