Lipstuck

I was hanging out with Kevin and Choon How at A&W One Utama, having root beer (because stock of RM1 beer for Oktoberfest was finished early). We sat nearer to the mall, where we could watch chicks pass. A familiar face passed by. Melissa Maureen!

I waved at her. She was going to get a drink at A&W and hang out there. She was with her friend, some chick who was vaguely familiar.

Who was that chick ah?” Kevin asked.
Melissa Maureen? From Pond’s Table For Two and Gol & Gincu?
Oh my God! I know her!” (Kevin jumped out of his seat and ran to catch up with her at the queue)

Yes, Kevin and Choon How have trouble remembering faces.

Turns out they used to know each other from 7-8 years ago, and she used to play bass for him!

Well, at least Melissa recognized me (though she didn’t recognize Kevin initially…)

Then it struck me why the other chick was vaguely familiar. She was in Gol & Gincu too! So when we left A&W we passed by their table. Kevin told Melissa about his band. Meanwhile, I asked the vaguely familiar chick, “Heyyy you were in Gol & Gincu right?

Yeah…
Uh… I remember you were in it, but I can’t remember who you played…

Yes, Albert says stupid insensitive things often. He just does not blog about it often enough.

As we went downstairs, Kevin asked who the vaguely familiar chick was. “Oh don’t worry, we can Google her.” We had a good laugh.

It was only hours later, at home, that I realized why I couldn’t match her to any of the many futsal-playing girls in the movie. She wasn’t the tomboy, no… she wasn’t the one with domestic problems, she wasn’t the one with a disapproving boyfriend, no… she was… uh…

She was the lead actress!

Yes, I believe Kevin and Choon How’s blurness is contagious.

Oh man. Now I wonder what they must’ve talked about when we left. “How can he not remember me? I’m the star! The cheerleader-turned-futsal player! I got the most screentime!

Nur Fazura, if you are reading this, I would like to apologize. I wish I did have real beer to be used as an excuse for my absent-mindedness.

P.S. Gol & Gincu was a recent Malaysian teenybopper movie that amazed me in many ways, because it took a American teenage movie and turned it Malaysian. The film quality was all there! The sound was good, the lighting was good and not some TV1 drama, Putri’s room was bright and IKEA-like, and product placement was everywhere! I was damn proud that there was a Malaysian movie reaching such commercial-looking standards. While Nur Fazura’s initially bimbo-ish character sounded unnatural, she picked up soon; however, Rafidah (of 3R) had horribly long mini-lecture sentences that made it sound like she wasn’t fluent in Malay.

Analog Meets Digital: Capturing Raydiation

I’ve been out shooting, with the coolest, most distracting discovery of my photography interests. Sure, I started viewing the world in “ooh this would look nice if I set my shutter speed to 4 seconds” or “ooh if I did a F/2.6 on this one and focused on that…” when I got my Canon Powershot A520, but this discovery had me hankering over hot tungsten lightbulbs and sunny days, much longer than uh, my previous hankerings.


But first, the cool stuff.


Infrared photography, baby!


Left: infrared, right: normal. Trees glow and reflect glorious IR from the sun.


A small Ikea table lamp provides enough IR for macro shots, like the following:


Up close, IR can see through leaves…


It can also see through certain types of ink, like this tabsheet, printed with a Canon bubblejet printer, and written on with a Kilometrico ballpoint pen. The infrared picture was superimposed on the normal one, and I erased away to show the with/without effects.

Using flash, you can also place the filter on the flash and the lens for an ‘infrared’ flash!


You can tell which shops use tungsten bulbs and which use flourescent lights. Nope, the apparently Ah-Bengified shops are not flourescent! (This picture was Photoshopped from two pictures; one infrared, the other not.)


Combining pictures in Photoshop can be quite fun.


This here, boys and girls, is the key ingredient. The blackened end of a 35mm film negative. The purple part is more easily found, with the dark brown part being the more powerful filter. It filters out normal light, leaving infrared rays to pass through to your digital camera. Digicam CCDs can pick up a certain amount of IR (as compared to film cameras) but have a lens element which is coated to remove IR rays, otherwise giving a IR tint to normal pictures. Some digicams and webcams have a separate lens element just for IR filtering, even! The amount of IR that passes through depends on the digicam.

The spots on the purple part were caused by rainwater. While it could not wash off the layer, it did leave temporary blemishes. You could however use fingernails to scratch off any of the parts to find the original transparent, colorless cellulose film.

In case you’re wondering, I found the film in my mom’s 20-year old stash of negatives. You may not find such amateurish film processing (the machines will replace them all!) and may end up with a smaller purple portion.


Film negatives become transparent in infrared!


Left: One layer of film negative; right: two layers. I usually stack four (that makes it really dark) so I’d have to compensate by slowing the shutter speed about 250 times, or making the aperture larger (to say F/2.6). The more layers, the less natural light and color shows. The best time to get glowing trees is in the bright sun, when you set your camera to Program mode, and it tells you the shutter speed should be 1/250 or faster. Both pictures are unedited!


Fazri‘s Canon Powershot A95 was less sensitive to infrared radiation but had sharper, much more focused pictures than mine! Here, he uses his swivel screen to prop his camera at an angle. He also folded the negative strip so it would provide four layers of filters, then used a wire to fasten the layers.

The second picture, if you noticed, had green globs; that was the sun’s effect. There is also a slight white spot in the middle, caused by: 1) negative layers being slightly curved and not flat 2) zooming in 3) having an aperture that is too small (F/7.1 or so).

To focus, first focus on the subject without the negative, then place the negatives, and if possible, make your focus slightly shorter. If you’re lazy you could just set it to infinity like I do.

Now for some math: If you were in the sun, taking a picture of a field, and the camera says it wants to use a shutter speed of 1/1000, you may have to slow it down to 1/4. Your digicam would obviously show you white, but heck – press the focus, and while your digicam does its automatic focusing, you would see a darkened picture (for a split second).

How do you make a dark brown/purple negative anyway? Just pull out an unused film roll and leave it in light for 5 seconds to overexpose it. Send it for processing only. (Unless you like staring at completely white photos.) Total cost? 10% of a proper, commercial IR filter.

Sia-sia Sue

Xiaxue lovers are dumb.

No wait, Xiaxue lovers are not dumb.

People who fall madly in love with her incisive, bitchy writing, then later hate her for the same reason, are dumb.

People who say they loved her and now hated her look dumb eating their words, too.

I find it so amusing that there are bloggers who stumble upon her site, immediately worship the ground she blogs on, then get majorly offended when she rants about something they like. Then they say sheοΏ½s the scum of the universe.

I like her for what she is, which is for the fact that she may someday hate something I like.

The point is not about what she dislikes; the point in reading her blog is in the way she (perhaps politically-incorrectly) describes it.

The fans are those people who’d like to think they’re different and rebellious (“you go girl, you tell it like it is!“) and relating to her (later they call her “young and immature”, forgetting why they relate so well to her). No, it’s not because they look hot post-Photoshop.

I don’t like Maddox’s stand on certain things, but does that mean I stop reading? No. I read because it’s his snarky, sharp delivery that’s good!

Think of your real-life friends. Say you met this really gossippy girl, and you both know this other infamous girl, and you go on trading stories. (Yes, guys gossip too.) Are you going to tell her your secrets?

I didn’t have to tell my her secrets, and already she was telling stories of me and this other infamous girl.

Say you met a hot chick, and you hit it on pretty well, and damn fast too, say under a week. Someone calls but she keeps rejecting. “I’m not your girlfriend, dammit!“, she says. You admire her ability to pay full attention to you.

One month later, she’s rejecting your calls. Duh.

Or, if you prefer guys (well hey, my readership varies):

Say you met this hot guy, and you hit it on pretty well, and damn fast too, say under a week. Someone calls but he keeps rejecting. “I’m not your boyfriend, dammit!“, he says. You admire his ability to pay full attention to you.

One month later, he’s rejecting your calls. Duh.

So am I saying that if you click on her link and feel an impulse to bookmark her, should you deny that twitch? No.

P.S. I hope this blog entry brings me millions of hits and free T-shirts oh, wait, I already have a wardrobe made of free T-shirts.

7AG

I got tagged by Jamie.

Seven things I plan to do before I die:
1) Get dreadlocks
2) Dye my hair
3) Buy a car with my own self-earned money
4) Make myself so gentlemanly and naturally unawkward, nobody will believe I wasn’t before
5) Get on an airplane (the only time I’ve ever been on one was when I was a baby)
6) Step outside of Malaysia (yes I’ve never been out of here)
7) Have an orgy with female models and Baywatch babes

Yes, the last one was quite unprobable; if fate let me do all seven, it could also kill me! So if I finally get on a plane and it’s hijacked by terrorists, I’d have an orgy first.

Seven things I could do:
1) I can solve the Rubik’s cube in under one minute
2) I can sing guitar solos ala Jack Black
3) Walk from KLCC to Bintang Walk and meet friends without repulsing them with sweaty hugs (or I just have very polite friends)
4) I can seem to do math in my head fast. Try me!
5) I can code an entire blog (my blog is entirely my own code!) Dude, I’m not using WordPress.
6) I can sleep on any form of public transport and wake up one stop before my destination. Sometimes it’s the stop after.
7) I can show up, punctual, most of the time, if I have stated the time

Seven Celebrity crushes:
1) Kristin Kreuk
2) Lindsay Lohan
3) Shu Qi
4) Eva Longoria
5) Amanda Griffin
6) Jojo Struys
7) Minishorts! (Sorry, I don’t have a crush on you, but this was the best way to get you in a meme without directly passing it on to you, and I know you hate being called a celebrity bwahahaha.)

Seven often repeated words:
1) Dammit (with arm swooshing)
2) Yo (at the end of a sentence; I got this from some Livejournal users, yo.)
3) Ma-chow-hai (I swear in Cantonese while frustrated working on the computer to make up for my inability to otherwise converse in Cantonese.)
4) Proxy server! (Yes, calling it at the office will make it work.)
5) Wassap
6) Dude!
7) Yeah man.

Seven physical traits I look for in my partner:
1) Balance! Size does not matter, as long as she looks like she is going to fall forwards or backwards
2) Matching attributes on a face (type A eyes on type A face, type B eyes on type B face, not type A eyes on type B face unless there we see that often enough. I don’t like one look in particular, like how guys can swoon over the curvy Mazda RX-8, the muscle-solid Ford Mustang or the sleek Chevy Corvette despite all looking very different.)
3) Sloping hips (the part between the small of the back and the butt, but this is not necessary)
4) An ability to vary between sizzling hot, pretty, sweet and cute. Then again how many girls you know have really bad fashion sense?
5) Mess-up-able hair
6) Eyebags no bigger than mine (I know only one who has anything worse)
7) Some uh, cheek

Seven tags go to:
1) Someone who could’ve been pouring beer (yeah who says you can’t tag back?)
2) The unlinkable cutie whose computer I last fixed and is now sadly on some island
3) The kickass rocker who helped me get a 4x4x4 Rubik’s Cube (I don’t know which blog to link to anymore!)
4) Someone who recently lost her privacy so I can’t name her
5) Tech (in appreciation for tagging me!)
6) Fazri (in appreciation for tagging me!)
7) Warmpaw (in appreciation for tagging me!)

Seven is a big number.

P.S. Here’s a picture to compliment all that text.

Top-left: A regular ASTRO remote control has not one, but two infra-red bulbs! The human eye is unable to pick up this, but modern-day digital cameras can, albeit they’d be less than red. I then did a 15 second exposure and drew the star on the top-right picture.

Below is the beloved Toastmaster (yes, it is really called that). It’s back in action baby!

Exposed In 15 Seconds

Much can be done in 15 seconds. All pictures were made with one shot, long exposure, meaning no Photoshop was used to combine pictures. No color adjustments were made either.


I searched in my soul in order and fought myself.


Now all I need is a green suit.


Are my eyes open or closed?


I placed the portable flourescent light under a pillow to give minimal lighting.

Yes, I’ve never blogged with pictures showing anything below my neck. Or so I remember.

A Toast!

I went down to the office cafeteria for breakfast, eager to make myself some toast, when I noticed that the familiar Toastmaster 3000 was gone! In its place was a regular two-slotted bread toaster.

The Toastmaster 3000 (yes I’m making the name up) was a wonder of technology and innovation. It had two dials; one for speed, the other for heat, measured in British Thermal Units (BTU). Ooo wow golly gee! It’s sophisticated because it doesn’t measure in Fahrenheit or Celsius! Someone out there knew what these knobs meant, and fiddled with them, but I… I was just happy to place the bread on the loading tray, that would load it onto a slow conveyor belt which would heat it using hot lamps and hot metal filaments underneath. It would then land on a tray underneath. Voila! Toasted bread, not much of a wait!

If it wasn’t toasted enough, I could load it in again!


(I wish I took a picture of it when it was still there. *sniff*)

Now, all that was left was a regular toaster, with just a dial knob for time. It was set at its maximum, 5 minutes. I didn’t know what time to set it to, so I placed two bread slices and waited for five minutes. Oh wait, I pressed down the loading mechanism to activate it, too. πŸ˜›

By probably the fourth minute, steam was coming out! It was like boiling water! Whoever was using it before me was probably trying to match the color of his/her toast with the color of his/her coffee.

The cafeteria dude understood, so he threw it away and let me try again.

I set it to two minutes. Just nice. One minute (the minimum) was alright, too.

I wonder though, who set it to five minutes before this. What would he/she do with it? It would make the perfect prank for people who don’t fiddle with knobs. Hmmm.

AutoPASM

I have a new toy, oh boy, oh boy! The Canon Powershot A520, one of the smallest, cheapest cameras with full manual control, meaning shutter priority mode (for freeze frame and slowmo effects), aperture priority mode (for focusing and blurring everything else) and manual focus. I found out about the new manual-controllable Casio Exilims a bit too late. πŸ™


I can now use a small aperture to get the same effect in horror movies, where the victim is in focus, while the murderer looms behind. The camera then focuses on the murderer (and his weapon) with the victim out of focus.


Flash with long exposure makes for a very trippy Bobby enjoying the famed Hartamas Square “nine inches of love” Texan hot dog.


Smoke comes out from this temple. Guess what this is!


Guess where this was taken!


Sure you can take a picture of a moving fan with flash, but what about without flash?

This was done with 1/100 second shutter speed, aperture of F2.6, ISO200 and most importantly, a fan speed of 1. πŸ˜›


There was a fly. It was perched outside my window, watching every single thing I was doing.

I flashed it.

It didn’t move.

I used manual focus to blur out the light, and macro flash to flash only the fly and not the ceiling. Interestingly, the ceiling is actually white!

P.S. This is better than smashpOp‘s attempt; when he zoomed 12x with his Panasonic FZ-5, the camera couldn’t focus on the fly… and it went off focus until it disappeared completely from the view! Since he didn’t have manual focus he couldn’t get a clear shot of it. πŸ˜›

Finally, the coolest:


Fazri was in white so he was the perfect subject (I was wearing black). This was a 10 second exposure, with Fazri shifting positions every 3 seconds. To get this effect, you should shoot in a place with a dark background, with a bright light on the subject. You may just catch us reenacting The Matrix in KLCC Park on his blog.

Odd Hours

I have discovered that even when sleeping a solid 9 hours, I’d still feel sleepy the next morning. Why?

I don’t know if it’s biorhythm, but sleeping even at 4am I’d still feel alright the next day. I’d have to wake up at 6am, giving only 2 hours of sleep. Or maybe it was too short a time to sleep and then feel sleep-deprived. Sleeping at 3am however made me feel shitty; 1am too, but not 2am for some reason. Heck, 11pm wasn’t right either.

I then realized that, quite simply, sleeping at odd hours would give me that sleep-deprived feeling. Sleep at 10pm, 12 midnight, 2am or 4am, and everything would be alright, for some strange reason.

The Internet is too slow for me to research what sleep does to your biological clock, so for now I’ll just claim that what I say is the ultimate truth, and all of you should sleep at 10pm.

Isn’t that the wonder of blogging? This is like an article but without any basis in research.

Waking Up To October

What: HITZ.TV Street Party
When: 1st October 2005, 3pm till midnight
Where: Berjaya Times Square driveway
How much: It’s outside so it’s gotta be free
Who: Dragon Red, Admonition, Media Puppets, Doul, Dyana, James Baum, Deja Voodoo Spells, Twilight Action Girl, Edge Of Fire, Estranged, Special Force Dator, CD Naz, Throne Away, KL Embassy, DJ Ken & DJ Kidd, Love Me Butch, Siarra, Evolution & Azlif AF3, Vince, Frequency Cannon, Gerhana Ska Cinta, Curtis Blues Review, K-Town Clan, Bau, Ahli Fiqir, One Buck Short, Teh Tarik Crew, Disagree, Lo, Syko-G + Glow shufflers

You bet I’ll be going, and to survey the price of the Canon Powershot A520. Why that? It’s the smallest manual-control camera (the upcoming 7.1 megapixel A620 is the size of the A95 as it uses 4 AA batteries) and it uses 2 AA batteries and SD card. I could also get the nifty wireless flash, the HF-DC1, for better-lighted shots.

What: Doppelganger open mike/open stage
When: 2nd October 2005
Where: La Bodega KL, 31 Tengkat Tong Shin, Kuala Lumpur
How much: Free admission from 7:30pm till 11pm
Who: Jasemaine Gan, featuring Ady, Faiey, Jaz

If I’m not done looking for camera prices I’ll head over to Bintang Walk on Sunday again.

Purr Chasers


So I’ve bought quite a few things that some people might consider a waste of money, but I need it to preserve my geek sanity.

I got The Book Of Bunny Suicides and its sequel! There are, of course, many strips not shown in the online version, plus I got it for the novelty factor.

Then there’s the Su Doku For Dummies puzzle book; I chose this book because it had 240 puzzles, more than any other book of the same price. I reckon that if I had time to make a possibility-eliminating program I could make a solver.

There’s also Rock The World V the Video CD, to reminisce on the biggest Rock The World in Malaysia.

Oh and Queen – Greatest Hits I, II & III Platinum Collection, for some falsetto-inducing rocking.

The four Rubik’s Cubes on top have been featured here before, but wait, what’s that in the bottom-left corner?


Yes Kamigoroshi, eat your heart out. The 5x5x5 Professor’s Cube. (Yes I know there’s a Kinokuniya bag in the background; that’s not where I got it though. It provided better camouflage than a transparent plastic bag on the train.)


These beauties don’t come cheap (RM185, sucka) so please don’t tear any of the stickers when I’m not looking. I ordered it from a helpful toy shop in Endah Parade, who imported this, and it was the last stock. I didn’t expect the aunty to get the 5x5x5; (she asked big or small, I said both!) She didn’t manage to get the original 3x3x3 but hey! I’m not complaining of this pleasant surprise after waiting many months.

Yes, I will be excessively violent if you tear/smudge/break this cube. Heck, the same goes for my 3x3x3 cubes. It’s already hard enough to find a good imitation 3x3x3 that is smooth and not too loose.


Doing the first three layers are easy; the fourth layer edges were tricky, but I didn’t use any new moves. In theory, the old techniques could work to complete the cube (albeit very tediously), if you imagined 5 layers as 3, in groups of 1, 3, 1 or 2, 1, 2.

And you thought geeks only stare at computers and do trigonometry to make solar death rays.