I used to ...

Do you sometimes wonder about the things you used to do? Do you sometimes stop for a while to assess yourself and compare yourself today with yourself yesterday...and more, compare it with yourself some years ago...?

Well I do.

Sometimes.

When a gap appears...

I recall that I used to like writing.

Many of my friends loved my emails and asked me to go into the writing business. I used to write long emails, from time to time, to give them an update about my adventures, my trips, here and there in order to fill in the time I've been missing without any news. J
May be, with the idea of this blog, I am renewing with the "pen" or shall I call it the "e-pen" lol; after a quite upsetting break-up that is still lasting.
Very weird that somehow, unwillingly, we wake up one day and the interest is "dead". I wouldn't say gone. Because when something is gone, we live by the hope of having it back again. However with the feeling of something is dead, inside, we kind of are released from keeping the hope alive.
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Too much philosophy and still more to come **/

It’s my town, my blog, I can philosophize as much as I like **/ **/. Hoora!

I also used to draw.

I actually used to love drawing. Anything. Especially when a boring teacher/professor is annoying my thoughts…I recall, that my friends used to like borrowing my notes to copy them to review for finals simply because when bored, they got to read my extra-comments or enjoy my drawings. A classmate once told me, that my drawings made his days during the “periode de revision”. He, first, before beginning any lesson looks for my out-of-context comments.

Usually, I am a fan of writing dates when taking notes. So when it is a friend’s birthday, I would mention that, on the marge of my lecture notes. When my friends started asking for my notes to make copies of them, I was a bit embarrassed and I started coding my comments for me myself and I so that I keep my friends’ privacy and mine private.

Well, I did not paint since ten years. I did not draw since three years.

Ok, now this is very upsetting. :(

However, I’ve noticed, that a new hobby, Photography, has gained over the pencil’s power. My first photography club was ZOOM and we had the best “ Chef! Oui Chef! ever”. I am very grateful to him for his patience to teach us and for his guidance. He made me love photos. I’ve been in love with photography since seven years, may be. Now, that is something I will never divorce. I might lose the appetite for it for a while but I wouldn’t stop.

Then again, we will see. One never knows.

I used to enjoy penfriendship. I had penfriends allover the globe. I guess internet killed such an activity. I highly admire and applaud the ones that are surving it!

Actually, I fought for it. However when the people you are writing to, are preferring the high tech and would give an e-reply (an e-mail) to your mail, or an e-card to your card….the good old school of writing fades away and somehow you give it up too…

I am not very proud of it but I admit that e-mail is very helpful. Still, it sucks when you would like to write emails for people who can’t have an internet connection or who still don’t know how to use the internet >___<.

I don’t know, as I am recalling this and that, I feel that ……….I used to be …me.

Is it that or am I really a grown-up now.? >__<

Welcome to adulthood. m(-_-)m.

How I long to my childhood. !! Life was so simple and so candid. :)

I guess this is another chapter of my nostalgia book that needs to pop from now and then. A very frequent attitude of people living abroad :).

Well, at least, I am glad that I am writing again.

Hoora !