Discovered the joys of editing photos in photoshop.... These are just some of the shots I've been editing, they're not perfect, but they're what I saw on my travels.
30.9.11
8.9.11
Changes
September already. Incredible isn't it?
In 2010, September was signalling the end of an era and there were times when everything felt mucked up, messy and nerves were all that were present.
What's truly odd is when I see people from high school now......most of them whom I've not seen since graduation. I feel like they're people I don't know anymore and what's weirder is that I used to see them all the time at school, perhaps even say a hello or two and engage in small talk. And those whom I never see at all but only through photos on facebook and all the like...well, their familiar faces have turned into stranger's faces. I guess time does get you down a bit and the rapid progression of this year has really shifted things.
Sometimes I do think about school when I look back at photos. What I truly miss are those small little times that go unappreciated but once you're out of schooling, you'll never have them again. Like how we stood in front of the drama shed, waiting for our names to be marked off then boarding the bus. Like how we thought we were such adults for making it to year 12 but little did we know that we were still exceptionally naive (and still naive to this very day).
Normality has changed even more. As much as I wish to see my high school friends everyday, it's now my uni friends whom I see everyday. Nothing wrong with that, but that has actually become the norm. 'How much have I changed in high school?', I ask myself. And the answer is ... quite a bit. High school was a rite of passage but through uni, I think I am discovering and finding new things about myself.
And I remember thinking a few weeks ago....that now really feels like 2011. The sentimental side of me keeps me in 2010 for the first half of the year where I lament over everything good that had happened in the last year. But upon a series of thinking and just reflecting, I feel like I can ultimately let those memories rest and linger inside a space in my cerebral cortex which I have closed off. Maybe I'll let these memories flow in sometimes but they're only the past and there's nothing I can do to either change or experience these again.
2011 has been good, despite my complaining. Here's to hoping that I live in 2011 and not travel back to 2010 for the rest of the year.
In 2010, September was signalling the end of an era and there were times when everything felt mucked up, messy and nerves were all that were present.
What's truly odd is when I see people from high school now......most of them whom I've not seen since graduation. I feel like they're people I don't know anymore and what's weirder is that I used to see them all the time at school, perhaps even say a hello or two and engage in small talk. And those whom I never see at all but only through photos on facebook and all the like...well, their familiar faces have turned into stranger's faces. I guess time does get you down a bit and the rapid progression of this year has really shifted things.
Sometimes I do think about school when I look back at photos. What I truly miss are those small little times that go unappreciated but once you're out of schooling, you'll never have them again. Like how we stood in front of the drama shed, waiting for our names to be marked off then boarding the bus. Like how we thought we were such adults for making it to year 12 but little did we know that we were still exceptionally naive (and still naive to this very day).
Normality has changed even more. As much as I wish to see my high school friends everyday, it's now my uni friends whom I see everyday. Nothing wrong with that, but that has actually become the norm. 'How much have I changed in high school?', I ask myself. And the answer is ... quite a bit. High school was a rite of passage but through uni, I think I am discovering and finding new things about myself.
And I remember thinking a few weeks ago....that now really feels like 2011. The sentimental side of me keeps me in 2010 for the first half of the year where I lament over everything good that had happened in the last year. But upon a series of thinking and just reflecting, I feel like I can ultimately let those memories rest and linger inside a space in my cerebral cortex which I have closed off. Maybe I'll let these memories flow in sometimes but they're only the past and there's nothing I can do to either change or experience these again.
2011 has been good, despite my complaining. Here's to hoping that I live in 2011 and not travel back to 2010 for the rest of the year.
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