12/25/2011

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?"
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).

12/02/2011

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!


11/25/2011

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?

11/24/2011

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

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.

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.
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 ;)

11/20/2011

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.

11/01/2011

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.......