I feel like getting old fast lately. I was thinking too much about life - about how I suppose to live my life to it's greatest extent according to my own perfection standard. And the simple motion leads to such complexity of events and thoughts... I, vaguely, believe that I need to be more serious on making this life valuable. Being serious, then, doesn't mean leaving all the fun and excitement behind the act of maturity - I define serious-ness as an applicable term in any situation, just like the work hard,play hard kind of mechanism. Whenever I laugh and smile, I know deeply how I really, really mean it, that I'm sensing gratitudes and aware about the reasons behind it more than merely pulling off some facial expression on my face. When it comes to duties and work, serious make it way through how good I could put on my passion on the things I'm working on. Apparently, the making-meaning process like that took most of my time away from the virtual routines... and surprisingly, it feels good! I don't get it when some people said they don't want to be serious because it's no fun at all, or because they don't want to lose their youth if they did. Oh come on, serious is not equal with geek and boring, serious is challenging! When you play save, you think it is fancy because you'll be faraway from pain and danger - but beside it made you likely to be a coward sometimes, playing save is much closer to the boredom than anything else. You'll be stuck on your comfort zone, with static leisure plus zero percentage of development. Try to be always serious, consistently, and you'll find it hard because humans are basically inconsistent. You'll be failed at times, and you need to choose whether to stop trying, or run to catch up again and, by the end, prevail upon your own failures. It's no way easy, but much playful and tricky enough to provoke my stupid ego so I hit a try.
There's no coinsidence occurs between my inquiries and dressing mood, but when I dig on my closet I was inclined to pick some classic preppy or secretary look, dominantly. Even for a little promenade yesterday, these were how I dressed myself. I took several portraits at home, before leaving and tied my hair back, because some of you had asked me about my new hair colour. Well I dyed mine on two different layers, a combo of warm chesnut brown and a bit chinamon highlight. I never really like black hair for my face - it's pretty to have black hair for many people I know, but not me - I personally always like my hair in brown.
I knew I can't be entirely gone from this virtual world of blogging, really. Even I should admit how I enjoyed the pretty long break from here to get busy in the real world... I dealt with many new interests out there, and I found them challenging. Not that I said blogging is less fun - both are essential, and that's why I back to blog again. Plus I have a new camera and lens that I just got from Japan so I obligated to serve you all with better pictures and reliable quantity of photos... (sorry, you know I'm pleonatic.) The one I used to take my photos with were EOS 500D, now my new baby EOS 50D has replaced it and I'll share about her next time. Now I'll back to the real world, yeah, to get myself serious on something new again - would you try? Don't you like it to be seriously play and seriously make this life has meanings? Watch yourself.
Take care you miracles of Ghaea, you're the only reason why I keep coming back for more here.