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! ;)