reflections in the rain about a dream
Well, I’m about 3 months late, but rest assured, I still keep tabs on what I read. I’ve had my ups and downs last year, voraciously reading on my iPad for months on end, then falling into TV series for weeks before returning to books once again. In 2011, I read 85 books. I didn’t manage to read 100 in 2012, but I’ll try once again this year. Although, I’m onto a slow start. However, things are picking up again, and I hope to have at least 20-40 books read by midyear.
Many things changed for me in 2012: I’ve become tech bilingual, continued working with Apple devices, while still firmly using PC at home. I’ve become smarter about upgrading tech, ensuring the upgrade cycle doesn’t cost too much, while continuing to optimize my daily workflow so that I’m more productive each day…
Bradley Wiggins of Team SKY riding to success in Stage 9′s TT
It’s another year and another Tour de France. After some massive crashes, for no apparent reason, in Stage 6, a lot of favorites were out. The course itself wasn’t that hard, but nervous jitters were enough to send most of the peloton sprawling all over the roads.
The green Golla case for my iPad 2, Febphotoaday
My bathroom cabinet is actually outside the bathroom, Febphotoaday
Asics Sortie Marathon Duo Japan, Febphotoaday
The 6-year old PC desktop from which I do most of my work Febphotoaday
Photo I took over the weekend in Taichung, Febphotoaday
My clean, fountain pen handwriting Febphotoaday
One of the things that I disklike, go-go girls Febphotoaday
I dislike Go-go girls. I think that they disrupt the flow of an evening, but they are nice to look at. Whenever they appear on stage at a club, immediately most of the girls will leave the dance floor and they are replaced by men, who try to film, ogle and photograph them. Yesterday @ Show House, it was pretty bad. The girls, who were mostly Russian (someone mentioned that they were basically sex slaves), came right up to you, solicited money or drinks for lap dances, chatting, getting felt up, etc. They were also quite aggressive, which kind of put a damper on the vibe at the place. One of the DJs wasn’t that good either, so it just made it worse.
If I wanted to look at girls in bikinis dancing, I’d go to a strip club. I wasn’t. I was in a nightclub.
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