Maybe Tmrw

une vie à travers un objectif

admin — Sun, 22 Aug 2010 17:26:47 +0000

http://www.maybetmrw.com/paris

curiosity.

admin — Fri, 20 Aug 2010 20:34:32 +0000

From day dot I’ve always been an extremely curious and inquisitive boy. My parents (my father especially) almost shot me for the amount of questions I asked. The curiosity never stopped, from my days getting lost in my backyard in Tasmania, traversing the globe searching something different to what i knew, trying to find who I was, chasing a girl or trying to get the best photo…. whatever it was… i’ve always been curious as to what is out there.

This has never been more evident than my recent trip along the Adriatic coast.

Now i hate tourists although I’m often a tourist, i don’t act like one.
I endeavour to learn at least the polite words in the native language, and treat the locals with the same respect that we would treat people in Australia.

NOW. There is an exception to that rule. Their children. Tourist’s children are some of the most interesting people to watch. Especially when they are seeing a foreign culture. To watch their eyes go wide open, you can almost hear their little brains ticking over. The millions of questions all banking up. It’s pretty amazing. It’s like if you have ever watched a kitten walk on grass for the first time, or do anything for the first time.

It’s one of life’s little things that makes me smile.

The other is Croatian Tomatoes. Frickin amazing.

Why have i been so quiet?

admin — Fri, 20 Aug 2010 17:34:01 +0000

So I’m in Paris… and between here and Croatia, I’ve taken 60gb worth of photos, for a few little projects I’m working on and for fun….
For a sneak peak… this is what is coming soon….

http://maybetmrw.com/paris … enjoy – niccyboy>

up up and away.

admin — Sun, 08 Aug 2010 01:36:46 +0000

Hong Kong airport… this is one airport with an identity crisis, it isn’t sure whether it wants to be an Asian airport or a western one, I think it needs to choose a direction and stick with it. Cheers for the wifi though.

If aliens ever landed and wanted to learn about emotions they just need to go to the international terminal of the closest airport.
It is an absolute smorgasbord or emotions, from sadness, anticipation, fear, and sheer joy.
It’s quite a strange feeling to be alone in an airport whilst all of these emotive outpourings are everywhere!
I’m very much looking forward to the next few weeks, make sure you watch the photoblog, as i will be shooting throughout Paris for the next 3 weeks.

“Reality isn’t the way you wish things to be, nor the way they appear to be, but the way they actually are”

admin — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 09:59:06 +0000

Reality was forced upon me in negative and positive ways recently.

The negative.
One of my areas of work deals in the realms of pretentiousness and synthetic relationships with people. When questioned, I have always brushed it off with the thought process, as long as you realise what each relationship is (business, real friendship, work friendship, “i want something” friendship, or “i want attention” friendship), act accordingly then no one get’s hurt. Once you know that the person is in that category, then it’s fine, you can protect yourself and it’s just business. Understanding the human mind makes this process much easier, I think nothing less of the person, we all do it. BUT when you get your analysis wrong, that isn’t good. I’ve got it wrong a number of times lately, from where i never expected it. Instead of letting it affect me I instead guarantee I won’t make those mistakes again.

The positive.
The positive however is that through seemingly negative changes that have happened to me over the last few months, i have learnt some AMAZING things about other relationships. I have had 4 very big parts of my life all leave in the last few months. All of which I hold very dear to me. I love them all dearly, albeit to different and varying degrees. These relationships could all have fizzled into nothing (apart from my family member), and even the goodbyes had this possibility in the air, making the goodbyes a little more difficult. But alas, it has proved to show that the feelings i had to all of these people was real, and has strengthened or been maintained.
All though i miss them all dearly. The wake of their departure has made my self efficacy improve by necessity, my desire, ambition and goal orientated existence is back.

This may seem stupid to some people and some people may not understand it. This is not through ignorance, but purely because of lack of exposure to this situation. Others will know exacccctllyyy what i’m talking about.

SO i’m ultimately extremely happy with the way these situations have panned out. I miss these people a lot.

To the people in the negative section, the positive is that I have realised….. twats.
To the other 4, love you all. I’m off to paris on Saturday and seeing at least 2 of them. x

Au revoir.

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admin — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 13:48:38 +0000

I’ve been down and I’m wondering why these little black clouds keep walking around with me.

hmm.

cows.

admin — Wed, 21 Jul 2010 21:58:32 +0000

Have you ever noticed that when a cow starts looking at you it stops chewing. Then slowly starts chewing again with really long exaggerated chews? I find it hilarious. I think they are doing on purpose. The crafty swines… err bovines.
Cows, and bulls in particular are one animal whose vocal noises do not match their physical appearance. That moo, must be heartbreaking for those massive horned muscular beasts…
Maybe thats why they just sit in a paddock and eat salad rather that taking over the world….
Yeah, thats why. Have a good Thursday.

damn Mackay.

admin — Wed, 21 Jul 2010 13:01:45 +0000

I return to Melbourne on Saturday from two weeks in Mackay.

I never want to see sugarcane again for a long time

I have flown over at least 1 million of these in the helicopters this last fortnight. I will now be ordering my coffee without sugar.
Although these pic’s are pretty.. click here

the air in mackay.

admin — Wed, 21 Jul 2010 13:01:10 +0000

Some photos from Mackay

a lonely beach.

lowtide.

waiting.

up to 80 coal ships wait patiently to be loaded in Mackay

sweet sugar.

the peg.

admin — Tue, 20 Jul 2010 12:43:47 +0000

Okay, this will be a familiar story for each and every one of you readers. Although the subject may change, essentially the central theme will somewhat be constant.
Tonight I wandered out of my humble little hotel room in Mackay (North QLD), and ventured out to do some laundry. The need was dire, considering I was somewhat unsupported beneath my trousers and due to these being skinny jeans, this could lead to damage. So I shuffled over to the laundromat, which just quietly, is NOTHING like the ones in the movies.
So I did my washing and threw it all in the dryer… EXCEPT one tshirt, a very special one that I didn’t want to be put through the rigours of the tumble dryer. So I pinched two pegs from the clothesline and wandered back to my room. Now SOMEHOW in the short distance between my front door and my bedroom, I lost a peg.
While this may not be an issue to most people, it was to me. I needed that peg. I chose that peg. I wanted THAT peg. So I looked for it. I looked for 2 hours. My hotel room is far from big. In-fact it is made up of two rooms. The fact I couldn’t find it, made me very annoyed. What had I done wrong to lose this peg. WHY did this higher power find it comical, to hide not both pegs, just ONE. I refused to go and get another, as I wanted that peg.

I must digress for fear of losing the reader at this point, but there is a point to this story.
I find it quite interesting about the human mind that we can find something that essentially may seem replaceable, not realise it’s worth, do something stupid and lose it…. then go to extremes to get it back. Sometimes, you have to give up and learn from it, other times if you do get that chance to get it back. Never let it go.

Ps. I found the peg in the morning. It fell in my camera bag.

(Whilst I have clearly written this little post and personified a peg, the statement is based on a material object and must be rewritten in your head if applying this to a person, I do not think of people as objects, but if I wrote it that way it wouldn’t make sense)