I was thinking of writing some sort of epilogue to my travelogue, but that might take a bit more time. I need to go through the photos first. The final photo count is 2001 shots over 11 days -- 6.7 GB of jpeg images at maximum resolution. I'm not that crazy. Wedding photographers typically shoot up to 1000 shots in half a day.
I went to hear Joni Eareckson Tada speak at Wisma Eagles earlier this evening. What an inspiring message of perseverance and purpose in the midst of suffering. She is a living example of joy and strength overcoming depression and disability. Despite being a quadriplegic after a spinal injury in her teens left her totally paralysed from the neck down, she has risen above the gloom of self-pity and bitterness, and radiates an inner joy and abundance of life.
It is when we are weak that God can truly display His strength. The rest of the time we are just too caught up in our human pride and self-sufficiency that we think we can live without God. Joni reminded us that God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble (James 4:6 and 1 Peter 5:5).
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose (Romans 8:28). In ALL things. Good and bad things.
Well, for me, "all things" includes being hit from behind by an Altis. And most ironically, it happened as I was on my way TO Joni's talk. Argghhh. It was along Jalan Tujuan right after the Kesas flyover into USJ. Sigh. I was stuck in the usual stop-and-go USJ crawl. I braked because the car in front of me braked (like, duh). Obviously the guy behind wasn't paying attention, because I heard a loud "thud", the car got thrown forward a bit, some of my CDs were strewn out of their rack, and for the first time in my life, the inevitable happened... my car was rear-ended by an Altis driven by a Mr K. He was nice enough to get down and assess the damage. In order not to hold up the traffic, we pulled over to the inner road in USJ 2. It turns out Mr K lives in USJ 2, of all places. I think he was trying to change lanes to get home when he hit me, coz the right front of his car hit the left rear of my car. My car bumper was pushed in a little. The lights were not broken, but it's a bit loose now. The boot lid looks OK. The left rear fender is probably knocked slightly out, coz the gap between the boot and the sill on the left is wider than on the other side. Sigh. It's no consolation that Mr K thinks his car sustained more damage. Credit to Toyota though, nothing external was broken on both cars.
I got Mr K's number and address. He offered to pay for the repair (yeah, like, he has a choice?!). It was too dark to fully inspect the damage. I hope there's no major internal damage. The car is just 7 months and 2 days old... Tomorrow I'll see what the mechanic can do. I am a bit wary of getting the entire bumper resprayed... unless he can do a good job of matching the colour. You know, sometimes a cheapskate touch-up is worse than just leaving a few scratches alone. Mr K hopes that the repair bill won't be too high. I just hope he learns his lesson. I guess this is part of life. I just didn't expect to happen to me. What an irony. First, I got whacked, and then I got to hear a sermon on enduring hardships. Sigh. Amen.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
3rd Floor, Atlanta Room
In case any of you were ever in doubt about whether I'm on holiday or actually attending the workshop, I hereby attach a photograph as evidence that I was/am in the room participating in the workshop. I'm sorry my face is not in the picture, since I took the picture. You just gotta trust me. The instructors are the world experts on the program. They can program in C++ and Fortran, and understand all those complex chemistry equations and models. They speak in acronyms. And they are funny too. They might have PhDs from Princeton, but I wouldn't know unless I ask them, because they go by first name basis. Such are Americans.
Peachtree Street at noon on Monday
Peachtree Street at noon on MondayTuesday, July 24, 2007
Martin Luther King Jr, 1929-1968
On Sunday I went to visit the neighbourhood where Martin Luther King Jr (MLK Jr) grew up. The son of a Baptist preacher, ML, as he was fondly called, earned his PhD in Systematic Theology from Boston University in 1955, but even before that, he already began serving as pastor at Dexter Avenue Baptist Church in Montgomery, Alabama, in 1953 at the age of 24.
MLK Jr was the leader of the civil rights movement fighting for equality of all races, the right to vote and work, and abolition of racial discrimination. MLK Jr organized and led marches for blacks' right to vote, desegregation, labor rights and other basic civil rights. Most of these rights were successfully enacted into United States law with the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Voting Rights Act of 1965. In 1964 he became the youngest recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize for his leading of the non-violent resistance to end racial prejudice in the United States. He also opposed the Vietnam War. He was assassinated on April 4, 1968 in Memphis, Tennessee.
Ebenezer Baptist Church where MLK Jr's father was pastor. MLK Jr later returned in 1960 to co-pastor this church with father.
I heard part of a sermon by MLK Jr last Sunday. The building is now a National Historical Site managed by the National Parks Service. They play recorded sermons of MLK Jr throughout the day. He was a fiery preacher.
Names of church members who donated money to build the church in 1922, before MLK Jr was born.
The tomb of Martin Luther King Jr (1929-1968) and his wife Coretta Scott King (1927-2006)
A display of MLK Jr's personal belongings.
Dr Martin Luther King Jr was influenced by Gandhi's principle of non-violent persuasion and civil disobedience, and by Henry Thoreau's essay On the Duty of Civil Disobedience.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character
MLK Jr's delivered his famous I Have a Dream speech on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial to more than 200,000 civil rights supporters on August 28, 1963 during the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom, which was a defining moment in the American Civil Rights Movement. The speech ranks as the greatest American speech of the 20th century.
Auburn Avenue, where MLK Jr grew up
This road is named in honour of MLK Jr. The USA has very few public holidays, yet one of the national holidays is Martin Luther King Jr Day celebrated on the third Monday of January. A fitting tribute to a man who shaped modern American history.
This is Auburn Avenue further down from from MLK Jr's neighbourhood. Auburn Avenue passes through a semi-ghetto between downtown and the MLK Jr historical site. There were gangsta-looking youths loitering around... for a while I thought I was in the wrong place, coz the tourist guide told me to walk straight down Auburn Ave... I mean, that's like DBKL telling foreign tourists to walk down Chow Kit in order to get to PWTC. If I had known earlier I just might have tried taking an alternative parallel route. Anyway, nothing happened to me except that on the way to the MLK Jr historical site I had to pay off another homeless man by the name of Michael who self-appointed himself as my "tour guide". Now I'm more aware of their tactics. At first I thought they were just being helpful, but how naive of me to assume that that was all they wanted to do. Wikipedia has a summary of this practice called panhandling, which is American-speak for begging. I should have read this earlier. But then, I would rather err on the side of charity than on the side of doubt. It's better to have a false positive result than a false negative...?
And this is Joe. He's 60 (so he says), and his wife is 59 (so he says), and they live under this Interstate 75 overpass (which means flyover in English-speak). He "bumped" into me as I was walking back from the MLK historical site. As you can see, I was in no danger. But I was beginning to get a bit tired of being Jabatan Kebajikan Negeri Georgia (Is there a neon sign over my head?!). I have a compassionate *ahem* heart but I was starting to think whether I should strategically avoid such street people. It's hard to say no to them once they've started talking. And they have various strategies to hook you, e.g. asking if you need help and offering before you even get to say anything (see the Wikipedia link). And I can't afford to keep donating Malaysian Ringgit-converted US dollars, even if it's just a little here and there. Well, so I made Joe work a bit for his dinner (how cruel of me). I asked him to "escort" me a few more blocks down the street, past the semi-ghetto area where some young gangstas were hanging out. He said he is a Christian, and that my reward is in heaven. Amen. And he don't got no job coz he old, and he don't got no education, and ain't nobody gonna hire him, yo. So how could I say no to him? I just hope he bought dinner for his wife and himself, and did not spend the few dollars on drugs or booze. He looked pretty bona fide to me. But it was sad to see that part of this area so near downtown was still so economically and socially depressed. A bit like Chow Kit in KL, but not that bad, I think. Every city has its dark side, even a former Olympic host like Atlanta. From my hotel window I can see some homeless people sleeping on the sidewalk across the road. And so the struggle for socio-economic justice continues... in the land of the free.
MLK Jr was the leader of the civil rights movement fighting for equality of all races, the right to vote and work, and abolition of racial discrimination. MLK Jr organized and led marches for blacks' right to vote, desegregation, labor rights and other basic civil rights. Most of these rights were successfully enacted into United States law with the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Voting Rights Act of 1965. In 1964 he became the youngest recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize for his leading of the non-violent resistance to end racial prejudice in the United States. He also opposed the Vietnam War. He was assassinated on April 4, 1968 in Memphis, Tennessee.
Ebenezer Baptist Church where MLK Jr's father was pastor. MLK Jr later returned in 1960 to co-pastor this church with father.
I heard part of a sermon by MLK Jr last Sunday. The building is now a National Historical Site managed by the National Parks Service. They play recorded sermons of MLK Jr throughout the day. He was a fiery preacher.
Names of church members who donated money to build the church in 1922, before MLK Jr was born.
The tomb of Martin Luther King Jr (1929-1968) and his wife Coretta Scott King (1927-2006)
A display of MLK Jr's personal belongings.
Dr Martin Luther King Jr was influenced by Gandhi's principle of non-violent persuasion and civil disobedience, and by Henry Thoreau's essay On the Duty of Civil Disobedience.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their characterMLK Jr's delivered his famous I Have a Dream speech on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial to more than 200,000 civil rights supporters on August 28, 1963 during the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom, which was a defining moment in the American Civil Rights Movement. The speech ranks as the greatest American speech of the 20th century.
MLK Jr's birth place, January 15, 1929
Paying tribute
Auburn Avenue, where MLK Jr grew up
This road is named in honour of MLK Jr. The USA has very few public holidays, yet one of the national holidays is Martin Luther King Jr Day celebrated on the third Monday of January. A fitting tribute to a man who shaped modern American history.
This is Auburn Avenue further down from from MLK Jr's neighbourhood. Auburn Avenue passes through a semi-ghetto between downtown and the MLK Jr historical site. There were gangsta-looking youths loitering around... for a while I thought I was in the wrong place, coz the tourist guide told me to walk straight down Auburn Ave... I mean, that's like DBKL telling foreign tourists to walk down Chow Kit in order to get to PWTC. If I had known earlier I just might have tried taking an alternative parallel route. Anyway, nothing happened to me except that on the way to the MLK Jr historical site I had to pay off another homeless man by the name of Michael who self-appointed himself as my "tour guide". Now I'm more aware of their tactics. At first I thought they were just being helpful, but how naive of me to assume that that was all they wanted to do. Wikipedia has a summary of this practice called panhandling, which is American-speak for begging. I should have read this earlier. But then, I would rather err on the side of charity than on the side of doubt. It's better to have a false positive result than a false negative...?
And this is Joe. He's 60 (so he says), and his wife is 59 (so he says), and they live under this Interstate 75 overpass (which means flyover in English-speak). He "bumped" into me as I was walking back from the MLK historical site. As you can see, I was in no danger. But I was beginning to get a bit tired of being Jabatan Kebajikan Negeri Georgia (Is there a neon sign over my head?!). I have a compassionate *ahem* heart but I was starting to think whether I should strategically avoid such street people. It's hard to say no to them once they've started talking. And they have various strategies to hook you, e.g. asking if you need help and offering before you even get to say anything (see the Wikipedia link). And I can't afford to keep donating Malaysian Ringgit-converted US dollars, even if it's just a little here and there. Well, so I made Joe work a bit for his dinner (how cruel of me). I asked him to "escort" me a few more blocks down the street, past the semi-ghetto area where some young gangstas were hanging out. He said he is a Christian, and that my reward is in heaven. Amen. And he don't got no job coz he old, and he don't got no education, and ain't nobody gonna hire him, yo. So how could I say no to him? I just hope he bought dinner for his wife and himself, and did not spend the few dollars on drugs or booze. He looked pretty bona fide to me. But it was sad to see that part of this area so near downtown was still so economically and socially depressed. A bit like Chow Kit in KL, but not that bad, I think. Every city has its dark side, even a former Olympic host like Atlanta. From my hotel window I can see some homeless people sleeping on the sidewalk across the road. And so the struggle for socio-economic justice continues... in the land of the free.Hello?
To make my journey more interesting, I decided to take a series of photos of telephones... and now to make your life more interesting (as if it isn't already), I've put them up here and you can guess where they are located. Happy guessing!
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Sunday, July 22, 2007
134 Peachtree Street
New York has Broadway, LA has Sunset Boulevard, Singapore has Orchard Road, KL has Jalan Tunku Abdul Rahman, and Atlanta has Peachtree Street. I quote from the Where magazine on Atlanta, "Peachtree has become a long way from its humble beginnings as a dusty trail leading European traders and gold-differs to and from a Creek Indian settlement by the Chattahoochee River. Over the years, it has blossomed from a fashionable little main street of stately residences into a diverse mix of towering skyscrapers, upscale hotels, shops, apartments, condos and lofts, chic eateries, nightspots and art centers -- a world of modern urbanity coexisting peacefully with proud relics from the past kept safe by the Atlanta Preservation Center."
Jet lag hit me a bit late yesterday. After a long long journey from KL to Atlanta, I finally made my way from Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport, I got an early check-in at 8AM. After settling in I went for the complimentary American (what else?) breakfast which ends at 10AM. At that point, all the blood rushed to my stomach and then I realized that my body was still in a different time zone, regardless of what I was trying to tell myself. Atlanta is exactly 12 hours behind KL. I ended up sleeping the Saturday afternoon because it was nighttime back home.
Some hassles about time zones:
1. I have to reset the time on my watch, mobile phone, camera, laptop computer and this blog every time I cross time zones. I especially made sure I reset my watch at LA (so that I wouldn't miss my connecting flight) and then reset again at Atlanta. Well, those of you frequent travellers might probably be thinking what the big deal is. See, I haven't crossed a time zone in 9 years, so this is a big deal to me. Oh wait, Chiang Mai and Bali are 1 hour behind KL, but they don't really count coz it's just 1 hour.
2. My watch has a day and date change mechanism that changes the date at midnight KL time. So now, it's changing the day and date at noon Atlanta time and I don't think I can do anything to fix it.
Oh yea, at LAX I had my first taste of the famous US Dept of Homeland Security, Transportation Security Administration's super strict security checks. Shoes must be taken off and scanned. Laptops must be taken out and tested. I took off my belt. I basically took off everything that might remotely contain metal. But they didn't ask me to start the laptop computer. They didn't look at my small bag of LAGs (liquids, aerosols and gels). They basically ignored me after I walked through the metal detector, whereas I saw some other people who went through further checks after passing through. Did I look that innocent/harmless or what? I saw some people's handbags being subject to testing by gas ionizing detectors after going through the X-ray. Looks like they are dead serious about detecting chemicals and explosives.
So, now I'm at a hotel on Peachtree Street, the famous Atlanta street. It was eerily quiet when I stepped out of the MARTA station just across the road from the hotel. Extremely convenient. It's even nearer than from KLCC LRT station to KLCC.
Some interesting observations here... Atlanta is home to two of the most famous American brands in the world -- Coca-Cola and CNN. Yet, downtown Atlanta is pretty small, all within walkable distance. I can see the CNN Center, Georgia Aquarium and World of Coca-Cola right from my window on the 18th floor.
Another interesting fact about Georgia state: It is the home of golf in the US -- The prestigious US Masters is held at the Augusta National golf course every year.
It's funny listening to Jet Li speaking Spanish in his movies on TV.
KLIA
Leaving the west coast of Peninsular Malaysia, somewhere over southern Pahang
Clouds in motion
Somewhere over the South China Sea
Sunset on the approach to Taipei
Aboriginal Taiwanese sculptures
Twilight zone over the northern Pacific Ocean east of Japan... high above the clouds... I felt like I was on a spaceship... so serene
Sunrise over the Pacific
Somewhere over the Pacific... as we flew into the rising sun the sunrays became so blindingly intense that all the window shades had to be shut... it was also sleep time for most of the passengers, since it was already night time according to our biological clocks
Somewhere over northern California... earlier, the window shade was down, so I missed the landfall on the west coast of the USA
Making a steep bank to the right on the final approach to LAX... downtown LA is shrouded by mist/smog... in the evening.
Touchdown LAX!
LAX is a busy airport... there were planes taking off and landing all around us... flying over California, I also saw other planes flying in the sky nearby... it was a bit unnerving at first, coz I'm not used to seeing other aircraft in the sky at the same time as me... but I guess the air traffic control knows what they are doing.
Our gate at the terminal was occupied, so we got sent to a remote gate far away from the main terminal... it's like a low cost terminal, but with air-conditioned aerobridges.
Took a bus back to the Tom Bradley International Terminal
Getting in line at the Customs and Border Protection (CPB) a.k.a. immigration. The international terminal is under renovation, so space is constrained. The majority of CPB officers were non-white Americans. Their names were Jang, Afzal, Pangpang, and the like. The guy who processed my entry was Nguyen. I think the US government is really trying to project a more familiar international face. There was an amusing interaction between one of the few white officers and an elderly Taiwanese couple who looked like they didn't understand English. The officer had to use sign language and physically "assist" the Taiwanese man to remove his hat and glasses for the photo-taking by the camera.
You know you're in America when you see one of these
Civic powered by Compressed Natural Gas... California takes their air pollution control very seriously
Checking in a surf board to Jamaica
LAX Terminal 5 by night
'nuf said
Gate 57 Terminal 5 LAX for Delta Airlines
Baggage reclaim at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport
MARTA station at Atlanta Airport... at 7:15AM
MARTA Peachtree Center underground station
Very long escalator up to ground level
The first person I met in downtown Atlanta, the moment I exited the MARTA station... his name is Shorty... he's 51, homeless, very friendly... he gave me a running commentary of downtown... I think he would make a good tour guide.
Peachtree Street at 8 o'clock on Saturday morning... where is everyone??!
My hotel
Historic fire hydrant, the site of the first demonstration of the city's water system on September 11, 1895
PEARL JM
Historic Candler Building
Poser in the lift... I mean, elevator.
View from my room... downtown isn't very big
CNN Center
Sunset views from my window
Atlanta pasar malam raising funds for charity
U want 1?
Horse carriage ride for tourists
Hard Rock vs Hooters
Hard Rock Cafe Atlanta
A dude getting his BMW towed by the police for illegal parking
This Hummer stretched limo can take 18 persons legally
Atlanta police bike
Homeless guy sleeping on the sidewalk... it was close to midnight, time for me to scoot back to the hotel... I didn't feel in danger out on the streets... there were police officers around... and local guys cruising in their fast cars (19 inch chrome wheels are in fashion) but I didn't wanna take any chances anyway.
Jet lag hit me a bit late yesterday. After a long long journey from KL to Atlanta, I finally made my way from Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport, I got an early check-in at 8AM. After settling in I went for the complimentary American (what else?) breakfast which ends at 10AM. At that point, all the blood rushed to my stomach and then I realized that my body was still in a different time zone, regardless of what I was trying to tell myself. Atlanta is exactly 12 hours behind KL. I ended up sleeping the Saturday afternoon because it was nighttime back home.
Some hassles about time zones:
1. I have to reset the time on my watch, mobile phone, camera, laptop computer and this blog every time I cross time zones. I especially made sure I reset my watch at LA (so that I wouldn't miss my connecting flight) and then reset again at Atlanta. Well, those of you frequent travellers might probably be thinking what the big deal is. See, I haven't crossed a time zone in 9 years, so this is a big deal to me. Oh wait, Chiang Mai and Bali are 1 hour behind KL, but they don't really count coz it's just 1 hour.
2. My watch has a day and date change mechanism that changes the date at midnight KL time. So now, it's changing the day and date at noon Atlanta time and I don't think I can do anything to fix it.
Oh yea, at LAX I had my first taste of the famous US Dept of Homeland Security, Transportation Security Administration's super strict security checks. Shoes must be taken off and scanned. Laptops must be taken out and tested. I took off my belt. I basically took off everything that might remotely contain metal. But they didn't ask me to start the laptop computer. They didn't look at my small bag of LAGs (liquids, aerosols and gels). They basically ignored me after I walked through the metal detector, whereas I saw some other people who went through further checks after passing through. Did I look that innocent/harmless or what? I saw some people's handbags being subject to testing by gas ionizing detectors after going through the X-ray. Looks like they are dead serious about detecting chemicals and explosives.
So, now I'm at a hotel on Peachtree Street, the famous Atlanta street. It was eerily quiet when I stepped out of the MARTA station just across the road from the hotel. Extremely convenient. It's even nearer than from KLCC LRT station to KLCC.
Some interesting observations here... Atlanta is home to two of the most famous American brands in the world -- Coca-Cola and CNN. Yet, downtown Atlanta is pretty small, all within walkable distance. I can see the CNN Center, Georgia Aquarium and World of Coca-Cola right from my window on the 18th floor.
Another interesting fact about Georgia state: It is the home of golf in the US -- The prestigious US Masters is held at the Augusta National golf course every year.
It's funny listening to Jet Li speaking Spanish in his movies on TV.
KLIA
Leaving the west coast of Peninsular Malaysia, somewhere over southern Pahang
Clouds in motion
Somewhere over the South China Sea
Sunset on the approach to Taipei
Aboriginal Taiwanese sculptures
Twilight zone over the northern Pacific Ocean east of Japan... high above the clouds... I felt like I was on a spaceship... so serene
Sunrise over the Pacific
Somewhere over the Pacific... as we flew into the rising sun the sunrays became so blindingly intense that all the window shades had to be shut... it was also sleep time for most of the passengers, since it was already night time according to our biological clocks
Somewhere over northern California... earlier, the window shade was down, so I missed the landfall on the west coast of the USA
Making a steep bank to the right on the final approach to LAX... downtown LA is shrouded by mist/smog... in the evening.
Touchdown LAX!
LAX is a busy airport... there were planes taking off and landing all around us... flying over California, I also saw other planes flying in the sky nearby... it was a bit unnerving at first, coz I'm not used to seeing other aircraft in the sky at the same time as me... but I guess the air traffic control knows what they are doing.
Our gate at the terminal was occupied, so we got sent to a remote gate far away from the main terminal... it's like a low cost terminal, but with air-conditioned aerobridges.
Took a bus back to the Tom Bradley International Terminal
Getting in line at the Customs and Border Protection (CPB) a.k.a. immigration. The international terminal is under renovation, so space is constrained. The majority of CPB officers were non-white Americans. Their names were Jang, Afzal, Pangpang, and the like. The guy who processed my entry was Nguyen. I think the US government is really trying to project a more familiar international face. There was an amusing interaction between one of the few white officers and an elderly Taiwanese couple who looked like they didn't understand English. The officer had to use sign language and physically "assist" the Taiwanese man to remove his hat and glasses for the photo-taking by the camera.
You know you're in America when you see one of these
Civic powered by Compressed Natural Gas... California takes their air pollution control very seriously
Checking in a surf board to Jamaica
LAX Terminal 5 by night
'nuf said
Gate 57 Terminal 5 LAX for Delta Airlines
Baggage reclaim at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport
MARTA station at Atlanta Airport... at 7:15AM
MARTA Peachtree Center underground station
Very long escalator up to ground level
The first person I met in downtown Atlanta, the moment I exited the MARTA station... his name is Shorty... he's 51, homeless, very friendly... he gave me a running commentary of downtown... I think he would make a good tour guide.
Peachtree Street at 8 o'clock on Saturday morning... where is everyone??!
My hotel
Historic fire hydrant, the site of the first demonstration of the city's water system on September 11, 1895
PEARL JM
Historic Candler Building
Poser in the lift... I mean, elevator.
View from my room... downtown isn't very big
CNN Center
Sunset views from my window
Atlanta pasar malam raising funds for charity
U want 1?
Horse carriage ride for tourists
Hard Rock vs Hooters
Hard Rock Cafe Atlanta
A dude getting his BMW towed by the police for illegal parking
This Hummer stretched limo can take 18 persons legally
Atlanta police bike
Homeless guy sleeping on the sidewalk... it was close to midnight, time for me to scoot back to the hotel... I didn't feel in danger out on the streets... there were police officers around... and local guys cruising in their fast cars (19 inch chrome wheels are in fashion) but I didn't wanna take any chances anyway.Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Earth Citizen
Following from Chloe and Nicole, I hereby declare the countries I've visited, or at least set foot on -- UAE and Taiwan were just stopovers in the airport. I've not been to China, only to Hong Kong. The map is a bit misleading -- it colours the entire country regardless of which area you've been to. So even if you've visited just one teeny weeny little village on the border, the whole country will be coloured anyway. Like, I've only been to Bali, but all the Indonesian islands are coloured as if I've also been to Sumatra and Irian Jaya and Sulawesi (how I wish!). Also, the relative sizes of the countries tend to distort the scale of reference. For instance, if you've visited just one city in the US but five cities in the UK, the US would still dominate the map due to its massive size. I wish I could colour the ocean red too. :)
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Lately
What interesting things have been happening lately?
1. Going to Atlanta soon. I've been receiving "orders" to bring back various items from Atlanta, e.g. Taboo game set, something from Victoria's Secret, porn DVD with signature of the actors, a bottle of Atlanta air, glucosamine tablets, music from a not so well-known composer, fridge magnet, photos. Please don't ask me who asked for these items. I do not reveal identities of guilty parties. Besides, some of these things I definitely cannot do. Those that I can, I will try my best. Photos will be the easiest.
2. CopaIBA last Saturday. Woohoo! What a day! Reports here and here. Photos here. The match against Sunway was classic. If there are fewer photos of that game, it's because I was too engrossed by the suspense that I forgot about the camera. This was my first time shooting a sports event with the new camera. Lighting conditions were pretty tricky -- bright background with dim indoor light + super high and dark ceiling + fast-moving action. I ended up using direct flash most of the time, but I was experimenting with various shutter speed and aperture settings, on shutter-priority, aperture-priority and manual modes. I don't think I got it all right, but it's OK for a start. Maybe I should have used a higher ISO and gone without flash. Next time.
3. I attended the public hearing on the proposal by Sime UEP to develop "part" of the Taman Subang Ria. Judging from the responses from the audience, Sime UEP and MPSJ are up against their biggest foe of all time. Subang Jaya folks are not going to take this lying down. One of the residents appointed lawyer Derek Fernandez to argue on his behalf. Dun play-play. Two main objections I have regarding the project are this: (1) the land is zoned for recreation, so Sime UEP has to convert it to commercial and housing first before going ahead with this proposal. The strange thing is that Sime UEP has been holding the title since 1988 -- a case of a private entity owning public property for 20 years!!! This deserves an explanation. (2) The proposed development will "only" take up 25% of the park area. They didn't mention that 50% is water, leaving only 25% of the land left. And out of that 25% remaining land, a big chunk will be taken up for the access road. And mind you, the access road is not primarily for the park. It's for the 3 blocks of 29-storey condos and offices. So despite the promises of upgrading the facilities at the park, and assurances of traffic studies having been carried out, my feeling is that residents are close to 99.9% against the project. Another salient point raised is that the new guideline for open spaces in urban areas is 2 ha per 1000 persons, and no longer the standard 10% of development area. The MPSJ president, Sime UEP boss, Member of Parliament and State Assemblyman present on stage were all put on the hot seat. Let's hope they make the right decision. Perhaps with some advice from the residents.
1. Going to Atlanta soon. I've been receiving "orders" to bring back various items from Atlanta, e.g. Taboo game set, something from Victoria's Secret, porn DVD with signature of the actors, a bottle of Atlanta air, glucosamine tablets, music from a not so well-known composer, fridge magnet, photos. Please don't ask me who asked for these items. I do not reveal identities of guilty parties. Besides, some of these things I definitely cannot do. Those that I can, I will try my best. Photos will be the easiest.
2. CopaIBA last Saturday. Woohoo! What a day! Reports here and here. Photos here. The match against Sunway was classic. If there are fewer photos of that game, it's because I was too engrossed by the suspense that I forgot about the camera. This was my first time shooting a sports event with the new camera. Lighting conditions were pretty tricky -- bright background with dim indoor light + super high and dark ceiling + fast-moving action. I ended up using direct flash most of the time, but I was experimenting with various shutter speed and aperture settings, on shutter-priority, aperture-priority and manual modes. I don't think I got it all right, but it's OK for a start. Maybe I should have used a higher ISO and gone without flash. Next time.
3. I attended the public hearing on the proposal by Sime UEP to develop "part" of the Taman Subang Ria. Judging from the responses from the audience, Sime UEP and MPSJ are up against their biggest foe of all time. Subang Jaya folks are not going to take this lying down. One of the residents appointed lawyer Derek Fernandez to argue on his behalf. Dun play-play. Two main objections I have regarding the project are this: (1) the land is zoned for recreation, so Sime UEP has to convert it to commercial and housing first before going ahead with this proposal. The strange thing is that Sime UEP has been holding the title since 1988 -- a case of a private entity owning public property for 20 years!!! This deserves an explanation. (2) The proposed development will "only" take up 25% of the park area. They didn't mention that 50% is water, leaving only 25% of the land left. And out of that 25% remaining land, a big chunk will be taken up for the access road. And mind you, the access road is not primarily for the park. It's for the 3 blocks of 29-storey condos and offices. So despite the promises of upgrading the facilities at the park, and assurances of traffic studies having been carried out, my feeling is that residents are close to 99.9% against the project. Another salient point raised is that the new guideline for open spaces in urban areas is 2 ha per 1000 persons, and no longer the standard 10% of development area. The MPSJ president, Sime UEP boss, Member of Parliament and State Assemblyman present on stage were all put on the hot seat. Let's hope they make the right decision. Perhaps with some advice from the residents.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Rubbing shoulders, so to speak
I attended a dinner last night at one of the nice hotels in the Klang Valley (OK, so it was the Sunway Lagoon Resort Hotel). I was offered the (free) seat by my friend, whose boss' father had bought one table and needed some willing souls (and stomachs) to fill the gaps. So, I also asked my brother and he gladly said yes too.
Besides the prospect of a big dinner, the other "attraction" was that the event was the Tun Razak Lecture 2007 featuring a speech titled “Recipe for National Unity in a Changing World” by Tun Musa Hitam, former Deputy Prime Minister of Malaysia (many moons ago). You can read one reporter's perspective of the event in The Star.
Being a rather high profile event, the dress code was "lounge suit" or "batik" for men, and for the ladies, the invitation card said, "appropriate". Seriously. I have no idea what "appropriate" is supposed to mean.
We arrived on time. But of course, our stomachs had to endure some waiting, as the VIPs came fashionably late. While waiting in the lobby outside the ballroom, I browsed through a poster exhibition of Tun Abdul Razak's life and career as the second Prime Minister of Malaysia. I found out that he was the prime minister who launched the First Malaysia Plan in December 1965. We are now in the era of the Ninth Malaysia Plan. So that legacy continues.
Slowly more and more guests made their way in. I recognized a number of people, like the bowtie guy, Datuk Seri Abdul Kadir, the former Tourism Minister. I thought I saw a Chief Minister, or ex-Chief Minister but I couldn't recall which state he was from. Or maybe I was plain mistaken. Everyone looked quite important, in their suits and batiks. We went to take our seats. The big shots arrived.
Guess who walked in? None other than Datuk Seri Najib Razak, the current Deputy Prime Minister. Then it occurred to me... Oooh yeea, he is the son of Tun Abdul Razak, so that explains his presence here. The former former Inspector General of Police, Tun Hanif Omar gave the opening address and introduced Tun Musa, like, as if he needed it.
Then the dinner began. It started with satay, which was very tasty. It had an extra strong whiff of serai (lemongrass) that gave it a refreshing aroma. I've never had such sweet satay before. I was secretly hoping the waiter would give me more than the four sticks, but there was a limited supply per table. Oh well. I should be grateful, coz he started by giving only two per person, but since there were three empty seats at the table, there was some extra satay for seconds. Then there was seafood chowder. Then we had the main course(s) which was in "muhibbah" style, i.e. five main dishes served together on the platter. The chicken was good, and so was the beef kurma. While we dined a five-man one-woman Royal Malaysian Police band entertained us with a good repertoire of acoustic melodies. There was a double bass, two classical guitars and three percussionists. They actually sounded very good. I would have bought their CD if it were on sale.
While our forks and spoons were still clanging on the plates Tun Musa took the stage. I confess that I was having some trouble concentrating on his speech and the chicken on my plate at the same time. Tun Musa started off by telling stories about his early life as a young student leader overseas, and his first foray into public administration as assistant district officer in Kluang, where he witnessed the segregation of Malaysian society according to racial lines that defined occupation and geography -- Malays in the rural country, Chinese in the town and Indians in the estates. He then related his experiences with Tun Abdul Razak, and what a exemplary mentor and statesman that Tun Abdul Razak was.
But on the main topic of "National Unity in a Changing World", I'd say, in a nutshell, Tun Musa expressed that he is optimistic about where Malaysia is today and where we'll go in the future. He is confident that Malaysians of all races and walks of life can come together for a brighter future. (Hooray!) Compared to other developing countries, Malaysia has fared better. Our founding government did not squander our natural resources after independence, not like other newly independent countries of that same era. He said that the New Economic Policy (NEP) has done good for the country, and enabled the Malay community to rise up in the educational and economic arena, thus balancing the share of the socio-economic pie. However, he didn't touch on the weaknesses of the NEP, and so did not spice up his speech enough, which is why I found myself drifting away at times. Tun Musa also remarked that he didn't really care about the 30% target for Bumiputra equity ownership. He said "quality" matters more than "quantity" -- 10% high quality is better than 30% low quality. I thought to myself, quantity is an attribute of quality. It's not a simple case of either-or. But if it were, then why was the 30% target set in the first place? He also admitted that he's not a fan of statistics -- statistics can lie, can be manipulated. I rebutted in my mind, "But without statistics, how do we measure anything?" But anyway, I didn't want to pick a fight. :P
Towards the end Tun Musa emphasized on the role of the middle class who played a moderating effect on the socio-political landscape of Malaysia. (Although I was wondering about his definition of "middle class" -- KL middle class is not the same as Kota Baru or Kuala Lipis middle class, though there are similarities). In the end I didn't really get the "recipe" that the title of the lecture alluded to and seemed to promise. Perhaps I was looking for a sophisticated recipe for banana toffee cake with cream but missed the simple cupcake that was being presented. But Tun Musa did ask us to go back and start "cooking". (For another report see The Star.)
After Tun Musa Hitam delivered his speech/lecture, there was a time of question and answer. I was wracking my brain for an incisive question to ask, but other people beat me to it. Well, OK, no, I wasn't really gonna ask a question. I didn't want to create a stir by asking a "sensitive" question in public, what with all the press cameras** zooming in on whoever was holding the microphone. And when Khairy Jamaluddin (KJ @ SIL/son-in-law of our PM) stood up to ask a question, I realized that perhaps I would do the wiser thing and just listen. And finally Zaid Ibrahim of Zaid Ibrahim & Co. stood up to ask a question, which sounded more like a comment rather than a question.
Last night I got within 10 feet of the DPM and Mr. KJ. That's enough shoulder rubbing to last me a while.
** Mostly Canons with 70-200 f2.8 L lenses. And some TV cameras.
p/s Malaysian "Secret Service" agents wear batik. But they have those cool earphones with wires down the collar.
pp/s Datuk Seri Najib and his late dad share some striking similarities in their political careers. Both were Education Minister before. And both have held the concurrent posts of Defence Minister and Deputy Prime Minister. Makes me wonder if the pattern will continue...
Besides the prospect of a big dinner, the other "attraction" was that the event was the Tun Razak Lecture 2007 featuring a speech titled “Recipe for National Unity in a Changing World” by Tun Musa Hitam, former Deputy Prime Minister of Malaysia (many moons ago). You can read one reporter's perspective of the event in The Star.
Being a rather high profile event, the dress code was "lounge suit" or "batik" for men, and for the ladies, the invitation card said, "appropriate". Seriously. I have no idea what "appropriate" is supposed to mean.
We arrived on time. But of course, our stomachs had to endure some waiting, as the VIPs came fashionably late. While waiting in the lobby outside the ballroom, I browsed through a poster exhibition of Tun Abdul Razak's life and career as the second Prime Minister of Malaysia. I found out that he was the prime minister who launched the First Malaysia Plan in December 1965. We are now in the era of the Ninth Malaysia Plan. So that legacy continues.
Slowly more and more guests made their way in. I recognized a number of people, like the bowtie guy, Datuk Seri Abdul Kadir, the former Tourism Minister. I thought I saw a Chief Minister, or ex-Chief Minister but I couldn't recall which state he was from. Or maybe I was plain mistaken. Everyone looked quite important, in their suits and batiks. We went to take our seats. The big shots arrived.
Guess who walked in? None other than Datuk Seri Najib Razak, the current Deputy Prime Minister. Then it occurred to me... Oooh yeea, he is the son of Tun Abdul Razak, so that explains his presence here. The former former Inspector General of Police, Tun Hanif Omar gave the opening address and introduced Tun Musa, like, as if he needed it.
Then the dinner began. It started with satay, which was very tasty. It had an extra strong whiff of serai (lemongrass) that gave it a refreshing aroma. I've never had such sweet satay before. I was secretly hoping the waiter would give me more than the four sticks, but there was a limited supply per table. Oh well. I should be grateful, coz he started by giving only two per person, but since there were three empty seats at the table, there was some extra satay for seconds. Then there was seafood chowder. Then we had the main course(s) which was in "muhibbah" style, i.e. five main dishes served together on the platter. The chicken was good, and so was the beef kurma. While we dined a five-man one-woman Royal Malaysian Police band entertained us with a good repertoire of acoustic melodies. There was a double bass, two classical guitars and three percussionists. They actually sounded very good. I would have bought their CD if it were on sale.
While our forks and spoons were still clanging on the plates Tun Musa took the stage. I confess that I was having some trouble concentrating on his speech and the chicken on my plate at the same time. Tun Musa started off by telling stories about his early life as a young student leader overseas, and his first foray into public administration as assistant district officer in Kluang, where he witnessed the segregation of Malaysian society according to racial lines that defined occupation and geography -- Malays in the rural country, Chinese in the town and Indians in the estates. He then related his experiences with Tun Abdul Razak, and what a exemplary mentor and statesman that Tun Abdul Razak was.
But on the main topic of "National Unity in a Changing World", I'd say, in a nutshell, Tun Musa expressed that he is optimistic about where Malaysia is today and where we'll go in the future. He is confident that Malaysians of all races and walks of life can come together for a brighter future. (Hooray!) Compared to other developing countries, Malaysia has fared better. Our founding government did not squander our natural resources after independence, not like other newly independent countries of that same era. He said that the New Economic Policy (NEP) has done good for the country, and enabled the Malay community to rise up in the educational and economic arena, thus balancing the share of the socio-economic pie. However, he didn't touch on the weaknesses of the NEP, and so did not spice up his speech enough, which is why I found myself drifting away at times. Tun Musa also remarked that he didn't really care about the 30% target for Bumiputra equity ownership. He said "quality" matters more than "quantity" -- 10% high quality is better than 30% low quality. I thought to myself, quantity is an attribute of quality. It's not a simple case of either-or. But if it were, then why was the 30% target set in the first place? He also admitted that he's not a fan of statistics -- statistics can lie, can be manipulated. I rebutted in my mind, "But without statistics, how do we measure anything?" But anyway, I didn't want to pick a fight. :P
Towards the end Tun Musa emphasized on the role of the middle class who played a moderating effect on the socio-political landscape of Malaysia. (Although I was wondering about his definition of "middle class" -- KL middle class is not the same as Kota Baru or Kuala Lipis middle class, though there are similarities). In the end I didn't really get the "recipe" that the title of the lecture alluded to and seemed to promise. Perhaps I was looking for a sophisticated recipe for banana toffee cake with cream but missed the simple cupcake that was being presented. But Tun Musa did ask us to go back and start "cooking". (For another report see The Star.)
After Tun Musa Hitam delivered his speech/lecture, there was a time of question and answer. I was wracking my brain for an incisive question to ask, but other people beat me to it. Well, OK, no, I wasn't really gonna ask a question. I didn't want to create a stir by asking a "sensitive" question in public, what with all the press cameras** zooming in on whoever was holding the microphone. And when Khairy Jamaluddin (KJ @ SIL/son-in-law of our PM) stood up to ask a question, I realized that perhaps I would do the wiser thing and just listen. And finally Zaid Ibrahim of Zaid Ibrahim & Co. stood up to ask a question, which sounded more like a comment rather than a question.
Last night I got within 10 feet of the DPM and Mr. KJ. That's enough shoulder rubbing to last me a while.
** Mostly Canons with 70-200 f2.8 L lenses. And some TV cameras.
p/s Malaysian "Secret Service" agents wear batik. But they have those cool earphones with wires down the collar.
pp/s Datuk Seri Najib and his late dad share some striking similarities in their political careers. Both were Education Minister before. And both have held the concurrent posts of Defence Minister and Deputy Prime Minister. Makes me wonder if the pattern will continue...
Monday, July 09, 2007
Atlanta GA 30303
This will be my City, State and ZIP code for the period of 21-28 July, or should I say July 21-28.
This afternoon, I went to the US Embassy to pick up my passport duly affixed with a US visa. It was the last step of the procedural process of applying for a visa. If you want to know how it's done, go here. It's not so difficult, but there's a lot of things to do. First, I had to get a haircut and get a photo of myself specially for the US visa, following strict specifications -- 2" x 2" on white background. I had to renew my Malaysian passport because I had less than 6 months of validity -- I used the KiPPas kiosk system at the Malaysian Immigration Dept at Pusat Bandar Damansara, which is surprisingly easy and fast coz I got the new passport within 3 hours. I had to make online hotel reservations because Uncle Sam wants to know where I'll be bunking in. I had to go to RHB Bank to pay the application fee -- that was easy, it took only 5 minutes. Then I had to fill in the Electronic Visa Application Form (EVAF) DS-156 and Supplementary Form DS-157 in which they asked me whether I had training in nuclear or biological warfare. I had to print out the forms and glue my photo on it. Then I had to make an appointment via the website for an interview by embassy officers. Then I had to show up and queue to get into the embassy compounds. And then queue to get my interview. And finally the interview lasted all of 2 minutes. The friendly officer asked me 3 questions. She didn't even ask to see my supporting documents that I had compiled with help from my company admin dept. In all, it took one week to do everything to get the visa.
So I'm going to Atlanta, Georgia, USA for what? To attend a workshop on Water Quality Analysis Simulation Program (WASP7.2) by the US Environmental Protection Agency. WASP is a water quality modeling program to simulate water quality in estuaries, that much I know. So I'm gonna learn a thing or two from the sifus. A lot of hydrodynamics and environmental chemistry to cover in 5 days! Need to reactivate my brain before I go.
Atlanta is the birthplace of Martin Luther King Jr. I would like to visit his tomb and the Ebenezer Baptist Church that he pastored with his dad. Atlanta is the HQ of Coca-Cola -- in fact, it's where Coca-Cola was invented. It's also the HQ of CNN. It's got the largest aquarium in the world. My brother says it's got a good jazz heritage. So maybe I'll catch a jazz session at the aquarium on Friday night. Atlanta was the host of the 1996 Olympic Games. I hope to walk around the city after hours. Maybe take a ride on the MARTA, i.e. Metropolitan Atlanta Rapid Transit Authority trains. The summer sun sets late, so that's good.
It's summer there, so I'm wondering what to pack. My colleague says to pack a suit. I'm like, what? I need to figure out what those USEPA guys wear to training workshops. My brother says it is hot. He also said it's a predominantly black area, so I'm gonna feel very small and puny around the 6' 6" hunks with ripping biceps and abs.
Oh yea, a coincidence. My sister-in-law will be flying back on the same flight as me from LA to KL. She's flying in from somewhere near Boston and connecting to the same flight. So I'll have some company. I hope they show some nice movies, like Die Hard 4.0. I also hope there's some nice sunsets or sunrises at 39,000 feet up.
I haven't set foot in the USA since my family and I left Chicago in 1987 after a good 1.5 years there. This will be some sort of walk down memory lane, though things would have definitely changed a lot.
This afternoon, I went to the US Embassy to pick up my passport duly affixed with a US visa. It was the last step of the procedural process of applying for a visa. If you want to know how it's done, go here. It's not so difficult, but there's a lot of things to do. First, I had to get a haircut and get a photo of myself specially for the US visa, following strict specifications -- 2" x 2" on white background. I had to renew my Malaysian passport because I had less than 6 months of validity -- I used the KiPPas kiosk system at the Malaysian Immigration Dept at Pusat Bandar Damansara, which is surprisingly easy and fast coz I got the new passport within 3 hours. I had to make online hotel reservations because Uncle Sam wants to know where I'll be bunking in. I had to go to RHB Bank to pay the application fee -- that was easy, it took only 5 minutes. Then I had to fill in the Electronic Visa Application Form (EVAF) DS-156 and Supplementary Form DS-157 in which they asked me whether I had training in nuclear or biological warfare. I had to print out the forms and glue my photo on it. Then I had to make an appointment via the website for an interview by embassy officers. Then I had to show up and queue to get into the embassy compounds. And then queue to get my interview. And finally the interview lasted all of 2 minutes. The friendly officer asked me 3 questions. She didn't even ask to see my supporting documents that I had compiled with help from my company admin dept. In all, it took one week to do everything to get the visa.
So I'm going to Atlanta, Georgia, USA for what? To attend a workshop on Water Quality Analysis Simulation Program (WASP7.2) by the US Environmental Protection Agency. WASP is a water quality modeling program to simulate water quality in estuaries, that much I know. So I'm gonna learn a thing or two from the sifus. A lot of hydrodynamics and environmental chemistry to cover in 5 days! Need to reactivate my brain before I go.
Atlanta is the birthplace of Martin Luther King Jr. I would like to visit his tomb and the Ebenezer Baptist Church that he pastored with his dad. Atlanta is the HQ of Coca-Cola -- in fact, it's where Coca-Cola was invented. It's also the HQ of CNN. It's got the largest aquarium in the world. My brother says it's got a good jazz heritage. So maybe I'll catch a jazz session at the aquarium on Friday night. Atlanta was the host of the 1996 Olympic Games. I hope to walk around the city after hours. Maybe take a ride on the MARTA, i.e. Metropolitan Atlanta Rapid Transit Authority trains. The summer sun sets late, so that's good.
It's summer there, so I'm wondering what to pack. My colleague says to pack a suit. I'm like, what? I need to figure out what those USEPA guys wear to training workshops. My brother says it is hot. He also said it's a predominantly black area, so I'm gonna feel very small and puny around the 6' 6" hunks with ripping biceps and abs.
Oh yea, a coincidence. My sister-in-law will be flying back on the same flight as me from LA to KL. She's flying in from somewhere near Boston and connecting to the same flight. So I'll have some company. I hope they show some nice movies, like Die Hard 4.0. I also hope there's some nice sunsets or sunrises at 39,000 feet up.
I haven't set foot in the USA since my family and I left Chicago in 1987 after a good 1.5 years there. This will be some sort of walk down memory lane, though things would have definitely changed a lot.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Canon in D
Finally, for once, let's talk about a Canon that is not a camera. I'm referring to the famous Canon in D by Johann Pachelbel. Or more specifically, the recent transmogrification of that classic piece into a rock guitar solo called Canon Rock by Taiwanese guitarist Jerry C. It has since been rehashed by numerous other incredibly talented guitarists. Their videos are all on YouTube. There's this particular guy by the name of Funtwo who has received over 20 million hits on his video! Well, thanks to Jon who has compiled some of the Canon videos, we can now view them on his blog. Be inspired.
It's amazing what two hands and ten fingers can do. Of course, all wired to a brain. Only God Almighty could have created and endowed His creatures with such skills.
It's amazing what two hands and ten fingers can do. Of course, all wired to a brain. Only God Almighty could have created and endowed His creatures with such skills.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Finally
For those of you folks who have been following the epic saga of my relentless, mind-bending (haha!) quest for a digital SLR to replace my old film camera which died, I am pleased to announce the arrival of my Nikon D80:
OK, so maybe I'm still kind of in a state of denial... but don't worry, I'll get over it. :)
So far, it's been doing OK, except that the battery life seems to be surprisingly shorter than expected. A lot shorter than the official figures. I hope it's because the batteries are new and not fully "warmed up" yet (if ever there is such a thing). I also had some trouble setting the flash to second curtain (or rear curtain) mode, which is to fire just before the shutter closes instead of when the shutter first opens. When I set it to second curtain it fires at the second curtain, but it ALSO fires at the first curtain! So, the flash fires TWICE when in second curtain mode! I thought that's weird. Can anyone help me on this? I want the flash to fire only once (as expected) but only on the second curtain.
I thought this would be the end of my journey to DigitalCameraland, but now I realise it's really just the beginning.
OK, so maybe I'm still kind of in a state of denial... but don't worry, I'll get over it. :)
So far, it's been doing OK, except that the battery life seems to be surprisingly shorter than expected. A lot shorter than the official figures. I hope it's because the batteries are new and not fully "warmed up" yet (if ever there is such a thing). I also had some trouble setting the flash to second curtain (or rear curtain) mode, which is to fire just before the shutter closes instead of when the shutter first opens. When I set it to second curtain it fires at the second curtain, but it ALSO fires at the first curtain! So, the flash fires TWICE when in second curtain mode! I thought that's weird. Can anyone help me on this? I want the flash to fire only once (as expected) but only on the second curtain.
I thought this would be the end of my journey to DigitalCameraland, but now I realise it's really just the beginning.
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