a story of a french beginner

so there was a boy, talking.. and we were listening to him enthusiastically..

"you guys must have been asking why do i want to learn french? its not because i find it as a beautiful or sexy language or some shits like that. its just because of this one occasion on one fine day when i was rushing back to my college and i was standing beside a girl.. in a train.." (fetching a deep sigh while his eyes looking vacantly towards a window, a sign of falling in love..)

"she was very beautiful. she was standing at the corner near the door, between her two legs was a paperback and was wearing slim dark eyeliners, with acceptable messy black hair, loosely pony tailed, a pair of blue tight jeans with blowy brown blouse with colorful geometric pattern on her chest, paired with dark brown laced suede shoes, one of them untied. i just cant keep lookin.." (paused, then lighting his cigarette, the itune was playing a song by indochine, l'aventurier)

"so then i was thinking that im actually going to tell her how beautiful she is - which was crazy! and yeah, btw she was wearing pink metallic ehem, bra (we were all laughing, then he added) what? i saw it when she was adjusting it. and when the train stopped at my destination, as i was about to go out from the train i tapped her shoulder and said, 'hey, you're so beautiful.. just dont change anything..' (one of us went like "come on tell me about it, tell us what happened after that man!" and he smiled and continued)

"and she was like smilin and lookin at me, between amazed and frightened, and she was saying something in french. i know it was french cause i heard something like 'merci' and the rest of it i just dont understand at all. i was totally blur and speechless. and so the train went away. so yeah, thats why buddies.. oh and i find her more amusing when she was speaking francais.. haha! and hey you buddy, (lookin at me, i was not quite aware, taking a deep inhale of a cigarette) i heard you're learning russian now?"

ivres & débutants by deportivo (jamming session) from barclay on vimeo.

so that was it. our evening chatter just now (maybe some parts of it exaggerated). i decided to record it in this humble blog. by the time you finish reading, enjoy this video of julien bonnet, jerome coudane & richard magnac's classy jamming moment. just for you french beginners haha! julien is so cool. im sick of him being very calm and cool. au revoir! (wink and walk away).

christoph rehage is my hero!

to alay for the brief shah alam journey and chasing the rainbow in the island together with mike & ajey, my beloved brother mat piyie as great companion in growing up journey, ah leng for the sleepy ride at night along the coast, pokka for some of the longest journey home, buleng for the many times back and forth journey everywhere and others who i ever shared my journey through my bittersweet-been-there-done-that moments in my life. haha. and for some who for their deeds i look up to, who i hang on a second when they talk, who live in my every songs i whistle, who i call them hero. here you lay in my heart, esp you grandad.

the longest way 1.0, one year walk & beard grow time lapse from christoph rehage on vimeo.

i wish i can do something as close as this cool one day. i mean i always wanna do something outrageous, challenge myself, push my limits and my freedom. but i dont quite really know what it was until i stumble upon this cool video. then so i thought this is something quite what i wanna do. haha. thanks christoph for the clue. this guy is one of the coolest in my list now. haha. and like what he said in his blog, the most important thing to do something is to take the first step. yeah something quite like it. inspired mood, now on!

l'homme pressé de noir désir

some say a musician don't dance. some say a musician don't do drugs. people can say what the fuck they want you see. they can talk about what they like to talk about. life, donkeys, weather, scuppernongs, politics, al hambra, history, coconuts, love and etcetera. a lot of musician have their own music that changes their life. in fact they changed others' life with theirs.

noir désir - l'homme pressé from ing gallagher on vimeo.

btw there are a lot of musicians who talk about politics. this is one of them. the tune is so rebellious and pure. des paroles is radical and avant garde for the time it was produced. very good choice for a hard rock headed person. perfect song to annoy your stupid college roommate just for fun. put it to the max volume and there you go. and for french slow learner this song is an excellent choice to practice your pronunciation lol. happy trying and listening. au revoir. bertrand cantat is fuckin genius eh?

gobshite part 3

" i have never cried over music. never. i'm not that kind of person. i don't think any piece of music ever has made me cry. that's not the fault of the music. i just think i am quite a cold person. i can appreciate someone pouring their heart out in music but still end up analysing the chords and thinking, "you shoud have gone to A minor there, mate." birds cry over music. i put the kettle on."

by the man in the poster who i share my mind with

fiji vignettes 1, 2 & 3

"in theatrical script writing, sketch stories, film and poetry, a vignette is a short impressionistic scene that focuses on one moment or gives a trenchant impression about a character, idea, or a setting and sometimes an object" - riley blakeway, photographer of fiji vignette

fiji vignette 1/3 from taj burrow on vimeo.

go to hell with definition. this video is fucking sick. i can't stop watching and imagining myself taking a quiet evening saunter along the pristine beach with my eyes closed that i can hear the every sound of breaking waves, feel the cold, wet sandy feeling on my feet, feeling the salty breeze spraying against my face and see the sunset light barely penetrating my eyelid while it burns my skin. the freedom seems real eh? i love the idea of taking the shot in the crimson colored sunset. man the wave looks like glass or jelly or some shits like that. crystal clear that it refracts the sun's rays. the sky is very beautiful as if it is a blue canvas patched with white cotton candy and marshmallow (i am hungry). this first part of fiji vignette is so fucking cool and stunning. what a mystical fiji.

fiji vignette 2/3 from taj burrow on vimeo.

this second part makes me feel like a dipshit loser. i mean apart from vignetting the sexy tube shaped blue wave graciously curling along the coast, the video came packed with a sort of implied combo; the excellent skills of photography and jaw dropping knacks of surfing. these two things, had always been my interest - films and surfing, cutting the wave with the surfboard. though ocean is pretty a place where i grow up, but there are not many people ride the wave there. just because the wave is not as cool and as surfable as fiji's. it's more to fishermen's village wave haha! but it is very beautiful though and has its own attractiveness like riding horse, scrambler and atv, or playing takraw, beach volley and even soccer beside the beach. damn this vignette sure gives me hell of motivational impact, not to mention it's a hard punch of reality for me to take; in terms of the i love photography thing but till this moment i produced nothing, not even closer to this. and also i should go out and carve my own board out of the wood and surf the fucking monsoon wave ha ha. i love the music in this video it's called empty house by matt leech. also i love how vintage it can be at some points.

fiji vignette 3/3 from taj burrow on vimeo.

victory. a word i would use if i have to describe this third vignette. the rainbow refracted on the wave shot from sky view made my scalp jumped. i was giggling like a school girl, smiling like a baby lost in excitedness the whole video. adrenaline was bursting as i was stoned that i wish i was the surfer, the jet skier. or i wish i was the wave ready to be rode by the surfer, or even the shark. good lord. riley blakeway nailed this one down man. he vignettes the fun, freedom, nature, casualty and the majestic virginity of fiji very brilliantly. literally makes me swear to myself that if i never feel the warmness of fiji's salty water i will be an incomplete person for my whole entire life! kah kah. if the first is the coolest and the second is in between the first and the third, the third one is the absolute victory. now i have the biggest crush on fiji and it's quite hard to beat this one down. wish me go see and surf there some days ;)

L.A. on a boring day

one boring, unexciting weekend i approved my own suggestion of doing some reading assignments which is rarely happens. thence there was a friend barged into my room to hang out. we did some stupid things but then we realized something was missing that the excitement was not quite real. we couldn't figured out. we decided to take further our reckless activity to some higher levels as we managed to get some free coupons from the internet. a pair of one regular caramel macchiato coupons at the austin chase. pretty cool, pretty pathetic. and we went to the nearest printing shop to copy the coupon so that we can enjoy the coffee thing as we pleased or vomit ourselves or hopefully bringing down the coffee shop to bankruptcy kahkahkah. i was sitting in the printing shop looking at my friend biting his nails when my eyes caught this something white package of cigarette. shamefully i grabbed the package and wanted to insert it into my cagoule when the guy at the printing shop went something like "hey what d'you think y'r doing?" i replied "where'd did you get this?" and that was the most asinine i have gotten so far since my last birthday. we searched every corner of the town and managed to find one for only myr3.50. oh and it was over the counter by the way.

the taste was funny. almost no taste, almost as boring as this entry and my day that day though written on the package 'finer, more enjoyable', ok fine it was enjoyable. it gives some sort of slowly sinking into the ocean feeling. more or less it tastes sweet and herbal and clover-ish. don't worry it just worth the penny. if you're looking for something very mild to make companion with during your reading assignment, well this definitely the guy you're looking for. good for a beginner too, despite of it's poisonous contain.

hey sally, it's not too late

every morning, when i wake up, i will look up to a face. a familiar face on a black and white inked photo at the corner of ma belle chambre. and if my frivolity that certain day is as quite as refreshingly beyond eccentric, i will walk slowly toward the face with messy hair and acceptable déshabillé, starin at those eyes. a kind of look that always inspires me. sometimes i even slightly smilin at the fuckin pretty face, while lost in my flourishing childish thoughts amidst the shiny sunlight of morning sun. and every night in the darkness when i can't fuckin shut my eyes, and reading myself can't bring myself to sleep; when the night crawlers has retired but the drop of the dawn drizzle drums on the roof when the wind stirs, and the darkness is desolate with the screechin of distant owls; when the moment when everythin i do is not worth a fuckin second, or when a creepy nightmare suddenly wakes me up in the middle of night, onto le visage again my thoughts melt.

don't look back in anger wembley arena live 2008 uploaded by sanghyuk lee on vimeo.

and when i see this video, i can feel everythin. i can feel the every single vibrations of gem archer's fuckin chords, i can feel the holy wave of his voice, i can feel the light, the ambience, the words, the rock and roll. that is what they said. i can see the almost the same story as mine in his eyes, hidin his pain and wound of his brotherhood altercation. should he pray, and sing another love song of no longer have to wait hey sally to kill the pain. i can see the joy on his face when he stoically and vaguely smilin, lookin at gem's face as he improvise the original chords (03:15 - 03:50 brilliantly done, gem). the kinda aforementioned joy i get every time look-up-to-the-photo event takes place. his emotion's pourin down, how i wish sally was not too late.......

paradise by coldplay for ya college boys!

this is truly a paradise. indeed. this song very beautiful and somewhat mind-tickling....... alrite guys despite comments from the madferit followers talkin about this new souvenir from the intellectually melodious coldplay band (yeah i said it) sayin that it will confiscate the hfb's chart position, i crawl my ass out this morning to dedicate this post to coldplay's avid listeners. haha. never my intention to compare (and not to be unfair), both hfb and mylo xyloto original album will definitely go into my rack. and btw, coldplay's mylo xyloto will be released today! 24 october 2011. ya know i used to be thinking that two of these bands (before the disbanding of oasis) are both unspeakably awesome but in their own unique way. it is a complete difference between a band based by group of former students of a prestigious university in london with a band founded by the coolest bad boy from the construction site in town. and by 'town' i mean manchester. both of them have their own identity in writing their music. both have their own game and strategy in collecting fans. personally for me, as i am one of those bad boys, i'd go for the coolest bad boy in town's music. college boys would come second. haha no hard feeling mates, please.

paradise by coldplay as uploaded by carlos bermudez on vimeo.

version originale by hangar (highly high)

smokerrrsss! i just found an excellent song for you to listen to. it's a timeless smoking joint song. ethereal and reckless one. very very original. this piece belongs to a newcomer from france based band, namely hangar. i imagine this song was composed with a lot of weeds consumption. but with good taste and love feel. it is a song about she, love, life, stars, sea, wind and air. what a perfect elements, very playful and relax. it's like our original life version. lookin at the video, is very cool. cool without even trying (errr i'm proud with myself but how i wish i can speak francais perfectly and is one of them hangar, lol). definitely will take the france's music world by storm, or at least stay low profile but producing lot more mind floating musics. au revoir.

noel gallagher's fucking high flying birds

1."everybody's on the run" 5:30

2."dream on" 4:29

3."if i had a gun" 4:09

4."the death of you and me" 3:29

5."(i wanna live in a dream in my) record machine" 4:23

6."aka... what a life!" 4:24

7."soldier boys and jesus freaks" 3:22

8."aka... broken arrow" 3:35

9."(stranded on) the wrong beach" 4:02

10."stop the clocks" 5:04

total length 42:27

my question is that where are these tracks? can someone tell me?

11. "alone on the rope"

12. "let the lord shine a light on me"

13. "the good rebel"

14. "i'd pick you every time"

so i heard these are the tracks for noel gallagher's hfb. so maybe i was wrong but hell yeah! released on 17th fucking octobre 2011 eleven. nice numbers noel. kahkahkah! wait wait wait boobs and pussies, smokers and fuckers spare me some time. i will definitely scribbling about it as soon as i grabbed this fuckin shiny masterpiece (w/p tak dok ore baco). fuckin basterd vinyl one. i am a chipper, son of bitch! hahaha.

aka... broken arrow (love to the beloved)

pokka, alay, mare, buleng, mike, payed, ahleng, uh, paih, safuwe, matjey and last but never the least, you. i dedicated this beautiful song to you, my father, friends (i put the names randomly), you are my friend i love you too, so apology accepted? #puking. "fallen angels broken arrow, shine the light out into the shadow... "

aka... broken arrow from knubbelberry on vimeo.

very very groovy i tell ya. something that don't need an explanation about it's coolness. listen to it yourself and you'll know it. excellent one. one part of this tune can sound a lil bit spooky knowing the fact that you'll definitely addicted to it, while some other parts it can be somewhat a retro-dancing-twist, then it also can appear as a melancholy but the best part i tell ya, is that it can inject the verve and vibrancy vibes into ya. no doubt monsieur noel is the better gallagher.

specsuckstra

mornin dudes, how's breakfast? did you made a meal and threw it up? no? good good good. me neither. you see it's not sunday mornin yet. haha. right, so i post a gif picture that i made specially for you celebrating the weekend. actually it is a bunch of polaroid pictures that i snapped during my last holiday by using my handsome spectra camera with two packs of expired films not from impossible project but from image factory (expired on 2007) and as fucken unfortunate as usual, only half of them politely ejecting themselves, another half stuck in the middle of the stupid roller as the battery weakened. the problem is, the film type for spectra series no longer produced so all the films available now is the expired films except from the cool impossible project team (thanks to them for makin great effort in getting back the nostalgia of instant analog cam). and another problem is that the battery for the camera comes attached with the films. so let's say if you have couple or more films left but the battery runs out, it will be wasted just like that. and as quite as obvious, all the photos have the red-yellowish hue. it's due to the high temperature as the chemical emulsion used to instantly develop the film is fucken sensitive to temperature. as if all of these weren't a total junk, in order to preserve the battery you need to keep it in the fucken fridge and have your little sister mistaken it with milk cookies for supper. and all your finished products of polaroid photos need a very special care, not to be exposed to humidity and what not. above all of these shits, i personally really think it's really worthy for a vintage stuff like spectra polaroid camera. extremely fucken 90's and exciting. plus spectra is one of the coolest vintage polaroid camera amongst all. apart from the sx 70 of course. it has a very sharp lens, self timer function, flash options, auto focus, distance finder and sound options. definitely not that shabby. believe me it'll worth your money or at least it can make all your mega-pixel-digi-machine obsessive friends jealously lookin at you joyfully developing your cute little photo. what an instant karma of modern tech. see you soon!

aka... what a life!

apart from tonnes of comments from girls saying they would love to be in lady boobies' place and lady boobies herself, the aka.. what a life! video clip is very subtle on giving the audiences the message. as quite as obvious, it is a continuation between the if i had a gun and the death of you and me video, starts with flashbacks from both videos. there are lady boobies and more boobies and noel's fan i would say, russell edward brand. haha! he appears as errr i'm not sure but he and two other blondies forced that lovely lady boobies to drink something they call blue rune or some shits like that to "feel the anesthetic of bravery" and bla bla bla. then lady boobies found herself in a deserted area lying down like a matchstick, high and wasted... whilst the song enters. noel's voice seems irresistible right? am i right mates? girls? haha. but i think he gets better and better in every fucking song. then the plots hurried by one by one; lady boobies was dumped like a dumpster into the trunk, noel's truck broke down, he hitchhikes the two blondies and makes a short indie movie out of them as evident by using gaf super 8 camera namely 'soulsucker'? looking cool and antique! ...and lastly he saves the girl. the video ends with noel as usual, stoically and recklessly driving into the sun with the happy face of lady boobies whilst a cheerful whistling tune abruptly be heard (i imagine it's from noel of course). sorry to waste your time with me rambling but i think the video is about an invitation to carefully think before making choice and decision in our very own world. like what he did. good advice noel. hurm, and good taste on girl you got looks like we have thing in common. hahaha yeah you go man! and for ya mates, enjoy video.

noel gallagher's high flying birds - aka... what a life! (hd) from iroken on vimeo.

surya talk; say no to smoking

this little box is one of my favorite really. originally made in indonesia with exotic indonesian blend, very unique and very cheap but it's only available over the counter not to be displayed as an item for sellin purpose for it is some kinda illegal in my country. because rumors has it that it contains illicit drugs haha. one piece can stay for quite a time making it's double a cheap. come with a neat package it smells like sweet candy or a woman with clover drops that will give an instant urge to inhale through it. the tobacco is blended with clover that's what gives it an exotic tropical sensation. upon hittin it, sparks fly away jumpin out of it while crackin sound sprinklin over. fuckin original, cool and sensual yet i don't really know where the sound comin from. the clover perhaps? often as always that i see people runnin their matchstick beneath the cigarette and when i ask them why they simply tell me it's just the way to make it at best by doing just like that. "to make it crispier, scout." an even older friend told me once. i ain't sure if it's applicable to the others (smilin and chucklin). the smoke is very thick, leavin an extreme numb feelin upon contact with your tongue, and a blowy mint as you inhale deeper through your throat. for best, hold it for few seconds then you'll feel like your soul floatin away from your high body. aftertaste is as very sugary as sugar cane juice. serves as nice as when you really have nothin to do. worked astoundingly not too shabby after an overnight awake over thinkin whether she was the one whilst your old vinyl record of wistful compilation playin over the atmosphere, so low you can hardly hear it and out of sudden you think that your gramophone is broken, leavin all your foolish thoughts of your life behind. but still smoking is never good for your health. peace folks.

a drop in the ocean.......

i am pretty sure all of you guys have been listening to the aka.. what a life! single but i just found a superb acoustic version of it. noel did it very very well. he just showed us what is the meaning of a true entertainer. here, je vous laisse le savorer peu a peu. haha!

aka... what a life! (acoustic) by jc rkid001

but that is not the completion of our innocent day saving up the obsession over all of these shits today. don't get angry too soon mate coz this is the fookin main menu; the b side of aka.. what a life! single called let the lord shine a light on me. upon listening to it my first impulse was to conclude that this piece is something another, that is quite out of habitude that he would do but in a good way. the alluringly rock-with-mellow-twist music slowly creeps into your veins, like magic. the words in the song beautifully composed with influences of threnody but i reckon it is not. if it is, for himself it will be, not for other person. maybe for his past as one of the oasis members, declaring that he is now not the exact same person anymore. let the lord shine a light on me is an empathic statement and a new point for him. whatever it is smokers, believe me this tune can fookin shake you to the core. consider yourself in his shoes when you lethargically lie down on your couch with your eyes half open looking at the white ceiling while the smell of cigarette's smoke thinly lingers around and you feel like you are just a tiny drop in the vast ocean and the world is no longer your hope....... anyway visit the official store or itunes for digital buying. bye bye guys i have class to attend #fking pathetic. -..-

let the lord shine a light on me by matnaing

camel talk; say no to smoking

got this at a railway station during a trip with my brother. ten bucks for a staggering twenty pieces. of a turkish and american blend. the smell is very rich and sweet, thick and concentrated with fresh tobacco leaves just got out from the oven or whatever shit. it tastes quite bitter with a thin pungent sensation with hints of numb at the tip of your tongue that went away slowly while the high lingers. my first attempt with wooden cigarette holder bought by my friend at main bazar multiplied the tastes. i'm not sure whether it is because of the wooden holder or the fact that the cigarette doesn't have filter but it does give a bit of difference seemingly resembles hitting a bong or a joint. lol. the cigarette burns very fast as you would't even realize it, leaving an aftertaste like some kinda fucking bitter sensation as if you were sipping espresso into your throat or shit. just not enough. lavish and costly. do come in handy when you are suddenly awake at middle of night in sleeping coach in an old train, after just couple hours of wakeless sleep and realizing that there is nothing to do. or during your personal quality time watching a vibrant 80's film by rob reiner featuring a group of kids searching a dead body struck by a train set in a fictional town of castle rock, oregon, in the same fucking old train. have a nice day smokers.

alone on the rope :|

what's up mate? this is another, yet, automatic classic from the notoriously elegant noel gallagher's high flying birds entitled alone on the rope. during the first listen, the sound sounds familiar in a peculiar way. the chords and drum beats seem very friendly to my ears as if i'd been listening to it for a period of time. thence the magical voice with simply outstanding lyrics and generous ostinato infiltrate through your cerveau and hastily it detects; an excellent masterpiece! the song wraps up with an irresistible plucks haha. simply put, it's an instant likable. this kind of a love song will remind you to a scene where you were sitting, crying so hard that you can't even open your fucking eyes, that you regret the most because of someone. and it's a good tune to be paired with a ciggy break during your cold breezy night in the attic gazing at the stars while your head lying on your arm, alone. ;p jouir!

noel gallagher's high flying birds alone on the rope by matnaing

i'd pick you every time...

yak boktam! bak kato sain kawe gak boring la poh pasa noel pah ke ceroh. caro ah sajo jah nok dedikasi part of this blog ko perkembangey the first effing shit album solo noel. banyok lagi muzik lain kawe dengar cumo tokdea jah lagih. my listening spectrum quite vast i would say. haha. ok nih ado lagu baru pulok baru jah discovered jugok daripado high flying birds. tapi hok nih bunyi bunyi rumor gak b side of the if i had a gun single. kiro mace leak la jugok nih pasa kalu tgk di youtube tokleh lagi kalu tepat kawe nih. emi music block. hmm. bunyi supo country music sikik. tak dok bbunyi britpop, ado gayo classic rock nursery rhyme gituh. haha ado ko? lagu wak ttido anok molek jugok nih. it's not that i don't like it. seksok guno lagu nih doh wak ttido anok kaka. po berrruk bak kato safuwe gak. natey sungguh! hmph. baguh jugok bbena noel tera the another hidden side of his talent. baru versatile ore kato. and baru lejend. ko guano? pendapat kawe jah nih. eih tok ingak tajuk dio i'd pick you every time. sorry guys i'm in hurry. here for google translate. ;p

dengar i'd pick you every time by clicking the link. i will definitely upgrade the player later. enjoy!

he'll pick you up every time ain't he? takdok aroh bedooh nih letok gamba nih. haha!

nothing but last chance

i dedicated this to my three respectful friends. a reckless high school mate now in new jersey, i hope you are well. you might think this is too cheesy, boring and worthless. hell with that. secondly, my old pal right there far away in tasmania, enjoy it i know you will fucking like it. haha. last but not least, my from-we-were-both-shakermakers buddy who probably is hitting the coke, listen to these while you are at it. timeless smoking crack pipe songs.

noel gallagher's high flying birds - if had a gun from verstaerker on vimeo.

the video clip for the oasis' ex composer, singer and guitarist's if i had a machine gun finally out actually almost a week ago. effortlessly catching attention with that bit of stoic expression on his face. what i love about it is how the story behind the how the band split and the rivalry between them being depicted bit by bit, shaded by the bold, but lame and cliche story of a cowboy who heroically barged into his girlfriend's wedding riding a stallion, jumped and kissed her in the fucking pool full with fucking stupid balloons (i hate balloons) while the capricious bystanders were looking and laughing at them. i can't help but noticed that one of the bystanders was holding an impressive vintage super 8mm video camera maybe of minolta or halina? forget it. he then grabbed her away to a place with shrubs everywhere on his stallion while the sun sets. and noel? where is he? he was the fucking shepherd. well in music he is. he, being the shepherd or pastor lead us the flock with his music. very well symbolized. with that humble and unpretentiously elegant appearance monsieur noel owes us a bow realizing that his emergence was almost like a cameo but plays a very big role behind it all. lastly the video shows a man with white shirt and sunglasses holding a black book walking into a place called 'last chance'. to be continued...

nothing by the script by canyouhearthis

...and by the way lovers and smokers, this moment might be your last chance before you hear nothing. do whatever you have to do to whoever you need to. before too late. just saying...

if i had a gun by noel gallagher

noel gallagher's high flying birds, if i had a gun.. by jc rkid001

believe me it is an ultimate automatic classic. this is the music that my two holes beside my head they call them ears wanna hear. very extremely beautiful and real. fucking decent lyrics from an awesome songwriter. composed with right amount of love feel. i couldn't expect much. beyond mediocre, but enough. enough to push him further into superstardom. enough to make us can't get enough with it. this is a shiny piece of shit. warning; can make your mind floats in surrealism (if you were to listen to it in a car passing a beautiful yellowish grassy field at 7am with right amount of speed while thinking of all your loved ones haha). i tried it and stunningly it worked. smoke it! if only i really had a gun, i'd shoot a hole into the sun and let the love burn this city down for you. :)

i'm on cloud nine

http://soundcloud.com/matn

hey what's up guys? ever heard of this nastily nifty (in a very good way) thing called soundcloud? i bet you guys already been using it but for those who haven't yet heard of it i will kindly cut you some slacks. soundcloud from my point of view is a place where people connect with each other by using their passions in music. we can upload and record and share and spread and whatsoever our music to the soundcloud so that other people can also enjoy yours and at the same time you can enjoy theirs (i know it's sounds stupid i hate giving explanation). bla bla bla but one thing that i like about soundcloud is the dropbox application. very brilliant. it makes sharing music as easy as abc. haha. you just need to upload your music that you wanna share by clicking on the dropbox (see below, the grey thingy) and choose whether you wanna record or upload your music. feel free to click on mine and share what you have in mind. kaka. go check it out and explore it yourself now for more info. believe me it'll worth the check for you normal people. have a nice day.

son of a gun

son of a gun! what a fucking unfortunate day. i just met my old friend that kinda turned into my enemy haha. met him at a nearby car wash. he is running a workshop that kinda sells tires, two-strokes engine's oil and also runs car wash. to make the story simpler, let's just plunge into the flashback of our friendship when we were both kids. here is the story; we were very closed to each other though he's slightly older than me and both were shakermakers, bad hats, tricksters, hellions, cut-ups and what-shit-not when we were kids. lots of bittersweet memories i reckon. until one day a stupid quarrel happened and we fought like dogs. after the incident we never met as i was studying at border school and never hang out with him. and if we came across with each other both would pull a sour face with clenched fists. always wanna make a row. every other day the bond of brotherhood seems less and less. when we grew older, as we were kinda brought up in a different way we also kinda ended up as a quite different teenager. i heard a lot of things about him you know, bad things. but when i was seventeen i met him once during an accidental ping pong match. he won the match and i remember i felt like a piece of shit (i let him win). i thought he had moved on and just forgot the past but we never spoke nor smiled nor looked at each other's pretty face during the match. #puking.

there goes our story. a brief stupid story about a beautiful friendship that went into enmity. sometimes i randomly feel wrong with what happened to our friendship. he was a very cheerful buddy with tonnes of corny and lame jokes, kinda party starter type of person then. and just now at the car wash, i still can feel the tension between us. he called me 'beruk' (a harsh and rude way to address other people by equating them with ape). heck what a jerk. or maybe he was not intended to point the word to me? i don't know. i respect our past friendship but if you wanna play game with me go ahead pal, i will certainly go with the flow. >:| but strange enough, every time i hear this song my mind will automatically reminiscent about the story of our friendship that went sour though the words in it has nothing related to it (maybe just part of it kaka). just can't help it. the truth is, to loss a friend though he is not yet dead is a peculiar loss because he is not that far away (being alive and kicking) but at the same time very far away (being an enemy). #lol. but doesn't it feels good to sometimes think back all the childhood memories rite? to all friends out there appreciate your friends before they gone. a friend in need is a friend indeed. enjoy avenged sevenfold and have a nice evening. rip friendship.

avenged sevenfold's so far away from suwandi on vimeo.

oktofuckingmat

these are some of the pictures from my first stupid and cheap rolls that i snapped at terrapuri (fookin amazing thing) by using my fookin oktomat, the plastic camera with eight plastic lens. out of three fookin rolls, only one that actually worked. the other two was over exposed and damaged. the pictures mostly seem not enough color and are very bright with light leak everywhere. and for that i blame the cheapjack film. #sigh. but actually, light leak is a common thing for most plastic cameras. sometimes it kinda beautifies and adds aesthetic value or feeling to the picture. and what i love the most is how it can make a certain picture looks very retro, olskool, 90s or 60s hippyish. lol. #really? just a random humble opinion. putting up all of these things, those are the reasons why lomography or analogue photography interesting. photography never been this much of fun and enjoyable. especially the feeling during the developing process of the film. excitingly throbbing with a little bit of frustrating. slowly you are addicted to the feeling. alrite, time to enjoy the okto mini movies. they made me dizzy. have a nice day though.

for the drunken and beginners!

ivres et debutants by deportivo from christophe acker on vimeo.

this is certainly not deportivo de la coruna but this is definitely a french trio rock band. maybe they are of great fans of the spanish soccer team that they formed a band named after it. just maybe. the song called ivres et debutants. a very good and excellent french rock piece. sounds like matthew bellamy's muse at some points. don't get me wrong both bands are awesome. just throwing out my humble opinion. and owh yes, the video is cool. original. fresh. #really? haha. i just love it. lalala we are more or less drunk and beginners lalala bitterness is like plague lalala tell yourself it's the time my boy lalala.......

gobshite part 2

it's just tooo baaad. i just can't focus in every fookin thing that i do nor i did. neither the thing that i will do. #is such english even exist? just because of this fookin latest mojo edition where the chief, monsieur noel as guest editor presenting his personally mixed cd of rock n roll wonders. it's a must have for me. but it's just too bad that i can't find it in every single fookin bookstore at my place. i hate it very much. hope this fookin edition will fly to my country soon. and..

..to make it worse, i just discovered this fookin september issue of q magazine. the hot list. "dying never seemed like a good idea..." red hot chilli peppers won't be killed! noel fookin gallagher goes solo. coldplay hit the studio. just reading the titles. and what-shit-not. an absolute gotta-have-and-read it. hmmh. so that's it. this is gobshite part 2. just wait for the next part. have a nice day.

the wind will carry us..

salut guys. i think i will just say that i am an instant fan of this song. it's just beautiful at least for my fucking ears. though i am not a francophone but i just can feel it. don't know what it is but my reckless soul is very fond to it. my exuberant mind seems to react with it in a good manner, and i find myself very relax. the beats and the sound of the strings can cause temporary amnesia, that will makes you forget all the fucking troubles and problems. #puking. i know it's kinda too much. haha. but yeah for me this is a very good masterpiece. a melancholy. not to mention the official video of this song is also very windy. go check it out for your own good man. and bertrand cantat is very cool. he looks like a gone-rock-and-roll-shipless-pirate with that piercing stuffs and looks like a homeless-guy-under-the-bridge-is-awake with that hairdo. effortlessly cool right? and what a perfect style for a mugshot after an offense for possession of marijuana. baaad boy. from his face we can probably feel that his little heart screaming for help from a very very dark and deep shit. ;P but he is just sooo fucking talented isn't he? gtg guys, gonna pierce my ears and do somethin to my fucking hair. ouch. have a very nice day whistling to the tune. au revoir. ;|

gobshite part 1

i just thought that maybe, i can post something about the overblown music god, father of all rock and roll? idk that is just what they say. what i meant was noel gallagher. i was thinking of posting something about our very own oafish noel gallagher but, considering that the last post was also about him (in order to brilliantly elude myself from being fucking gay) and the gifs that i promised (well at least to my fucking self) to put here, the situation ended up with me posting a random and bollocks picture(s). fucking stupefying right? no? ok no problem with that. anyway, just so you know that there are a lot more. well you may say that i am definitely, not maybe, just a boorish teenager that is easily influenced with crappy stuffs like that. judge me. it's ok. haha. have a nice day guys! ;)

aku nge mu (noel) mapuh doh?

alrite guys, the very first time i feel that i am obliged, that i must write something. 'do it scout' i heard noel in my holy little heart said (brrr, boring). well the time is now. i am the 360,639th man! (to watch this video on youtube) kakaka. i know, fookin lame you wanna say? haha. noel mannn. it's noel gallagher's the death of you and me! this is the song from our monsieur noel gallagher's high flying birds new album that a pretentious rock and roll person like me (downgrading my fookin self for no reason) had waited for. i can remember the same feeling i felt when i first listened to the importance of being idle when i was like fifteen when i first listened to this. same chills. maybe because both songs are sung by noel fookin gallagher? or just try to listen carefully to the drum beats of both song. hmm. quite giving out same atmosphere. i also reckon one of the lines in this song is as much the same as in the some might say song. alrite take this; "some might say that sunshine follows thunder" in some might say song and "but isn't it a pity that the sunshine is followed by the thunder" in the death of you and me. well this is only my fookin personal opinion. i think monsieur noel gallagher kinda like the word sunshine and many more words that we can repeatedly hear whenever we are listening to his songs which can't remember any right now which is fookin stupidous. the video, it was cool. i <3 lady boobies. the noel pushing the woman into the pool part is very cool. i think he was thinking of pushing liam into the pool. whatever it is, everything he did in the video, has fookin meaning. well i'm not gonna say that i'm gonna buy the album, no! or to fookin try to imitate monsieur noel gallagher's accent in this song. haha. tell me is there any straight person that can't fookin stop being fookin gay when it comes to noel? gay joke i suppose. kahkahkah. anyway what a nice song to the ears and what a fookin masterpiece. kinda remind me to someone. have a nice time listening to it. sorry for the too much 'haha'.

round and round

round and round around urbanscapes two thousand eleven. the event was held at astaka pj ten days ago and there were a lot of local band performances.. and street comedy? idk. it was insane. also there were guitar hero, muddy feet, overrated cupcakes, plastic cameras, cigarettes, tropical juices, ping pong, speakers, ice creams, polaroids, hot air balloon, fixies to name a few and most importantly hot chicks. =p

acu royat teh awok

it's very damn euphoric to hear to this for exactly a hundred times over and over. oh help, i'm lame tortured by this tune though i have been listening to it before. stumble the vc upon blog ali yang tak bosan as i was browsing the blog for no good. haha pulling your leg. gratitude, i'm stupid listening masochistically. how i wish i was the jerk in the video. haha.

gave up, no? haha

last two days i was thinking about updating this blog. same as last three weeks. and same as last seven months. well i was destined to not to live with a blog? hmmeh. it's been errr can i say it's been a while? it's been a year since my last entry. and within a year a lot of things happened. goddammit i don't know what to write. blogging is fooking boring. i'm on the verge of puking right now. within one year a lot of changes happened. i used this sentence before no? yes i was. bye guys. i give up. haha wait. the story was i was gonna update the blog yesterday, but after i saw the last post was on july 23rd 2010, i went, arh i wanna make it a year between last post and the next one instead of 364 days gap. haha. and now i am lazy enough to make mini movie (as they call it) by using picture that i snap using oktomat. that fookin oktomat. out of my first three stupid rolls, only one that went out well. luckily planking picture of my friend went out just okay. and mine was just okay too. fuck i cannot focus on writing this shit! it's 5-3 now for singapore vs malaysia.