There are a ton of Photoshop actions online that will turn any normal digital photo into lomo-ified plastic camera glory. But do you want the real thing?

I must thank Shan and others for bestowing onto me this reverend piece of hardware and I was eyeing this DIY TLR (twin lens reflex) camera ever since I saw it in ThirtySix. This is the GakkenFlex.

Got it at $58 that might seem steep - but is not, compared to the outrageous Blackbird Fly with no true viewfinder. The GakkenFlex comes with a magazine loaded with gorgeous pictures and written entirely in Japanese.

the cover says 'Adult Science'. But i may be wrong.


Inside the flap.

The goodies.
The goodies unwrapped.

There are a ton of parts in here, I assure you. For someone who can't construct lego for nuts - these looked like C3P0's intestines. Thank you, Gakken for writting everything in Japanese. Makes my life so much easier. not.

First side done.

It was actually not so bad. There are a couple of tutorials online (in english) that will help you get past the tricky bits. And the instruction diagrams were pretty easy to follow.


Three sides done.

Wow, I'm actually constructing something that looks like it could become a camera! *For someone whose handicraft sucks more than a vacuum ~ Father, Mother... I'm so happy!*


Final Look.




And here are some snap shots I took with my very virgin test try!
Some pics may see abit blurry and all. But to tell the truth ... ... I love the misty effect!

Stupid me for opening the camera's body halfway through winding. Lost half the photos like that. But oh well.




Double Exposure Bam!

Well, that's not all~ I have more photos in my Flickr account so go there and see the rest!

Hey.


I'm employed.

Rolling stones gather no moss.
So I've been dutifully clocking in my quota of mind-bending games of supreme difficulty and tactics to pass this time of insane boredom.


HEROES of MIGHT & MAGIC 3

This complex and multi-dimensional game would be hair-fizzlingly hard if I'd ever decided to play it on anything other than 'easy' mode. But then, I'm a coward.

I love this kind of ultra slooooww moving games of Real-Time-Strategy that allows you to ponder labourously over your next move. Taking hours on end just to complete 1 single mission and enough time to make a pot of tea during battles.


Build your castle, train your armies and collect taxes. Then have them ruthlessly slain in battle. All in a days work ~ ho hum.

Battles that allow you to sip tea and stroke your beard and generally act like Sun Tzu but without the brains.


Anyway, on to the 2nd game - something not so mind-numbingly slow is Resident Evil 4. (I'm on Pro mode now - yes - Pro mode man!! shoot me twice and I'm dead!! Bwahahaha!)

I'm at the dumpster area that had me shooting at iron maidens. (Below)


An iron maiden in need of serious dental care.

Well, what else do you do? The usual.
Going around a sweet spanish village murdering infected locals. Running out of ammo. Finding ammo. Saving Ashely's butt. Killing monsters here and there. And other sundry stuff.

The satisfaction you feel when you raise a fully maxed-out shotgun at a villager's head and shoot his face off and watch it explode into a shower of chutney is unbelievable. And Capcom knows this so they make the decapitated neck grow out a Las Plagas that will jump through half the screen and bite your face off.



Yep, not for kids.


Our handsome protagonist rides off into the sunset thinking about the paperwork he has to file on all the people he'd killed in the village.

Nah! Just joking.

He's going to have a nice lunch, polish up his Magnum and go in and kill somemore! Yeah!

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've know
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?

~Delicate : Damien Rice~

I think I know.

Listening to Angela Zhang's (張韶涵) 偶爾 (Ou Er).
I don't dig girls with high girly voices ~ but this one is aOkay.


Dressing up in restaurant napkins is the in thing now.

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Well, at least it's better than this rafia string monster she wore on stage once.


Interestingly, I almost mistook this song for a Rainie Yang's one cos they both have fairly similar voices. But then, Rainie's voice ain't that good.

But Miss Zhang's is.

Oh, and somebody~~ Gimme a job!!~~~~ I need the money.

var Holiday = new Object();

var ThingsToDo = new Object();
var Willpower = 1;

if( MumDonCatchMeLazingAbout && Lazingabout ) {
ThingsToDo.mywish = true;
}

while( ThingsToDo.work > Willpower._x ) {
me.OnEnterFrame = False;
me.WantToDie = True;
}

var Sleep = Yes;

if( sleep > 12hrs_day ) me.strength = True;
Life = (sleep)
if ( sleep ) = onEnterFrame.happy
Life = happy;

play();

// end if





An actionscript poem I composed because I like it that I won't have to touch it ever again. stop();

I've just downed a cup of frappe and my blood caffein level is shooting through the roof.

My fingers are shaking.

My body is spasming from an onslaught of outright hyper-activity...... ......

Must..... find...... tranquilizer......... now.......................Brrrrrzzzzzzzz...... doccccc.......gruuuugh.....brzzz fizzle 'pop'!

Anyway, random update number one.My dad fetched me from school bout 2 days ago and said:"Let's go eat some supper wonton noodles!!!!"
I said "Ok. But I'm really very very sleeeee------"

Could not finish my sentence.
Got dragged over to Lavender street for 'recommended' wonton noodles in the dead of the night.Got lost. Want to ask for directions but dad won't allow it. Walk round and round for 20 mins. Got lost somemore.
Found the place.


An extremely happy old man about to order some wonton noodles.

Waited 1/2 hour for food to arrive.
Food arrived.

An extremely happy old man about to recite haiku before eating his wonton noodles.

Yellow strands of silk
Forms my wonton mee;
Why is it so small?

Finish mee in 4 bites. Yes. 4.
Tasty but way too small.But tasty.
"Lydia, let's go eat Jln Besar Wonton mee next!"
"Whhaaaa~!!! Aww... come on. My eyes are about to ------"

Go Jln Besar for wonton mee.

Place crowded like hell.


Happy old man counting money for wonton mee. Money? Lots. Check.


Getting closer! Almost there!


Our second dose of wonton mee for the evening.

Wonton mee: Sometimes, you just have to eat it.



Saw this on our way back. It's not Daiso, by the way.