It's been nearly a year since I last updated my blog. Instead of taking a moment to stop and write down what I should be writing in my online journal, my teaching job overseas has consumed all of my time. I've been sharing pictures of celebrities and their favorite local and foreign fragrances lately. I acknowledged that I have a smell addiction. Collecting genuine fragrances and colognes worn by local and Hollywood celebrities is one of my life's frustrations. However, I find it difficult to get a genuine one because they are all too costly for me as a low-income teacher and an overseas Filipino worker. In any case, I am totally back, and hopefully this won't be halted.
My favorite secular song is available as a video clip below. Every time I hear it online or on my music app phone, it evokes strong emotions and memories of the good old days, and I sincerely miss them. I miss my parents, my home, my family, friends, and neighbors, as well as the simple and uncomplicated life that existed back then. Jim Capaldi's music, Old Photographs, expresses all of my feelings. Perfectly expresses how I feel practically every day. I'm not sure if I'm the only one in the world who feels this way, but as a member of Generation X, I really miss my generation's time.
Below are the lyrics of the song:
Yesterday I felt the wind blowing 'round my shoulder
Feel like I'm getting older
Still I can't forget your face
Separated by a million miles of ocean
My heart still feels emotion
Even in this lonely place
Old photographs and places I remember
Just like a dying ember
That's burned into my soul
Even though we walk the diamond-studded highways
It's the country lanes and byways
That makes us long for home
Lately I just find my mind has turned to dreamin'
Making plans and scheming
How I'm gonna get back home
But deep down inside I know it's really hopeless
This road I'm on is endless
We climb our mountains all alone
That makes us long
For home
Feeling My Age: I finally realized I’m not young anymore. It hit me like a cold breeze—leaving me feeling a little tired and fragile as the years slip by.
Two Different Worlds: I’ve lived two lives. One is my career—shiny, successful, but cold. The other is my old home—simple, warm, and quiet. Even with everything I’ve achieved, my heart still pulls me back to those dusty country roads.
Fading Echoes: Memories are like the last glowing embers of a fire. They aren't as sharp as they used to be, but they can still burn if you get too close.
The Solo Journey: Life feels like a long, winding road. Even when the world is crowded, you realize that the hardest miles are the ones you have to walk by yourself.
