we are too young
we are such kiddos
we are so spontaneous
we are so careless
deep in the chaotic madness
we live like we don’t have tomorrow
The look, the age does matter to them
they dunno how much we suffer
they dunno how many times we feel dead inside
and reborn like poppies in springtime
we’re just simply young pure souls
bravery makes us go all the long way
fall damn hard and stand up as the soldier
never show fear, never show tear
never ask for sympathy, just the company
never look back, never regret
Only death can rip off our hope
all that pains just leave us some scars
We move the world
We change people mind
We are the youth
We are the future
Please all the grumpy ordinary seniors,
shut the fuck off if you dunno “we”.
Heal the brokenness.
Just read. Eat. Sleep.
Meet my favorite people.
Cut off all the cunts and dickheads.
Bury all the false friends.
Kick back my temper.
Repeat my pig cycle.
When I dip into reading again. Warm up with Haruki Murakami’s book then dive deeper into well of loneliness.
Nothing to prove. Nothing to lose.
Just dance with me in the rain of silent words.
Men without women.
Men without women.
Men without women.
Roaring this pain out loud.
Fresh wound. Grumpy wound.
Twisted in the core.
Where is my outlet?
Please police karma, where the heck you’ve been?
Burn, burn, burn all my anger!
Raise up my voice, fight for my right.
Can you hear it?
Napalm bomb in a ghost shell.
Just how aboriginal people burn trees in Uluru every year.
The fire. The volcano. The destruction for the start of something new.
I hang out with a group of VJs from The Box Collective in Saigon. They are good at that and leads the market in Vietnam. Not only VJ, but they also work on real-time interactive and mapping projects. In brief, they are chasing after the latest technology available there and apply it right away.
Their works look impressive on the huge screen of steady concerts like Color Me Run, Ravolution, Moonson and so on. They are cool kids.
Because of that, I called Monkey, the founder of The Box, and asked him to take me as an apprentice. Instead of spending my heaven weekend with my girlfriend in Saigon as we planned, I decided to stay in Da Nang and followed Monkey with the Samsung Note 8 show. I even slept at the airport during the night before the show since I spent all my money to change the flight ticket already.
We used to work together 3 years ago at Yantv during its golden age, we were all glad to see each other again. He treated me well, paid me the room to stay and meals and introduced me with the team as his assistant. The show run smoothly, Monkey explained to me what happened and how it worked. I really appreciated his beautiful manners, however, I was not satisfied. It was not the art I had sought for.
Later, he run the VJ for Ravolution 2017 and let me swing by and introduced me with his 2 junior fellows. There was not much work for a newbie like me so Monkey passed me his spare iPhone and tripod to take picture and video of their visuals. The concert was quite something, thousands of audience came, but again, I did not feel enough.
I am neither a party human nor a slave of money and fame, I only care about pure arts. Every day, I want to learn and create something new at least for me. As you can guess, the visual for the SamSung and the Ravolution were not that different. Same loops with a little trigger on Resolume.
I couldn’t commit to my apprenticeship. I quit.
But still, I still support and follow their growth. Now the group get more members, they are all fresh and cool. The Box created more original and dope content with Smode, Notch, C4D Octane Render and Unreal game engine.
2 weeks ago, they run their first event ever called VJ Season at Yoko with 4 guest DJs from Japan and one from America. The show was quite successful. I helped them a bit with the media and I also learned to make some 3D visual with Unity by chance and played a half set there.
I was excited about my first VJ experience with my own visual. Still, it’s not my thing.
I prefer the deep conversations about the concept, visual taste or aesthetic. The study to sharpen the creativity for the artist and the strong narrative to the audience is more important.
Technology is just a tool, not our master to create. Our ideas still lead the way.
I played a half-set as a VJ last Tuesday for VJSeason event and I exported all my visual works in 2 months into full HD 15-second videos with DXV 3 codec (50% quality), most of them are not loops but narratives in the film language. They run smoothly in Resolume 6 and fit well with futurism, psychedelic or post-human theme.
You can download them here: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1IwGBDJMVfr5Ui26dXNUGICwsVCC894CF?usp=sharing
Enjoy : )
I am sick of my parents. My big sister. My happiness has been manipulated and distorted by them.
In brief, here is what their belief about an easy life. I must have:
1. Degree from a good college/ university = Respect from people who consider themselves “intellectual” ahahaha
Well, i did see the disappointment and the disrespect in people’s eyes quite times when i honestly said i hadn’t finished college and might never graduate. They literally avoided talking to me later. It hurt. However, it was such a relief since i had no ability to befriend with whom i couldn’t be honest. The sooner they got out of my life, the better i felt in long term.
But the more important thing is i’ve met so many so many amazing humans who can accept this different Jo. One of my bosses dropped high school and he still won friends, influenced people and had a successful career. We both agreed that school was just a cage and it worked for ordinary people who just wanted to have mediocre lives.
2. Have a Good job = $$$$$$$ to Make a lot $$$$$$$$$$$$ and save a lot = $$$$$$$$$$$$
Big house = $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
Big land = $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
They are basically right if Vietnam has another war. Soon. (But not in Pacific Ocean area yet, c’mon it happens in North America in around 2020).
The fact that they went through a doggy time during Vietnam war educated them to be economical. Lived humble and stayed quiet like a clam. My grandfather ( the father of my mom) was kidnapped and died after being released from jail. Most of my mom’s friends became refugees and left Vietnam after 1975. My father got a tremendous scar on his skull from a random bomb crash. My parents were looked down because of poverty. They worked like dedicated bees. My mom just hit 62 this March and she just decided to take Sunday off for her tailor’s business to take care for her 93-year-old mother.
I appreciated their dedication, their sacrifice but i couldn’t walk in on their shoes anymore.
Well, fuck all the money. Fuck all the control. Fuck all the pressure.
This is the new chapter of my life.
Here is my happiness: Love, Arts, and Sex.
The dark insanity conquers my mind and soul if i do not write, draw, love or speak couple languages. Freedom can kill me but I’d rather die if i keep bending myself to please my parents.
Well, fuck the big city with 9-million people too. Fuck the fake society – the civilization that humans made up and got stuck in there.
So, I ran away from them… Ran Ran Ran… avec ma cherie
Being professional is to be a machine. Thus, I dun want to grow up. Aw aw aw! Can I be a Peter Pan forever?