Salaam, all.
Have you ever
noticed how much more clearly you see yourself in a picture? I was taking
pictures of myself earlier and my appearance is so different from what it was
10 years ago. My appearance is not what it once was and I'm glad for that. It,
instead, is more of a road map of where I've been; a photobook of my
memories...each page, a different story...maybe one I've not yet told. A
picture of us, is not just a picture, but also a picture of a thousand
pictures.
Every week, I look
forward to being on week-end. For me, it' s time for great pleasures with my
family and friends. We try to do different things (so am I), to change our
habits. I hate living in routine and week-ends are benefit for changing our way
of living. Photography, blogging, reading, make-sporting, make love (married
couple, yes), discovering new sites, visiting friends and families (currently I
live far from my family, what a piece of luck!), there is always a place in the
car to go somewhere else. I never forget that week-ends are short holidays and
I 've got my idea on the way of taking advantage of it..literally.
I love my hometown
(who doesn't?), love views from the window of my house, the ground which is
full with children's' laughs, cool breeze air, love the peace of the simple life
here, love houses on the back of hills and mountains, love friendly people,
too. I love everything belongs to my hometown where I was born 28 years ago...
Almost like a
diary, though! Much love.
Collections of
randomly captured moments
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