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.
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!
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.
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 ? 😛
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.
A few years ago I picked up a Nikon SB-30 for a spell on Ebay – a small useful flash for either my Nikon F6 or Nikon FM3A (the camera I paired it often with on outings).
Nikon SB-30 Small and light you would think little of it, using only 1 CR123A battery it proved me wrong by meeting all my flash needs while also offering many features only found in bigger and heavier flashes like the Nikon SB-800 and above like commander/slave, TTL, manual mode. The only things it lacked was faster recycle time and a flash test button -the most common feature on flashes – but not essential, how many of you actually use it
Bottom line if you can find one for cheap (I got mine for USD38 inclusive of shipping) then you have found a bargain. It fits nicely into small corner of any decent camera bag while packing features usually found on bigger models.
Nikon SB-27 I saw a great deal for a SB-27 and quickly snapped it up. From the photos I saw, I had thought the unit would be more or less be as compact just like the SB-30 – was I ever wrong.
When the package finally arrived it was bigger and heavier than the SB-30 teaching me an important lesson – nothing is ever what it seems on the Internet unless there is scale reference.
The the left, SB-27 while on the right, SB-30. The body cap is for reference.