Liew Min Jun from class 3/3. Currently sitted at the front row, unfortunately, beside Carmina.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
"A photograph never grows old. You and I change, people change all through the months and years, but a photograph always remains the same. How nice to look at a photograph of mother or father taken many years ago. You see them as you remember them. But as people live on, they change completely. That is why I think a photograph can be kind."
-Albert Einstein
It's only when things come so close to an end do we look back and wonder why we never appreciated them to the fullest. So, probably, just like everyone else on the last day of school, the last day of us being together in one class, I began to despise myself for not having been appreciative enough. For all that was worth, we snapped a photo, capturing the six of us, in a lightning instant, into a box.
Yes, perhaps it does speak a thousand words. However much words the picture may speak, though, it will never be enough to express the gratitude and love I hold for those sharing the limited space of the box with me. It will never be able to capture the experiences we have gone through together, over the last two years.
Of course, it is only a photograph, a representation of only the present, that very moment, and as Bernice Abott once said "Once photographed, the subject becomes part of the past", it is only the memory of it all that is left to keep it, still, seemingly, alive.
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