A teeny tiny highlight of my life in the city starts now:
I can't help myself. I always find myself reminiscing about the middle, not to mention the highlight, of my summer in the year 2011. It's become a past time and it's not healthy. Every time I look at pictures with my friends (none pictured) I just feel like crying. Every time I look at pictures of the food, I feel like eating it. Every time I look at pictures of scenery, I feel like going. Every single picture I took back in Hong Kong this summer has a greater meaning than any picture I have taken before. Each photograph has captured a memorable moment.
This is what I believe photojournalism/photoblogging is. And I am proud to have taken pictures that hold such great meaning but I must say it's somewhat of a bittersweet feeling.
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