Of Frankfurt in October
Fall.
When the warmth of summer is all but a fleeting moment and there's a certain chill in the air.
Fall.
When the forest is ablazed with flaming reds and yellows, and some part is gleaming with silvery tips.
Fall.
When I chase away the autumn cold with a cup of coffee liqueur in the company of a warm-hearted soul and chat the blues away.
When the warmth of summer is all but a fleeting moment and there's a certain chill in the air.
Fall.
When the forest is ablazed with flaming reds and yellows, and some part is gleaming with silvery tips.
Fall.
When I chase away the autumn cold with a cup of coffee liqueur in the company of a warm-hearted soul and chat the blues away.
I'm Sick
I'm sick of working with lazy Indian crews who basically do nothing but a waste to space and oxygen. I'm sick of crews who pretend they know everything but inserted 4 compendiums in a 2-seater. I'm sick of sucking up to gay CSD who acts like bitch on Prozac just so that I don't get hell in a 7 hours flight. I'm sick of being moved around like a pawn in a chess game just because some people do things in their favour and decide I should suffer instead. I'm sick of flight deck who gets all worked up when a Muslim converts to Christian and proceeds to proclaim later on "ex-Soviet countries girls are easy".
I'm sick, sick, sick.
I'm sick, sick, sick.
Of An Old Kind of Bird
Goodies from Shanghai.
Shanghai Seagull TLR 41A
And lots of cheap Lucky B&W 120 and 135 films. And a set of Holga colour filters with filter holder.
Now excuse me while I go burn some films.
Shanghai Seagull TLR 41AAnd lots of cheap Lucky B&W 120 and 135 films. And a set of Holga colour filters with filter holder.
Now excuse me while I go burn some films.
Of Spread Your Wings and Fly
Oh la la, I want one of these babies. I need one. Now.
Maiko, you MUST get hold of the orange baby when you're back in Japan.
Blackbird, Fly
Maiko, you MUST get hold of the orange baby when you're back in Japan.
Blackbird, FlyBlackbird, fly to momma.
Of Hit and Miss
Got back the 2 rolls of film on my Holga and made the costliest mistake - the shutter switch was at Bulb position all the time. I remembered setting it to Normal, so I guess it accidentally got pushed to Bulb. I finished almost 2 rolls before I realized the mistake, hence most of the photos came out blurry! The guy at the photo lab must be chuckling when he saw the photos. And each photo costs roughly RM 4, from the cost of the film to have it developed, scanned and printed. Ouch.
The last few photos that came out OK after I realized my mistake (not colour corrected or edited by PS whatsoever).
Taken in Manhattan - I love how the flag pops out from the shot
Taken in Bleecker Street
Alice in Wonderland - Taken in Yau Ma Tei, not sure those are light leaks
or the effect of subjecting the film to too much X-ray scan
And only a noob like me could have produced something like this.
The last few photos that came out OK after I realized my mistake (not colour corrected or edited by PS whatsoever).
Taken in Manhattan - I love how the flag pops out from the shot
Taken in Bleecker Street
Alice in Wonderland - Taken in Yau Ma Tei, not sure those are light leaksor the effect of subjecting the film to too much X-ray scan
And sample of the super blurry shots (tape that switch to N position,dammit).
And only a noob like me could have produced something like this.
Of Never Forgetting
No, I will not forget about the war. And I will never forget the kindness and hospitality of the Bosnian people. The small alleyways peaking around the corners in Bascarsija. The picturesque countryside with tall columns supporting the railway. The tooth-achingly sweet Bosnian baklava.
And the climb uphill to the apartment where I was staying in Bistrik (always after a full meal, bloody hard work).
No, I won't forget.
Of 5° 31' 1" North of the Equator, 100° 24' 0" East of the Prime Meridian
All eyes will be on Permatang Pauh today. The people of Permatang Pauh will dictate the course of direction of Malaysia in the coming years, that of a "rich government for rich people" or to take an unknown path towards a reformed political governance.
For the first choice, we are fucked. The second one, it's 50-50, but if we could let BN fuck us up for 50 years, suddenly the second choice seems as appealing as free baked beans for life! (Okok, maybe not baked beans, I use baked beans as an example as I heart baked beans).
So good people of Permatang Pauh, bear in mind that your votes are not only for yourself, but the whole fate of the nation lies in your votes.
Update: DSAI won the Permatang Pauh by-election with a landslide majority of 15,671 votes.
Selamat Hari Merdeka, peeps. Have a good holiday on my behalf, Princess here has to work.
For the first choice, we are fucked. The second one, it's 50-50, but if we could let BN fuck us up for 50 years, suddenly the second choice seems as appealing as free baked beans for life! (Okok, maybe not baked beans, I use baked beans as an example as I heart baked beans).
So good people of Permatang Pauh, bear in mind that your votes are not only for yourself, but the whole fate of the nation lies in your votes.
Update: DSAI won the Permatang Pauh by-election with a landslide majority of 15,671 votes.
Selamat Hari Merdeka, peeps. Have a good holiday on my behalf, Princess here has to work.
Of Nanananana.....
For the first time in my life (varsity life not counted), I actually have 3,4 books lying around waiting to be read. I'm as busy as can be, plus more. Was struggling to finish Harumi Murakami's After Dark (it's a thin volume by the way) even after a few sittings and as a result, kinda lost the surreal feeling normally associated with his writing. Sorry, Abang Murakami.
Went back to Melaka to see my Nana two weeks ago. His eye was still stitched up then. Where last time a yellowish-green eye used to be, now sits a thin scar deeming him forever unable to open his left eyelid. Oh well, one less evil stare to contend with (if you have an iguana, you'd know what I mean).
I must thank Mama and Papa Tju for the hassle of finding a reptile vet (It's totally non-existent in Melaka, save for the nice lady vet, Dr. Cindy from Zoo Melaka). And also the numerous trips to UVH Serdang (I don't think my parents ever ventured driving beyond Nilai). Special thanks also to Dr. Nor from UVH for taking care of my Nana. She even went to pasar malam to buy fruits and vege for him. Unlike the stupid male vet from Klinik Haiwan Valley who couldn't wait to get rid of my Nana when I first brought him for consultation.
Dr. Cindy removed the stitches from his eye few days back, and Nana temporarily lives in the house. Mama Tju will bring him to the bathroom and he will automatically poop. He used to be toilet-trained when he was living indoor for a few years (but sometimes he would get naughty and pooped in the upper bunk of the double decker). And he's eating normally again, but only if Mama Tju hand feeds him. Lazy bum.
At the end of the day, even though he does not wag his tail like a friendly dog (his tail serves more useful purpose like lashing out at enemy, thank you very much), does not come running manja-ing like a kitten, we know he DOES recognize us and reciprocates in his own special ways.
Just steer clear when he gives the evil stare.
Went back to Melaka to see my Nana two weeks ago. His eye was still stitched up then. Where last time a yellowish-green eye used to be, now sits a thin scar deeming him forever unable to open his left eyelid. Oh well, one less evil stare to contend with (if you have an iguana, you'd know what I mean).
I must thank Mama and Papa Tju for the hassle of finding a reptile vet (It's totally non-existent in Melaka, save for the nice lady vet, Dr. Cindy from Zoo Melaka). And also the numerous trips to UVH Serdang (I don't think my parents ever ventured driving beyond Nilai). Special thanks also to Dr. Nor from UVH for taking care of my Nana. She even went to pasar malam to buy fruits and vege for him. Unlike the stupid male vet from Klinik Haiwan Valley who couldn't wait to get rid of my Nana when I first brought him for consultation.
Dr. Cindy removed the stitches from his eye few days back, and Nana temporarily lives in the house. Mama Tju will bring him to the bathroom and he will automatically poop. He used to be toilet-trained when he was living indoor for a few years (but sometimes he would get naughty and pooped in the upper bunk of the double decker). And he's eating normally again, but only if Mama Tju hand feeds him. Lazy bum.
At the end of the day, even though he does not wag his tail like a friendly dog (his tail serves more useful purpose like lashing out at enemy, thank you very much), does not come running manja-ing like a kitten, we know he DOES recognize us and reciprocates in his own special ways.
Just steer clear when he gives the evil stare.
Of God Loves Nana Indeed
My Nana underwent eye enucleation in UVH at 6pm today. The vet said he's recovering well from surgery.
I'm so fucking relieved.
I'm so fucking relieved.
