Archive for March 2010
your higher form of
i truly don’t deserve
I love her pictorial experimental verse — E. E. Cummings like.
It feels so
Hello! I’m TEKHKA and I have a plan.
I work at a recycling factory, and I secretly steal little parts and components.
I would tear them apart, test them, fix them, arrange them and eventually rebuild them and attach them to myself.
I had always wanted to travel through time, and the plan was that.
I am going to be a time machine!” ^^
*TEKHKA = TEKHNOLOGIA (‘technology’ origin from greek) + NOOKA. [Via ART:TECH X NOOKANOOKA]
Just look at the fine ink on the mecha nookanooka vinyl — exquisitely detailed.
Air vent on top, wired with hydraulics and pneumatics cable and trademarked 84 time traveler machine.
I want one! And there’s only one -_-;
Please vote for Najib Art:tech at H5 nookanooka artist series.
Designers Anatomy Ver2.0/09. Limited edition of 55 individually numbered, gold on black.
Alright, if I can’t get TEKHKA, then the dav2 (also designed by Art:tech) would be suffice.
There’s more setlist from Battle for the Sun album. Less from the classic: English Summer Rain, Nancy Boy & Running Up That Hill (Kate Bush’s cover) — yes, it’s very much a nostalgic playlist to me.
They play Every You Every Me, and that was good enough reason being in the smoke-filled mosh pit.
I didn’t have decent camera with me — make do with P&S.
More Brian Molko (minus the arse money-shot. What?), Stefan Olsdal (pecs and abs. What??) and Steve Forrest (boyish bad boy looks. What???) at this less sexually charge entry.
I spent RM100 that day on cab fare (don’t you love public transport in KL?), going around Subang, Damansara and KL.
After few month of procrastinating, I finally send my Canon EOS 5D Mark II and a couple of lenses to Canon HQ for servicing.
Gone to UFL to book Leatherman CX for my knife collection, since the staff at The Gardens & Mid Valley didn’t help much with the reservation.
Did some tax paperwork at LHDN, Jalan Duta.
Hours of browsing at Kinokuniya, which didn’t help with my current pledge for frugality — I bought 2 books there, whereas I already bought 1 book at the Borders, 2 days ago. Ouch!
The short walk to Life Centre from KLCC is all I need to end the hectic day with a blast of rock and roll from Placebo.
As in Hunny Madu (the Fly FM host for the show) shout out: It’s prayer time, yo!
Yes, I realized the irony of respecting the muezzin called for Isyak prayer in a hall full of testosterone and estrogen level mingling around. I much suspect it as a prayer for the Twilight Actiongirl to end their rave mix and let the real party begin!
I bought a few bottle of homemade Baba Nyonya’s sambal udang at this restaurant near my office. They served authentic Portuguese dishes too — as far as I know, I never know much about Mediterranean cuisine.
I was hoping to give it to your mum this Tuesday. I never did visit your parent after I got back from offshore last December 2009. January and February were hectic too, as I’m outstation a lot (Singapore mostly). March seemed to be kind to me. Then again, I did try on that fateful December.
Reading your entry about your dad (chemotherapy for the nasopharyngeal cancer), ridden me with guilt — knowing that my absence for months being offshore was hard for you.
I was never there for you — to console and to hold you, to whisper that everything shall be alright.
It’s a void, ready to be filled.
I’m contemplating of visiting your dad, but after reading this entry — maybe I shouldn’t (and to bring a bottle of sambal udang would be astoundingly rude — because of the mouth ulcer).
Even if I did, I’ll be nothing more than an unwanted ghost of the past — and a phantom I should be.
…He has severe attachment issues. Coping mechanism simply do not operate on an adult level, it is as though in his own mind, he can’t get past age six……At the very least, you could appreciate his conviction, even when it doesn’t reflect your own……We can revel in our past glories, but to relive them is unnecessary……Bitterness and blind faith, with a shot of guilt for catalyst……I stopped being an observer and become a witness. I’ve got the evidence… now where’s the court?……After the first couple of kicks, you don’t feel any pain, just thing breaking inside. Battered by abomination……I’m cold, chilled to the marrow.
Is that you Garth Ennis? Jamie Delano?
You make John Constantine (Hellblazer) chokes my own pitiful mind.
Now, should I listen to my conscience or succumb to my ego?
I cut it off during the embedded heckler intervention — nice touch to the skit. Shame I didn’t record it until the end.
I got a problem uploading HD file on youtube and vimeo only have 500 MB limit per week. I try to reduce the 1080p to 640, but it got blocky artifacts even with 5000 bit rate. Exporting to 720p turns out decent.
Raw upload, no colour grading.
Shot with Canon EOS 5D Mark II, wide open f/2.0 with Canon EF 135mm f/2L USM, 29.97fps, 1/30 s, ISO 1600.
Mounted on Manfrotto monopod. Internal microphone.
Here’s Malaysiakini viceo clip, that captured the ending of the skit.