perhaps, I am just immature in the way that I am.
its a great failing, i must admit
but I cannot be, patently what I cannot do.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
why do I keep buying songs from itunes?
why? because its sooooooo damn easy.
let me show you with skitch.
writers note : skitch is for mac. sorry windows users. skitch is too cool for bill i guess.
firstly, open itunes and then,
over at the itunes store.
and then...
you then...
finally
its all way to easy.
skitch is easy too. all photos hosted by skitch!
why? because its sooooooo damn easy.
let me show you with skitch.
writers note : skitch is for mac. sorry windows users. skitch is too cool for bill i guess.
firstly, open itunes and then,
over at the itunes store.
and then...
you then...
finally
its all way to easy.
skitch is easy too. all photos hosted by skitch!
But its a leica...
I always wanted a compact. having the all my previous cameras were great and they performed really well for my uses.
But I always found myself carrying a bag to places where I really dont want to carry a bag. Carrying a big camera also means that its very difficult to shoot up close if I want to stay incognito.
I have been searching for a compact for a very long time. But always been fustrated by the lack of full manual functions in compacts. The ixus line, fuji F series were all very competent compacts but lacked what I really wanted in cameras, which is creative control.
I dont know how to shoot with pre determined settings by the camera because up till today, I still dont understand why the camera meteres of focuses the way it does when I leave it on auto or on the pre selected modes. So without Full M, it was really quite difficult for me to do the things that I want to do.
The canon G series looked really great, had a play with jess's G7 and it really impressed with. But they were always too expensive and I have a natural aversion to canon that I myself cannot explain. For an example, the lack of a bettary meter on fn's ixus 75 always baffled me. i couldnt understand how a major company could leave out something that basic when they werent even using the easily obtainable AA batteries.
The leica seems to fufill all my wants and needs. Yes, its gonna be more expensive than most, but still less than the G9.
I reckon its the perfect companion to any DSLR and have decided to get it when the price is right.
My dslr have been a really great tool in furthering what I know about taking photos and I have really enjoyed using it. Even with the kit lense, the performance have been pleasing. with my sigma f2.8, its been even more versatile. the nikkor 55-200 VR that i bought recently gives me quite abit of reach too.
I am pretty happy with my current DSLR set up. a 10-24 sigma in the future would more or less complete my range needs.
I have always maintained that at the end of 2 years, I will eventually get the d300 or the d3 and I maintain that course.
But for the time being, I look forward to getting the Lecia D-lux3. I reckon it'll fufill the wants that I have in a compact.
and its gonna be mine in the near future.
yes, i believe that I will get the leica very soon.
for what i want, i usually get it in the end.
I always wanted a compact. having the all my previous cameras were great and they performed really well for my uses.
But I always found myself carrying a bag to places where I really dont want to carry a bag. Carrying a big camera also means that its very difficult to shoot up close if I want to stay incognito.
I have been searching for a compact for a very long time. But always been fustrated by the lack of full manual functions in compacts. The ixus line, fuji F series were all very competent compacts but lacked what I really wanted in cameras, which is creative control.
I dont know how to shoot with pre determined settings by the camera because up till today, I still dont understand why the camera meteres of focuses the way it does when I leave it on auto or on the pre selected modes. So without Full M, it was really quite difficult for me to do the things that I want to do.
The canon G series looked really great, had a play with jess's G7 and it really impressed with. But they were always too expensive and I have a natural aversion to canon that I myself cannot explain. For an example, the lack of a bettary meter on fn's ixus 75 always baffled me. i couldnt understand how a major company could leave out something that basic when they werent even using the easily obtainable AA batteries.
The leica seems to fufill all my wants and needs. Yes, its gonna be more expensive than most, but still less than the G9.
I reckon its the perfect companion to any DSLR and have decided to get it when the price is right.
My dslr have been a really great tool in furthering what I know about taking photos and I have really enjoyed using it. Even with the kit lense, the performance have been pleasing. with my sigma f2.8, its been even more versatile. the nikkor 55-200 VR that i bought recently gives me quite abit of reach too.
I am pretty happy with my current DSLR set up. a 10-24 sigma in the future would more or less complete my range needs.
I have always maintained that at the end of 2 years, I will eventually get the d300 or the d3 and I maintain that course.
But for the time being, I look forward to getting the Lecia D-lux3. I reckon it'll fufill the wants that I have in a compact.
and its gonna be mine in the near future.
yes, i believe that I will get the leica very soon.
for what i want, i usually get it in the end.
Monday, April 14, 2008
"I like it cause I think it's classy."
I usually respond with a polite nod and make some appropriate noise that is appropriate in the circumstance.
usually along the lines off:
"hmm. erm k. nice."
but seriously, in my head, I'm thinking of something else.
like jess put it most aptly, "FUCK YOU UNDERSTAND? " is really what I want to say or am thinking. In no particular order of importance or relevance.
Some people are born with class. Some people are not.
Some people ooze this innately. Most put on a tuxedo and try, but end up looking and feeling extremely....phony, just like how Caulden Holdfield puts it.
I don't pretend to be the epitome of class,I am not. Most times these days, you will find me siting on my balcony floor, smoking a cigarette, swigging cola and surfing the net on my ibook. Infact, just exactly what I am doing now.
I mean, I know as much as anyone that THAT is no where what we would call classy.
I mean heh, i like eating at prata places! I CANT be classy right?
wrong.
so fucking wrong.
But my piece today is not about my deficiency in trying to mobilize in the social ladder. upwards or downwards, thats debatable, but most notably downwards I suppose =]
I'm not pointing out anyone or naming names cause you chaps (kind readers, anti K3 club members, G-unit spies) probably wont know who I am talking about anyway.
and so I begin after a very long and tedious foreward, fore warning note.
In the pursuit of class.
A nice car. An expensive car. Not suited well to my uses. but who gives a fuck? it screams CLASS babeh!
A bean bag. Pretty useless. But seriously, I like it, its classy.
So fucking classy. (writers note: its comfy, but seriously ugly.)
An expensive DSLR. its my first camera. I don't really know how to use it. What is shutter & aperture? what? thats the battery compartment? gee. i didnt know. but its expensive, thus it must be ? CLASSY!
A nice jacket. I dont know, i just know that zara is gay thus I'm not buying it. It doesn't matter to me if i tell someone i barely know that zara is so fucking gay when he is wearing it in front of me. I don't really care. wait, and did i tell you that zara is only for gays? I only know that my expensive jacket is not zara and thus not gay. and therefore I am not a fag. But anyway ,that means that my jacket is?
CLASSY!
A girlfriend. Looks the part. Feels like the part. I like her. why?
cause she is?
CLASSY! (writers note : I must say, I STRONGLY DISAGREE. FAUX FRENCH NAME DOESNT EQUATE CLASSY. and if the name doesnt fit, dont wear it. in this case, it doesnt.)
What music do you listen to? the more classy kind?
(writers note: to which I replied, I like metal.)
oh, I don't know much about music. But I like the classy kind.
(writers note: to which i think to myself, why the fuck do you ask me who is vivaldi when I'm listening to the four seasons, which is fucking like vivaldi's most fucking well known piece. I dont mean to say that I am classy, but its orchestra! and that HAS to be classy right? if anything, its fucking victorian!)
I support liverpool. I dont really watch their matches, nor can I name a starting eleven. But I have a friend who supports liverpool and he is fairly classy. So yea, LIVERPOOL, YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE CLASSLESS!
(writers note: which is fucking retarded cause england is one of the most class conscious place on this planet. and if he knew that liverpool supporters stem from the docks, where they wont have as much class as supporters up rich london, he'll probably throw a fit and start wearing a chelsea scarf.)
The word "classy" is banded around so much like a fly swat that I'm getting "classy" fatigue. Especially from someone whom I have yet to detect a single strand of class.
The examples above all stem from the writer's own encounters from one source.
in the pursuit of class. I reckon one should learn how to be a gentleman.
To learn to have a conversation, where both sides give and take. Where the exchange of polite opinions are observed.
Doggdly maintaining that your opinion is the right opinion is the one great major failing that I see most often.
Learning how to see that the other party is more well informed than you are is a great start. Not knowing your stuff doesnt exactly give the best footing in a verbal sparring session.
You can argue your case the whole night long on how Sony PSPs are the BEST SELLING SYSTEMS EVER and throw your "are your sure?" to the other party.
It just doesn't mean that you are right, it most certainly means that you are so god awfully wrong because the other party is a videogame geek. (who has too many video games) and the figures dont lie. its all online, go check.
Humility. I dont really want to know how you out smarted your exam questions because seriously, it just doesnt interest me. nor does it make you sound incredibly smart.
I dont really want to have a conversation with you just like how I never ever talk to a mule.
I dont want to talk about religion as well. Why? Simple, I dont see how we can have a conversation about religion when I am more grounded in your religion than you are yourself. and I am fucking agnostic.
first incident recall
me: You cant eat meat today.
classy boi : why?
me: its good friday.
incident recall part 2:
classy boi: "whats your religion?"
Qian :"Im agnostic"
classy boi: "nice"
*Qian WHAT TEH FUCK?! WHAT SHIT? WHAT SHIT?!?*
(writers note: doubt he knows what agnostic means. will one day engage him in religious theology conversation when I am feeling mean.)
I dont want to speak politics with you, because you ask me retarded questions like "john howard now where? no more PM right?"
I refuse to have a conversation on the environment with you. Because you cant grasp what the ozone layer really is. seriously, its not a piece of plastic.
I dont really want to hear how you think your good friend will go along way in life. just because you think he will.
You are not hardcore like you claim when you do things. you just take abit more time than others long to learn thus explaining the protracted time you take on certain activities.
sigh, there are so many more things that I feel like putting in words but my fingers are quiet tired and so is my mind. Something like chatting on the phone with some girl about some in-nane topics like, "eh dont you think she looks like stef sun?"
I mean seriously, grow some balls.
I know, bitching is not exactly classy, but heh, I didnt claim to be classy. I eat at prata places and use my ibook in the balcony. what do you think?
christ, living with strangers while having the need to keep my potty mouth shut to keep the peace is tough.
I usually respond with a polite nod and make some appropriate noise that is appropriate in the circumstance.
usually along the lines off:
"hmm. erm k. nice."
but seriously, in my head, I'm thinking of something else.
like jess put it most aptly, "FUCK YOU UNDERSTAND? " is really what I want to say or am thinking. In no particular order of importance or relevance.
Some people are born with class. Some people are not.
Some people ooze this innately. Most put on a tuxedo and try, but end up looking and feeling extremely....phony, just like how Caulden Holdfield puts it.
I don't pretend to be the epitome of class,I am not. Most times these days, you will find me siting on my balcony floor, smoking a cigarette, swigging cola and surfing the net on my ibook. Infact, just exactly what I am doing now.
I mean, I know as much as anyone that THAT is no where what we would call classy.
I mean heh, i like eating at prata places! I CANT be classy right?
wrong.
so fucking wrong.
But my piece today is not about my deficiency in trying to mobilize in the social ladder. upwards or downwards, thats debatable, but most notably downwards I suppose =]
I'm not pointing out anyone or naming names cause you chaps (kind readers, anti K3 club members, G-unit spies) probably wont know who I am talking about anyway.
and so I begin after a very long and tedious foreward, fore warning note.
In the pursuit of class.
A nice car. An expensive car. Not suited well to my uses. but who gives a fuck? it screams CLASS babeh!
A bean bag. Pretty useless. But seriously, I like it, its classy.
So fucking classy. (writers note: its comfy, but seriously ugly.)
An expensive DSLR. its my first camera. I don't really know how to use it. What is shutter & aperture? what? thats the battery compartment? gee. i didnt know. but its expensive, thus it must be ? CLASSY!
A nice jacket. I dont know, i just know that zara is gay thus I'm not buying it. It doesn't matter to me if i tell someone i barely know that zara is so fucking gay when he is wearing it in front of me. I don't really care. wait, and did i tell you that zara is only for gays? I only know that my expensive jacket is not zara and thus not gay. and therefore I am not a fag. But anyway ,that means that my jacket is?
CLASSY!
A girlfriend. Looks the part. Feels like the part. I like her. why?
cause she is?
CLASSY! (writers note : I must say, I STRONGLY DISAGREE. FAUX FRENCH NAME DOESNT EQUATE CLASSY. and if the name doesnt fit, dont wear it. in this case, it doesnt.)
What music do you listen to? the more classy kind?
(writers note: to which I replied, I like metal.)
oh, I don't know much about music. But I like the classy kind.
(writers note: to which i think to myself, why the fuck do you ask me who is vivaldi when I'm listening to the four seasons, which is fucking like vivaldi's most fucking well known piece. I dont mean to say that I am classy, but its orchestra! and that HAS to be classy right? if anything, its fucking victorian!)
I support liverpool. I dont really watch their matches, nor can I name a starting eleven. But I have a friend who supports liverpool and he is fairly classy. So yea, LIVERPOOL, YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE CLASSLESS!
(writers note: which is fucking retarded cause england is one of the most class conscious place on this planet. and if he knew that liverpool supporters stem from the docks, where they wont have as much class as supporters up rich london, he'll probably throw a fit and start wearing a chelsea scarf.)
The word "classy" is banded around so much like a fly swat that I'm getting "classy" fatigue. Especially from someone whom I have yet to detect a single strand of class.
The examples above all stem from the writer's own encounters from one source.
in the pursuit of class. I reckon one should learn how to be a gentleman.
To learn to have a conversation, where both sides give and take. Where the exchange of polite opinions are observed.
Doggdly maintaining that your opinion is the right opinion is the one great major failing that I see most often.
Learning how to see that the other party is more well informed than you are is a great start. Not knowing your stuff doesnt exactly give the best footing in a verbal sparring session.
You can argue your case the whole night long on how Sony PSPs are the BEST SELLING SYSTEMS EVER and throw your "are your sure?" to the other party.
It just doesn't mean that you are right, it most certainly means that you are so god awfully wrong because the other party is a videogame geek. (who has too many video games) and the figures dont lie. its all online, go check.
Humility. I dont really want to know how you out smarted your exam questions because seriously, it just doesnt interest me. nor does it make you sound incredibly smart.
I dont really want to have a conversation with you just like how I never ever talk to a mule.
I dont want to talk about religion as well. Why? Simple, I dont see how we can have a conversation about religion when I am more grounded in your religion than you are yourself. and I am fucking agnostic.
first incident recall
me: You cant eat meat today.
classy boi : why?
me: its good friday.
incident recall part 2:
classy boi: "whats your religion?"
Qian :"Im agnostic"
classy boi: "nice"
*Qian WHAT TEH FUCK?! WHAT SHIT? WHAT SHIT?!?*
(writers note: doubt he knows what agnostic means. will one day engage him in religious theology conversation when I am feeling mean.)
I dont want to speak politics with you, because you ask me retarded questions like "john howard now where? no more PM right?"
I refuse to have a conversation on the environment with you. Because you cant grasp what the ozone layer really is. seriously, its not a piece of plastic.
I dont really want to hear how you think your good friend will go along way in life. just because you think he will.
You are not hardcore like you claim when you do things. you just take abit more time than others long to learn thus explaining the protracted time you take on certain activities.
sigh, there are so many more things that I feel like putting in words but my fingers are quiet tired and so is my mind. Something like chatting on the phone with some girl about some in-nane topics like, "eh dont you think she looks like stef sun?"
I mean seriously, grow some balls.
I know, bitching is not exactly classy, but heh, I didnt claim to be classy. I eat at prata places and use my ibook in the balcony. what do you think?
christ, living with strangers while having the need to keep my potty mouth shut to keep the peace is tough.
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