Final Update II
Final Update II
Listening to Olivia Newton-John - Let Me Be There
I don't think anyone lands on this blog anymore. The 20 or so odd people that add to the counter on a daily basis come in on the basis of the strangest of search referrals. Post ORD for the last month has been good. I still keep the strangest waking-sleeping cycle hours ever. Not that I don't mind. I enjoy the night time greatly. I've been sharing alot more thoughts of a different kind on my LJ. Its pretty good and I enjoy the anonymity of it all. Perhaps I might just drop by this blog once in a month or so and just add an update or a funny story or something. So its like this half-blogicide or something.
In terms of pictures. Not much has gone on. Its like I've literally stopped taking pictures for a long time. Like I've really quit, save the occasional moment when someone passes me a point and shoot to do a group shot. Well, this also has something to do with the fact that my camera is spoilt. By no less than the brother. He managed to let my camera exhibit the "Green Blinking Light of Death" after trying to act all pro by using it for a photoshoot with his friends.
I think about the up and coming rugby match that I know will see the same two schools in the finals. Sadly, I won't have any thing close to a strong telephoto, or a power zoom to take to the match to do the sports photography. I wonder if there's any chance if anyone reading this post can lend me, for a day or two. A Nikkor AF-S 70-200 VR f/2.8 ED IF. Else the AF-S 80-200mm f/2.8 ED IF lens. I need either one of them with a good f-stop of 2.8 to be able to get some decent sports photography images from the match. AF-S motor is preferred for the lightning-fast autofocus as well as smoother tracking on a camera like mine is much slower autofocus. Other than that, I actually don't out much hope and will look like the greatest jerk on the field bringing a 50mm lens to the game. What else can I say?
Of course. If someone can get me an AF-S 300mm f/4, I'd be very happy as well. I'd trade the lost of that one f-stop for the sake of an extra 100mm. Given that the lighting conditions is good. A 300mm f/2.8 AF-S II would be highly ideal. Perhaps a dream. I just put it down here since its something I just want to get off my chest. Perhaps that will be the last thing I will ever photograph. So there really isn't any point in buying another camera lens just for the sake of one match. Besides, I don't have the connections to borrow any lens. So what can I say but put it on this blog post? No one really read this blog anyway, so I guess that its pretty ok. =)
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One fine day, when it was just after recess. My whole class in the most nonsense college in the country was having a semblance of a GP lesson. Our GP teacher was also our form teacher, so in that sense, she had quite a great deal of administrative issues to sort out with. Notably, things associated with the Fun-O-Rama. The XVI one at that. It was pretty good at that time since our form teacher was so much better than the form teacher we had the previous year. *cough*. And well after our form teacher started passing out a few pieces of paper to the class. She took up a small blue plastic bag and gave it to the class girls seated in the front row.
She instructed them, something along the lines of "these are extras" and "pass them around to the rest of the girls". Naturally, being the uber-bored ACJC Kid seated at the back of class whilst rocking my chair and attempting to keep it in suspended animation of Two-Footed-Support, I spied that bag as it was passed around the class. I wonder what is so interesting in there, that it could only be passed to the class girls.
At this point in time, more or less the class still sat in a divisive guys-girls divide. The class guys would sit on one side of the class and the girls on the other side. Think of it as an advanced and hands on approach to the social engineering process of our nation that was imparted to us by our former form teacher. I still remember at assembly that we'd line up for assembly "girls in the front, guys at the back". Being seated in the yin-yang formation in class was merely an advanced extension of the social engineering that we all went through as expoused by the eccentric and crazed idea of our former form teacher. Who is so great that typing his surname into a Nokia of those days with the dictionary one would give the word of "Jenni". His Great NickName.
Finally, as I was seated on the "guys-only" side of the class, the small blue plastic bag was passed to the back of the class. The last row of the "girls-only" side of the classroom. I asked repeatedly, "Eh! can I have one!", "Let me have one!", "Eh pass it to me leh!" and so on. Moaning pathetically like a drenched kitten in a heavy thunderstorm. Alas. The class girl with the bag just clicked her tongue and turned away in disgust at my words. And I wondered why. Hmmm. What did I do/say/think wrong. So well. Yeah. She left the blue bag on an empty table next to her's. I got out of my chair in the middle of a lesson and walked across our great FiveTwelve and grasped the bag... walked back into my seat and sat down.
I looked at what was inside the bag, looked up. And never felt so silly in my whole life ever before. Inside the bag were a few nicely wrapped pieces of Kotex.
Listening to Olivia Newton-John - Let Me Be There
I don't think anyone lands on this blog anymore. The 20 or so odd people that add to the counter on a daily basis come in on the basis of the strangest of search referrals. Post ORD for the last month has been good. I still keep the strangest waking-sleeping cycle hours ever. Not that I don't mind. I enjoy the night time greatly. I've been sharing alot more thoughts of a different kind on my LJ. Its pretty good and I enjoy the anonymity of it all. Perhaps I might just drop by this blog once in a month or so and just add an update or a funny story or something. So its like this half-blogicide or something.
In terms of pictures. Not much has gone on. Its like I've literally stopped taking pictures for a long time. Like I've really quit, save the occasional moment when someone passes me a point and shoot to do a group shot. Well, this also has something to do with the fact that my camera is spoilt. By no less than the brother. He managed to let my camera exhibit the "Green Blinking Light of Death" after trying to act all pro by using it for a photoshoot with his friends.
I think about the up and coming rugby match that I know will see the same two schools in the finals. Sadly, I won't have any thing close to a strong telephoto, or a power zoom to take to the match to do the sports photography. I wonder if there's any chance if anyone reading this post can lend me, for a day or two. A Nikkor AF-S 70-200 VR f/2.8 ED IF. Else the AF-S 80-200mm f/2.8 ED IF lens. I need either one of them with a good f-stop of 2.8 to be able to get some decent sports photography images from the match. AF-S motor is preferred for the lightning-fast autofocus as well as smoother tracking on a camera like mine is much slower autofocus. Other than that, I actually don't out much hope and will look like the greatest jerk on the field bringing a 50mm lens to the game. What else can I say?
Of course. If someone can get me an AF-S 300mm f/4, I'd be very happy as well. I'd trade the lost of that one f-stop for the sake of an extra 100mm. Given that the lighting conditions is good. A 300mm f/2.8 AF-S II would be highly ideal. Perhaps a dream. I just put it down here since its something I just want to get off my chest. Perhaps that will be the last thing I will ever photograph. So there really isn't any point in buying another camera lens just for the sake of one match. Besides, I don't have the connections to borrow any lens. So what can I say but put it on this blog post? No one really read this blog anyway, so I guess that its pretty ok. =)
One fine day, when it was just after recess. My whole class in the most nonsense college in the country was having a semblance of a GP lesson. Our GP teacher was also our form teacher, so in that sense, she had quite a great deal of administrative issues to sort out with. Notably, things associated with the Fun-O-Rama. The XVI one at that. It was pretty good at that time since our form teacher was so much better than the form teacher we had the previous year. *cough*. And well after our form teacher started passing out a few pieces of paper to the class. She took up a small blue plastic bag and gave it to the class girls seated in the front row.
She instructed them, something along the lines of "these are extras" and "pass them around to the rest of the girls". Naturally, being the uber-bored ACJC Kid seated at the back of class whilst rocking my chair and attempting to keep it in suspended animation of Two-Footed-Support, I spied that bag as it was passed around the class. I wonder what is so interesting in there, that it could only be passed to the class girls.
At this point in time, more or less the class still sat in a divisive guys-girls divide. The class guys would sit on one side of the class and the girls on the other side. Think of it as an advanced and hands on approach to the social engineering process of our nation that was imparted to us by our former form teacher. I still remember at assembly that we'd line up for assembly "girls in the front, guys at the back". Being seated in the yin-yang formation in class was merely an advanced extension of the social engineering that we all went through as expoused by the eccentric and crazed idea of our former form teacher. Who is so great that typing his surname into a Nokia of those days with the dictionary one would give the word of "Jenni". His Great NickName.
Finally, as I was seated on the "guys-only" side of the class, the small blue plastic bag was passed to the back of the class. The last row of the "girls-only" side of the classroom. I asked repeatedly, "Eh! can I have one!", "Let me have one!", "Eh pass it to me leh!" and so on. Moaning pathetically like a drenched kitten in a heavy thunderstorm. Alas. The class girl with the bag just clicked her tongue and turned away in disgust at my words. And I wondered why. Hmmm. What did I do/say/think wrong. So well. Yeah. She left the blue bag on an empty table next to her's. I got out of my chair in the middle of a lesson and walked across our great FiveTwelve and grasped the bag... walked back into my seat and sat down.
I looked at what was inside the bag, looked up. And never felt so silly in my whole life ever before. Inside the bag were a few nicely wrapped pieces of Kotex.
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