Anyway, in the arrangement of camera, linear polarizer, circular polarizer, I was able to get a manual white balance of varying precision! The right-most picture is without both polarizers on. The other two are the extremities of blue-ness and orange-ness I can get by turning the circular polarizer only. Turning both (meaning you turn the linear polarizer) will function as a normal polarizer.
Now we get funky! In the order of camera, circular polarizer, linear polarizer you get something like an infrared filter. Turning the circular polarizer functions as a normal polarizer. I had to use Manual mode, F8, 10 seconds to get about the same histogram.
Note that at certain angles, there is a stain of color on certain edges of the circle. I do not know the science behind this, but snap in black and white and you won't see it.
The only picture with any levels adjustment was the first one. The others are only sharpen and resize. Load the pictures into Photoshop and hit Auto Levels to see what they could become!
Left: 1/2 seconds F2.6 with camera then CPL then PL, 1/2000 seconds F4.0 (or 1/4000 seconds F2.6) without filters on Shutter priority mode. That makes a 2000x ND, 11 stops.
The geekier among thou would have noticed that going from 1/250 to 10 seconds (in the fourth picture) is a slowing down of 2500x. That would be equivalent to a neutral density filter of 2500x, or over 11 stops! Add that you have the flexibility of dialling in the density! Of course, neutral density filters do not stain the picture or change its color; so, when dialling in, it goes from a neutral density filter of 4x and ends as an violet-tinted infrared filter. The sweet spot in between, where color is not changed, might be less.
There has been hoo-ha among Malaysians and Singaporeans online about who is a blogger, and who is qualified to be called a blogger.
If Google wasn't so nice, they'd sue all of us, because a quick hop to http://www.blogger.com reveals a little Copyright ? 1999 - 2005 Google at the bottom. So people, stop calling yourselves blogg... er, you know, that word.
A blog was originally defined as someone who puts a link and writes a small commentary about it. Right Lionel? Therefore, Xiaxue and Dawn Yang do not own a blog. If we write about our daily lives, we are writing in journals, not blogs, as we do not follow the format. The word journalist already implies underpaid writers with limited freedom of speech and ethics. We don't get paid, we are free to say anything and make baseless claims, so we're far off from journalists. Journallers perhaps.
So, who really owns an account on the Internet that can be rightly called a blog? Kahsoon, of course.
I met the hot FireAngel outside Zouk, while waiting for my friends to come so I could get them in on my guest list (as opposed to the other way round, suckers!) Of course, I forgot to take a picture as proof, but Albert never lies on his blog. He may be sarcastic but he never lies!
So where were all the other blogg... I mean, journallers? They didn't have such a happening social life, obviously. There we stood, two relative journal heavyweights, waiting for friends. Journal heavyweights meaning, we've both read each other's blogs but never acknowledged each other's presence (or were officially introduced in real life for that matter!)
Meanwhile, 95% of the journal heavyweights were at home, refreshing Project Petaling Street, slinging permalinks and trackbacks.
I think permalink is a very ga... no, even if I was gay, I would not use the term permalink. See the Replies link below? That is the link to this journal entry.
So I went to see Afdlin Shauki's Why You Still Fat?. It was a good laugh. He hit hard at certain new pop stars, taking oppurtunity to show that he could sing. At least he could sing well.
Towards the middle some jokes got a bit obscure, and I laughed not because of the brilliant snideness but because of his facial expressions, in a way, like Rob Schneider. However, he still fell flat when trying to fit George W. Bush in a joke.
His modified-lyric songs were hilarious, and the highlight of the show, for me, was the ending, where he wrote a song about Lord Of The Rings: The Two Towers... to the tune of Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody! (I'm not a fan of LOTR but Bohemian Rhapsody is my current favorite rock song.) Pacai, the accompanying guitarist, transposed it lower to something easier for Afdlin to sing, but still, it was a difficult song to sing, as he followed the phrasing and tune to the dot. He 'forgot' the lyrics a few times, stopping comedically. (DJCS reports that in previous performances, he sang the song straight in one go; perhaps his fumbling wasn't an act, but he covered up damn well!)
This further compels me to properly transpose the piano bits to guitar; I've only figured out certain verses.
So I was at Sunway Pyramid, watching Chicken Little, then helping Leech get free calendars, while waiting to watch The Exorcism Of Emily Rose. In between freebie-grabbing time, we grabbed pictures of XOXO models.
Technical terms: I shot most of these at Shutter priority, no flash, ISO 50, 1/125 seconds (so it wouldn't have to evaluate) and manual focus set at infinity (so it wouldn't have to hunt all the time). On a camera with less settings, just set your EV to -2. With the bright sunlamps shining on them, I did not have to use flash, and capturing a sharp picture while they were walking was easy.
Confidence is sexy.
I recreated the effect my former Canon Powershot A400 had; dark places are desaturated.
And this, a successful attempt at the effect - same settings, but I changed to a 15 second exposure because I kept miscounting how long the green light would stay on. I could actually get green, yellow and red in a 6 second exposure, if I took the picture 2 seconds before it turned yellow, but I was lazy to wait (having miscounted a few traffic light cycles before), so I cheated and did a 15 second one so that the chances of me getting a green-yellow-red shot were higher. Pictures were also darkened to add drama.
If you want to do this same effect, I suggest you find a junction which switches lights fast, like a small T-junction out of town. It would help to have a railing or a power supply box to use as a makeshift tripod. Better still, zoom in on a traffic light for artistic effect.
Wow, Mr. Brown's Zhng Your Car! show has reached Malaysians, including this one that had a Kuala Lumpur-registered license plate (censored).
I ille... aiya, don't say illegal lah, I quote the show at 17 minutes 50 seconds: Johnny: So we go and change the badge for you. Mr Miyagi: Change to what? Johnny: Honda lor. Honda 323 lor. Ahh. Don't worries, people dunno wan. They put the sticker finish already ah, say, "Eh what car that wan ah?" "Oh the logo say ah?" "Oh the badge ah? Honda!" Mr Miyagi: Ohhh... okay... Johnny: No need to scared wan. The badge you put already, your car is changed. New car! Zhng your car! Aaah. Hond... Mazda also become Honda.
Here goes a free-flowing story. (To differentiate who is saying what, what I say will be italicized while what anyone else said will be underlined.)
So it was a Friday night after Tracy's gig. I had to pee, so I walked down from Plaza Damas to Desa Sri Hartamas, as Plaza Damas was closed and there were no other toilets around. I did not intend to flash anybody at the playground so I kept on walking.
Since I had a good holding capacity, I reached Coffee Bean and bumped into two dudes I knew. Went to Breakers to pee. Came back out.
"So how come you guys are hanging out here instead of there?" *points to Hartamas Square* "Oh it's very crowded man. Plus this place is less noisy." (Cue thumping music blasting out the balcony of the infamous Soda Club.) "Hmmm, but the scenery there is better. Here we get the Soda crowd... it doesn't feel like the Hartamas of before, y'know what I mean?" "Yeah but here you pay a bit more for the quiet." "Hmm yes, but I think I'll head over to Hartamas Square and see if I bump into anybody. I almost always do! There are always a few regulars there... plus, the international school chicks!" "Well fine then, leave us then. Don't blame us if you don't bump into anybody."
And so, I walked to Hartamas Square, and sure enough, the first table I see had two familiar faces! (And a hot chick!)
"HAYYY ALBERT!" "Dude! I see you every time! I saw you here yesterday, and here you are again..." (I came the day before for Alda's Low End Assasins gig.)
I told him how my other friends said I wouldn't bump into anybody, and he forced me to sit down instead of surveying how likely I was to bump into more people. I was introduced to the chick. YAY!
They were smoking shisha, and I took the oppurtunity to sample it, repeatedly. The shisha shop dude then came over, saying how he could blow shisha smoke into a bottle and change its color.
I whipped out my digital camera to take a picture of the yellowed bottle.
The guy to my right went, "Cool! A digital camera! Can I see it?" I then passed it to him.
The chick went, "Wow, you carry a digital camera around wherever you go?" "Yeah I do!" "Cool!"
The guy fiddled around with my camera and asked, "Dude, does this have shutter speed?" I said yes, and showed him that it was the Tv mode on the dial.
He then took pictures of everybody smoking shisha, YAY!
Now you may wonder why I would be overjoyed. Simple! He saved me the trouble of finding an excuse to make the chick do something photo-worthy with the shisha. (Of course, all I wanted was a picture of her, shisha or not.) Inside, I was thinking, "YAY thank you for taking pictures of her, with flash even!" Since he knew her, it wouldn't be so awkward.
My friends from Coffee Bean passed by. I went, "Wassap! What did I tell you? What did I tell you, huh? You said I wouldn't bump into anybody! Haha!"
She then looked at the pictures. All this while, I didn't, playing it cool. We then played foosball at Breakers till they closed the coin change counter, and we all went home.
It wasn't until I reached home that I realized I should've checked the pictures.
"Hey, I know this sounds weird, but can I take a picture with you? People say we look alike and well, this might prove something." "Yeah, sure! What's your name?" "I'm Albert." "Oh yeah! So anyway, people kept saying I look like Albert, you know, so I had to cut my hair. Don't cut your hair! It looks nice. Keep it."
(He had to cut it for Julius Ceasar (the play, not the dead ruler) as apparently in ancient Rome, they did not have long hair. Also, when short, my hair is floppy, unlike his.)
Lionel to ask if KY Speaks' blog gathering at his house was still on.
I missed the party and we all made new friends with KY's extensive range of drinks.
Peter Tan, saying, "Eh, you take a picture of my bald head have to pay now! I am a celebrity you know!" So we put a Starbucks cup holder there, no royalties! Middle: I had my green tea. Right: KY er... collects glass bottles for er... recycling.
Quick, take my picture before I turn invisible! (The dog turned in time for this funky exposure.)
Left: The Taman Bahagia LRT was within walking distance. Right: His ride.
Fazri got himself a Panasonic Lumix FZ30, and a bagload of accessories. We then proceeded to combine forces and deck out our old Canon Powershots.
My Powershot A520 was smaller, making the lenses/filters look even more obscene!
From outside: 58mm 2x telephoto lens; 52mm to 58mm step up ring; Fazri's 52mm Hoya circular polarizer, Fazri's 52mm Hoya R72 infrared filter, Albert's 52mm Hoya R72 infrared filter, Albert's 52mm Hoya 25A red filter, Albert's 52mm Raydawn circular polarizer, our respective camera 52mm lens adapters and finally our cameras. The effect would be the same as a zoomed infrared filter anyway.
Posted by Albert, 11:54:38 AM 2nd November 2005 in Love
I hadn't called her in days. How was she? I missed her, but I wanted to wait until tomorrow, when it would be more significant.
Suddenly I heard her voice.
"I wonder how he is. He hasn't called for days.
I wonder if he still likes me. Well, actually, I liked him too.
But then I didn't like how there was always this nagging voice in the background, like... his mom was bugging him or something, and he yelled back at her. I didn't like that. And he was always so... I dunno.
Maybe I should call him."
She dialled, and I picked up.
Me: Hello? Hello?
I pressed my pillow repeatedly, frantically, as if my Answer button was there.
Still lost, I picked up my handphone and called her number. No answer. When I realized what just happened to me, I messaged an apology for calling past bedtime.
And yes, in case you're wondering, Albert is okay not okay. He's on medication. He was nauseous on Tuesday, and the doctor said he was pale and had low blood pressure on Wednesday. He feels a nice warm buzz on Thursday, 12:30am; it's already 4 hours since his last dosage, should he take more fever medicine?