tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41715392114850656092024-02-06T21:41:14.943-08:00The Life of The LifeCinzincCinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-85270698449792047062010-05-13T21:49:00.000-07:002010-05-13T23:26:46.125-07:00LC-A+ Instant Back<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpqv-SokT2b6djCyIbjabjE_miRVh9RMyWNvQ9VTxMfX-x0oyzcprKyF-9yYCDYilozNsO9xpp47O3jlcD-76Nhp9eRwjs5cx-dVsu1hfVr219qwaqLzerrjMvoTOnnWSsFUknctS0pmyM/s1600/IMG_0006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpqv-SokT2b6djCyIbjabjE_miRVh9RMyWNvQ9VTxMfX-x0oyzcprKyF-9yYCDYilozNsO9xpp47O3jlcD-76Nhp9eRwjs5cx-dVsu1hfVr219qwaqLzerrjMvoTOnnWSsFUknctS0pmyM/s320/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470984155039104562" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqpMVpow-HsNDADcOhIi9pEhAAUtIfJXswtviqr2Zw8THT0cvk8jIrT8C0Ux6MMBffxrPpSPbuRVplYUFw_hFAEItD6qCYGtcvEWXLu9_ZZaDdqpXM0345EzfEd8vHaTNN9DMjU7qARThr/s1600/IMG_0004.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjorFY4Aw1iVeKkP3vhmnh-cL8Ilz8KVzGZe8stmPUd_j88ie_YpW9yhkvKEVs83tsDp0D4IhQT-CbB2qygJ3jJgSXenF-JCz1xdTPDr-DG919v6yWwmrohba5mxW2tLAQctcrlmNL0ntFZ/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470983818856218786" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT2ucau2FF_fNLk8PkltEv1eoUL1xXqcO5UodfT4tTK1HqdfRoczZdYTvyHbdA_QnEY_TKhWJbVNqVZlwLiNAKH6H-kOaJ1vk0y8IUTzw16Fw-c6Yg4haDH8srRRqqMaB-RlRGYKfC_7g-/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT2ucau2FF_fNLk8PkltEv1eoUL1xXqcO5UodfT4tTK1HqdfRoczZdYTvyHbdA_QnEY_TKhWJbVNqVZlwLiNAKH6H-kOaJ1vk0y8IUTzw16Fw-c6Yg4haDH8srRRqqMaB-RlRGYKfC_7g-/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470983697951857746" /></a><br /><br />You all got to get this!!!Cinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-87641355928902543072010-04-04T20:57:00.000-07:002010-04-04T21:14:58.471-07:00Where was I during the Easter weekend?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx71Nw1BM3A8BK6QVsrKfUpqC7a9Hv0dspdtkuAxgYyI3ok8Hjp7_8rd2bwjkG_mfIkXJevr4uyG39m5vUYd5qrvZ_6fKp2LThZiTOEQHGH7rpMw5A8ESTD1bjYs7WGI8IIFNKFsE0cQAI/s1600/Untitled-Scanned-01.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7SZ9beZ0j59au6r5O3RmMjzIBSf3nYV5tGnNtzlVsA2tTq-UvtOP4WubcVjWkNzL6G2KO5L1FCHBPV9PSLF4fAZi8wc5WB9yQRaMSzPyVsJ2bzYvDWrY-oFH-NbGKmr3gToKs1bOzVCZr/s400/HOTD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444057280468514562" /></a><br /><br /><br />Lomo Home of the day Award goes to me!<br /><br />WADDUP!?! Cheers!<br /><br /><br />March 2, 2010Cinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-29241332467864866032010-03-01T22:39:00.000-08:002010-03-01T22:46:30.735-08:00March arrived<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRT9wECtKk0clNqGZIAGqBHS-xr_JA0hEVn32tV6gjrRn5vCKlbUEHJynq3pwxJs9U0jLa0ACdMboNP-yTLLRwdezzSJnuP7AcwWP0nIZl3P8kvzg5sos8btiCk10ckz8c7oQ-0ayxkWO_/s1600-h/Untitled-Scanned-27.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRT9wECtKk0clNqGZIAGqBHS-xr_JA0hEVn32tV6gjrRn5vCKlbUEHJynq3pwxJs9U0jLa0ACdMboNP-yTLLRwdezzSJnuP7AcwWP0nIZl3P8kvzg5sos8btiCk10ckz8c7oQ-0ayxkWO_/s320/Untitled-Scanned-27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443923344924848882" /></a><br /><br />And you come here troublesome for me. What happened to the good beginnings at every month for the year 2010?! Do your job!Cinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-76796619764670921962010-02-24T23:47:00.000-08:002010-02-25T00:55:36.576-08:00Lomography Loves Indonesia Exhibit in my LC-A+<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsE9WfDrj43CN7a38boXksjWk8tKtnBzhQ66JvPh9CyFqyqSgMORbmG1TaoY6RLGCfKVMSor0Makr_MR3rYXlecQmzpemFxJjhhE_8dLcB-g52XROB-G_BxVq35BGNdLa-Wy1NHiIzRWN/s1600-h/39.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsE9WfDrj43CN7a38boXksjWk8tKtnBzhQ66JvPh9CyFqyqSgMORbmG1TaoY6RLGCfKVMSor0Makr_MR3rYXlecQmzpemFxJjhhE_8dLcB-g52XROB-G_BxVq35BGNdLa-Wy1NHiIzRWN/s320/39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442095677646213250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisqfxizNMkrCOpGWESypDz_-hYE7Wv5HMl-TulkBY5uiy_AI5kO4z61AQw12SzfQa6QSd7s-HYZURaEccIB3Jb30_u-YdDiDEd65A_LqU-P1jAlpf4t58BmY9gevvY3PH3vFvR1Tp_FZ2q/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiU8sXFfehzGCT3Oldhr9nbA1dgYm5636zXiWL6_tpY2acq7M3EZiZ4388Ldpux_oZDPu_nZ3ojfj4db1INmEbbmoHdUOksOr2dyHuXSeTpg4budN0RSk_ar5akFnBlPyiAKgBcsL-8Dve/s320/DSCN5608a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441287056593258418" /></a><br />Lomography Loves Indonesia Exhibit<br />venua: Grand Indonesia, East wing 1st floor<br />when: Feb20-28Cinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-23381095213941099832010-02-17T23:26:00.000-08:002010-02-18T00:02:41.125-08:00120 Redscale is not possible because of the backing paper…WRONG!Yes, that’s wrong, 120 redscale is possible! Look at my photos to see for yourself<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5hgEQdIkq14hz7PJ4AMVw5A7e35DudYNoXt1WOUyOatL8FUWgWrZVyXTWZqCVm0UWcdQdnCv6eOtzVg_GnbCYJVHMqZYw9j_pKpU7rB4ill462LkWr3nIPkNouJ4fy9gvtcgUxBo9agd/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5hgEQdIkq14hz7PJ4AMVw5A7e35DudYNoXt1WOUyOatL8FUWgWrZVyXTWZqCVm0UWcdQdnCv6eOtzVg_GnbCYJVHMqZYw9j_pKpU7rB4ill462LkWr3nIPkNouJ4fy9gvtcgUxBo9agd/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439482363342414658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh35AUj-RagZ6leO11hLQWHb6IjeFCbGQGmcEIMaYWqolNQXgqsOE4x3ihaTKJJ48cDHOLoMRcN-BRT4-QpEBlm_yWZZkjooVVN5jKhqvDkGYRYwIfG8m26quFUG4jXLjBYcNvVyKMmAVpg/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpLuQZz0vcWH2q1dKzuSxLROZ3EZJOPY7OxkJXHjC-kYCpbXsFCn-DI9jm_Qvz21GSihztk92cO-G8CQIIBYFDo7p9xw6FLpfP5ZPDouUUIy45RBknhudnxIj5tseGnGieneStZ-xP0_uC/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439484301937647186" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn0w73SdvcSG6YH73qaEtkT3D0zBlAMWiTdDow0FzAf5z7BCTaQKOritv-J0dc4TMfYefPLj4u-R7d6xCtvVKQ3PxD6ewZhaE5Ik_CsLme2EfueFwX-7vPJZJgkyXog_l7Wvd_oc3Nyy2Q/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn0w73SdvcSG6YH73qaEtkT3D0zBlAMWiTdDow0FzAf5z7BCTaQKOritv-J0dc4TMfYefPLj4u-R7d6xCtvVKQ3PxD6ewZhaE5Ik_CsLme2EfueFwX-7vPJZJgkyXog_l7Wvd_oc3Nyy2Q/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439483796868675362" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo-TSmH_nZpEPPU_X0mnlkwip1jhBiPlwoVAJ2AOXTAq-n3Ji2QAFWwew-jmD5XsRfVJ1gmJdaA3H6GXefhiGyFZSqyLeqFxUZS2uRqfYIkSbtjd8YZMHr5La5Lkla-XYAPmdtFvBPpN20/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo-TSmH_nZpEPPU_X0mnlkwip1jhBiPlwoVAJ2AOXTAq-n3Ji2QAFWwew-jmD5XsRfVJ1gmJdaA3H6GXefhiGyFZSqyLeqFxUZS2uRqfYIkSbtjd8YZMHr5La5Lkla-XYAPmdtFvBPpN20/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439487110816013090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbo8RbF0O6dQZZsH5OFm6P3bt6YrnqnOhUb2L4YD1Y6hkPOYhLeRYkuSgJRBtb6b3oeNLyfVouAZE_QhQfgivpqW8TOVOhyphenhyphenhxOyaph3WyO-UVbGQLnvtW8u69rxhB1fogh7McbhPrregdu/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbo8RbF0O6dQZZsH5OFm6P3bt6YrnqnOhUb2L4YD1Y6hkPOYhLeRYkuSgJRBtb6b3oeNLyfVouAZE_QhQfgivpqW8TOVOhyphenhyphenhxOyaph3WyO-UVbGQLnvtW8u69rxhB1fogh7McbhPrregdu/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439482896497189778" /></a><br /><br /><br />Yes, that’s wrong, 120 redscale is possible! Look at my photos to see for yourself<br />When I found out about the 35mm redscale technique, I was curious if that could be done for 120 film. A lot of people said that it wasn’t possible. I found that weird because the principle of redscaling 120 film should be the same as redscaling 35mm film. After so many thoughts about it, procrastination sessions, I finally had the push to give it a shot. I had a roll of undeveloped exposed film, so I checked out what had to be done. The film itself is just taped to the back paper, and what’s left of me to do was peel off the taped film, flip the film, and tape it back on. Simple right?! <br />The hard part of redscaling 120 film:<br />• Must be done in the dark.<br />• Aligning the film when taping it to the back paper in the dark.<br />• Making sure that as you roll back the film to the spool, it doesn’t loosen up.<br />Tips:<br />• Don’t use the redscaled 120 film right away, let it stay rolled in the spool for some minutes to adapt to its new form. This will avoid the film from loosening up when placed inside a camera.<br />• Use a medium format film that your are confident in getting all 12 shots exposed (my first try was with a Diana F+, I only got 3 out of 12 shots).<br />• I think we should push process it by 1 stop (I haven’t tried but all my shots are under exposed).<br />I’m extremely satisfied with this experiment, proving that redscaling 120 film is possible! The possibilities for film photography are endless! That’s why I love lomography and film =D<br />Now it’s your turn to try out this tip! Go red!<br />Good Luck and Lomo on!Cinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-77318566508362803332010-02-16T19:51:00.000-08:002010-02-16T20:11:16.035-08:00A True Analogue Love Story Competition<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.image-acquire.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/lomography_fisheye_2_camera-300x244.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 244px;" src="http://www.image-acquire.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/lomography_fisheye_2_camera-300x244.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Lomography was excited for last week's Valentines Day, and to spread the love around the lomography community, they opened the "A True Analogue Love Story" Competition.<br />All those who wanted to join this competition needed their lomographs, and a twitter account. We had to tell a love story, along with the line is a photograph which had to be from our lomohome. It was really simple, the judges were not going to select the winners based on our photographs, the winner is determined by the most number of tweets.<br />I had to join and win this! All I had to do was make a love story, associate a photograph with my line, and hit my mouse!<br />Guess what,<br />I won! With a whopping 1154 tweets, I came in 2nd place. Those who came after me had below 400 tweets.<br />Finally I won a camera from the many competitions of Lomography! <br />My prize is the new Pink Fisheye2 and a Lomography City Guide Vienna Book!<br />Thanks for the wonderful and simple opportunity =D<br /><br />PS. Sorry to my followers at twitter, I would hate the thought of my streamline being full of 1 person.Cinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-76546786307273738852010-02-02T23:22:00.000-08:002010-02-02T23:28:35.131-08:00February already?!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5GbcPov9aAKyPBLWfbvRxiKQVtDIIFB44fCQyhoBpjR110CYwQry0HFRkDgjZDZuXGFgYV8hWfaijDJXVmF48_4AJeH1Tk-JJmXD0c8GdGf9AtcrQw6m3SkBE1mgkfP-kRcZwSgD_tMsC/s1600-h/Untitled-Scanned-29.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5GbcPov9aAKyPBLWfbvRxiKQVtDIIFB44fCQyhoBpjR110CYwQry0HFRkDgjZDZuXGFgYV8hWfaijDJXVmF48_4AJeH1Tk-JJmXD0c8GdGf9AtcrQw6m3SkBE1mgkfP-kRcZwSgD_tMsC/s400/Untitled-Scanned-29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433915674466226802" /></a><br />No longer are the high filled spirits on again. But it is still burning a fire in us.<br />It's already February, pretty fast, I'm not sure if that was a complaint. Maybe because I'm just ready for whatever comes my way. Although, it would be nice to feel like I have nothing to stress on, such as dealing with my internship, March events which I volunteered to be a part of. Kind of stressful, but I'm willing to take it on because I want to be doing something different. If not different, just something I normally wouldn't do on a daily basis. So as a reminder to myself and to whoever is ready this, let's get out there and do something different, in a way I know we would feel positively tired once we hit our sacks. <br />Keep it real, get it done.Cinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-19011152494958934392010-01-31T07:43:00.000-08:002010-02-02T11:44:27.212-08:00Plastic camera Sunday evening!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/4241449904_413dcd4925.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/4241449904_413dcd4925.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />So just recently I found a clone of the well known camera, <span style="font-weight:bold;">Vivitar PN2011</span>.<br />What was special about that camera was that it was able to shoot in 2 modes, 1 being regular shots, and the other being panoramic shots. Back then when panoramic cameras were very popular and very expensive, Vivitar came out with an economical alternative to panoramic cameras. Some would refer to it as a "fake panorama" camera just because it wasn't a swing lens system.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQe3glsJ0IoCRGt4kpKk_Hu4wD4Q1ERWkpfGhKCi-PxT9oLt-13i4CEFr087AvD4jRB_TuWF6JMMMgoKFzdkYU7vlOE6aODFA8HnfyKuPHi1VH4LGfpPNe3WdJ3VI1U8bPzM5j7Qx-xmVH/s1600-h/pano2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQe3glsJ0IoCRGt4kpKk_Hu4wD4Q1ERWkpfGhKCi-PxT9oLt-13i4CEFr087AvD4jRB_TuWF6JMMMgoKFzdkYU7vlOE6aODFA8HnfyKuPHi1VH4LGfpPNe3WdJ3VI1U8bPzM5j7Qx-xmVH/s320/pano2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433733947022559698" /></a><br /><br />The vivitar clone that I found is an <span style="font-weight:bold;">Octopus PN 919 S</span>. <br />Everything about was so similar to the Vivitar PN2011, except for the brand name, and color scheme. I was so psyched about this because finally I saw this camera readily available within my reach, both distribution and price wise. I ordered 5 of them, and one of them I gave it to my friend, an overdue birthday gift. Why did I buy a lot? Some for experiments, and some to sell back at my hometown, Philippines.<br /><br />I did a test roll when I received the package. I'm just waiting for the scans.<br />I also just pimped up the Octopus PN 919 S earlier this evening, I modified it to have a "multiple exposure" switch. Which I now call the camera, <span style="font-weight:bold;">Octopus Panorampler</span>! Why? Because I can shoot in 3 modes, 1 regular, 1 panoramic, and the last being multi-exposed! Also!! The switch is in a form a "ripcord", just pull the keychain attached to the thread attached to the shutter cocking mechanism thingy, wait for the click, VOILA! You're ready to re-expose your shot!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhxUYHmIingTYDQzCj0-Enr2IT2GvfqBfY3c6WHfTvt5mqDkLgs1PchmAD8krF4ddu3rj7pcYfgoRFbg5wCQegsdtc-ISU1pZGBdLzncokj6NVFC3AsUdTTvUbMl4aToAwP0aCRnwHkRAb/s1600-h/pano.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhxUYHmIingTYDQzCj0-Enr2IT2GvfqBfY3c6WHfTvt5mqDkLgs1PchmAD8krF4ddu3rj7pcYfgoRFbg5wCQegsdtc-ISU1pZGBdLzncokj6NVFC3AsUdTTvUbMl4aToAwP0aCRnwHkRAb/s320/pano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433734238443852754" /></a><br />I'll have lots of fun with my new Octopus Panorampler, and the modification was so much easier than I thought, good thing I decided to kick myself out of lazy ass hour.<br />Now to test out this baby with the new feature! I'll be putting in a black and white film since there's an ongoing competition for "fake panorama" cameras this month by a local toycam community.<br /><br />Lomo on! Analog Love forever!Cinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-60711257255323517822010-01-24T18:42:00.000-08:002010-01-24T18:49:06.197-08:00I'm just an intern<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV2f-IwRpTFc10-yYNVHUUq26uX52aMu57zFyUDFzFfsQEQzgxGTB2VJ8oJNwHFGFHIWd6cghryOlEsQlJ-DZgncE7iZLmHCulZ4C4hND9ik7aznslTPeF4fNnAjGnX-sBkvaAoIzTNQ1h/s1600-h/Untitled-Scanned-21.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV2f-IwRpTFc10-yYNVHUUq26uX52aMu57zFyUDFzFfsQEQzgxGTB2VJ8oJNwHFGFHIWd6cghryOlEsQlJ-DZgncE7iZLmHCulZ4C4hND9ik7aznslTPeF4fNnAjGnX-sBkvaAoIzTNQ1h/s320/Untitled-Scanned-21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430503928486908882" /></a><br />Last week I started interning at a local advertising agency here in Jakarta. Out of the 4 days I came to work (yes, i said work, feels good and weird at the same time) I've only received 4 tasks, and enjoyed doing 3. Because the last task I had required me to write in Bahasa Indonesia, and I had a hard time doing that because I was not connected online, therefore not being able to use google translate...shhh! I'm interning as a copywriter, so far it is what I imagined, and i like it because it is a challenge which I know will help me in the future.<br />Its Monday, I came in quarter to 9am, and there was a handful of employees in the office. I wish I can come at 10am just to get a couple more snoozes, but I won't do that...I'm just an intern.<br />2nd week of internship! Let's all have a fun monday!Cinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-68331528328399282262010-01-15T23:19:00.000-08:002010-01-15T23:22:24.762-08:00Morning view<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisCdHTz7nA1CkHAPjWcFR12sTxIuEvrwfY7gQN8enC4wUsjJXgh9lxqKOGSMYAMDC1j2S7vuS8XdwHBkOr4Q9Xsaf8DUxCf_FnUaUTw4Ij5nwieMq5Vw4XzLiHwhpmRB6AFMJ9cNs4GaO1/s1600-h/Print0004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisCdHTz7nA1CkHAPjWcFR12sTxIuEvrwfY7gQN8enC4wUsjJXgh9lxqKOGSMYAMDC1j2S7vuS8XdwHBkOr4Q9Xsaf8DUxCf_FnUaUTw4Ij5nwieMq5Vw4XzLiHwhpmRB6AFMJ9cNs4GaO1/s320/Print0004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427234245890986658" /></a><br /><br />i miss mornings like this. wanting to wake up early just to see the sun and look as far as you can. where time is on your side because not everyone has a chance to do this each waking day. sad to leave you.Cinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-75178395858633043652010-01-13T10:50:00.000-08:002010-01-13T11:00:58.666-08:00Did I mention that I am a Lomographer?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNr5aQmI1Y96rVUOg9P4gRLRXZPmlUnJDgyNSzYBgl9Fo9d_gdoCeQnq6aoAuZhFs2GtKSUr4GIFG4K_s0Q3ALe0ogj3COgI-ZI8a9ehIv4vZl3tRdBXkxqydeNLBjTEZf3JLdcc9dwYrR/s1600-h/r001-038.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNr5aQmI1Y96rVUOg9P4gRLRXZPmlUnJDgyNSzYBgl9Fo9d_gdoCeQnq6aoAuZhFs2GtKSUr4GIFG4K_s0Q3ALe0ogj3COgI-ZI8a9ehIv4vZl3tRdBXkxqydeNLBjTEZf3JLdcc9dwYrR/s320/r001-038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426300466600353794" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.lomography.com/homes/cinzinc/photos"><br />my lomographs<br /></a>Cinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-33470787773727983582009-11-15T08:42:00.000-08:002009-11-15T09:08:56.482-08:00I wish I knew"I love you for who you are and not who you wish you were<br />My love for you is enough to keep us together<br />I can't complain of where we are right now<br />I'm glad you're with me, I don't know what my life would be like if it wasn't for you<br />You don't have to say anything, words can't explain this feeling<br />There's nothing about you I'd change, that's why I fell in love with you<br />Days are clearer knowing you're in my life<br />I don't want to leave you, that would be insane<br />I love you"<br /><br />Looking back on the love I've shared, it was not close to that paragraph.<br />I'm certain that I've said each of those lines, and I was only being honest. But then, over time they just peel apart and it's hard to put it back into its place.<br />I thought those words meant what they were, but then thing's just change, and there was no control over it.<br />It was not in my power to do so because it shouldn't be. Love should not be manipulated, only genuine. I think when love comes, everything should just fall into its place. I'm waiting for that time to come. As much as possible, I don't want it to be moments. I want those moments turned into something that I can have. Not something that I'd look back on and say, that was the time of the relationship where everything just felt so right.<br />If only it was that easy, right? I guess its the journey we have to embark on to reach a love which is truly shared by two and untouched by another. To find love which makes a man and woman want to be with each other for the rest of their life, and more importantly, they know that it is meant for them.<br />Happiness is a goal for almost everyone, and at this time, I hope we all are. I'm smiling.Cinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-45987333995964110352009-10-15T00:40:00.000-07:002009-10-15T01:09:58.929-07:00Nailed to the ground...A bum right now, not by choice...or maybe it is. Fucking hell I have to wait til next September to start my senior year and get my degree. I'm not doing anything right now, except being me and all that comes with me. Ever since I got back from my short vacation, I was ready and excited to being back home. Days went by, I got to catch up with my friends, have some good conversations and just had a nice time being with friends. I was going to look for a job, but since it turns out that my sister wants to take me to where she's living, I decided not to look for a job because it would be at an awkward time. So hopefully i get my ticket by the end of this month to visit my sister. In the month of December I'll be going back to the Philippines to celebrate Christmas and new year. And "they" said I might have a chance to visit my brother in Canada in the month of January. So I'm thinking I'll be back in Jakarta around February. Sounds good for the moment, but let's see how it pans out. <br />Last night I was hanging out with my friends, just chilling at a friends dorm after watching a movie at the mall. I wanted to stay a little longer, but turns out, my family was already looking for me. And I didn't get to reply/call back their buzzes thanks to my very loud and strong vibrating phone. <br />Next day, my mom got home from doing whatever she does in the morning, I look at her, and she goes, "WHAT? YOU! WHAT TIME DID YOU GET HOME?!" I explained myself calmly because I had nothing to hide from what I was doing last night. She's pissed off because apparently I did not tell her where I was going, indeed I did, thus making me confused on why she has to get built up on asking me questions. Then she goes, "well you have to let your dad know where you are going, not just me." So...ummm...it seems like my dad and mom don't talk about me. Why the hell do I have to go through both of you? Aren't you married? Isn't letting one of you know good enough? Anyway, I let my mom know my plans tomorrow, immediately she says I have to let my dad know. I know that, I was just letting you know first because you're right here already. Before my mom left off to go and do whatever busy errands she has, I ask for some cash. I gave her my reason why I need cash, because she asked. She gave me a bill and says that it will do till next week. I protest at how much I'm given, some fucking joke? That's not going to last till next week. That amount only lasts for an hour. So she added a few more, and I'm just like fuck it, I'll take it. And then the never ending complains come running in from her mouth. "You've got to save on money. You're always going out and spending money. Why don't you try and make us (mom and dad) happy?" The last sentence was delivered in a shrinking voice. But I heard that, isn't that the sweetest thing coming from a mother?! I just replied, "So I don't make you happy...ok."<br />It sucks. It really sucks hearing those words. I've been doing so well in my studies, and this is what I get. I'm not fucking around and causing trouble, and in their minds they think I am. All I'm doing is just having a good time with my friends. And the good time I'm having is just pure clean fun, nothing which would get me or my family in trouble or panic. My mom insists on associating money with friends. Fucking hell, you don't put a price tag on you're friends. The money you have does not represent the friends you have. Friends are not bought. My mom and dad also hates the fact that I come home late. Again, there is nothing wrong with what I do when I'm out. For christs sake I'm 21 years old, yet they look at me as some young teenager just realizing what's out there in the world. I just hate that you don't let me be me, I hate how the money you give me is covered in complaints, I hate how I can't be who I really am. Shit, if I could, I'd be living on my own and not give a damn on what you say. Why can't I have my space? Why can't you understand that I am responsible? I really thought I was doing alright for you, but nothing I do is ever enough for you to be happy. You don't love me for who I am, you love me just because I am your son. So you probably don't know who Chino is. All you know is the guy trapped in your house. I'm so tired of trying to please you, I'm so tired of hearing how you want me to be your child. Don't you get tired of repeating yourself? If only you would just let me be, I'd probably...I know I would be much happier.<br />Cheers to that!Cinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-30910751072742840122009-08-27T11:20:00.000-07:002009-08-27T11:33:35.990-07:00Mr.Please-hear-me-out-let-February-be-my-timeDear Mr.To-Whom-It-May-Concern,<br /><br />Please let me leave for UK on February 2010<br />Please don't let me wait till next year<br />Please don't let me start my senior year in September of 2010<br />Please let the possibility of February be 99.9%<br />Please don't make me look for an internship, a job without a bachelors degree<br />Please let me have two options for a university in February<br />Please please please don't make this a false hope<br /><br />The reason why I want, sorry, need to start on February is because I want to get my degree as fast as possible. I don't want to wait until September of 2010 because I'm afraid it'll ruin the flow of my concentration in education. If February is not possible, I'd have to look for a job because I don't want to be doing nothing, and i don't want to burden my parents. I'm not sure if my chances are high of looking for a job, especially at this age of recession. If possible, let me go to Northumbria because I don't have to take an IELTS test. Also, may northumbria have a good course available for the February intake. If it has to be Leeds, then I'd have to take an IELTS test, but I don't mind, just as long as it lets me start in February. Just for the record, this is the first time...first time in a long time wherein I'm asking for something positive from my education.<br /><br />Please let it be February<br />Please hear me out<br />Please make it happen<br /><br />Thank you for your time<br /><br />Sincerely,<br />Mr.Please-hear-me-out-let-February-be-my-timeCinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-2475352458422479842009-08-09T03:32:00.000-07:002009-08-09T03:34:01.935-07:00Rice Crazy<span style="font-weight:bold;">Rice Crazy, a literal translation for "Nasi Gila"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Saturday Morning</span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">1:30am</span> - craves for food, craves for street food, craves for food other than fast food<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">1:31am</span>- its still pouring outside, steps out for some air<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">1:35am</span> - blurts out "Dayum I'm hungry" Karl goes, *you wanna eat gesture, with matching arm movements as if holding a spoon and fork, and wears a big smile<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">1:40</span> - we hit the spot, the man is still serving to people, and we know that the food has got to be good<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Here we go!</span><br />And so we decide to have our Rice Crazy! i mean, our Crazy Rice!<br />The rice which is crazy and makes us crazy for rice!<br /><br />This was different from all Nasi Gila's I've ever eaten. The rice was white, usually it is served similar to Fried rice with added toppings which is crazy! Like sausages, fish balls, egg, occasional shrimp, and it goes on! So I'm thinking to myself, each area in the city has their own twist to Rice Crazy or Crazy Rice or the rice which is crazy and makes us crazy for rice!<br />Me and my bro finally sink our mouth into the spoon filled with street goodness (with the cooks dirt all over the kroepek which he grabs a handful and places it on our plate).<br />I had not much clue on what was on my plate because of the low lighted area. But it was good, oh sooo goood!<br />As soon as I was done with my food, I asked my bro if he was down for another round, and another round of Crazy Rice or Rice Crazy or the rice which is crazy and makes us crazy for rice!<br />This time, it was a tad bit spicier than the first plate, but whatever was in there was even more juicier, succulent, it was like a plate of soft pillows which you wont want to leave.<br />That is how good the rice which is crazy and makes us crazy for rice! ummm...you get what I mean!<br />That satisfied my crave for street food, good quality street food. Till now I'm still burping its glory!<br /><br />Just because the cook looks ghetto, don't underestimate the food.<br />If the light comes from an old-skool lamp, then the brightness is in the ingredients.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Lastly, walk if you have to get your fill of good food!</span>Cinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-70859017677684937722009-08-07T04:21:00.000-07:002009-08-07T04:27:02.631-07:00its been awhileits been so long since i've written anything. <br />i wanna write, but nothing really to write about.<br />so this will be a little start off to the get off<br />weirdCinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-15144748697899952542009-05-20T10:27:00.000-07:002009-05-20T10:28:28.600-07:00UntitledA tear falls with letters of love<br /><br />Words spoken with a weight of care<br /><br />Voices heard through distorted tones<br /><br />Emotions hidden in regret of confusion<br /><br />A touch felt through sincere honesty<br /><br />Expressions without a thought<br /><br />A prediction sneaking from another moment<br /><br />A past meant to realize<br /><br />Adjustments failing to be played<br /><br />A time for a moment<br /><br />Scars for life<br /><br />Confusion leads to no solution<br /><br />Decisions made to be carried without doubt<br /><br />Satisfaction short of recognition<br /><br />Blinded by hope, hopeful by sight<br /><br />I am nothing, yet I walk as though I have a mission<br /><br />Life given to me does not shout of cheers<br /><br />But it screams of whisper<br /><br />Oceans will roar<br /><br />A vision of freedom, yet a cry of help<br /><br />Clueless yet knows another has a better plan<br /><br />If so, why is there questions of a needed answer<br /><br />If fault is upon, then punishment must be delivered<br /><br />Have time as a second and not a year<br /><br />Smiles should be shared and sadness will be automaticCinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-29643629500558654402009-05-07T11:32:00.001-07:002009-05-07T11:33:47.244-07:00careless w[his]perYou leave me out on so much<br /><br />I get laughed at, teased at<br /><br />All I try to do is praise you<br /><br />When I dont, the slightest words bring you dark clouds<br /><br />Sometimes I just need your maturity<br /><br />But you treat it as if I want a change of heart<br /><br />I get sarcastic, you dont know when I am<br /><br />You are unfair and I dislike it<br /><br />I always have to submit to your needs<br /><br />But I am returned with little<br /><br />Mail boxes are referred to when a serious conversation is needed<br /><br />Vocals just take you back to your little cave<br /><br />I get left hanging when you insist you wont do that<br /><br />You cant change the smallest things<br /><br />You leave me with little to do<br /><br />What do you have for me when im doing everything?<br /><br />When you put on that face, I have to be worn with guilt and pretendCinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-6352877894247212332009-03-29T11:12:00.000-07:002009-03-29T11:32:50.384-07:00Cut me LooseAlright. So here i go. Lately, I've been realizing, knowing, feeling, that as I grow older, the more I lose, more is lost, more is gone. It's such a let down knowing that it's happening to me. Because I don't want to lose them in my life. It just happens, I want to make things work out for me, but it seems like it's just meant to happen. I realize I'm losing my friends. All the friends I've had before are still there, but not how they were before. I miss them so much because I miss them. Being with them allows me to behave the way I am. They make me who I am. But without my friends, I'm just a person living on earth with nothing to hold on to. Nothing to laugh for, and nothing to get excited for. Yes, we might have our own significant other, but it's not like your significant other makes you behave the way you really are with your friends. My friends are far away, when we talk, it's great because there's no awkward gap or whatsoever, but it just sucks that you can't be around them when you instantly want to. Not like how it was before. Like i said earlier, as I grow older, the more I lose. It's not lost because there was a fault, but lost because of the circumstances. If only I could have them where I am, it's not an act of selfishness, but I'm a guy that wants to keep all his friendships alive, strong, and continually growing memories. You know what, I try as much to keep those bonds strong, but it's hard to keep it strong when the other side can't make it happen. It's just so dragging to do, and you come to realize it won't mean much if the other doesn't try. I just miss you. I miss those times of hanging out. I think I'm getting lonely, I don't want to get older with friends i just barely met. What the hell is that? I can't really be satisfied with that. It's just a substitute not good enough to live on. Lately my weekends have been good, but it would be better with friends I truly am comfortable with. College friends? They are fake, their culture is just so...i don't know, maybe two-faced? Good friends I have here, they're somewhere else in a different country, or either too busy with their other plans. Like I said, I try to make it happen, but the other side can't. I just miss my friends, I miss being with them. If things don't get better with them later on this year, then probably it would have to be my turn to be the "other side". I miss you all, I need that solid time with you all. I'm happy right now, but I would be happier with my friends right now.Cinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171539211485065609.post-70774185319431840332009-03-12T10:02:00.000-07:002009-03-12T10:06:33.755-07:00It is what it is<span style="font-weight:bold;">I am going to love you the longest I can<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">L</span> is for the Love we share<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">O</span> is for the One woman i want to be with<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">V</span> is for the Very true love i give to you<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">E</span> is for Everything you are to me<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">P</span> is for the Puzzles you put me through<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">R</span> is for the Rock n Roll times we've had<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I</span> is for the Interesting times we find out about each other<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">S</span> is for how Sweet & Sexy you are<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">K</span> is for Keeping me no matter what I do<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">A</span> is for the Adoration that you give me.</span>Cinzinchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01731353894186193777noreply@blogger.com1