Merry Christmas and Happy new year!

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Merry Christmas and a Happy New year!

Been back for 3 weeks but work has plied on a bit so it will be some time before I can post any photos of my trip to Japan and South Korea – I haven’t even begun to scan in the photo, one of the bad points of film photography is not having ready to upload digital when needed. Then again I don’t earn a living from my photography.

May your stockings be full with presents and not coal and hope everyone enjoys themselves!

 

 

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Operation Rin – Return to Autumn.

Going to Japan again not for a full month though, I will be going to Seoul for the first time too.

For this trip, I will be bringing the following:

  1. Nikon F6 (For this trip I am basically using the same gear I did long time ago)
    1. Nikkor 17-35mm
    2. Nikkor 50mm
    3. Tamron SP90
  2. Fujifilm GF670

I’m keeping the gear line up as simple as possible.

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Mending shoes.

Stepping out of the bank after cashing in the cheque I ticked off another item off my “to-do” list. It was 6pm Monday and I had just left the office for the the bank to help pay for one of their orders.

Looked down at my shoes, I noted the tears and wears. Mind you – it was still good, but could use some fixing up. A cobbler had set up shop right next to the bank. With time to spare I paid a visit.

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Home is photographic hell

Every time I introduce being from Malaysia while vacationing these replies.

“Oh Malaysia! What a beautiful place! You must enjoy photographing there.”

“Wow! Love the tropic country!”

And all sort of other comments that it is a lovely place and must have a billion photos of it.

That is just the problem – I don’t.

I can barely motivate myself in Malaysia. Just lifting up the camera and shooting is a chore, the thought of going out and shooting for all my worth seems like an exercise in getting a root canal without anaesthetics. Just thinking about it gives me a headache AND a toothache!

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The weekends are mine to decide

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Many years ago working at a telecommunication company I learned to never tell anyone that you enjoy doing nothing on the weekends.

Because management took it as a sign to load ne with so much work that you would have to work on weekends so meet Monday deadlines. The reasoning, because you have nothing to do, can make you work on weekends.

But I needed to rest I pleaded with them, “you can rest after you are dead.” was their answer.

“Well then I’m going to hell because I quit!” I handed in my resignation and left. No wonder there was no permanent staff at this company and how they quickly hired anyone who applied right through the door.

Saturdays and Sundays are mine. What I do with them is none of your business. Even if I have nothing to do, it doesn’t mean you can load me with work and expect me to do work on it.

Although I am now busy on weekends, but it is on my own terms and not dictated by some middle management pinhead.

What I would take into the past…

One day while sitting at a cafe having breakfast, I overheard the topic next table over.

“What would I bring if I could travel into the past?”

An interesting question if I could get pass the first obvious one, “How would I even travel back in time?”

But for the argument’s safe, lets say I have mastered time travel backwards and returning to my own timeline at my leisure. The first thing I would bring are books of what is going to happen to the past and give it to either my younger self to exploit – and why not?. Or go back further in time with a camera to document history – we mustn’t change history now ? ­čśŤ

Do you know what they chose?

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Don’t turn your passion into a career

Take it from someone who did.

I regretted the decision – mostly

I loved working with computers and I still do, but when I made it into a career it went downhill from there. I supposed it might be because computer jobs in Malaysia are a total waste because of low pay and poor conditions.

The original idea for this article was to list down all the usual bullcrap in following your passion, but then I stumbled across this article that really captured what the pure undistilled meaning I wanted to convey.