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Gila-a-a-a-a

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Therapy by Rebekka Guðleifsdóttir

Therapy by Rebekka Guðleifsdóttir

Hoping for the last ship to arrive
I’ve been blessed with a kingdom, half-mine

Gila-a
Gila-a-a-a-a
Gila-a
Gila-a-a-a-a
Gila-a-a-a-a
Gila-a-a

Playing with irony there. Beach House’s Gila.

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Do you know that quivering feeling as if when you speed up the shutter speed of 24/25 fps footage? Everything going jerky like Saving Private Ryan war theater.

That’s how I define irrational jealousy.

Uncontrollable fear and insecurity.

Then you hit the shutter speed below 1/30 with ND 8 on a bright day light of those raging jealousy.

You control the flaring fear, you eclipse the insecurity vignette.

Smooth cotton sea at long exposure at 12 o’clock.

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Lucky bastard.

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Afterthought. Those feeling is also true when you’re zombified from sleep deprivation. Your senses assaulted by a manic Drill Sergeant out of nowhere.

Blaring horn at the side of the road like screaming banshee to you ears. Uneven light blinding you like psychedelic trip. You pushed your step from the hard asphalt road to the cold concrete to the warmth edge of your bed.

Sleep. Solace.

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Still. Lucky prick.

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Fez Knows Mandalorian, Klingon, Quenya, Cthonic the Language of the Elder Gods

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Mew!

Black Cat by Blitzenius

Finally Facebook forced me to accept their new “Myspace” layout. Next week they’ll forced feed me with gibberish status update.

I’m glad there’s still humour in the coding department.

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My last entry seemed like I’m overtly enthusiastic with my old job. Whereas, the faster I finished up the task. The earlier I could take my break for the Laneway Festival in Singapore.

I know that I can’t digest the whole information in a week to create the database from zero and I don’t dare to set my own dateline before the music festival. Thus, I’m pretty much pessimistic about my presence to the festival.

At least there’s still Deftones and MGMT to look forward to.

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Freelancing is fun, and scary world of responsibilities.

I’m half-way being the Subsea Engineer with a part-timer job as cinematographer, but nowhere near the 2-axis motion time-lapse videographer that I wanted to be.

February will be the month I collected few time-lapse shot of the urban cities and the rural areas for my portfolio.

March to June, a 3 month spells of HDSLR production work with Astro.

July to September, course work at TWI, Thailand or Scotland for CSWIP 3.4U Underwater Inspection Controller.

October to December, offshore work at Turkmenistan or oversea cinematography work with Manggis.tv — again.

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I’ll ask her out.

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January 19, 2011 at 1:07 am

Numbers: 1857, 2000, 2222, 749269

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“Hello. 1857 artists. Is it any wonder that the compatibility is super?” She said.

I never realized the magnitude of the accumulated scrobbled artists in my library until phynaz mentioned it on the shoutbox.

Scrobbling since 26 Oct 2005 doesn’t that make such a wander.

Music community on the internet help much in sampling the ever eclectic taste of music genre.

Much thanks to leesunlay for his manic library of post-rock at:

http://community.livejournal.com/aural_atresia

‘This Post Will DESTROY Your Hardisk’ indeed true to its title. I got a dedicated external HD for iTunes after much sampling from his LJ.

ColonelTheSlav, the insane Burek. This guy is one crazy Croatian. Diverse collection of music, from bebop & jazz to grindcore & harsh noise. Word of caution, his blog is NSFW:

http://www.terrornoiseaudio.blogspot.com/
http://flying-teapot.blogspot.com/

I’m currently following the duo who make the monthly Music Alliance Pact at:

http://wakingupto.wordpress.com/

Each sampling comes with a thorough comment. Take for example, the 2222th scrobbled artists in my library: trinkets – What Letters Failed To Achieve.

in an accelerated era of instant music floating about on countless electronic press kits, it feels so comfortable receiving something on the recommendation of a friend, and listening to it without having to deal with “recommended if you like” comparisons. all tom told me about trinkets when he passed me the old museum last night was that it was a band from brisbane and the music was “nice and mellow”, which sums up this album rather neatly. the band’s simple combination of guitars, violins, bass and drums is emotionally engaging with its keen sense of pace and space – crucial for an album recorded live, in this case at the old queensland museum. the last track of their set before their improvisational pieces, “what letters failed to achieve” seems to validate with both its title and content the role of instrumental music in stirring you in ways where words fall short. when things recede into an aching emptiness in the middle of the song, i hold my breath with the rest of the audience, urging the band on for that final flourish. – dan.

The instrumental is as dreamy as the explanatory note.

For the 2000th artists is a bit of unexpected. The girl who make me realised that the statistics of my populated artists embraced her music compatibility — also sang.

Elementary of statistics breeds Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious compatibility. Or in this case, SupercalifragilisticExplosionsInTheSky. If you love EitS, you’ll love God Is an Astronaut, The Album Leaf and Deepset (M’sian post-rock group)

I know, I don’t have to wonder why my music compatibility with indie and post-rock population on last.fm is SUPER.

There’s a slew of indie artist that I found through AMP Channel V.

Izzy Mohamed – Folk / Acoustic
http://amp.channelv.com/izzymohamed

Aiqa Halim – Alternative / R&B
http://amp.channelv.com/aiqa

Nadhirah Rashid – Acoustic / Other
http://amp.channelv.com/nadhirahrashid

I just found out that Aiqa Halim is related with the latter. She’s Nadhirah Rashid’s mum’s cousin. You can see where the music gene flows in the family.

So, here’s another indie artist in my list, an amused muse: Safinaz Yazed – Ego.

An apt song for the 100th score (2000th) as I finally conscious with the number. Bloated or deflated, that comes with ego.

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That’s Mrs. Trent Reznor (NIN) promotional picture for How to Destroy Angels. With jet black long hair, Phynaz do resembles the West Indian Girl — Mariqueen Maandig.

High on Placebo

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Placebo Live in KL @ Life Centre.

Placebo Live in KL @ Life Centre.

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.

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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!

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March 17, 2010 at 6:23 pm

Women/Ladies Reclaim/Rock the Night @ Arab Square + Cloth & Clef

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Sinar Mentari, Oh Korea

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Faux sakura trees and CNY red lantern taken outside Pavilion Kuala Lumpur, February 2010

Faux sakura trees and CNY red lantern taken outside Pavilion Kuala Lumpur, February 2010

Mentari Korea by Raja Ema, Malaysian theme song for Seoul 1988 Games of the XXIV Olympiad.

If there’s one song that’s pivotal in the 80’s — for me — it’s this song.

The tune has been alternating between the 65daysofstatic, Placebo and Kings of Convenience playlist — to warm up the upcoming concert in March 2010.

Nostalgic :)

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February 27, 2010 at 2:09 pm

Eclipse of the Soul

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I just got back from Singapore.

I missed a lot of thing during the span of the new year, even though I’ve been taking a day off from the very event that I’m scheduled to participate — yet job precedes ‘everything’, and the replacement leaves had been accumulating to hundred of days, exceeding 4 months.

I missed all the Steve McCurry workshop and talk last year (and the last 1st week of January 2010) due to my work.

I missed a couple of concert and art event, even though I’m just around Singapore at that time — can’t be away, since that would be MIA.

I missed the solar eclipse while I’m in Singapore — I didn’t bring my 5DM2 with me, due to excess baggage — the EPIRB (Emergency Position Indicating Radio Beacon) took half of my bag spaces.

I misses her — Sue.

Recent news of her dad is in a good light. He’s recuperating well. The malignant cancer receding.

I’m happy for her.

Then came the news of the accepted proposal from ‘Mr. Paint-Man’.

I’m…happy for her?

I’m at Miri offshore and Labuan onshore in the span of 3 months when we broke up. When she broke up with me with that text to my parent.

The reason: because I follow my ex-gf Twitter and the Flickr set of a virtual avatar with my ex-gf. Seriously, this is the first time social networking becomes a reason for a break-up to me.

When it comes to proposal, isn’t it my parent advice to both of us to wait for your dad condition to get better?

She did told me, she’s joining an art class while I’m away being offshore, but I’ve never thought it’s more than just canvas painting.

It’s all right to defend myself, she said but never once I’ve got the chance to meet up.

Then came the acerbic comments of her relatives and friends in the Facebook regarding me, which she finally deleted me from her list. What’s the story behind that bitterness?

I’ve revisited the spot, the gallery, the route, the eateries and the sanctum of our shared thought — the last one month after the Miri long project. I’ve never felt so distant when I’m just physically close to the shadow of that past.

It’s so kafkaesque.

That reminds me, she still has a copy of my Franz Kafka’s Metamorphosis and Marjane Satrapi’s Persepolis. Then again, she gave me a hard copy of Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet. Maybe that’s a good deal of books swap.

Just tonight, before I read her entry. I walk along the Sushi Restaurant that we used to go. It’s one of the first time we had a long conversation. I remember when she cried when I told her how I remain supportive of her — all those years when I got back from UK. That thought alone is the strongest, on how frail humanity are without their love one. Holding her hand is comforting — like a comforting thought of mutual adoration.

Those years back from UK, we’re just friend back then, with me having a whole lot more problem with my life: dad in IJN having a by-pass surgery, my working visa being refused by UK Immigration and Customs while I got a house and bills to settle back in UK, just going through another break-up and having a fresh start with life with cynicism while the family got loads of lawsuit from relatives due to the lion’s share of the late grandfather’s wealth.

Life is full with cynicism.

I’m content with my past ex-gf who helped me to gain my confidence back, to live life optimistically. Which is ironic, when I’m the one who’s usually being the good listener, and giving other people hope and motivation.

With Sue, I’m living a hope.

I finally got a full-frame sensor Canon Eos 5D Mk II, even though I’m just a hobbyist and she’s camera shy. She’s sweet like that :)

I make an appointment with property agent to buy a house nearby her area of work, once she quit that awful university in Gombak — actually the awful part is the administration and her She-Monster boss. I’ve never told her that, about the apartment or the house.

I would sell the L lenses to afford a decent wedding. I took the 3 month project with a heavy heart because I knew the offshore allowances could at least support me for the RM10k I needed for the wedding.

I talk to my newly-wed colleagues about the procedure and all those paperwork. Which I kept the small note inside my wallet as a reminder.

When she told me about her male Arabic (and the Russian) student who keep on nagging her with marriage proposal, it’s hard to tell her to be patient and wait for me to come back from offshore.

Then the news of her dad’s illness of nasopharyngeal cancer. Which my mum advised both of us, to wait till her dad’s better health before any marriage proposal to be made — when I’m somewhere near the platform in Miri.

Just a few weeks before I gone off to Miri, I’ve invited her to meet my parent for dinner.

There’s so much hope in that small gathering amongst my siblings and parent.

That hope still alight, but it just not with her.

I wish my ex(es) as well as former female best friends happiness and serenity and I believe that we part in good terms due to differences in thoughts and outlook in life.

Differences?

Oh yeah, different geography and art class.

I’m happy for her.

With only bitterness to myself.

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Alcest is playing Ciel Errant from the Souvenirs d’Un Autre Monde album in the background.

Sky wanderer from the memories of another world.

How apt, as I wallow in the distant world of sleepless night.

En ouvrant les yeux le matin
Aussitôt la peine m’emplit
Mais parfois je ne ressens rien
Ou juste le vif sentiment
De ne pas être d’ici…
J’aime alors contempler le ciel
Avoir l’impression de m’envoler
vers les nuages qui passent puis s’effacent
Dans le bleu d’une mer sans fin.

By opening the eyes in the morning
Immediately the pain fills me
But sometimes I feel nothing
Or just the great feeling
Not be here …
I love when contemplating the sky
The feeling of fly
to passing clouds then fade
In the blue of an endless sea.

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And for the record:

I never called Ebb or in contact with her since I dated you (Sue).

I don’t know who’s the one keep telling you lies about Ebb and me while I’m virtually incommunicado during offshore.

You (Sue) should know better.

Didn’t you experience the same state of erratic communication while I’m offshore for 6 months non-stop years back?

It’s only 3 months — and I promise to get back to you (Sue).

I got back — with discontent. Blaming my self, my job, my cynicism and my tolerance for patience for this failure.

Then I realised, what the effin’ for?

De gustibus, aut bene aut nihil.

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Note to self:

What with the shopping therapy dude?

New L lens, Manfrotto monopod, Lowepro bag, Leatherman knife, Maglite and Surefire led light, Braun Buffel leather ware(s), New Balance hiking shoe(s) and Salomon attire(s)?

Start saving for the new Core i5/i7 15″ MacBook Pro or the Apple iSlate or whatever Apple going to call the tablet PC is.

And more books for the library!

Your marriage to capitalism (and intellectual) is vital!

Deep down I’m crying inside…and so does my wallet.