not necessarily about everything that i dropped off on the paper!: April 2005

Friday, April 29, 2005


A cell-shot of "Tong Tong" Chinese take-away shop in Recreation road in Guildford.
As I said before I know that the quality's a bit odd but it's the best my 6220 can afford & I can't be arsed to work on it on Photoshop or Microsoft photo editor as well!

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Photo taken by moostive / April 2005

In search of Modernism / 1

These photos are all taken by my cell; so I do know that their quality's a bit disappointing but Modernism for sure covers that up, don't you think? lol

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by moostive

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Meeting brothers in Jamaica

Once I traveled from England to Jamaica to see if brothers got a package of Camel light cigarettes laced with curry, kinda those that smell nasty but do taste great, unexpectedly found them smoking some green leaved plants cooked in brownies with some hooka & stuff so I got back to the airport & flew straight back to England. when I got home I just put my suitcases in, wore quite smart & went out to this belly-dancing club round the corner close to my house, I asked for private stripper on my table & she danced & danced & I asked her to dance even more, then I sort of whispered in her ears that I'm gonna take you home tonight, she didn't doubt & promptly accepted the offer, on the way home she asked me for lighter, she had a package of Camel light cigarettes laced with curry, you know kinda those that smell nasty but do taste great.

written by moostive

Friday, April 15, 2005

The Unreal Story / Maybe Part 1

It was March the 10th, the day I was supposed to arrive at Mehrabad airport.
I landed there at 1:45 in the morn & obviously someone was gonna come, pick me up at that time. I had to look around searching for her, she was holding a sign "MY moooosi" so I went up to her & said "I'm Moosi, you gotta be Bebe, aren't ya?" Not saying Yes or No, she passed out seeing how I really look like in real life.
Minutes later she got up, gave me white roses & in response I gave her red roses.
Then we got in the car & what a bloody damn car man! Quality! Top shit! It was BMW!!! Then we were both like so what?!! She said lets go to Aabmiveh Tochaal and have some drinks but the regime had defined a new law that allowed nowhere to be open by 3:00 in the early morn except places like hospitals & stuff so she drove towards my house but I told her I'm gonna stay in hotel for a few days.
she took me to the best hotel & was like "okay sweetie, I guess I'll see you around." but I was like "Oh, come on sweet-heart, I'll be dead if I stay alone in this hotel! Are you really gonna leave now?"
At that point she was convinced to stay with me for 2,3 days. Everything was as planned & now it was time for...0oops; Sorry the rest of the story's kinda private!

Written by moostive & bebe
Re-edited by moostive

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Yes you are, don't gimme that look now, c'mon!

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Ehsan's gift to moostive's blog.
Cheers buddy.
Top piece of art.

& here's another version of it once again by Ehsan:

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Monday, April 11, 2005

Saturday night fever / Catch phrases

1. You know I daydream a lot.
2. Dream good, jerk-off better.
3. You sly fox.
4. Fear out.
5. Nobody says "Super" anymore.
6. I like it when you're quiet & not laying all that shit on me.
7. Maybe's maybe.
8. Spic dick.
9. She's a snotty bitch.
10. Fucking cuntsucker asshole.
11. You got a pair of balls on you, Gus!

12. Ex-priests don't stay back at home.
13. Annette, cigarette!
14. It's a stinking rat-race!
15. He's a half-faggot. He swings both-ways.
16. Are you as good on bed as you're on dance-floor?
17. Fucking sleazy whore!
18. You big fucking hump!
19. Snobs instead of slobs; right?
20. You're a lousy fuck.
21. But she ain't come yet.
22. I know you think I'm promoting your pussy but I ain't.

Friday, April 08, 2005

When Minimalization finds itself ashamed!

Haha, I don't know if this is readable for you or not?!!
Does it really make any difference? lol!

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by moostive

Wednesday, April 06, 2005


You can get this reconstructed on .

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Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Crazy clouds

Kashan free-way, Isfahan, Iran / March 2005

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Monday, April 04, 2005


A view of "Gate of Nations" in Persepolis in Fars, Iran

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Friday, April 01, 2005

Iron Island

Ostensibly a fast-paced tale about poor people in the Persian Gulf living aboard a sinking oil tanker, "Iron Island" is a galloping fable full of offbeat characters and entertaining moments. At the same time, it doesn't take much to read this second feature from director Mohammad Rasoulof ("The Twilight") as a sharp-edged allegory about the country of Iran. Festivals will be happy to sail on its irony and invention, though it may take auxiliary engines to market such a hard-to-classify little gem.

A Farabi Cinema Foundation, Mohammad Rasoulof production. (International sales: Sheherazad Media Intl., Teheran.) Produced, directed, written by Rasoulof.

Capt. Nemat - Ali Nasirian
Ahmad - Hossein Farzi-Zadeh
Girl - Neda Pakdaman

In his white turban and long robes, Ali Nasirian's old Capt. Nemat (who is certainly a relative of Jules Verne's Captain Nemo) runs a tight ship. This benevolent dictator is almost a father to the scores of poor, homeless, uneducated families who live on his immensely overcrowded tanker, anchored several hundred yards offshore.

Taking care of "accounts" keeps him in constant motion as he walks through the ship selling everything from medicine to cell phone calls. As a marriage broker, he intervenes in his tenants' most intimate lives. He keeps them swarming around busily all day long, taking the ship apart to sell piece by piece as scrap iron. The fact that the ship's owner and the "authorities" have ordered him to evacuate the place presents no problem. He simply refuses.

Following the illusions he holds up to them, everyone blindly obeys his orders, except the young boy Ahmad (Hossein Farzi-Zadeh), his love-sick assistant. The girl Ahmad pines for (Neda Pakdaman) is the property of her father, who has no intention of selling her cheaply. Ahmad's only contact with his beloved -- who, like all the other faceless women aboard, is hidden behind a sinister black face mask -- is their tender nightly exchange of personal objects through the portholes.

Another beautiful character is the angelic Baby Fish, who spends his time wading through the tanker's bowels with a net, catching small fish that have come in through the holes and gotten trapped. Then he lovingly liberates them into the sea.

Amusingly, the ship is ingeniously self-sufficient. A teacher holds class for the kids, using chalk made from paste poured into empty rifle cartridges. (He waits till the Captain's not listening to slip a few words of truth into his lessons, like the fact the ship is sinking.) Funerals, weddings and births take place on board. Donkeys are brought up on a lift to draw oil out of the tanks. The half-filled barrels are then floated ashore by Nemat's child laborers to waiting trucks.

One wonders where all this is leading, but Rasoulof pulls a satisfyingly disastrous finale out of his hat, sweetened only by the self-liberation of a single character.

Nasirian, one of Iran's most noted actors, commands attention in his malicious portrayal of the captain. In the role of Ahmad, Farzi-Zadeh (the wild, condemned youth awaiting execution in "Beautiful City") incorporates tropes of the non-professional actor in a subdued performance. Rasoulof chooses to keep the masses compact and anonymous, yet emphasizes their humanity through an almost documentary interest in their faces.

Editor Bahram Dehghan deserves a hand for pic's fine, fast pacing that glances over so many things without needing to rub them in. Equally pleasing is Reza Jalali's cinematography, which alternates bright Gulf sunlight with the blackest night interiors. Mohammad-Reza Aligholi's parsimoniously dosed score is an exotic whisper of Oriental music.

Camera (color), Reza Jalali; editor, Bahram Dehghan; music, Mohammad-Reza Aligholi; sound, Mohammad Mokhtari; assistant director, Daryoush Ebadi. Reviewed at Fajr Film Festival, Feb. 7, 2005. Running time: 85 MIN.

Taken from written by Deborah Young