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Some random thoughts about love.
* Show your love for one another. Let your feelings be known.
* When your partner's mood is agitated, just be still and calm down, give him/her time to cool down, then respond later.
* Love is letting your partner be what he/she wants to be, and not being what you want him/her to be instead.
* You may not always marry the person you love. Love, in its true sense, is being there for the person you love, willing to help, to listen, to be there with all your might and main, without expecting anything in return.
* Worry not about someone's past, because all there is that matters is today.
* Love is helping your partner overcome his/her weaknesses, and leveraging his/her strengths.
* TO love and be loved is the greatest joy in the world.
* It pays to momentarily ignore your partner. It gives some sense of aggresiveness.
* Know when to put the phone down.
* Jealousy is such a waste of energy, money and time.
* Inspite of whatever you may do, or how busy you are at the moment, every woman wants to hear the golden words: I LOVE YOU.
* Two persons, even after the fiercest of fights, can be at peace with each other, all because LOVE moves in mysterious ways.
* Most women talk a lot, they would highly appreciate if their partners are good listeners :)
* Silence is a more effective way of expressing disagreement or anger than raising one's voice.
* Love isn't all about togetherness. It's also about distance and space.
* The first step to a lasting relationship is trusting one another.
* Women would always loved to be pursued, wooed with chocolates and flowers even if they are a decade or more together.
* Love is a two-way street.
* Sharing and caring is LOVE.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
with all my heart
I may seem a little insane or stupid at most times.
But you know what, when i say i do love someone, i really do... with all my heart.
Whatever it takes.
I may sometimes stumble at love itself.
I do.
I really do.
I did.
But then, love is love.
And I'm loving with all my heart.
But you know what, when i say i do love someone, i really do... with all my heart.
Whatever it takes.
I may sometimes stumble at love itself.
I do.
I really do.
I did.
But then, love is love.
And I'm loving with all my heart.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
SCOTT KELBY'S 2ND WORLDWIDE PHOTOWALK
These are my 2 entries for the Scott Kelby's 2nd Worldwide Photowalk.
Frankly, in my humble judgment, these aren't of visual superiority but then... this is my art... and Art, according to Picasso, is the lie by which we know the truth. Hehehe.
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HONING
The man refines the edges of his knife sharp enough to cut the animal flesh that he sells for a living. He does so with full vigor, a trait that enables a Filipino to wind through life's challenges through diligence and priceless smiles.
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CHOPMAN
What does it take for a man to succeed? It is the cutting edge trait of diligence that enables him to be at the top of his game. To give his full heart in everything he does, not only for his outright needs, but also for the sheer love of it.
Frankly, in my humble judgment, these aren't of visual superiority but then... this is my art... and Art, according to Picasso, is the lie by which we know the truth. Hehehe.
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HONING
The man refines the edges of his knife sharp enough to cut the animal flesh that he sells for a living. He does so with full vigor, a trait that enables a Filipino to wind through life's challenges through diligence and priceless smiles.
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CHOPMAN
What does it take for a man to succeed? It is the cutting edge trait of diligence that enables him to be at the top of his game. To give his full heart in everything he does, not only for his outright needs, but also for the sheer love of it.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Damsel found herself in a faraway desert country.
Damsel found herself in a faraway desert country.
She was leisurely walking alongside the busy streets and found him with his friends casually chatting over coffee and croissant while surfing the net via laptops placed on the table. He was wearing a red shirt paired with a plain six-pocket khaki underpants. When he caught a glimpse of damsel, he immediately stood and hugged her tight, so tight she could no longer breath. He must have hugged her for hours! she doesn't even know, she even can't explain.
She always has the habit of loosing some pertinent details in a dream the moment she wakes up. Maybe she should dream in RAW format, so she wouldn't loose the intricate details and could still recover and adjust to the correct exposure during post processing. hehehe. She couldn't recall what happened after that hugging scene, maybe they took a walk, laughed out the loudest, bantered continuously, ate at Hardees, etc, she doesn't know, the details seemed to be lost in a haze of half asleep-half awaken moment.
The parting time did etched in her memory. He placed his right arm in her right shoulder and walked past his friends to the nearest ticketing station. He asked her to stay and just sit on the nearest waiting area perpendicular to the booth. She could see him flash the sweetest smile as he sauntered back to her with a piece of paper on his left hand. He sat beside her, filled up the blank sheet with information about her, and seemed to know every single bit of info about her. He groped for his pocket and went back to the booth to pay for her ticket.
When we went back to her, no sweetest smile could be traced in his face, but only the expression of solitude that almost made her feel being doused with tears. Parting time.
They hugged each other again (for hours again maybe :)). At that very moment, she never wished to be free from his arms again. Tears freely flowed from her eyes, but she couldn't utter any single word.. she just hugged him even tighter.
They walked to the departure area. Her eyes were still welling up with tears, and she couldn't release her arms from his grips. Parting time was indeed necessary. He hugged her for the last time, and whispered words to her ears. "I'll be home the soonest. Take care always."
At four in the morning, she had awaken from this reverie. She was .. well.. crying when she woke up.. her pillows seemed to have absorbed the tears that flowed.
But to her, such was the greatest dream of all.
She was leisurely walking alongside the busy streets and found him with his friends casually chatting over coffee and croissant while surfing the net via laptops placed on the table. He was wearing a red shirt paired with a plain six-pocket khaki underpants. When he caught a glimpse of damsel, he immediately stood and hugged her tight, so tight she could no longer breath. He must have hugged her for hours! she doesn't even know, she even can't explain.
She always has the habit of loosing some pertinent details in a dream the moment she wakes up. Maybe she should dream in RAW format, so she wouldn't loose the intricate details and could still recover and adjust to the correct exposure during post processing. hehehe. She couldn't recall what happened after that hugging scene, maybe they took a walk, laughed out the loudest, bantered continuously, ate at Hardees, etc, she doesn't know, the details seemed to be lost in a haze of half asleep-half awaken moment.
The parting time did etched in her memory. He placed his right arm in her right shoulder and walked past his friends to the nearest ticketing station. He asked her to stay and just sit on the nearest waiting area perpendicular to the booth. She could see him flash the sweetest smile as he sauntered back to her with a piece of paper on his left hand. He sat beside her, filled up the blank sheet with information about her, and seemed to know every single bit of info about her. He groped for his pocket and went back to the booth to pay for her ticket.
When we went back to her, no sweetest smile could be traced in his face, but only the expression of solitude that almost made her feel being doused with tears. Parting time.
They hugged each other again (for hours again maybe :)). At that very moment, she never wished to be free from his arms again. Tears freely flowed from her eyes, but she couldn't utter any single word.. she just hugged him even tighter.
They walked to the departure area. Her eyes were still welling up with tears, and she couldn't release her arms from his grips. Parting time was indeed necessary. He hugged her for the last time, and whispered words to her ears. "I'll be home the soonest. Take care always."
At four in the morning, she had awaken from this reverie. She was .. well.. crying when she woke up.. her pillows seemed to have absorbed the tears that flowed.
But to her, such was the greatest dream of all.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
5 things
Nakikipagkulitan lang sa facebook this morning
:D
i love my 6630!
5 Cell phones I had since my first one by Lois
1. Nokia Ringo
2. Nokia 3210
3. Nokia 8210
4. Nokia 3100
5. Nokia 6630
time space warp.. ngaun din!!!!
Favorite cartoons when I was younger by Lois
1. sailormoon
2. Mickey Mouse and Friends
3. Bioman
4. Shaider
5. maskman
Random things starting with the same letter as my name by Lois
1. My love.
2. Jennifer Lopez
3. Lois's House
4. Lois Lane
5. live laugh love
THINGS I WANT RIGHT NOW!
1. ipod touch
2. laptop
3. Nikkor Lenses
4. HTC Diamond
5. Crumpler Backpack
:D
i love my 6630!
5 Cell phones I had since my first one by Lois
1. Nokia Ringo
2. Nokia 3210
3. Nokia 8210
4. Nokia 3100
5. Nokia 6630
time space warp.. ngaun din!!!!
Favorite cartoons when I was younger by Lois
1. sailormoon
2. Mickey Mouse and Friends
3. Bioman
4. Shaider
5. maskman
Random things starting with the same letter as my name by Lois
1. My love.
2. Jennifer Lopez
3. Lois's House
4. Lois Lane
5. live laugh love
THINGS I WANT RIGHT NOW!
1. ipod touch
2. laptop
3. Nikkor Lenses
4. HTC Diamond
5. Crumpler Backpack
Monday, July 20, 2009
God bless them both.
Can't sleep. thinking of the ironies of life. an old person at a deathbed being revived by doctors, wanting just at least a fraction of her life to be extended. a young girl loved and cared by someone across the miles not wanting to wake up tomorrow. God bless them both.
Friday, July 17, 2009
God’s Rest
God’s rest
by Fr. Joel O. Jason
Two men were in a contest. The goal: who among them can chop the most number of wood in an hour’s time. There was a mandatory rest of two minutes after every 10 minutes. So they began chopping wood. Carlo and Frank were neck to neck in the contest, almost simultaneous in chopping. Both also took the mandatory two-minute rest.
After an hour, the pieces of wood were counted. Carlo cut more pieces of wood than Frank. Puzzled, Frank asked, “How come? We were almost simultaneous in chopping. We both took two-minute rests. What’s your secret?” Carlo replied, “Whenever I rested, I sharpened my ax.”
Whenever we hear the word rest, we think of inactivity, of doing nothing, of pigging out. Today, Jesus in the Gospel ran once more into controversy with the Pharisees over the Sabbath rest. Seen picking grains, the apostles were accused of violating the Sabbath rest. Sabbath is a day of rest for the Jews and holiness dictates that no semblance of work be done on a Sabbath.
The Sabbath took its origin from the Genesis account, “and God rested on the seventh day” (Genesis 2:2). Later on this will be codified in the Mosaic law as the third commandment, “Thou shall keep holy the Sabbath” (Exodus 20:8). But why did God rest on the seventh day? Did He grow tired? NO. Rest symbolized a day of communion between Creator and creature. After God created man and woman on the sixth day, He made hallow the seventh day, not necessarily a day of doing nothing but as a day of communion — of celebrating God’s love for man and man’s inherent connectedness with God. And that is more than simply doing nothing.
Jesus understood Sabbath not as doing nothing. Rather it means doing what needs to be done. He understood it as an intensification of one’s communion with God. Sabbath is not a day of laziness. Sabbath is a day of celebrating the God and man, man and God relationship.
Reflection Question:
How do you spend your Sunday? Your holy days of obligation? Do you look at Sunday simply as a day of pursuing meaningless and trivial pursuits?
Lord, may I always give You the worship You deserve, for the glory of Your name and for the good of Your people. Amen.
by Fr. Joel O. Jason
Two men were in a contest. The goal: who among them can chop the most number of wood in an hour’s time. There was a mandatory rest of two minutes after every 10 minutes. So they began chopping wood. Carlo and Frank were neck to neck in the contest, almost simultaneous in chopping. Both also took the mandatory two-minute rest.
After an hour, the pieces of wood were counted. Carlo cut more pieces of wood than Frank. Puzzled, Frank asked, “How come? We were almost simultaneous in chopping. We both took two-minute rests. What’s your secret?” Carlo replied, “Whenever I rested, I sharpened my ax.”
Whenever we hear the word rest, we think of inactivity, of doing nothing, of pigging out. Today, Jesus in the Gospel ran once more into controversy with the Pharisees over the Sabbath rest. Seen picking grains, the apostles were accused of violating the Sabbath rest. Sabbath is a day of rest for the Jews and holiness dictates that no semblance of work be done on a Sabbath.
The Sabbath took its origin from the Genesis account, “and God rested on the seventh day” (Genesis 2:2). Later on this will be codified in the Mosaic law as the third commandment, “Thou shall keep holy the Sabbath” (Exodus 20:8). But why did God rest on the seventh day? Did He grow tired? NO. Rest symbolized a day of communion between Creator and creature. After God created man and woman on the sixth day, He made hallow the seventh day, not necessarily a day of doing nothing but as a day of communion — of celebrating God’s love for man and man’s inherent connectedness with God. And that is more than simply doing nothing.
Jesus understood Sabbath not as doing nothing. Rather it means doing what needs to be done. He understood it as an intensification of one’s communion with God. Sabbath is not a day of laziness. Sabbath is a day of celebrating the God and man, man and God relationship.
Reflection Question:
How do you spend your Sunday? Your holy days of obligation? Do you look at Sunday simply as a day of pursuing meaningless and trivial pursuits?
Lord, may I always give You the worship You deserve, for the glory of Your name and for the good of Your people. Amen.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
PASSION FOR TEACHING
Caught a glimpse at facebook last night and Badz' was checking her students' papers. She was teaching at an institute.
I do miss classroom teaching.
When i quit teaching last year, i didn't really give up my passion. It was indeed because of health concerns that i have to prioritize things in order for me to live my life to the fullest. Of course, i certainly do miss the classroom discussions, the rants and raves of the students, and the thoughtful things they did during my stay.
Teaching has always been my passion, my determination to turn vision into a reality amidst the roadblocks, endless stress and frustrations through constant parting of knowledge. To be extraordinary as to share by the essence of who i am as a person. To rise above the mundane and make a mark resonating from my best intentions and aspirations. Sounds a tad sweeter. hihi.
Well, who knows, i might be able to dig again in this stint.
For the mean time, i'll just concentrate on my 74 pupils in the arena.
I do miss classroom teaching.
When i quit teaching last year, i didn't really give up my passion. It was indeed because of health concerns that i have to prioritize things in order for me to live my life to the fullest. Of course, i certainly do miss the classroom discussions, the rants and raves of the students, and the thoughtful things they did during my stay.
Teaching has always been my passion, my determination to turn vision into a reality amidst the roadblocks, endless stress and frustrations through constant parting of knowledge. To be extraordinary as to share by the essence of who i am as a person. To rise above the mundane and make a mark resonating from my best intentions and aspirations. Sounds a tad sweeter. hihi.
Well, who knows, i might be able to dig again in this stint.
For the mean time, i'll just concentrate on my 74 pupils in the arena.
oH, To HAVE BEAuTIful fEET!
oH, To HAVE BEAuTIful fEET!
by Cynthia Santiago
“For the yoke I will give you is easy, and the load I will put on you is light.” – Matthew 11:30
I got tired shopping for Christmas gifts for my friends, so I sat on a bench at the mall while I waited for my husband who checked out a photo exhibit.
As I sat there, I looked at the feet of passersby, especially those who were wearing fancy flip-flops that were so in fashion that season. Everyone had smooth feet.
I couldn’t help but sulk because, for the longest time, I’ve suffered from psoriasis and I have sores on my feet. They’re so ugly so I don’t dare wear flip-flops. In my mind, I kind of talked to the Lord, saying, “Lord, I am the only one with ugly feet. Would it spoil Your Grand Eternal Plan if I had beautiful feet?”
After the holidays, a friend told me that her relative who suffered diabetes had an amputation. Although she now has only one leg, she has well recovered and seems to have accepted her situation.
When I went home that day, I looked at the sores on my feet and they didn’t seem as ugly as I thought they were.
Be it psoriasis or diabetes, our burden will ultimately be light, because the Lord promises so in today’s Gospel.
REFLECTION:
By His wounds, we are healed.
Lord, I lay down all my burdens at Your feet today.
by Cynthia Santiago
“For the yoke I will give you is easy, and the load I will put on you is light.” – Matthew 11:30
I got tired shopping for Christmas gifts for my friends, so I sat on a bench at the mall while I waited for my husband who checked out a photo exhibit.
As I sat there, I looked at the feet of passersby, especially those who were wearing fancy flip-flops that were so in fashion that season. Everyone had smooth feet.
I couldn’t help but sulk because, for the longest time, I’ve suffered from psoriasis and I have sores on my feet. They’re so ugly so I don’t dare wear flip-flops. In my mind, I kind of talked to the Lord, saying, “Lord, I am the only one with ugly feet. Would it spoil Your Grand Eternal Plan if I had beautiful feet?”
After the holidays, a friend told me that her relative who suffered diabetes had an amputation. Although she now has only one leg, she has well recovered and seems to have accepted her situation.
When I went home that day, I looked at the sores on my feet and they didn’t seem as ugly as I thought they were.
Be it psoriasis or diabetes, our burden will ultimately be light, because the Lord promises so in today’s Gospel.
REFLECTION:
By His wounds, we are healed.
Lord, I lay down all my burdens at Your feet today.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
God's Message For You Today, July 15, 2009
HE SuRRouNDS you
by Nova Arias
by Nova Arias
“…for although you have hidden these things from the wise and the learned, you have revealed them to the childlike.” – Matthew 11:25
While driving to the grocery one Christmas season, I asked my then six-year-old nephew if he was excited to see Santa Claus on Christmas Eve. He replied with a firm “no.”
“There’s no Santa here,” he added.
“Huh?” I replied, “Why is there no Santa here?”
“Because there’s no snow.”
I had a good laugh. A simple observation from a little boy. His innocence made him speak with a lot of sense.
God chose to reveal the fulfilment of His plans to the childlike because their ignorance made them see with eyes of faith. When you are losing faith because of the troubles that you face, notice the constant signs around you that tell you of God’s presence in your life — the unexpected phone call from a friend who offered you a job when you felt hopeless about finding one, the comforting hug from a child after a tiring day at work, the contagious laughter of a workmate that got you laughing hard when you badly wanted to cry because of a pressing problem at home. That’s God at work.
Like little children, let us trust in our Father’s ways. Nova Arias
REFLECTION:
“The root of all difficulties is a lack of the sense of the Presence of God.” (Emmett Fox)
Father, strengthen my faith in You. Make me feel and see You every day.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
God hears my sighs and cries
Am at work now and the day seems to be a bit brighter than yesterday. I never imagined i still would be able to feel and experience the bright rays of the sun straining my very own puffy eyes.
I was praying hard last night, (apart from crying harder). I know God hears my sighs and cries. I asked for repentance for all the hurts i have caused others. I thanked Him for continually showering me with the wonders of goodness and random acts of kindness from others. My life, i owe it to Him.
The night had wound down in between my sighs and cries. Felt better when the morning came. Where else would i be without him.
God hears my prayers.
I was praying hard last night, (apart from crying harder). I know God hears my sighs and cries. I asked for repentance for all the hurts i have caused others. I thanked Him for continually showering me with the wonders of goodness and random acts of kindness from others. My life, i owe it to Him.
The night had wound down in between my sighs and cries. Felt better when the morning came. Where else would i be without him.
God hears my prayers.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Masochism
I'm feelin' very low today. I didn't sleep the whole night. Haven't had dinner last night and breakfast this morning. I still can't force myself to have a bite this lunch. Feels like i still could go on till tomorrow without anything in my stomach.
Masochism.
I had my worst last night. Aside from getting shut from my very world, i entered another world of frustrations and pain. It was as if to inflict more pain to the shattered me.
Masochism. Masochism.
I had an encounter with my worst enemy, my sickness. Funny thing, my worst enemy is my everyday companion. Doesn't ever leave me even if i hell wish it would. I have been avoiding anything about it since we painted our world red. The cheers and jeers of our everyday ragged lives had me almost forgot the cross that i am bearing.
Though at most times, this ailment had bridge souls from across deserts and oceans and anywhere around the globe, and with that, i know what it feels to be the happiest girl on earth.
Admittedly, i knew where i am going... all to the shallow tunnel of heartaches, disappointments and frustrations.
While immersing myself to the same struggles of those who have the same fate as mine, i couldn't help but think of ending my life in an instant. My tears welled up upon being stricken by those who says that being on medication is almost a life imprisonment because there's no other way escaping around. The moment i stop my meds is the moment i am doomed for a more serious state. Finding my salary too paltry to lead this kind of life, i really don't know where this would lead me. I looked through my headboard and found the remaining tablets... Four more days and i'm dead.
Welcome aboard.
But why would i wait until the 4th day to welcome death?
I promise myself that death wouldn't catch me until i had all my goals completed, some of which are:
> to spend a simple but memorable vacation with the tarantula.
> to attend a photography class.
> to read ALL my books
> to splurge on a pail of Haagen-dazs
> to learn more and get well-versed on 3D modelling
> to pursue the tshirt printing business with my very dear business partner
> to perform well with card magics
> etc etc etc
I have gazillion of things-to-do running in my mind and so i realized that God must have read all these things so He keeps on prolonging my life even if i am damn asking Him every night to take it away.
Masochism.
I had my worst last night. Aside from getting shut from my very world, i entered another world of frustrations and pain. It was as if to inflict more pain to the shattered me.
Masochism. Masochism.
I had an encounter with my worst enemy, my sickness. Funny thing, my worst enemy is my everyday companion. Doesn't ever leave me even if i hell wish it would. I have been avoiding anything about it since we painted our world red. The cheers and jeers of our everyday ragged lives had me almost forgot the cross that i am bearing.
Though at most times, this ailment had bridge souls from across deserts and oceans and anywhere around the globe, and with that, i know what it feels to be the happiest girl on earth.
Admittedly, i knew where i am going... all to the shallow tunnel of heartaches, disappointments and frustrations.
While immersing myself to the same struggles of those who have the same fate as mine, i couldn't help but think of ending my life in an instant. My tears welled up upon being stricken by those who says that being on medication is almost a life imprisonment because there's no other way escaping around. The moment i stop my meds is the moment i am doomed for a more serious state. Finding my salary too paltry to lead this kind of life, i really don't know where this would lead me. I looked through my headboard and found the remaining tablets... Four more days and i'm dead.
Welcome aboard.
But why would i wait until the 4th day to welcome death?
I promise myself that death wouldn't catch me until i had all my goals completed, some of which are:
> to spend a simple but memorable vacation with the tarantula.
> to attend a photography class.
> to read ALL my books
> to splurge on a pail of Haagen-dazs
> to learn more and get well-versed on 3D modelling
> to pursue the tshirt printing business with my very dear business partner
> to perform well with card magics
> etc etc etc
I have gazillion of things-to-do running in my mind and so i realized that God must have read all these things so He keeps on prolonging my life even if i am damn asking Him every night to take it away.
A world has been shut.
A world has been shut.
Sleep never had the chance to thrust itself in the realms of my suffering. I closed my eyes wanting to rest my shattered being but i could only feel fear and pain.
Extreme pain.
Sleep never had the chance to thrust itself in the realms of my suffering. I closed my eyes wanting to rest my shattered being but i could only feel fear and pain.
Extreme pain.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
It's my fault
OK.
It's my fault.
Those little devils inside me that keep those negative thoughts in extreme frenzy.
My sincerest apologies.
I know i'm crap.
Then please don't be one also.
Coz you aren't.
You are great.
Have always been great.
Will always be great.
...
It's my fault.
Those little devils inside me that keep those negative thoughts in extreme frenzy.
My sincerest apologies.
I know i'm crap.
Then please don't be one also.
Coz you aren't.
You are great.
Have always been great.
Will always be great.
...
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
PILL TRIP
Who says my med's a drag?
Haha.
I've sheared it creatively last night.
Cheers to my happy and hopeful side!
Haha.
I've sheared it creatively last night.
Cheers to my happy and hopeful side!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
in the sky of infinity
In The Sky Of Infinity
by Sri Chinmoy
from: Supreme, Teach me how to cry Bengali Songbook
O bird, you fly in the sky of Infinity.
Tell me, is flying your only game?
Tell me, how do you fly in the infinite blue welkin?
My soulful eyes look at you with all admiration.
My heart pines to fly like you.
O bird, you fly in the sky of Infinity.
******
Snapped a shot of these birds in front of Ronnie and Malyn's home
613pm
633pm
Friday, July 3, 2009
YASHICA GSN ELECTRO 35
I finally found our very own first SLR:
YASHICA GSN ELECTRO 35
YASHICA GSN ELECTRO 35
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http://www.kenrockwell.com/yashica/electro-35.htm
The Yashica Electro 35 was one of the most popular consumer 35mm cameras of the 1960s and 1970s.
The Yashica Electro 35 was very advanced, being electronic, when it came out in 1966. It was made though 1977, and sold at close-out until stocks ran out about 1980. Please note the space-age atomic symbol on the front. The Yashica Electro is the Apollo of Japanese consumer 35mm cameras. (Of course I'm kidding; Japanese cameras have nothing to do with the Apollo program. The official cameras are Hasselblad and Zeiss, while the Kodak Instamatic 104 was the official camera of the American people of that era.)
The Yashica Electro 35 is a solid metal camera. It has a big, clear viewfinder and rangefinder. It has a much clearer finder than the Nikon manual rangefinders of the 1950s that fetch astronomical prices from geriatric collectors.
The Yashica Electro 35 was designed for consumers, but the great news for serious photographers is that the advanced features it had in 1966 are just what we need, and it doesn't have any of today's junk features that just get in the way.
The Yashica Electro 35 is an aperture-priority camera. Pick your aperture, and the Yashica Electro 35 selects the shutter speed, from 1/500 up to thirty seconds or more!
It has a silent electronic leaf shutter. It's quieter and and has less vibration than any of the clumsier focal-plane shutters of Leica and Nikon rangefinders, and no flipping mirrors like every DSLR.
The only gotchas are that the Electro 35 has no auto-exposure lock and it's an almost all-auto camera. It only has three manual shutter speeds, and that's stretching it. It is designed for a no-longer available mercury battery, however modern alkaline replacements work fine.
This Yashica a solid metal camera. It is a joy to carry around compared to my hulking Nikon D3, but still has to be carried over-the-shoulder.
The Electro 35 has always been inexpensive. In 1977 they sold new for $100, which is $350 corrected for inflation in 2008. In 2008, they sell used for $5 to $20 at garage sales. A dealer will ask more.
It's solid and well-made, but not as precise or as fine as a Leica, or even as nice as the less-useful Nikon rangefinders of the 1950s.
Since you're not looking through the lens, these cameras are especially useful for black-and-white and infra-red photography. This is because even with a dark filter on the lens, the finder remains clear.
Lens: 45mm f/1.7. It's identical to an SLR lens. Yashica brands it as YASHINON. "COLOR-YASHINON" was added in 1968 for marketing, since color film was just starting to become barely affordable to amateurs. It's the same lens. "COLOR" was a buzzword of the day as "Digital" is today. Think this is silly? How many of you pay extra for "Digital" filters?
Optics: 6 elements in 4 groups, just like almost every SLR lens. Single-coated in amber.
Diaphragm: 5 blades stopping down to f/16.
Filter Thread: 55mm. (Optional 57mm slip-on hood.)
Close Focus: 2.6 feet (0.8m)
Finder: Always-bright framelines lit through a separate window. Auto corrects for parallax.
Meter: CdS cell above lens, not TTL. You must compensate filters by setting the ASA dial accordingly. Red OVER light means you're at 1/500 second or more. Yellow SLOW light means you're at 1/30 or slower; hold still or use a tripod.
ASA Range (ISO): 1966-1973: 12~500. 1973-1977: 25~1,000.
Shutter: 1/500 - about 30 seconds. Stepless electronic leaf shutter. The slowest speed will vary with aperture: it can go longer than a minute at smaller apertures but only 3 seconds at f/1.7.
Maximum Speed with Flash (sync): 1/500. X-sync at all speeds, better than SLRs.
Power: One PX32, E164, V164PX, TR 164, HM-4N, 4NR52 or 1404M 5.6 Volt mercury battery. Works with today's alkaline replacements. My Electro 35 has a 4LR52, EN164A, A32, PC164, TR164A, 1404A alkaline in it. These are made with four stacked LR52 or 640A-P cells in series.
The specifications for today's alkaline battery are 335 mAH, 25.5g, 17.1mm diameter, 44.9mm height.
You can use a more common, smaller (170 mAH lithium, 150 mAh alkaline) PX28 if you jam in an extra spring and wrap the smaller battery in something to keep it centered in the Electro 35's larger battery hole.
The correct PX32 costs only $9.99 and lasts twice as long as the wrong $8 PX28 that doesn't fit without a kludge, so order two PX32s and keep the spare handy so you won't have to pay $15 for a PX28 at retail if your battery dies.
Battery Check Light: Yes, also illuminates frame counter and can work as a small flashlight!
Current Drain: 60mA while shutter is pressed and lights are lit or shutter is open. Less than 0.1 uA when idle.
Size: 6 x 3-5/8 x 3 " (152 x 92 x 76mm) WHD, measured, including protrusions, excluding cap or case.
Weight: My Electro 35 GSN, made in Hong Kong, measures 25.692 oz (728.4 g) with full-size alkaline battery, but no case, filters, caps or strap. Yashica specifies 26.4 oz (750 G) without battery, which is heavier than mine.
Made in: Japan, or later, Hong Kong. The lenses always say "Lens Made in Japan" even if the camera is made in Hong Kong. Hong Kong is discretely stamped on the bottom.
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