What about prezzies? Nah, I’m way too old for that now. I buy my own present and it’s a bicycle.  The irony is, it was that same darn bike that aggravated my back in the first place when I tried to transport it back to my home. It was also one of my new year resolutions, to pick up cycling again after more than 15 years and go healthy. Now, the new shiny bike is sitting idly in my garage and I’m not in a position to ride it.  (-__-)”

My god, I feel like I’m 70 years old now with a crooked back. Going to see a physiotherapy this arvo. Hope he’ll somehow ease up the muscle cramps/tensions so I can drive safely home and get myself a good night’s sleep.

Some of many reasons to do so:

• I can save up my annual leave for something else better since going out for holidays during these crazy peak seasons ain’t worth it.
• I can concentrate on my work without a hint of disturbance/ distraction from my fellow colleagues. Well if I’m really that good, I wouldn’t be blogging right now -___-”
• I own the office for a short time!
• I can blast my music loud and whenever I want.
• I can practically stripped naked and do silly walks in the office without anyone seeing me.

Okay, the last reason is just a figure of speech. Not that I actually did it.

Enough time wasted to think what to write next. Back to work.

I celebrated my New Year on a plane, returning from my two weeks holiday break. The year 2012 greeted me with a very hot summer. It has been high 30s for the past couple of days (yesterday was hitting 40) in Melbourne. My car was heated up like a microwave and the steering wheel is scorching hot. Not funny at all.

As it has been predicted by the ancient Mayans, 2012 is the year where the world is going end. Let’s see how it goes.

I’ve seen a fair few of branding on eggs but during my photoshoot at a commercial kitchen last week, I found some with a happy face on it. After staring at the adorable smiling oval little fella, you don’t feel like breaking them up huh?

P.S Of course the chef we worked with didn’t share the same sentiment and turned them into a cake.

p.s. Flickr resizes all my shots to fit a 1024 resolution since I’m using the standard free account.

FPS gamer + photography + tiring day = pyscho mode

Secondly, jail breaking was part of my first priority. Again, iPad 2 is not breakable as of now so it’s a dead weight for me if I chose to buy it now. And thirdly, the apps and my goal of using the iPad does not require the brand new iPad 2′s double camera function nor the raw power of the new processor nor the boasting thinner size.

Having said that, I’ve not fallen to the dark side yet though I’ve tasted a fair share of Apple products (iPhone is not in my wish list, ok). I must say jail breaking an iPad is almost idiot proof. I don’t think anything can go wrong badly, like bricking an Android mobile phone when rooting it.

p.s I’m writing this post via the iOS’s WordPress app. Obviously took a bit of effort to write a long post but I must admit they did a good job with the touch keyboard/pad.

Found a rupiah note in a Kopiko packet this morning. Lucky me. As of today, 5000 rupiah is around AUD$0.20

Update: When I got back home, I found out my kitchen  and living room were fully condensed. Wet floors and dampy atmosphere. All thanks the humidity and wet weather. Let’s hope the mould won’t enter into the picture soon.

(Source: News.com.au)

It has been pretty warm, humid and wet for the past few days in Melbourne. Rain has been threatening Melbourne for days and I feel it’s more and more tropical here. Blame the global warming, they say. 

On the other hand, Queensland was hit pretty badly and the flood had swallowed a number of suburbs. [News.com.au] [Brisbane Times]

Every Christmas week, I’ve never bothered to celebrate nor going out for a shopping spree on Boxing day. Heck, all my years in Melbourne I never thought of going out and fighting for my life to grab a parking space or pushing through the rowdy crowd in a tiny space retail shop. But here I am, in Chadstone Shopping Centre.

For the first time I can see throngs of people walking or running in and out of each retail shop, hoping to find a bargain. Good thing I’m not a fancy shopper.

My stomach is growling now. I didn’t have a single meal since this morning and my girlfriend (she’s the opposite of me, a bargain shopper) is still enjoying herself in her few favourite shops.

I should have brought along a book to read. Actually I’m kind of regretting for not buying a Nintendo DS to kill time especially during these periods.

I’ve always wanted to have a go at the snow mountains and I’ve been pondering about it for years but I couldn’t find the opportunity nor the company to go with. Last month, my mate from Perth suggested that we should take a trip to Mt Buller when his wife and himself drop by to Melbourne for a  little R & R. And I thought, “why not”? On the eve of the trip, I went off to some ski shops near my home with my sister to rent the ski equipment and waterproof clothing. It ain’t cheap but it’s better than buying my own $500 ski jacket and pants.

Mt Buller is about 3 hours plus from the city of Melbourne. We started the journey at 4am and rode all the way through the country side, admiring the breathtaking morning dawn. We knew we’ve reached Mt Buller when we saw traces of snow along the elevated and winding road. Woohoo!

The weather was sunny and according to my mate, there was lesser people than the last time he came. That was a good, good day to enjoy ski-ing.

I’m a first timer (a la noob); I absolutely know nothing about the techniques nor the basic moves of ski-ing. Everyone suggested a ski lesson (at least an hour’s worth) and being a cheapskate, I’ve decided to rely on my mate and my beloved sister to guide me away from snowballing down the moutain. On the first two runs, I ski’d backward, crashed and burned froze while struggling to learn snowploughing and avoiding the people around me at the same time. On the third run, I’ve made it!  Time to go steeper and higher (and crash harder, faster)

When we returned to Melbourne, we had a nice, steamy spicy meal to warm back up our tired bodies. The next day, my mate and his lovely wife left for Perth.

Thanks to Alfred Low (My Thoughts Inexactly) for the photos via his brand new iPhone 4.

What set them unique is they orchestrate a fusion of modern and traditional beats/music/score along with well choreographed dances and moves, not to mention the rippling muscles plus the sweat too. I sat on the second row from the front but thank goodness I wasn’t hit by the rain of sweat. XD

I had myself a nice lamb rump and at the end of the lunch, the big boss said if the power was still out, we could call it the day. Excitingly we headed back to office and when we were about to get into our respective cars…*pop* the power came back on! 

We were so close! If we’d cut our chat 5 minutes short and left, we could’ve escaped from the claws of the big boss.

Alas, back to work, yer dweebs.

Fog + Low visiblity + Morning rush hour = Trapped-driver-with-two-hands-free-to-take-a-photo

P.S. How I wish my office route was on the other side of the road.

I was wrong.

The staff that served me shattered my imagination. He was seated behind the glass wall and for the sake of security, conversations where done via the mic/speaker and a small slit hole to pass documents. I digressed. Let’s get to the point.

He looked like a typical asian movie gangster; dark skinned, wearing a thick chain necklace, semi tight ’business’ shirt with exposed chest and crew cut hair. When I approached him, he almost like he wanna pounce on me and whack me good. I guess there is a reason why the glass wall is installed.

(Source)

That fried my thumb drive, extra crispy.

Apparently my colleague accidentally plugged the USB front ports to a firewire connector (he was aware of it when he was reading the manual but totally forgotten about it during the assembly).

May u in the year of the ox be spared throdding on cowdung and hit with bull***t and have the wisdom to discern which is which

Thank you… I think.