Last night I saw this dude on the telly called Romeo who was about 3ft high. It was pretty eye opening, the ironic thing is that Romeo was ripped! For such a little guy I was truly impressed. These salads I been makin' lately has got to a stage where I don't think I can improve them anymore... I reckon Romeo got ripped eating salads and stuff.

Fresh from the farm... This laddie has had prolly the best life a cockrel could have had. He's still around, but who knows for how long.

Was cycling across the bridge in the park and seen a duck. It seems quite happy, not sure what kind of duck, but someone will surely know.

Well this is interesting... I bought a pushbike from Kmart and noticed on the receipt an adjustment of 0.1c... In other words, they skinned me a cent while i wasn't looking. Piece of advice, if you ever buy anything from a KMART in a place called St Lukes shopping centre, Mount Eden Auckland, watch everything like a hawk ;) Stuff on the shelves is deceivingly placed with respect to pricing and sometimes you will see stuff on the shelf that you innocently purchase, only to get home and find bits missing and a sticker on the backside of the product that says that bits are missing and therefore the item should be reduced price... Make no mistake, they are educated thieves. I did note, that most of the staff there were not Kiwi or Mauri but from other countries, beware.

OK the other stuff is local pics of Auckland. A nice rugby pitch near here with a decent bikepath round it. The monuments are in that park too, one most notable for Keith Hay who was the mayor who died in 1997. I read his bio with much amazement, seems he never advanced his education to degree level, just simply left school at 6th grade to chap in fenceposts for a local judge, the rest is history... Here -> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keith_Hay
There was other stones too, something about a guy who ran 12 miles in an hour and got a medal or something.

Well, after a lot of walking around, I was beginning to get pissed off, with how constraining it is, so basically bought a pushbike. This bike was from KMART and was $120 which I thought was pretty good, but you had to build it yourself... Had to get that helmet, really not a fan of those boring racer-boy lids that look like startreck material... Gonna use this.

Today, i went down to the shops and was thinking about a conversation that i had with a dude here. Since NZ is part of the commonwealth, it has all the bells & whistles of our advanced economic systems, per se, the commonly known levy, called Tax. From what I gather by reading various graphs and pie charts available on several websites, the Tax here is around 12.5%, but I don't know if this is correct. Basically I was informed that rates here are in general around $1500 all in, per year. Now, when you're working, your wages will likely be taxed too, but don't worry, this type of tax is know as jungle tax. The idea is that by taking some peanuts from the monkeys, the entire animal kingdom can live happily ever after.

After some quick negotiation with the landlady, I was provided with this device called an "insect bomb." Basically the idea is that you let it off, then vacate the room while the poison kills all insects. I think it has worked, but time will tell. While I had a spare few hours to use, I thought to perhaps go for a walk to the shop and purchase some nail sciccors, because the ones I had in my luggage were confiscated at customs in Australia in case I stabbed the captain to death while onboard. The crap they put you through... Anyways, sure the shop had 'em but they were like $7 and I felt that the pecuniary level was too high for such a readily available item and walked away. For now, a simple method of biting, and then filing the rough edges off, will have to do.
For the record, there was some amazing adverts at the local "foodstore." Some young lad seemed eager to get employment, with the bold statements "WILL DO ANYTHING FOR MONEY" slapped across one of them postcard sized labels in the display. It's refreshing to see, such willingness to re-enter the jobmarket. Quite impressing, I thought. There really wasn't any point taking photos at this stage, as frankly, it's nothing you ain't seem before. One thing I have really came to realise quickly, is that Auckland is not painting a true picture of what New Zealand is really about. Of course there are businesses here and all the multi-racial labour forces, but this is just business and that's the end of it. Soon, I am heading for Coromandel for a look, who knows, I may just disappear...