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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.

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.

Written by cthulhu

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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Riders on the Storm

The Doors

Come on baby, light my fire.

— Jim Morrison (1943–1971), U.S. rock singer and songwriter. 
Song lyric. “Light My Fire”.

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February 8, 2009 at 5:49 pm

Transient Solitude, Dithering Solutions

Let Down
By Radiohead

[…]

You know, you know where you are with
You know where you are with
Floor collapsing
Floating, bouncing back
And one day….
I am going to grow wings
A chemical reaction
Hysterical and useless
Hysterical and…

Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground
Let down and hanging around

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Like Estragon and Vladimir, I’m forever Waiting for Godot. The faculty of anticipation bordering absurdity as the capacity of waiting withering.

Is it so hard to make one commitment to fill this epoch of time, when there’s absolutely no hindrance, no attachment to other place and at least a foresight of expecting to be near-presence of this locality?

One day off. Near and about. Silence.

I feel sorry for myself. I’m trying too hard to appease this facetious pantomime. Mouthing and jerking and twitching for semblance of plausible expression. I’m humouring my ill-humoured self with certainty with certain degree of sacrificing the prospect of my hectic life.

One day off the hectic life on this eventful day.

And I found myself thinking — aloud — Why?

Perhaps it’s time to be overtly apathetic. Curbing the liquidity of resources to bare minimum. Saying yes, to say no. To contradict myself, for my own benefit — not being selfish — rather, just to be self-aware.

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I know, it’s not a promises. And you know it’s the day. Yet the day wasted with you in the familiarity of personal-comfort. I should know better, for someone who is used to normalcy, impromptu event sounds taboo.

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Update:

Alright, my fault.

*sigh*

Man, I’m really easy to cave in, innit?

*tunneling out*