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