chaka chaka

saw the slideshow on shyng’s blog and it is too cool. i’m a bit slow these days, forgive my old age and steadily-creeping senility. clouds!

not so perfect after all. but does that really stop you from coveting it? RM15,000 for a rangefinger, hmmm let me sell my car.

so i was fiddling around with my new toy, the instax mini 7s, trying to fulfil my “assignment” requirements – to shoot my dog (oreo) and my cat (peggy). oreo has some strange camera phobia, so much so that he shies away if you so much as make a snapping motion with your hands sans-camera.

my cousin was around playing ps3 with my brother and i was excitedly showing them the camera.

“look guys! polaroid!”

“what’s that?”

“… a camera that shoots instant photos.”

“wow! how many megapixels is it?”

geez, do kids these days know nothing?

people have been asking me good places to buy/process film.

i’ve not processed anywhere else other than a few shops at mid valley megamall and pp foto shop (usj 2).

i do not recommend the mid valley fellas at all. don’t know how or who actually does the processing, but nothing nice has ever come out of the rolls i’ve sent.

pp foto is great for the price and service, but was not too fond of the scanning they did for my cross-processed photos (E6 to C41).

don’t think, just film did a nice compilation/database of shops that sell and process film.

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i must tell ya, comment spam these days has gotten sooooooo ass-kissy.

Are you a professional journalist? You write very well.

i’m flattered.

I liked it. So much useful material. I read with great interest.

and finally,

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stalker spambot!

alright, going to bed now.

saw this for sale on FilmCamera and was smitten without knowing it. mailed Mr IwantFILM last night. took a 40-minute train ride to the rear end of KL just now. and voila. brand-new (amazing!) yashica fx-3 super 2000 . have taken one shot of my allspark (yes, jooks, i have one as well) and the whirring mechanical shutter felt lovely.

the instax mini 7 is another gift. thank you! wheeeee~

in the future, i predict that my family will have to dig my rotting, days-old corpse out from under tonnes of stuff that might have been terribly useful one day.

this is how it all began.

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after a spontaneous hiatus (more of a passing zephyr of indifference rather than a calculated leave of absence) i have not one rambling soliloquy, but two! (if you can actually quantify those pesky nouns.)

i think there’s only so much you can push, threaten, lecture, plead, beg, bargain and beseech someone who isn’t interested in your help. methinks some individuals thrive on the mental anguish that comes hand-in-hand with those putrid-from-the-inside-out type relationships, while some of them imagine themselves “in love” and others probably enjoy the masochistic pleasures they derive from being ridiculed and belittled and trodden all over like a doormat. i figure there’s no point trying to figure out the how’s and why’s since it’s of no help at all. every reason they throw out seems to defy all known human logic.  just like there is no point lending an ear or trying to counsel those repeat offenders. you finally start wondering why you are expending so much time and energy fretting when they obviously don’t feel the same.  it all boils down to a combination of personal choice + waking the fuck up + reaching breaking point that will finally snap them the fuck out of the hell they’ve chosen to reside in.

who the fuck am i to have an opinion? well, i have lived through 4 years of it and while i’ve survived, i have no objective data to add to behavioural research findings. i have so much material, i could write a fucking thesis on it. but strangely enough, i have no answers.

so, fuck that shit. fuck it in the face. big girls can make their own damned decisions and all the WAO propaganda in the world will not make a damn difference. we can only cross our hearts and hope that it all turns out for the best.

then there’s that other more close-to-home incident which made me revisit my friendship protocols. JT  taught me indifference is (as a general rule) the best medicine. i’ve obviously not achieved his godlike status yet, but i’m learning. one success, in fact, is not replying pointless messages sent by so-called friends.

the rules are simple:

you walk out of my life abruptly, voluntarily, and without duress. the end.

you take advantage of my generousity/my love/my friendship. the end.

and lastly, largely inspired by today’s events, you make me 吃死猫. the end.

doesn’t seem that hard a rule set to follow, but apparently not many can. oh fucking well, right? too fucking bad. what-fucking-ever.

the *click* shop

don’t think, just film

filmcamera camerandfilm

project hullabaloo

i need film

cameracery check this fella’s camera equipment out, yo!

my head is spinning over which ones to get. have placed an order with dtjustfilms. hope they get back to me soon!