Not Too Shabby, Not

I really haven’t been to too many talent shows or anything of that sort.

But what I just came back from has to be one of the lamest, most poorly orchestrated talent shows I’ve ever seen.

So bad that I had a perfectly good Nikon D90 in my hands and I did NOT wanna use it.


Beijing, China.

9.59 p.m.


Tsinghua & the Beijing Botanical Garden

Little known to the outside “non-communistic” world, my current university – Tsinghua University, had earlier been voted as one of the world’s 14 most beautiful campuses. If not mistaken it was ranked number 8 or 9 on the list and it was the only Asian university that made the cut. In case you wondered, Harvard, RMIT, Oxford, etc. topped the list.

Anyway,  here are some amatuer-ish pictures of sceneries around Tsinghua. And I’m happy to say that I took all these pictures =D Well it’s mainly because Calvin didn’t give me his pictures. Haha.  

This is one of the many, many gardens inside Tsinghua.

It’s so tranquil and serene around here, had you built a house and lived in the midst of this, you’ll probably outlive your grandfather.

Did I mention that Tsinghua is so big that it has old folks’ homes and primary schools within its compound?

Well maybe all these is the reason why. I wouldn’t mind growing old here.

Every evening you see old people, usually with kids roaming these gardens.

This is the famous 水木清华. Well, only famous within the Chinese community.

Its fame is due to the fact that there was once a prominent Chinese poet called 朱自清 and he wrote a poem entitled <荷塘月色>. This exact place was purportedly his inspiration for said poem. If you look carefully, you’ll see a stone statue of him.

This is the result of perseverance and still hands. Calvin taught me how to create that water effect.

The school of journalism and communication. The place where I attend classes.

The ivy-crawling-all-over-the-building sight is pretty common here in Tsinghua. Pretty sight, really.


A group of us paid the Beijing Botanical Garden a visit. Nothing special really but then again, we had a model.

Most pictures here onwards are taken by Calvin. It’s not a very lovely picture of the man but pictures of the cameraman are usually not, simply because he couldn’t have been the one to take it.

Was quite a hot day and I was the only dumbass who wore jeans. I know. Fuck.

Wendy, whose Cantonese has apparently improved by leaps and bounds because she gets to practice with Calvin and I. She’s a Chinese American with roots in Hong Kong.

According to Calvin, he’s an uber-skilled photo journalist who works with China’s Xinhua Agency. He also sells potatos outside the Beijing Botanical Garden during his free time. I kid I kid… 小居 helped us with lighting that day.

That’s Susan U.K. Susan U.S. left early cos she had to teach English.

Steve & Stacie were there too.

And then there was this cat…

小马 was our model of the day. She was the one who ffk-ed the last time.

Stay tuned for more Chinese conquests.


Beijing, China.

8.10 p.m.

798 Fancy Pants

Went to Beijing’s art district, 798 with Calvin, Susan & Susan, and new roommate Jun. Again.

There weren’t too many things to take pictures of cos let’s face it, there were too many people and we’ve been there quite a number of times already but yea Jun was new here so we wanted to bring him around.

Most of these pictures were taken by Calvin; only 1 or 2 by me cos again, I still suck pretty bad.

So yea, here are some pictures from that day that we all declared a good one.

This was my best picture of the day. Which really doesn’t say much of my skills.

Then we toyed a little with Calvin’s super wide angle lense. That be Susan.

That be Jun.


That be Susan.

That be Calvin.

Still playing with the wide angle.


Hamsap spotted.

Then we decided to use this rather peculiar wall as background…

…for jumping shots!!!1!!!11!!1!!1

Failed impression of Ip Man.

Dhalsim vs. E. Honda

Nike – Run on air.


And there’s always the obligatory super-most-handsomemest-guy-on-earth pose =D

Up next, sceneries around Tsinghua and Beijing’s botanical garden.

Stay tuned.


Beijing, China.

1:03 p.m.

Smelly Tofu & A Rather Delightful Sunday

Smelly tofu.

It smelled so bad I almost threw up on the table. Serious.

I’ve been meaning to give it a try to see what the fuss was about.


Only problem was that my breath then turned foul.


The weather is gradually becoming Malaysian-friendly now so we decided to go take some pictures.

We were at Tsinghua’s School of Arts.

As usual, I borrowed Calvin’s Nikon D80 and he borrowed a friend’s Canon 5D MarkII.

Steve had his Canon 550D but in the end succumbed to the pure awesomeness of (our model’s) Nikon D700.

Here are some of the better pictures.

This is Calvin falling prey to Canon’s marketing strategy.

Steve with his 550D before observing some stark shortcomings in Stacie (he named it Stacie) when compared to D700. Apples and oranges Steve…

Red frames.

The giant egg in the middle of nowhere.

The head that had grass growing out of.


She was our model of the day – Rong En.

Our other Chinese mode ffk-ed cos… well… cos she ffk lo!

3/4 Korean and 1/4 Japanese and the proud owner of a certain D700.

The pictures of her are really average if not bad cos I admit – I suck.

Simple as ding dong.

Still, looking forward to learn and improve.

Our next destination: 植物园 (direct translation: “plants garden”)

Apparently now with the sun finally out from hibernation mode  it’s gonna be very pretty.

We’ve already secured the modelling services of Rong En + the ffk-ed Chinese girl so hopefully things turn out fine.


Beijing, China.

1:16 a.m.

Beijing Auto Show 2010

This was one show that I went as a guy, looked around as a guy and more importantly, thought like a guy.

I borrowed Calvin’s Nikon D80 + 70-200mm/f2.8 so the close-ups are mostly mine.

Calvin was using a Canon 5D + 24-70mm/f2.8 so the not so close-ups are his.

Here are some of the better pictures we took and it is in no particular order.

Boys, enjoy.

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Technically he’s a model too…

Who goes to auto shows to look at cars anyway?


Beijing, China.

6:05 p.m.

I Can Has Fail Trip

The class took a journalistic trip to a small town called Zhangbei in neighbouring province Hebei to see these.

To cut the crap and tell the gist, the trip was a total failure but before I go to that, I would like to share some of the not-too-shabby pictures I took during the trip.

Left campus at 7 a.m.

Lina in the middle of the wind farm.

Steve & Stacie (his camera).

Calvin & Steve. Calvin said he’s quiting smoking… since I first met him last September.

Kristina & Wendy. Who had to pee.

Kristina: “It’s times like these when I wish I had a penis.”

I took the last two pictures with my Olympus digi-cam and hence, must be said are really quite shabby.

However, they are to show you how bad a traffic jam we were stuck in. Calvin had time to get down the bus to smoke. Probably about 25-30 of us all had the time to get off, find cover (a process unnecessary for the guys), and pee. It was snail inching traffic for the majority of the 250km journey back to Beijing.

We left Zhangbei at about 4 p.m.

We were making dinner plans and mahjong session afterwards.

We were told it was gonna take about 3-4 hours.

We were fooled.

We eventually got back at about 5.30 a.m. A.M. A.M. A.M.!!!!

There were some pretty intense drama and a tad bit of panicking as we ran out of water and food at about 12 a.m. Somebody even called their embassy for help (to which they said “nobody is in serious distress so no, we can’t help you…yet”) but more on that some other time.

To complete the transformation from “the longest day of my life” to “a complete failure of a trip”, the interviews were all in Chinese and most international students (probably about 70% of us) got not one bit of useful information.

Well done professors.

Here’s your story: KISS MY MALAYSIAN ASS.


Beijing, China.

10.43 p.m.

Chinese Commentators

I was looking for a picture that says ‘chinese commentators’ but instead I came across this guy’s story.

During the Italy v Australia match last World Cup where Italy won 1-0 through a last minute, wrongfully given penalty (I’m sure we all remember that match), this Chinese commentator, apparently one of the best in China, went completely out of control.

When Grosso fell over and the referee awarded Italy a (very wrongful) penalty, he said:

“Penalty! Penalty! Penalty! Grosso’s done it, Grosso’s done it! The great Italian left back! He succeeded in the glorious traditions of Italy! Facchetti, Cabrini and Maldini, their souls are infused in him at this moment! Grosso represents the long history and traditions of Italian soccer, he’s not fighting alone at this moment! He’s not alone!”

And when Totti scored the resulting penalty, he said:

“Goooooal! Game over! Italy win! Beat the Australians! They do not fall in front of Hiddink again! Italy the great! Left back the great! Happy birthday to Maldini! Forza Italia! The victory belongs to Italy, to Grosso, to Cannavaro, to Zambrotta, to Buffon, to Maldini, to everyone who loves Italian soccer!”

Point number one: GROSSO DIVED.

Point number two: Grosso’s not all that great. He’s just average.

Point number three: If you’re not Italian and you say “Forza Italia”, I’m sorry but I’m gonna have to call you a FUCKING LOSER.

Anyway that guy resigned or got fired or whatever, I don’t care so to go back to my original point, Chinese commentators are shit.

Yesterday night I was watching the Barcelona v Bilbao match and the commentators did everything the typical Chinese commentator would do.

They say the most obvious things. The one thing that I simply cannot stand a football commentator doing is stating the obvious. “Oh he shouldn’t have stopped the ball”, “oh he should’ve kicked it slightly to the left”, “oh if the keeper saved that then they wouldn’t be 2 goals down”, OH IF I HAD A GUN I WOULD’VE SHOT YOU IN THE FACE!

They were obviously biased towards Barcelona. Every pass was a good pass, every shot was a good shot and every tackle was a good tackle. If Bilbao players went down then they’re either pussies or they dived.

They always get the players’ names wrong. I was lying on my bed, far away from the TV and even I knew that Messi passed the ball and Bojan scored it but nooooo they were so determined that someone else passed it and Messi scored it. They couldn’t say who passed it. But they were sure that Messi scored it. Then the scoreboard comes out and says “Bojan 59′ ” and they were still saying: “Messi scores a great goal blablabla…”

And the worst thing is, they don’t follow the action and build you up for a climax. There’s no build up. Maxwell will run down the left flank, go past 2 players, steady himself to cross while Messi and co waits in and outside the box, and those clueless bastards were still talking about how old Guardiola looks now and he goes through alot of stress etc. etc. Then Xavi receives the cross and shoots, they’ll snap out of their conversation and shout GOOD SHOT!!

Oh, so you were watching the match? Pfft…


Beijing, China.

12:47 a.m.