I have been thinking of buying a digital camera. For no particular reason; because I have some extra cash at hand; because it is not one of life's necessity; because it is a luxury. Heck! I haven't even decided what I want to do with a camera. Maybe it is the blogs I visit showing great pictures of family, friends, foods or even little things that seem to mean so much to the photographers themselves. The people and things look so much interesting, so much alive, and I crave to be a part of that or to have even more the same for myself. Somehow I feel that thought making me melancholic or it may just be the night air. It is so easy to believe how others are having a fuller and funnier life than yours.
On a brighter note, there were times when I walked around town, aimless yet with an inquisitive heart, to find beautiful things that truly exist. Like that cheeky little note in Mandarin pasted on a shop front saying that the owner was having so good a time during CNY that he suffered from body ache; I can imagine a smile or a little chuckle from him as he read the words. Or that full, pale moon sailing along beside me as my eyes followed it through the bus window, going behind a facade before re-appearing again, to warm my soul like a faithful mate. These are but only some of the moments that I wish to freeze and keep in my mind and if it fails me one day, I could then always refer to my blog with the photos.
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